Porn or Erotica? Whatever It Is, I Can Write Too...
2nd Post...
So as you have read, Mimi writes some pretty decent Erotica. Well a few months ago, I found a contest and wrote a 2000 - 3000 word story. Mimi thinks its pretty hot, so I am going to publish the first half and see what youguys think. BTW... I did not win the contest nor did I even place. Oh Well...
Terri’s Touch
Part 1
My name is Veronica, and I live in a suburb outside of Orlando. I work in Winter Park as a real estate attorney. I used to work in a large corporate firm, but as you will see, one day I had all I could of taking advantage of people who do not know the “ins and outs” of the world of law.
I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair that is naturally curly with spirals, I am of average height and proportion and am now in my mid thirties. I have always felt my figure could look better; you know smaller hips and thighs, bigger boobs, but the men I have had relationships with always have been quite satisfied. I am generally a shy woman, but on occasion, my wild side does come out, even when sober. For the most part I am very practical, but tend to over analyze and question everything, which helped lead me to becoming a lawyer. I tend to dress in a conservative manner and try to maintain a professional appearance on the outside.
My husband and our children are in bed asleep, and it is late. I came across something earlier which I had forgotten about, an old journal. My husband and I lay in bed talking to one another, finishing our conversations from earlier in the evening in the tranquility of our bed. Then it was time to sleep, we kissed and said goodnight. My husband soon fell to sleep. I just could not get there, so I quietly slid out of bed so as not disturb my husband, and slipped my robe over my nakedness. I went into the study to find a book I may not have already read, which is a difficult task. I knew there was little to nothing on the shelves that I would either be interested in, or had not read. So I went to the closet. My husband frequently takes old books that do not fit on the main shelves and puts them in the closet. I looked up at the top shelf and saw something that caught my interest. As I stood on my tippy toes, reaching for my prize, I bumped a stack of other books, and out tumbled down from somewhere above in the darkness, one of my old journals. It hit the floor with a very special entry. Something I forgot about that happened when I was relatively new in the world of law.
Leading up to the episode that now lay open to me, I was seeing a therapist to help me work through some issues and deal with my idealism in the world of law. Today I am still idealistic, and believe in doing the right thing which is exactly how I run my practice. At the time though, I was in a personal and professional crisis, questioning if the law was what I wanted for my life. The lying and cheating of corporate lawyers, I despised them, and I disliked myself. I needed to find myself so I went to my therapist.
I lifted the journal from the floor and softly padded through the house in my bare feet, down the stairs, and it being a nice warm, late spring evening, out to the screened porch. A push of a button, all the window slats opened, another button, and the fan came on. I moved to the daybed facing out to the lake. I leaned against the arm and sat lengthwise on the bed, my robe falling open as I did so. The warm air felt good against my skin, and I began to read.
October 10, 2003
I am so furious right now, I cannot help but cry. What happened today, I just do not understand it, nor can I stand it either. I left today, I quit. I am tired of how people are treated, how we treat the people we are supposed to help. It pisses me off, and I told Albert to go to hell, and then just left. I emptied my briefcase on his desk, took my purse, told him I would send for my things and I left. I didn’t cry till I got to the car. I sat in the car and cried and cried.
After I stopped and could breathe normally, I called Dr. Jensen and asked if I could see him. A spot had just opened, and I drove straight over. I wiped my eyes and put some gloss on, which was all I bothered to do to fix myself. Then we sat there, for an hour. Not a word, nothing. All I heard was the clock ticking. Nothing, just the clock, and we looked at each other. I was furious, but we just sat there doing nothing only looking at each other.
My time was done. I used an hour and I still felt upset. I was angry and jobless too! I left Dr Jensen’s office and went out to the reception area to see Terri and pay her. Terri and I usually only said, “Hello,” and, “goodbye,” with the in-between exchange of small talk while processing my payment. In hindsight, I know she knew immediately that today was different. I think about her face, her deep green eyes, and the sad smile she gave me. She asked if I was alright, and I said yes, which she knew was not the truth. She asked if she could do anything, and I said no, and at the moment there really was nothing she could do. She finished with my credit card and came around the desk handing it to me. I reached to take it, my hand in hers as she handed the card back to me, lightly grasping my hand as I pulled the card to me. I felt odd for a moment, and then she moved toward me. I look back to this afternoon and it was as if in slow motion. She put her arms around me and pulled me to her giving me a hug. In hushed tones, just a bit louder than a whisper she told me things would get better, her cheek touching mine. I hugged her back and kept her close to me. I could feel her rubbing against my blouse and I was subtly aware even through my bad feelings, that this physical contact felt comforting. I felt better as she hugged me. Terri said she hoped she had not overstepped her bounds, but I just seemed like I needed a hug today. We lingered longer than I expected, but at the moment not as long as I wanted. Something about the way she touched me, not just her hand to my hand but the hug, the touch of her body to mine felt so nice.
