Welcome back to SmalleeWrites. Your favorite small reader is back with another erotic story.
The story you’re about to read is about a widow who reminisces about the fun times she had with her late husband and used the memory to please herself.
It is a long read but this one is my favorite so far and you’re no doubt going to see why that is. Do leave a like and comment, and don’t forget to share with your friends (would have said family but I don’t want any of you lovely people to be disowned)
Damn, Eniola wished Dare was still with her. She missed him dreadfully now five years after his death. She missed not cuddling against his warm body on cold mornings. She missed his morning smile even though she hated that he was a morning person. She was fed up with having solitary meals, watching the television alone and the occasional solo cinema visit. And she greatly missed their love-making.
She recalled his gentle kisses and caresses, how he touched her before she felt his hard muscled body press against hers and how he entered her, slowly at first then more forcefully. There was a slight stirring in her groin. Her hands moved down to her pudenda and her eager fingers explored, gently at first, then rubbing more vigorously. She gave a gentle moan as one particular memory of their love-making stood out in her mind and urged her on.
It was their third date exactly two days after the first, as they had spent Friday, Saturday and now Sunday together. They didn’t seem to want to be apart for more than a few hours- just enough time for them to get their individual affairs in order, and meet up again.
They had gone to Latitude Lounge for dinner and drinks and the air had been thick with sexual tension. Delicious warmth from the alcohol swirled about Eniola’s body, flooding through her veins and into the layers of her skin. So deliciously intoxicated, she felt mellow and horny even if a little numb, but still extremely aroused deep inside. Music played on in the background and she felt her body pulsing moodily to the beat of the songs.
A naughty smirk crept across Dare’s face as he caught a glimpse of Eniola’s lip biting across the table, followed by the thought of how much they could accomplish on that very table. They were both clearly in a zone of aroused pleasure and certainly not ready for the evening to end. Languidly he lay back in his chair and allowed the evening to wash over him, his thoughts turning more sexual and his craving growing deep.
After dinner, they had barely gotten in the door of Eniola’s apartment which was closer to the venue of their date, before they started tearing at each other’s clothes. Dare’s buttons were the first to go, followed by Eniola’s shoes. They broke their kiss so Dare could reach behind her and unzip her jumpsuit but the zip caught the material of the jumpsuit leaving him with no other option but tearing the cloth off her body, revealing an expanse of beautiful dark skin.
Eniola bit her lips again, aware that he was staring at her sheer, white lace panties. She’d decided not to wear a bra when she’d set out for the date, and now the flimsy white briefs was all that stood between this man’s eyes and her treasure chest.
His hands found her breasts, and they coaxed her nipples till they were hard little nubs and they ached with every pinch. Her pleasure bud began to throb, and she thrust her hips with the arousal that was building inside her.
“What do you want?” Dare asked. Eniola licked her lips and motioned downward with her eyes.
“Taste me, eat me,” she replied. He smiled, licked his lips and leaned forward as he laid her on the couch in the living room and pulled her panties to the side. Her clitoris was so engorged it peeked out above the folds of her sex, and he exhaled a hot breath on it making her gasp at how good it felt.
Soon his hot breath was replaced by his warm, wet tongue. He swirled it in little circles down one side of her kitty and then up the other, never quite dipping it inside but hard enough that the pressure of every movement made its way right to her clit.
She moaned as she ground herself against his mouth. She wanted to feel his soft, wet lips encircle her clit. She wanted him to suck it into his mouth while he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. She wanted to feel the wetness of her orgasm drench his lips and chin. And then she wanted to feel him inside her. Oh fuck, she needed to have his cock inside her soon or she would explode.
Eniola looked down and pleaded with her eyes for him to make her come, but he didn’t even notice as he was busy down there. She tugged on his hair to get his attention but when he looked up, he only smiled and kept eye contact with her, and then plunged his tongue inside her and lapped up her juices before sliding his tongue up to flick at her clit again. She was riding on the edge of an orgasm, and he was making her ride it, making her squirm. Her legs tingled and twitched as he took her close and then backed her away. He was teasing her now as she had teased him at the lounge, and each tiny flick of his pointed tongue sent a blissful jolt of ecstasy inside her that gradually filled her to overflowing.
Slipping one hand into his already open shirt, she smoothed a finger over each nipple, waking them to a pinpoint. Each rub of his nipples accelerated the advance of his tongue to her wet cave, and soon his finger joined in the assault as he stroked the crease of her lips through her panties. Widening her legs she urged and invited him to plunge his fingers into her pink conch shell, she wanted to feel the thrust of him even if she had to make do with two or three fingers sliding in and out. Holding onto the collar of his shirt, she began to moan quietly as he played with her without making her reach climax. It was heavenly to feel his touch and she bit her lip to keep from yelling out. “Don’t stop,” she said.
