Male Perspective Erotica

I could not stop thinking about Allie over the weekend. The way she surrendered her body to me, her hunger, her desire set fire to my blood. I took myself in hand imagining her squirming on my bed, wearing the toy I bought her. How do I find out if she is wearing her toy when she is not with me?

Laying naked and alone in my bed, I reached over to grab my phone and typed in the code for her jewel, and my cock pulsed in my palm. Is she laying in bed too, feeling the plug pulse in her tight little ass, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body?

Are her fingers splayed over her breasts, her nipples hardened and sensitive? Is her pussy soaked with need? These questions raced through my fevered mind as I fisted myself with a fury, remembering her warm wet mouth wrapped around my shaft.

“Yes, Allie yes! God, woman!” I spurted my seed into my hand and all over my stomach, but that’s not where it should go. Allie swallowed my seed, her throat massaging my cock, with a hunger that defied most of the women I had been with.

She made me feel alive, wanted, sexy, and virile. There were no shortage of women who seduce men higher up in the food change of the corporate structure, to get somewhere, to arrive, to get special favors. Allie wants me. I can feel her genuine desire, and she can feel mine.

My fingers danced over the keys, as I texted Allie at 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. I put the phone down, my heart racing. My phone pinged a few seconds later.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either. Are you alone?”

“Yes, I am alone. Are you?”

“Yes.” Smile emoji with heart eyes.

“I need to see you.” I texted back, holding my breath.

This is a moment of truth right here. Either we move forward, or we stop, and it ends.

“Want to have a sexy sleepover?” Fire emoji. My cock roared back to life reading her message, imagining her sexy smile and her narrowed eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” I texted back. “Wear only your new toy.”

“Yes, Sir.” Smile emoji plus sign fire emoji.

I probably broke at least fifteen traffic laws on the twenty-minute drive to her home. I forced myself to concentrate on the road, and the two red lights I hit on the way there seemed a major impediment to my happiness.

Allie answered the door by hiding behind the door. That told me she obeyed my instructions, as I could only see her beautiful face sticking out beyond the dark wood. “Hi, Sir.” She smiled at me, the joy and excitement at my nearness shining in her eyes.

“May I come in, Allie?” My voice soft.

She opened the door for me and then quickly closed and locked it behind me. She stood naked before me, and half twisted her hips to wiggle her butt for me, and then bent at the waist to show me her jewel.

Then, she looked up at me, bit her lip, and then looked down. My finger under her chin raised her gaze back to mine, and I let her see my desire for her as well. My mouth crashed into hers, her tongue sliding into my mouth first with her desire, the front of her body pressed into mine.

“Do as you will with me tonight,” I said softly. I could hear the soft purring of my toy in her tight ass as well as her soft sighs as it throbbed within her.

Allie deepened our kiss and then unbuttoned my shirt, running her hands up my chest to my shoulders, and then she broke the kiss to trail her lips along my jawline, down my neck, and to my collarbone.

I groaned, feeling the fiery heat of her caresses on my body. She draped my shirt over a chair by the door and then led me by the hand down the hall to her living room. I was surprised she did not take me directly to her bedroom, but tonight, she was in charge, and I was excited and curious to see what she would do with me.

She unbuckled my pants, pulled my boxers down around my ankles, and gestured for me to step out of them, and then she sat me back on the couch. Allie knelt down between my legs and took me in her mouth.

Her tongue and lips slowly enveloped my aching length, as her hand wrapped around my sac, tugging gently as I lay back and groaned softly. She took me down to the root in her mouth and then back out several times while I held her hair out of the way, watched her mouth suckling me, and enjoyed the sensation of her touch on my body, surrendering to her. Her moans vibrated against my skin as she explored me with her mouth, and I hissed softly, squirming for her touch.

It was when her tongue licked up the center line of my sack that my entire body pulsed with need, my back arching, and she raised her eyes to meet mine as she ran her tongue up and around my glans, flicking my cockhead with her tongue, with a bratty little smile.

I badly wanted to be inside her hot, tight closeness, but I had given her control tonight. This forced me to be patient, and I enjoyed her touch, these affectionate caresses on my body that were meant to titillate as well as show a higher level of desire.

She kissed her way up my body, and I squirmed for her, pre-cum leaking down my shaft and between my open thighs. “I want you, Sir,” Allie said softly, almost asking me for permission, even though I gave her control.

“I want you too, Allie.” I pulled her into my arms, and she sat naked astraddle me, her wet heat inches from my throbbing cock. I rubbed my tip up and down her slit and felt her wet heat. She moaned for me, her eyes fluttering closed and her mouth open in a soft sigh.