I walked out of the office and into the elevator, pressed “LL” for the garage, and something hit me. I was still angry, I was still mad, but there was something else now. Oddly, I could not get the way Terri’s body felt against mine out of my mind. The elevator arrived at the bottom, I walked to my car. The garage was a bit dark at this time of the day as the afternoons were shortening. I got in my car and sat for a moment. I could not shake Terri. The way she felt, the way she touched me.
I slipped my heels off to drive but I sat there in the half darkness thinking about Terri and the way her breasts moved up against mine. I never felt anything in that way before. Terri was shorter than me, and looked to be in her middle to late twenties. We had talked on occasion, but nothing more than chit chat or for booking appointments. She was attractive, no doubt. I found myself remembering suddenly the Friday before last when she was wearing some low-rise jeans and a rather short top. At the time it did not occur to me, but thinking of it now, a pretty pink thong was just peeking out the top of her jeans as she reached up to a shelf to get down something for Dr. Jensen as I was leaving.
Without thinking about my actions I realized I was squeezing my thighs together slightly. And I continued thinking about that hug and how our breasts, in just that few seconds, played against one another. I could feel my nipples pushing at my bra right now. I wanted to push at my skirt as if by instinct as I squeezed my thighs and my lips together, feeling the muscles contract and relax. In a matter of seconds, my thoughts jumped to the thought of what it would be like to touch her through her blouse. My head had been tilted back as I concentrated on Terri, I moved my head downward and could see my hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly, the knuckles were white.
My grip loosened a bit, and I moved my right hand to my neck moving it down over my blouse and my breasts. They heaved as my shallow breathing began to become deeper. I thought for a moment how it could be Terri’s hand now unbuttoning my blouse, feeling my skin under her hands. I closed my eyes, tilting my head again, rocking my hips forward slightly as my hand (Terri’s hand) slipped over my breasts and into the cleavage there. I could feel the touch of her finger tips under my bra which I wanted off.
My left hand moved to my skirt, moving my hips so slightly against the seat as I started pulling my skirt up towards my hips. I could feel my lips becoming swollen. My right hand moving further under my bra till my fingers or as I imagined, Terri’s fingers, could feel my swollen and hardened nipple. I needed so badly to feel them pinched to feel some pressure applied to them. My left hand brushed the crotch of my pantyhose and rested only for seconds pressing the thin cotton/nylon against my pussy which was now becoming evermore swollen and moist.
I could not take it anymore, as I was doing this to myself, I imagined Terri was in the car with me. I could smell the fragrance from her cologne she was wearing. I hadn’t thought about it as we held each other, but its smell was magnified now and it excited me. With my eyes closed, I pictured Terri. I could see her eyes, the deep green color and her full pouting lips red with lipstick and wet from gloss and the moisture from her tongue moving over her lips. I could see her light brown hair cascading down her heart shaped face, and her smile as she looked back into my eyes. All of these images made me want her more than I could have ever imagined.
After I managed to get my skirt up over my ass, I reached down with my hands and pulled my hose off, gripping them, snagging them with my nails. I wanted them off and I needed my fingers inside me. I opened the door and stuck my left leg out of the car pushing the hose down my thighs and bent my leg till off my foot and toes the nylon came, baring my naked leg; then turning in my seat, feeling the soft slick leather against my ass, I got the hose off my other leg. Not thinking, I put my left foot down on the car’s runner and then, as I further situated myself, to the bare concrete. But I did not think about my bare feet on the concrete and the door being open and the dome light completely lit as I snapped the front of my bra open and let my breasts loose.
