This is my first (innocent-ish) attempt at soft erotica...with the option to expand on it later if enough feel it's worth expanding upon.
It wasn't my best day, but it also hadn't been my worst. I'd been feeling there was something lacking in my life for some time, but couldn't quite put my finger on it.
I was driving around aimlessly after I finished my shift, when I noticed that I was near your apartment. I decided to drop by (risky, I know...I should always call first).
I knock on your door, and you answer with a smile crossing your face. I apologize for not calling first, giving you our traditional greeting hug. You ask what's up since I never just 'drop by'.
I ask you to sit down with me, and I tell you about this untold need as best I can, which isn't a lot.
Suddenly, it occurs to me. I ask you if you would cooperate with me in an experiment of sorts. To do that, you would need to remain completely still, and not reciprocate anything unless I say so. The puzzled look on your face turns to a mischievous gleam in your eye as you agree.
I tell you to stand up (as you're not much taller than I), close your eyes, and to keep in mind what I'd asked. I'm sure you have many lascivious thoughts, but we have been just friends...
You stand still, eyes closed as intructed, yet with a hint of a smile on your lips. I place one hand on either side of your face gently, and move them oh-so-slowly down your cheekbones and jaw, your neck, to rest on your shoulders. You begin to raise your hands to touch me, but I stop you and threaten to stop the 'experiment'. I then place my fingertips on your eyebrows with a feather touch, drawing them down until I reach your lips. I pause there, rubbing my thumbs along your lower lip as your breath becomes shallow.
I take your face in my hands again, and lightly touch my lips to yours, working on your lower lip first. Running the tip of my tongue along the surface of your lip, my hands leave your face, trailing downward to your nicely muscled chest. I massage with fingertips only as I find your upper lip.
I'm standing close enough to know that you are REALLY enjoying this experiment. I let my fingernails graze over your nipples, and your sharp intake of breath confirms your pleasure.
I tell you our clothing must remain on during this project, and I could swear I could see you pout.
My tongue now travels up to your earlobe as my hands continue on their travels south. Gently nibbling and licking this sensitive area, my hands arrive at a very pronounced protrusion. I move my hands around to your back and rear, where my fingertips and nails scratch lightly along their path.
You begin to strain against the confines of clothing, and your need becomes all too apparent.
I pull away from you, dropping my hands to my sides, and tell you to open your eyes. The smouldering look on your face tells me you enjoyed the experiment, yet wonder why I stopped.
I tell you the experiment was a success, and stopping was all part of it. You give me a quizzical look, and I explain.
1= I stopped because you are a great friend to me, and I don't want to screw that up, yet you are the only one I know who would be game to try anything.
2= I proved to myself that I have potential for domination, and as I've been mostly submissive all my life, I had to see if I could be a dom to someone.
3= I was so turned on that my nipples could cut glass, they were so hard.
You smile a sexy smile, reach around me to hug me (as my nipples feel like they're burning through my shirt, and I feel like I wet myself). You whisper that my experiment with you gave you lots of ideas for future reference, but you say no more.
I kiss you on the cheek, give you one last hug before I leave and get back in my car. Good thing I keep a dildo inside!
