Can Words Make You Wet? (Arrogantly Erotic)

As a writer, I was always creating the fantasy for others. There were very few people that could create the fantasy for me. Jayson introduced me to writers who ‘fucked with their pen’ the same way I did. The same way he did.

He gripped my bottom lip with his and sucked on it seductively.

Whispering against it, he rasped, “Your fantasy…right?”

The sky cracked.

It rained harder.

He kissed me and I saw stars. Cliché, I know, but true. I kissed him back, unsure at first. We had only written about our passion. Never did I think that he was paying attention to more than just my work.

His hands moved their way under my dress, soaked as it was. I gripped the drenched collar of his button down, took his earlobe into my mouth and gently nibbled.

Strong and deft fingers found my delta.

Chocolate hands rubbed against freshly waxed deep caramel skin.

I kissed him under his earlobe. He pulled back in surprise.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said.

I smiled, gently.

He kissed me again, his tongue probing my mouth, his fingers exploring the bare expanse of skin. He found my clit and I gasped. I let my hands run down his back, my fingers finding their way down to his waist.

He scribbled his name across my clit with his index finger. I gasped again, more audibly.

He shushed me, his gentle reminder of where we were. His ring finger entered me…

Stroking me gently…

His other fingers telling a story…

While his lips narrated our sordid outdoor tale.

He added another finger to the party and I fought the urge to cry out.

“Don’t squirm,” he chuckled.

I felt my body arch as his fingers moved in me, my clit humming its own tune. The orgasm snuck up on me, making my legs weak, as his gentle thrusts went deep, catching my vibrations, cupping me.

He moved his fingers one by one.

I was right there.

I grabbed his shirt harder, my clit throbbing, crying out for release.

I kissed him…hard.

He uttered, softness to softness, ”You ready yet?”

I nodded furiously, my body curving to his, my lower half craving him.

“Are you ready to cum?”

I gasped, “Please…”

He looked me in my eyes, “Please, who?”

I groaned.

Shaking his head, he repeated the question: “Please, who?”

“Jayson," I whispered. "Jayson, please…”

He chuckled again and I submitted to this infuriating bastard.

He cupped me, applying gentle pressure. I ground my clit into him, desperate for release, but instead he moved his hand away.

I dug my nails into his wet back. He grabbed both my hands with his free hand, placed them over my head with one motion, his other hand resuming his story…

Cupping me…

Alternately stroking me…

Teasing that swollen part of me…

Bringing me back to the brink until…

I fell out of my chair?!?!?

Jayson’s voice startled me. I looked up and saw Jayson staring at me, shaking his head as he held his hand out to pull me up.

"Man, you're a heavy sleeper," he said.

"I fell asleep? When?"

Last I remembered, Jayson had come by to look over my latest manuscript. Now, I was on the floor and he was pulling me up to my feet.

As I got my bearings, I looked at him, dazed and confused.

"I read through it," Jayson said, dropping my manuscript on the desk. “Not bad, but you still can’t do a line break for shit, though. And your editor sucks.”

Pulling on his coat and heading towards the door, he continued: "Let me get out of here, good luck with your publisher meeting tomorrow."

Still in a daze, I picked up the manuscript and thumbed through it. Jayson had changed all the editor’s notes in the margin. Just then, the weather report came on the television set in the corner. The forecast: heavy downpours.

I guess I better get prepared to get wet tomorrow.

Fin!

Have you ever been attracted to someone you work with? Did that ever lead to sexual fantasies about that person? Would you ever make a move to live them out? Can arrogance on the right person be sexy? What would you do if a cute stranger walked up to you and in an effort to help you grabbed your property without asking? Would you be daring enough to make out in a public place? Would the rain stop you or enhance the experience? How often are you turned on by the words you read on this blog? What did you think of this week's Wet Wednesdays?

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