Allie reached down between us and palmed my cock, and angled it up inside her until I filled her completely. She rocked back and forth on my lap, rubbing my shaft against her swollen clit, and I understood then what she needed. I reached down and rubbed her clitoris in tiny circles, with slight pressure, as she rode me. I was her sex toy now, and I loved it.

She reached behind my head and pulled me into another hot kiss, her mouth capturing mine with blistering need, her tongue sliding into my mouth and dancing with mine as she moved more frantically, holding me tight, riding me hard, and then she came. God, how she came, coating my cock and balls in her essence, and I felt it sliding down the insides of both thighs.

It was so hard not to take over and flip her to her back where I could more truly possess her. Watching her use my body to pleasure herself drove me wild, and I knew she had already spoiled me for other women, any other woman. I held myself back from coming, but she rode me harder, her body holding mine, squeezing my shaft within her hot tight walls, and my resolve not to come collapsed as I felt myself lose control in her arms.

“Oh God, Oh God, sir, I am coming again! Oh yes!” She flooded both of us with her desire, and I spurted my hot seed deep within her womb. She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder, and I felt her heart pounding against my chest. I rubbed her back, holding her close, and realized what I had been missing.

This. Intimacy, closeness, passion, real passion. She stood up and helped me to do the same and then, giggling, drew me down the hall to her bedroom. Her bathroom has a jacuzzi tub with jets, and she turned on the tap and dropped the drain plug in; Allie nestled her naked body into mine, holding me close, with her head on my shoulder, and then she grabbed my butt.

“This is the two-handed hello.” She said, giggling, as she held each of my butt cheeks in one of her hands, and I chuckled, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. I reached out to test the water, and it was too hot. I mixed in some cold so it would not scald her delicate skin, and then we both stepped into the bath. She bent over so that I could remove her toy, and I set it on a small face towel on her counter and then helped her sit down in front of me with her back to my chest.

I lathered the loofah with her favorite soap, a citrus scent I enjoyed, and then slowly lathered her body as she stood before me with me kneeling before her. She tugged on my hand for me to stand, and she rinsed off, and then she took the loofah in hand to wash me. We pulled the plug on the tub, and then I wrapped her in a towel, and then myself.

She smiled at me shyly and then asked me, “Would you like to go to bed now, Sir?”

“Yes, Allie. I would like to go to bed with you. Right now.” I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, and then used her towel to dry her body, stealing caresses along the way of her hips, thighs, and breasts. My tongue on her nipples caused her to moan loudly and squirm in my embrace.

“Sir, I have a fantasy about you. If I tell you about it, will you fulfill my fantasy?”

To be continued in….Office Brat’s Fantasy

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The found journal entries of Dr. E. Clarke.

Written in collaboration with Rowena (Ro) Sage

Prelude

These are the handwritten, personal and medical notes of Dr. Edgar Clarke and his patient from 1883. Clarke was studying a patient suffering from hysteria. His process, methods and personal experiences were documented for posterity. He instructed the patient to do the same. The patient’s true identity has been protected.

These are their notes:

A New Patient

August 16th 1883 Thursday

I have been frustrated with my peers for a short time. Their incapability to imagine that there may be an organ in the female body purely there for pleasure is inexcusable.

My hypothesis was submitted the day before yesterday, and today, I have been informed it shall not see the light of day without peer-reviewed proof. I was prepared to give up on this line of scientific endeavour, deemed sexually perverted by my peers. However, a knock on the door broke my resolve.

A young and fair, reserved lady stood at my office door. She introduced herself as Mrs. Cecilia Hood, a woman who has been sexually active now for four years. She is the wife of a follicly challenged patient of mine who insists on me studying his penis of two and a half inches for methods of growth.

He still seems to lack the wit to understand my playful quip at his expense when I pause between his name, “Just-in”.

I digress.

Mrs. Hood was visibly distressed upon her arrival. After some pleasantries, I ushered her to take a seat and tell me what ails her.

I will not go into detail about her malingering towards hysteria. I referred to my notes on the subject and gathered that she may require rudimentary treatment to rid her from my office. However, her desperation piqued my interest.

I explained to Mrs. Hood that there were a few treatments I could prescribe — primarily regular marital sex. However, because I was familiar with Just-in’s ailment it was difficult to decide which course of action would be best. After explaining the options, a look of confusion swept over her face, which revealed to me that she was unaware of the pre-dick-ament. I asked Ms. Hood if she had ever induced paroxysmal convulsions during intercourse with her husband. Another perplexed look reflected on me. I expressed my concerns to her and presented her with the gurney in my office.

