Need an Erotic Idea? Here’s a Story…

If you’re looking for a good way to jump-start the dirty talk discussion, an erotic story is the way to go! Here is a story for your reading pleasure. It’s especially good to use during phone sex – read it to your partner in a slow and sultry voice.

Anonymous Jane

The woman stared at him through the smoky haze of the bar. He knew her name was Jane because he had heard someone else call her that, and for the last thirty minutes he had nursed his scotch while he tried to figure out how to get close to her. From the look in her eyes now, he didn’t think he would have to wait very long.

Soon she was walking toward him in her high heels and that dress that was cut all the way up to there. Her red-painted lips smiled and he couldn’t stop staring at them. Her perfume made him lightheaded.

“Buy me a drink,” she demanded, and he was more than happy to oblige. She downed the tequila shot in one smooth swallow and stared into his eyes.

“What do I owe you?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said, surprised at her question.

She leaned forward until her lips were brushing against his ear. “Then lie to me,” she said, “and tell me how I can pay for that drink you just bought.”

That’s how he found himself where he had never been before – in the back alley behind the bar, the music throbbing from inside the building, the ground wet underneath his boots and her legs wrapped around his hips. He could smell ashes and the damp yeasty smell of beer. Those red lips nuzzled his neck as she reached between them to stroke his dick. He was already hard and throbbing so hard it almost hurt.

“This is going to be good,” she purred. “You like fucking the pussies of strangers, don’t you?”

Speaking took an effort. “I’ve never done it before.”

She laughed against his ear. The sound sent shivers up his spine. The wetness of her pussy enveloped him as he thrust up into her. They both gasped. “Guess you have now,” she panted.

Then she rode his cock. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she pushed back against the wall for leverage. He held her thighs and pumped into her deep, wet hole while she whispered naughty things into his ear.

“You’ve got the biggest dick,” she said. “I just knew you would feel this way. You stretch me out and I like that…it makes me feel like a whore. You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You’ve never done this before! How does it feel to be in a stranger’s cunt? You like how tight that is? You going to shoot your load in there? You want to watch me walk away with your cream running down my thighs?”

He pumped harder. Her pussy was squeezing him, begging for the come he had to give her. He watched her face as she reached between them with one hand and played with her clit. The sounds of their bodies made wet slapping sounds as he fucked her hard enough to hurt.

She hollered at the top of her lungs when she came. He felt the squeezing of her tunnel around him and that was all it took. He shot his load into her, as deep as he could get it. The throbbing seemed to go on and on and on, and when it was over he couldn’t catch his breath.

He lowered her to the ground. She stood in her high heels and looked him right in the eye. His cock was still sticky with her. She took his hand and led it down to her thighs, where he felt the wetness of his own come on her skin. She took his wet finger into his mouth and sucked off what was there.

“Thanks for the drink,” she purred, and walked away.