More and more he played and she began to anticipate the pleasure of her climax. The sheer ecstasy of that feeling worked its magic and she continued to hold on as long as she could, struggling to keep her hand in place while she saw how long it could last.
Dare’s teasing was relentless and Eniola’s moans and cries were more audible as he worked faster and applied more pressure to her pleasure bud. As she tripped over the edge of her climax, he plunged his tongue into her channel and licked up the juices that slipped out of her. Once he had licked every wet drop that has escaped, he crawled up over her. He kissed her thoroughly and tasting her flavor on his lips, it was intoxicating.
He stood and took off his shirt, never breaking eye contact with her. Then he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and slid them down. She felt his organ spring free and hit the inside of her thigh, and then he moved so it rested against her entrance. He put his hands on either side of her on the couch and motioned to slide inside her wetness, but Eniola couldn’t have that so she pushed him slightly off her, got on her knees and took him into her mouth.
She slid her tongue around his shaft to moisten it before she took him into her mouth.
Eniola focused the muscles of her mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening her grip around the head, practicing her kegels with her mouth. She sucked gently and licked away the little bead of pleasure that glistened on it as it started to drip out even more. A moan of approval escaped from his lips and this urged her on and made her want to do bad things to him. Who knew hearing a man moan could be such a turn on?
She continued sucking and teasing his head for a while, then she took him in- deep, throat deep. She heard his breath cease and felt him stiffen and swell even more in her mouth, if that was possible. Then she leaned back and he came out of her mouth with a pop; she looked up and reveled in the look of utter bliss that was on his face.
She made sure to rub her breasts all over his lap for a few seconds; she’d learned that guys like this move right before you go down on them. Then she returned to her kneeling position on the couch, and roughly spread his legs far apart. The wider the guy’s legs are spread, the easier it was for her to access his manhood and balls. She spent some more time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as she did this. She made sure the kissing noises were audible, loudly smacking her lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.
He let out a loud moan when she put one of his balls into my mouth. She swished it around inside her mouth, then she switched to the other one; she was also stroking his thighs with her hands. He started breathing hard when she managed to put both his balls into her mouth at once. She tenderly licked them while using her tongue to move them all around; her lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his penis, and her hands began to stroke him.
“Oh fuck!” He didn’t seem capable of saying much else. She liked that; turning a guy on so much he couldn’t really say much besides “Oh wow!” She loved hearing him shout out in pleasure.
She removed his balls from her mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of her tongue. She had somehow managed to drench his lap with her saliva. Starting at the root, she worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his member, right under the head. She gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When she knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, she finally put her lips around the whole head and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with her hand, she slowly lowered her mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside her mouth.
She slowly bobbed her head up and down on his lap, getting her hands under him and squeezing his butt. She could hear his breathing getting heavier; she knew he was deeply enjoying the blowjob, and she enjoyed giving it to him.
It was evident that he didn’t want to finish in her mouth so he pushed her off after a couple of minutes of this assault, turned her over and stared at her for a few more seconds. His smile was decadent, his eyes were filled with lust, and the soft skin of his hard member against her was having its intended effect. If it was possible, she was feeling a stronger arousal now as she felt him slide between her sensitive lips. She felt his head push agonizingly at the entrance of her wetness, and she wanted him to thrust into her hard. Instead, he pulled back and slid his hardness back up to her clit.
Still aching to have him inside, she could tell that his need to push that wonderful hard organ inside her was also growing. His moans grew to match hers, and she knew the feeling of her wet lips on the head of his member was getting too much for both of them.
“Let the finale begin,” he said, and he slid inside her.
They both gasped as he held himself there for a moment. She contracted her walls to pull him further inside, and he threw his head back at the sensation. Inch by excruciating inch he pushed inside me, and each time she squeezed her cave around him. His organ felt wonderful as it filled her, but she wanted it all inside her. She rolled to the side and rested her leg against his shoulder, and he plunged all the way in.
“Oh yesss…” she hissed. He held it there and ground hard against her to make sure he was all the way inside before he pulled back. He thrust deep inside a second time, and then a third and then he hit a rhythm. His thumb found her clit and circled it as he tortured her with his thick, hard organ. Her fingers rolled her nipples and she felt herself climbing another mountain of pleasure, but this time she was going to have someone reach the summit with her.
He pulled out of her, rolled her onto her stomach and pushed her knees together as he held her ankles in front of him. She felt him between her knees as he caressed her calves, and then she felt him sliding between her legs. He reached forward and massaged her ass, and then pulled the sides of her panties down toward her knees. He stepped back and pulled it all the way off, and then pulled her ankles apart. He leaned forward and playfully bit one side of her ass and then the other, and then licked and kissed them. She could feel his hot breath between her cheeks, and his tongue playfully lapped at her juices from behind. She turned back to look at him, and the wanton look on his face told her all she needed to know.