Mrs. Hood was a little uncomfortable at first; however, after some reassurance, I was given permission to try to induce paroxysmal convulsions, better known as an “orgasm.”

I used this opportunity to begin testing my hypothesis of the clitoris. For consistent results, I used the patient’s saliva as lubrication. I placed two fingers into her mouth to coat my fingers and caressed her inner thigh to induce arousal. I suspect self-lubrication may be the key to my discovery.

Once the air was filled with her scent, I diverted my attention between her legs with my wet fingertips. I positioned myself beside her, allowing her hand to grip my arm to help guide me. The patient let out some soft whimpers as I explored. I noticed her hips pushing forward every time I brushed against a small protrusion above her opening. A little sweet nub, which clearly had a mysterious effect on her.

I must admit, her moans and movements had begun to arouse me. I felt my own bulge push against the gurney. However, I had a task at hand. My left hand was positioned above her mound, pressing her pelvis into the gurney. My right hand’s fingertips rubbed up and down the lips between her legs. I kept my pace urgent yet steady, allowing her deep breaths to guide me.

A positive and warm bedside manner seemed necessary, so I praised the patient for being a good girl. These words seemed to draw a whimper from her. I make a mental note to offer more praise. I believe timing may be key to triggering an orgasm using one’s fingers and one’s words.

Her breaths were deep gasps, followed by moans and suppressed whimpers. She began moving her hips as if she wanted something more between her legs. Her hand gripped my shirt, tugging with some strength. Her knees spread wider as if to invite my fingers deeper inside her. I coated my middle two fingers in her wetness and began teasing. However, I felt I had to continue to rub the swollen nub. In haste, I resorted to lifting up my left hand and coating my fingers from my lips. I returned my left palm to her pelvis, positioning my coated fingers to pinch her clit. My right hand’s fingers pushed into her but seemed to get sucked in due to the slickness.

A gasp filled the air as she stretched around my fingers. She held her breath in anticipation, I took this moment to push against a sensitive spot inside her as I danced my fingers over her clit. I curled my fingers inside her, toying with her, coaxing the release she sought. As if possessed, her chest rose from the gurney, and her head was thrown back. Her delightful scream filled my room as one of her hands clamped down on mine. The hand that gripped my shirt slipped and, as if by instinct, reached between my legs.

She recoiled, I imagined in shock, at reaching between another man’s legs. But to my amusement, she was surprised by my size. I don’t claim to be larger than the average man; however, it seemed as if this may have been her first encounter with anyone other than her husband.

Her body convulsed as expected, sending jolts of pleasure and causing her chest to cave. My fingers were still inside her when she began to apologise and recoil away from me. I gently consoled her and allowed her to investigate. Her orgasm had me stiff and ready, and I unbuttoned myself, allowing her hands to explore. As she became more comfortable, I caressed the inside of her thigh to return to her clit.

As I wet my fingertips with her wetness to coat her clit, she loosened my pants enough to allow them to drop to the floor. She brushed the tips of her fingers along my shaft as she admired it. Her hand reached the side of my hip and positioned me closer to her. She opened her mouth and took me in with a moan of pleasure. Her lips wrapped around my girth as her tongue swirled at my tip.

I may have lost control for a moment as I manhandled her. I gripped the sides of her legs and spun her for easy access. She let out a short squeak at the sudden motion, and her eyes filled with dread at the thought of taking me inside her. I positioned my tip at her lips, gripping my shaft to tease her wetness, and began to push in. She was tight, but with her natural lubrication, I was able to push in.

She let out a long whimper as I kept sliding deeper into her. I slowly removed myself to ensure a thorough coating before I slid back in. I reminded myself to pay attention to the clit, so I reached up and licked my thumb before returning. I started with slow circles as I pumped myself into her.

I allowed her moans and gasps to set the pace, fucking her harder, with more pressure on her pelvis to keep her in place and stronger circles around her clit to bring her to another sweet release. I grunted, asking her if she will be a good girl and come for the doctor one more time. With every thrust, her gasps drew quicker and higher, replying yes. Her pleasure brought me closer to my release until I could no longer hold back.

She drew a final breath in and exhaled with a long, drawn-out groan as I fucked her harder and harder. I thrust into her as deep as she would take me and pulsed too many times to count. The final few pulses of my cock inside her began to force my cum back out of her, despite my cock plugging her.

