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Strawberries are erotic (a short story)
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Strawberries are erotic (a short story) She was sitting on the bed, watching the news when I walked in. "Whatcha eatin?" I asked, my mind and eyes more on the nightshirt she wore, because I knew she wore nothing underneath. "Strawberries," she replied, taking another from the bowl between her crossed legs. "Ohhhhh," I said, stripping to my normal housewear, a t-shirt and boxers. "Care to share?" I asked, as I climbed onto the bed and sat behind her, cradling her in the V of my spread legs. "Why should I?" she answered, giggling as I snuggled against her. "Because," I said, "strawberries are very, very sexy." "Strawberries? No. . . bananas, cucumbers, mangoes, peaches. . . those are sexy. But not strawberries." I grinned into her shoulder. "Oh, I don't know. . ." I said, reaching between her legs to take one, being careful to nudge the chilled bowl against her center, drawing a gasp from her. ". . .I think they are very sexy," I finished, lifting the berry, which was, like the bowl, still chilled from the fridge to her breast and rubbing it lightly against the thin nightshirt. "Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, "prove it." I took one in my other hand and lifted it to her other breast, rolling both cold fruits softly over her rising nipples. "I see your points," I said with a devilish grin, "do you see mine?" "Hmmmmm. . .starting to feel it," she answered, wiggling her bottom against my boxers. . . she knew it turned me on. "Then I'll have to try harder," I responded, popping one berry into my mouth and taking another. . . this time moving my hand along her bare thigh, dragging the strawberry's tip between my fingers, its chill making her shiver deliciously in my lap. Up, up, up I moved the strawberry, past the top of her thigh, up to her sweeter-than-berries labia, and a gentle press of the cold berry there made her shudder and sigh, my lips against her neck, my other hand still rubbing a berry against her nipple. "Mmmm," she sighed, arching her arm back to pull me closer to her neck as, in her lap, I began moving the strawberry up and down slowly, nudging her netherlips with its tip, the fruit seeking to be eaten by her sweetest mouth. I began gently nibbling and biting her neck, the soft pain accentuating the pleasure in other places, and her legs spread wider in wondrfully wanton invitation. I ate the strawberry I'd held at her breast, quickly replacing it with a colder one before slipping the other berry between her lower lips, care to hold to it tightly as I dipped it in her growing wetness, my ears filled with her soft sighing moans. In and out, in and out, in and out, then I lifted it to my lips and took a bite, savouring the mixed tastes. "Mmmmm. . .delicious," I said, my smile wide as I took another one and slid it into her, her body jerking at the sudden chill inside, even as her hips began to move in time with the strokes of fingers and strawberry. The berry at her breast was dropped and forgotten, my hand no longer able to forgo the pleasure of cupping her soft flesh, of teasing, pulling, rollling her nipples between my fingers. Between her legs, I moved the strawberry up so its bumpy skin caressed her pearl on each lusciously slow thrust, drawing more moans and sighs from her mouth, more moisture from her hot, swollen lips. As I nibbled and teased, licked and stroked, her hips moved faster, her flesh grew hotter, her moans became louder, her shudders more insistent and I rubbed her pearl harder, strawberry and fingers wet with her juices, seeking the waves, seeking the crash, searching for the sudden collapsing shudder as she came, squeezing the strawberry tight inside her, nearly crushing it before I brought it to my lips and swallowed it whole, sighing with delight as I swiftly took another and massaged her open blossom gently with it, easing her down but keeping the waves from completely subsiding. "See my point yet?" I asked, kissing her warm cheek. "Mmmmm," she replied, nestling against me as I felt her reach back, felt her hand enter the leg of my boxers. . . and I jumped, shocked by the cold touch of the strawberry in her hand to the warm, pulsing flesh of my aroused hardness. She laughed breathily at my reaction; "Just wanted to see if it worked both ways," she giggled as I settled back into place behind her. "Mm hmm," I replied, taking another strawberry to run up and down her hot, damp netherlips. Her hand reached back again; expecting the chill, I did not jump as she rolled the strawberry, cradled in her palm, along my hardness as she softly stroked it. "Feels good," I breathed into her ear as I nibbled it, and could feel her smile even as she moaned from the strawberry now focussed solely on her pearl. My other hand moved down, grabbed another strawberry, and began moving it in and out, in and out, in and out of her as the other rolled and rubbed on her pearl. Her hand on my hardness moved faster as her pleasure grew, as her breathing became hitched, as her moans became groans. . . the eruption overtook her, shook her, wracked her, and as it did she stroked faster and faster harder and harder until the biggest wave hit and she squeezed. . . crushing the strawberry in her hand against my throbbing, silver-fluid-tipped length and crushing the berry I held inside her in orgasmic spasms. "Made a mess," she said between sighing, hitching breaths. "We'd better clean it up," I said with a grin as she pushed me back, onto my side, and I pulled her down to hers, her legs by my head. As I took her thigh for a pillow, she did the same with mine, and my first lick of her strawberry-soaked petals was greeted by the feel of her warm, wet mouth enveloping the head of my hardness. . . I moaned into her, my hands grabbing her bottom to pull her strawberry-scented sweetness closer to me. . . soft, teasing licks soon gave way to hungry, devouring, penetrating laps, the strawberry's succulence adding to her own as I greedily drank the mixture, revelling in the pleasure of the taste and the feel of her mouth on me, sucking, licking, nibbling, as primally powerful as my attentions on her. . . all thought overwhelmed, our hips moved, driving desperately for each other's mouth and tongue, lost in the ecstasy of pleasing and being pleased, lost in the shudders and moans and sighs, lost to each other's strawberry-tinged tastes, lost in the waves that built and built and built and built until we exploded came crashed collided together she on my tongue coating it and lips and cheeks in her delicious juices me in her mouth eruptiing in hot, stick, strawberry-sweetened torrents between her lips both groaning me into her her around me shuddering shaking with passion's impact and as it rumbled travelling through us the last of our bursts finally expended she suddenly turned and kissed me deeply, strong and hungrily, as she wrapped a leg around me to pull me tight against her. "Point proven," she said with a grin of her own as she reached between us and guided my still-hard length into her wet heaven. . .      |
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Sweets for a sweet tooth..could call all fruit passion fruit. Happy belated birthday! Tim
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I love strawberries....even more now... kind thoughts, Moonfire
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