“We make music now, my love,” he said. He pulled her back toward him and he plunged deep inside her. She rose up on her elbows and pushed back against him as she felt his hips slap rhythmically against her ass. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against him with every thrust. She looked back at him as they watched each other’s pleasure grow. He was even harder now, and she was drenched with arousal. The look on his eyes was almost feral, and she wanted him to go… harder.
Her eyes must have communicated the same to him because he pushed her hips down against the table and plunged his cock deep inside her. His pace quickened and she could feel him pulsing against her insides. She reached underneath and fingered her clit while he went faster and faster. She turned and looked at him with pure wanton lust.
“I want your cum inside me,” she said. “Fuck me harder…make me come.”
“Yes, chérie,” he said. “I will make us both come now.”
He put his hands against her lower back and pushed down. She was pinned beneath his powerful thrusts, full of his magnificent cock, her fingers strumming her clit. An animal groan came from deep inside him and she felt his cock begin to spasm. She felt spurt after spurt of his cum fill her, just as his thrusts pushed her over the edge. She screamed with a bliss she’d never known as her world went white with pleasure. They both gasped and moaned and writhed against each other, begging each other to keep making love, to keep moving, to keep this amazing feeling alive for as long as they could. Each mutual thrust gave her a new wave of orgasm that gradually ebbed as they slowed and stopped.
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her and kissed the nape of her neck and her back and then pulled her close in a warm hug.
“I love how you play with me,” Eniola purred. Dare brushed the hair from her face and kissed her neck and then nibbled on her ear. She felt the sweet wetness of their mingled juices between her legs and shivered. It was like her second first time.
They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms and almost didn’t make it to work the next morning, as Eniola didn’t have anything to wear after Dare had torn her jumpsuit. As a last minute attempt to salvage the situation, they went online and contacted Virago (Instagram) (Twitter) (WhatsApp) to have a dress delivered to them. Thankfully, delivery was prompt and they both went their separate ways.
Dare fitted her erotic fantasies absolutely perfectly. She missed being his bad girl, him owning her body and knowing what to do with it, controlling her pleasure, and most of all right now, fucking her. Rummaging in her handbag, Eniola found her dildo. It had a long, hard, black plastic shaft – nowhere near as thick as what Dare’s member had been like, but it was better than her petite fingers! Shoving it into her soaked, craving womanhood as hard as she could, Eniola gasped as she imagined him lying on top of her, crushing her under his sweaty, masculine bulk, leaving her struggling to breathe as he thrust harshly into her tiny, tight slit. Grasping harshly at her breasts, Eniola began to gasp as she humped the faux-cock, its length slamming painfully into her cervix as its hardness pleasured her squeezing walls and sensitive G-spot.
Groaning “Dare… Dare!” between her ragged gasps for breath, Eniola edged herself over and over again to the very brink of orgasm, missing how he used to do that to her. Each time she would stop lavishing attention on her desperately-throbbing kitty and nipples moments before wild waves of orgasm would have otherwise crashed over her, leaving her almost crying for release until she returned again to roughly masturbating her lust-wracked body. By now her delicious chocolate-brown nipples had taken their full erogenous form, not overly long, but oh-so-wide and hard that they adorned her abused her breasts beautifully.
Her cunt was raw from the pounding dildo, Eniola knowing that Dare would have wanted to punish her with endless fucking just so he could make her beg for final release. “Please, Dare… ” she moaned, pleasuring herself even more roughly. Then “Pleeeeeease!” escaped her lips, as her mind gave her body completely over to him. This act of submission finally granted her brain permission to release her own pleasure, and Eniola knew there was no possibility of halting the orgasm that ripped through her body like an oncoming train, her cave squirting its sweetness wantonly onto her sheets again and again, as overwhelming pleasure relentlessly rocked her petite frame.
When her multi-orgasmic screaming had finally subsided, Eniola opened her eyes to see her breasts glistening with sweat and her splayed legs shining with her dripping juices, “Fuck, Dare … I’ll always be your bad girl.” she breathed, before slowly composing herself for a much needed relaxing night rest. A quick check of the wall clock showed that she could still afford six hours of good sleep – thank goodness, as she had a well-earned professional reputation to uphold and couldn’t afford to be late to work.
That’s the story guys. What are your thoughts?? Please leave them in the comments section.
You’ve just finished reading a blog post on SmalleeWrites. Please subscribe, like, comment, share with your friends and come back for more amazing content.