I imagine Mrs. Hood to be an excellent candidate to present to my peers for their scientific proof. I may need to study her a few more times before I’m prepared to share my discoveries. I instructed the patient to see me again in a few days’ time for a follow-up. Meanwhile, I shall continue to document my methods and practices.

Dr. Clarke.

Letting Another Man Touch Me

August 17th 1883 Thursday (Patient)

My appointment with Dr. Clarke yesterday had not been as expected. As of late, I have had bouts of hysteria. My emotions have been erratic and unpredictable. Nothing satisfies me anymore. I do not know why, but I have felt this need growing inside me that can only be satisfied by a man’s touch. But that is preposterous. My husband and I have made love several times since we have been married. That is why I visited Dr. Clarke. I had hoped that he would help me nail down a prognosis.

When he took me back to his office, I tried to tell him how I felt. Words illuded me as I stumbled over them, trying to make him understand. He seemed to understand my desperation to resolve the issue because he began to explain treatment options. I was confused as he tried to explain the treatments. There was terminology that I needed help understanding, but I was too afraid to ask for clarification. He also kept referring to my husband as Just-in, with a pause between just and in. He would chuckle to himself after muttering the phrase, but I do not understand what was so humorous. Instead of explaining his odd behaviour, he asked me to lie down on the gurney.

His forwardness gave me pause, but in the end, I obliged. He indicated with his hand to open my mouth and then he shoved his fingers inside. He asked me to lightly suck on his fingers to get them wet and then withdrew them with a loud pop. He began to slowly drag his fingers down my body before settling between my legs. My body was flush and heat began to rise to my cheeks. I did not know if it was because I was mortified that I was letting another man touch me or something else entirely. The tickle of his hot breath between my thighs had jerked me from my thoughts.

It would be unladylike of me to continue writing about the events that took place in Dr. Clarke’s office, but I cannot stop. I want to remember the way his hands felt hot against my skin. The bruises that mar my hips remind me of his strength. At times I find myself absentmindedly brush my fingertips over his marks. Even now, I can feel the whisper of his fingers playing with my sex as I leaked all over them. His touch drew unnatural noises from my throat. I should have been embarrassed, but his touch was fire, and I was dancing on coals.

As he moved his fingers inside me, I grabbed his manhood and immediately withdrew. As I sit here now, writing, I want to say that it was an accident, but that would be a lie. I saw the bulge in his pants and wanted to touch it. It was bigger than I had imagined, and my body convulsed in pleasure at the thought of him putting it inside me. I had never before imagined another man inside me, but the thought left my body buzzing.

He began to undress before me. My body was wound tight with anticipation at seeing all of him. he pulled his penis out, and the need to lick the tip overwhelmed me. It looked red and angry, with a thick, white liquid coming from the tip. The feral need of him inside me took over, and I pulled him closer. I slowly spread my lips around him as he continued to push in. His salty taste caused a moan to draw forward. I felt his body shudder against me, and he quickly withdrew from my mouth.

A whimper escaped me but was replaced with a moan as he aligned himself against my entrance. My body froze, and my breath caught in my throat. I did not believe that he would fit inside me as he was significantly larger than my husband. Dr. Clarke must have noticed my surprise because his lips tilted into a small smile. He continued to stroke the bundle of nerves between my legs when he pushed into me.

I have never felt so full in my entire life. Justin has never filled me so perfectly before. I could feel Dr. Clarke everywhere. My body did not feel like my own as he started to move inside me. Faster and faster he went until stars burst from behind my eyes, and I cried out in ecstasy. Dr. Clarke’s movements did not stop for one moment before I started falling again. My breaths were ragged as the pumps of his hips became erratic. It could have been mine or his, but a cry pierced the air as he started filling me up with his cum. I could feel it drip down my inner thighs and sighed in contentment. I had never felt such overwhelming feelings and did not want it to end.

Dr. Clarke quickly pulled up and buttoned his pants before leaving the room. A nurse came in shortly after with written instructions from the doctor. I was instructed to have marital sex with Justin and to pleasure myself on my own. Dr. Clarke also asked me to keep a diary of my sessions with him for his studies.

I do not want to let Dr. Clarke down, but I fear that I will not be able to pleasure myself. Just the thought makes my throat tight, and I break out in sweat. Although he has not pushed for answers, Justin has asked about my appointment. I have not told Justin the details of my visit, but I want to. But now I believe that my hysteria is back and that I will need to go back for another treatment.

This is the first two chapters from The Doctor’s Archives. A novella co-written by Rowena (Ro) Sage and Blade Rivers. You can Preorder the book here

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