I pinched my nipples and spread my legs, while with my right hand I ran my fingers over and around my swollen lips. I imagined Terri’s fingers touching me, her pretty little fingers feeling the softness of my outer lips and the thick wet juices that were beginning to flow out of me in my excitement. I slowly slipped a finger inside myself while pinching one of my nipples. The sensation of my finger mixed with the pleasurable pain emanating from my nipple made me moan. I added another finger to my pussy and continued to twist and pull my nipples. I could hear my low moaning sounds as I fantasized about how badly I wanted Terri’s tongue inside me. I wanted to feel her licking my body. I pulled one of my breasts to my mouth and suckled my nipple letting it fall from my mouth after several seconds but holding on to the nipple with my teeth for a fraction of a second longer. I pushed my fingers deep inside me as I let out a louder moan. Only in hindsight do I now recall the door being open.
To Be Continued…
So as you have read, Mimi writes some pretty decent Erotica. Well a few months ago, I found a contest and wrote a 2000 - 3000 word story. Mimi thinks its pretty hot, so I am going to publish the first half and see what youguys think. BTW... I did not win the contest nor did I even place. Oh Well...
Terri’s Touch
Part 1
My name is Veronica, and I live in a suburb outside of Orlando. I work in Winter Park as a real estate attorney. I used to work in a large corporate firm, but as you will see, one day I had all I could of taking advantage of people who do not know the “ins and outs” of the world of law.
I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair that is naturally curly with spirals, I am of average height and proportion and am now in my mid thirties. I have always felt my figure could look better; you know smaller hips and thighs, bigger boobs, but the men I have had relationships with always have been quite satisfied. I am generally a shy woman, but on occasion, my wild side does come out, even when sober. For the most part I am very practical, but tend to over analyze and question everything, which helped lead me to becoming a lawyer. I tend to dress in a conservative manner and try to maintain a professional appearance on the outside.
My husband and our children are in bed asleep, and it is late. I came across something earlier which I had forgotten about, an old journal. My husband and I lay in bed talking to one another, finishing our conversations from earlier in the evening in the tranquility of our bed. Then it was time to sleep, we kissed and said goodnight. My husband soon fell to sleep. I just could not get there, so I quietly slid out of bed so as not disturb my husband, and slipped my robe over my nakedness. I went into the study to find a book I may not have already read, which is a difficult task. I knew there was little to nothing on the shelves that I would either be interested in, or had not read. So I went to the closet. My husband frequently takes old books that do not fit on the main shelves and puts them in the closet. I looked up at the top shelf and saw something that caught my interest. As I stood on my tippy toes, reaching for my prize, I bumped a stack of other books, and out tumbled down from somewhere above in the darkness, one of my old journals. It hit the floor with a very special entry. Something I forgot about that happened when I was relatively new in the world of law.
Leading up to the episode that now lay open to me, I was seeing a therapist to help me work through some issues and deal with my idealism in the world of law. Today I am still idealistic, and believe in doing the right thing which is exactly how I run my practice. At the time though, I was in a personal and professional crisis, questioning if the law was what I wanted for my life. The lying and cheating of corporate lawyers, I despised them, and I disliked myself. I needed to find myself so I went to my therapist.
I lifted the journal from the floor and softly padded through the house in my bare feet, down the stairs, and it being a nice warm, late spring evening, out to the screened porch. A push of a button, all the window slats opened, another button, and the fan came on. I moved to the daybed facing out to the lake. I leaned against the arm and sat lengthwise on the bed, my robe falling open as I did so. The warm air felt good against my skin, and I began to read.
October 10, 2003
I am so furious right now, I cannot help but cry. What happened today, I just do not understand it, nor can I stand it either. I left today, I quit. I am tired of how people are treated, how we treat the people we are supposed to help. It pisses me off, and I told Albert to go to hell, and then just left. I emptied my briefcase on his desk, took my purse, told him I would send for my things and I left. I didn’t cry till I got to the car. I sat in the car and cried and cried.
After I stopped and could breathe normally, I called Dr. Jensen and asked if I could see him. A spot had just opened, and I drove straight over. I wiped my eyes and put some gloss on, which was all I bothered to do to fix myself. Then we sat there, for an hour. Not a word, nothing. All I heard was the clock ticking. Nothing, just the clock, and we looked at each other. I was furious, but we just sat there doing nothing only looking at each other.
