Here is an Erotic short penned by one of my friends, Sita Tisa. Sita is blessed with the soul of a poet, an eye for beauty, a delightfully quirky and talented mind, a love of words and all things Eros. Hot, yes? 🙂
She’s a Tease
The music got louder in the club, the kind of loud that discouraged much talk in a good way. The lights went dimmer as the club set the mood for the evening. The song made her burst into dance on her seat…a kind of graceful wiggle, she looked back at me and laughed, her eyes playful and bright. She caught me staring at her back and nape. I loved watching her.
Her smile grew into longing, I could tell because she turned her whole body on the seat and faced me. She poured a little more beer in my glass, then slowly traced the edges with her middle finger, round and round and round. The minuscule movement turned me on and mesmerized me as I pressed my legs together. I shifted on my seat. She knew her effect on me and looked away smiling…
I took a swig of my drink, trying to ignore my hardening nipples under my blouse. Then she turned suddenly and reached for me, as though to whisper something in my ear, so I moved forward to listen. I closed my eyes instinctively, waiting to hear her velvety voice. Instead, I felt her tongue tease my ear and she took a nip at it. It startled me so much I spilt my drink a little as a gasp escaped my lips. She pulled me to her as though she had more to say. I tried to look around to see if anyone saw us but no one was bothered, everyone was warming to the music and overcome with intoxication.
She abruptly let go of me and sat back in her chair, staring at me. I was so flustered and hot! I love ear play and was simply amazed I got away with it in a packed club. As I was trying to get my composure I felt her leg under the table pry mine apart. I relented…wondering what she was up to next. She pushed her chair in and nudged her knee closer and upwards, reaching my crotch. She thrust in and ahhh, it hit the spot through my jeans sending shivers through my body. She nudged at my crotch again and again, grinding into it. She got into a rhythm with the beat of the music and the feeling was so erotic that I barely cared. A waiter whizzed past our table checking on our drinks and the nudging came to an abrupt halt as we asked for more. The moment passed, or so I thought.
As we got our refills, I sipped on the last of my beer allowing my mind to wander and think about her lips and how good they felt, imagining them on my nipples, and her tongue gently teasing my throbbing clit, kissing, licking and sucking my pussy lips. Nooo, I had to block that out otherwise I wouldn’t last the evening. I opened my eyes and caught her staring at me with that cheeky smile. I felt really vulnerable at the way she read me so easily, she could see I wanted her…
She slipped her hand under the table and a new song came on that got half the club on their feet dancing. We were under the dark shadows of dancing bodies, her hand reached for my button and she unzipped my jeans slowly. I held my breath as her hand sunk into my pants while she wandered, ever so slowly, down, down, down, until she felt my clit hood and to my surprise she slapped it. I felt a thousand jolts of electricity. I looked at her in shock, our eyes locked and her fingers pried my lips apart, feeling the warm and wet. Her smile looked more like a leer now, she realized just how hot I was for her. She rubbed me with those grinding movements and I lost all modesty. I sat back and let her have her way with me. Meantime, the song was at fever pitch, everyone singing along and dancing their hearts out. The only rhythm I felt were her fingers now fucking me in swift, short strokes. Her eyes never left mine I could feel a climax rising.
I was shamelessly bucking at her every thrust, whimpering for more and more and more and when I was seconds away from bliss…She pulled her hand away so suddenly that I groaned loudly, mouthing, “WHY???”
Her only answer, eyes locked on mine, as she licked and sucked each finger that had been inside of me clean was, “Zip up and have your drink. There is a time and place for everything. I will have all of you when the time is right.”
I reeled in shock, wondering at how self-centered this minx-tease was. Somehow, I needed to return the favor. My thoughts were a blur as I squirmed and zipped up my pants. One day…
Sita Tisa is a free spirit who enjoys sharing erotic thoughts, ideas and experiences. She purrs like a cat at the thought of chains, toys and vivid imagery. As an African sexually fluid individual, she tries to delve into what would otherwise be considered taboo in the hopes that we can all open up our minds, enjoy ourselves and have mind blowing erotic experiences.