When you don’t know what to say to your lover in bed, you can say it with a dirty story! Erotic stories are great for giving you new ideas on how to talk dirty, and if you are a bit shy and want to use someone else’s words to do the talking for you, all you have to do is print out that story and read it aloud.
It’s a naughty bedtime ritual that can result in even more naughtiness! What more could a sexy vixen want?
Here’s another erotic story for your dirty talk pleasure…
Melting Down
When he walked into the bedroom and saw the flickering candles beside the bed, his heart began to pound. What a perfect ending to a long, hard day at work! He took a deep breath and smelled the scent of the candles, but he also smelled his lover’s sweet perfume, the scent that always seemed to go right to his dick and make it hard as a rock.
That’s certainly what it was doing right now.
She was lying in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but her panties, waiting for him. The candlelight reflected in her eyes, making them bright with desire. She gave him a smile and purred, “Why don’t you take off those clothes and join me?”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Soon he was stretched out on the warm, comfortable sheets, his dick standing straight up in the air, his hands reaching for her. She moved away and laughed at him. “Not so fast, tiger.”
He watched as she reached for one of the candles on the nightstand. She held it in her hand, watching the flame dance above the wax in the tiny silver tin. “This is a massage candle,” she murmured. “I thought you might enjoy what it can do.”
He watched, his eyes wide, as she poured the tiniest bit of wax from the tin. He expected it to burn her fingrs, so he was surprised when she simply ran her fingers together and smiled at the sensation. She poured more of the wax into the palm of her hand. The candle flickered a bit, almost went out, then flared even stronger than before.
“It’s warm,” she said. “In fact, it’s hot. It’s as hot as my pussy when you slide your thick dick into it. It’s as hot as the deep inside of my cunt when you feel me come around you. You know that kind of heat, baby? The kind you like so much?”
He watched as she reached down and touched his cock. The wax was hot, but not too hot to burn, and he threw his head back as she cupped her hand around his dick and slid her fingers up and down, stroking him with the wax. It wasn’t wax, exactly – the slippery feel of it was more like lube, and the warmth of it was driving him crazy.
“God, yes,” he said, and watched as she poured even more wax over him, this time directly onto his cock. The heat was intense, but definitely bearable. When she wrapped her hand around him again and began to jack him off, he could hardly breathe.
“I know you like that,” she said. “Look how hard your dick is. Know what I want? I want you to come all over my face. I want you to shoot all that come into my mouth and over my lips and all over my cheeks, and then you’re going to watch while I rub it into my skin like I’m rubbing in this massage oil right now, and then I’m going to lick it off my fingers and see what you taste like. You want to show me how it tastes, don’t you?”
He was right on the verge. She was staring at him, sitting close to his dick, her hand pointing it toward her face. She licked her lips and gave him a wink.
“You better come for me right now,” she said. “I want all that cream all over me, baby. You should treat me like the whore I am.”
She stoked him harder and faster and soon he was right there, ready to come. She got closer, closed her eyes, and jacked him hard. “Now!”
He shot his cream all over her face, just like she wanted. She kept pumping him, getting every last drop, licking up what landed on her lips. She rubbed her face against his dick, spreading his juices around, and when she looked back at him with her face shiny, he thought he could almost get hard again, righ then and there.
She picked up the tin of massage oil and the light flickered again, beckoning him.
“It’s my turn,” she said, and handed him the candle.
