Pretty please? (Short Story)

A steamy short story with mature content.


Note to Readers:  This is an interactive short story. Two songs were chosen to accompany the following story. To get the full effect, you may want to listen to the songs as you read. Enjoy!



Text:  I’ll be home in 10 min. I have a surprise for you. wicked grin

The sound of the door unlocking catches his attention and he turns his head to see her walk in the front door. Her long dark hair is in a fancy twist and held in place by two silver bejeweled sticks. A rich black mantle hides her body from neck to ankles. Leaving only her shining silver heels and dainty feet in view.

“Here catch.” She’s turns to face him, a mischievous smile quirking up the side of her dark pink lips and she throws something at him. A small blur of motion that he catches with ease. It’s her smartphone. He raise his dark brow questioningly. She laughs softly and her smile blooms wickedly. “I have it on the music program. Push play.”

She waits.
Laughs softly, a purr rising from her throat.
Lashes fall to hover over dark eyes, she pleads sweetly, “Pretty please?”

He activates the screen and pushes play.

A simple intro plays and fills in depth as a female vocalist begins to croon. As the music starts, her confident carriage flows into a sensuous line that hints at the curves hidden by the mantle. Pulsing with the slow deep beat, she draws the black velvety material apart by lifting her hands up by her sides. One slim leg steps into view as the vocalist croons and a slow circular thrust of her hip gives a flash of red inside.

Dancing to the sultry melody, she turns in a circle with a flare of black cloth. Looking over her shoulder, she teasingly draws down the mantle to reveal a delicate red ruffle and shoulder. Rolling a shoulder with the throbbing beat, she shows a flash of bare skin as she uses the mantle like a overlarge scarf that caresses her petite body and hides whatever is beneath. A secret smile whispers on her lips as she shows off one shoulder, the next, a graceful toned arm and then leg. Hips swinging side to side with a twisting flare, her torso flows in sensuous rolls as she bends down until all he could see are her cloaked round ass flowing and grinding to the music.

Slowly the mantle rises up and her muscular sculpted legs are revealed inch by inch until a fanciful red, ruffled lace panties are put on display. A clinging, sheer frame over her small curvy round behind and hint at the secret heat between those slightly parted thighs. A hand appears between the tender legs with a middle finger leading the rest, reaching back to land in the valley of two pale cheeks and circles over a hidden star to the song and caresses down towards her moist entrance.

Isolating core muscles, she undulates her body as she stands up and drops the mantle with a twist of her shoulders when the siren vocalist raises her voice. Her hands flow up to her neck, caressing down along her sides and turns with a gyration of hips to face him. He sees the sexy ruffled red lingerie that he’s only caught glimpses of thus far. The silken half cup wire bra displays two tempting mounds. The lace ruffles lining the shoulders and hips change the delicate lingerie into a miniscule halter and skirt.

Now there is nothing to hinder his view of her lithe body’s flowing limbs, staggered stretch and flex of toned abs, circular isolations of her torso and graceful hip bumping circles as she dances for him and comes closer with each sultry bump and grind step.

Her only desire is to perform for him. To please him with her body, her come hither dance and entice his powerful masculine desires. Though she dances alone, his eyes blaze over every part of her and sends the tempered flames of her need into a blazing passion that she cannot deny. A sheen of perspiration coats the shallow dip of her throat, glimmers from the shadow valley between her breasts and along the curving lines of her belly.

With flirting brown eyes and a wicked dance, she makes her way across the room to him as the guitar solo riffs and refrains fill the heightened air of tantalizing expectations. Another song heats the air with a burst of drums and guitar. She straddles his lap with one knee tucked on either side of his thighs and starts a wanton lap dance. When his hands raise to touch her, she raises one index finger and waves a denial before dragging a nail across his lower lip. Her hips gyrate on his groin as the female vocalist declares her love. Small fingers weave his into his hair and massages his scalp, down to his neck, dragging nails over the long muscle laying over his shoulders and play over his body as she undulates her form on him.

She can feel his raging, engorged length pushing up to meet her teasing and dripping wet center. Now that she was where she wanted to be, dancing on the man she desires more than anything else. She can’t help the little whimpers and breathy moans that sing out of her and winds with the music. Even as she hopes to bring him to a fever pitch of arousal, she knows she is willing captive in the same web she weaves. Grinding on the taunt steel flesh beneath her, she gives into the need to take and lays her soft lips over his to kiss him with all of her pent up passion.

The song draws to an end with quick fingered guitar riffs and tempered clashing percussion. Breathing heavily, she pulls away from his addictive kiss. A small hand caresses his rough, bristled cheek and she smiles into his eyes.

“Did you like it? Your surprise?”


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