My time was done. I used an hour and I still felt upset. I was angry and jobless too! I left Dr Jensen’s office and went out to the reception area to see Terri and pay her. Terri and I usually only said, “Hello,” and, “goodbye,” with the in-between exchange of small talk while processing my payment. In hindsight, I know she knew immediately that today was different. I think about her face, her deep green eyes, and the sad smile she gave me. She asked if I was alright, and I said yes, which she knew was not the truth. She asked if she could do anything, and I said no, and at the moment there really was nothing she could do. She finished with my credit card and came around the desk handing it to me. I reached to take it, my hand in hers as she handed the card back to me, lightly grasping my hand as I pulled the card to me. I felt odd for a moment, and then she moved toward me. I look back to this afternoon and it was as if in slow motion. She put her arms around me and pulled me to her giving me a hug. In hushed tones, just a bit louder than a whisper she told me things would get better, her cheek touching mine. I hugged her back and kept her close to me. I could feel her rubbing against my blouse and I was subtly aware even through my bad feelings, that this physical contact felt comforting. I felt better as she hugged me. Terri said she hoped she had not overstepped her bounds, but I just seemed like I needed a hug today. We lingered longer than I expected, but at the moment not as long as I wanted. Something about the way she touched me, not just her hand to my hand but the hug, the touch of her body to mine felt so nice.
I walked out of the office and into the elevator, pressed “LL” for the garage, and something hit me. I was still angry, I was still mad, but there was something else now. Oddly, I could not get the way Terri’s body felt against mine out of my mind. The elevator arrived at the bottom, I walked to my car. The garage was a bit dark at this time of the day as the afternoons were shortening. I got in my car and sat for a moment. I could not shake Terri. The way she felt, the way she touched me.
I slipped my heels off to drive but I sat there in the half darkness thinking about Terri and the way her breasts moved up against mine. I never felt anything in that way before. Terri was shorter than me, and looked to be in her middle to late twenties. We had talked on occasion, but nothing more than chit chat or for booking appointments. She was attractive, no doubt. I found myself remembering suddenly the Friday before last when she was wearing some low-rise jeans and a rather short top. At the time it did not occur to me, but thinking of it now, a pretty pink thong was just peeking out the top of her jeans as she reached up to a shelf to get down something for Dr. Jensen as I was leaving.
Without thinking about my actions I realized I was squeezing my thighs together slightly. And I continued thinking about that hug and how our breasts, in just that few seconds, played against one another. I could feel my nipples pushing at my bra right now. I wanted to push at my skirt as if by instinct as I squeezed my thighs and my lips together, feeling the muscles contract and relax. In a matter of seconds, my thoughts jumped to the thought of what it would be like to touch her through her blouse. My head had been tilted back as I concentrated on Terri, I moved my head downward and could see my hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly, the knuckles were white.
My grip loosened a bit, and I moved my right hand to my neck moving it down over my blouse and my breasts. They heaved as my shallow breathing began to become deeper. I thought for a moment how it could be Terri’s hand now unbuttoning my blouse, feeling my skin under her hands. I closed my eyes, tilting my head again, rocking my hips forward slightly as my hand (Terri’s hand) slipped over my breasts and into the cleavage there. I could feel the touch of her finger tips under my bra which I wanted off.
My left hand moved to my skirt, moving my hips so slightly against the seat as I started pulling my skirt up towards my hips. I could feel my lips becoming swollen. My right hand moving further under my bra till my fingers or as I imagined, Terri’s fingers, could feel my swollen and hardened nipple. I needed so badly to feel them pinched to feel some pressure applied to them. My left hand brushed the crotch of my pantyhose and rested only for seconds pressing the thin cotton/nylon against my pussy which was now becoming evermore swollen and moist.
I could not take it anymore, as I was doing this to myself, I imagined Terri was in the car with me. I could smell the fragrance from her cologne she was wearing. I hadn’t thought about it as we held each other, but its smell was magnified now and it excited me. With my eyes closed, I pictured Terri. I could see her eyes, the deep green color and her full pouting lips red with lipstick and wet from gloss and the moisture from her tongue moving over her lips. I could see her light brown hair cascading down her heart shaped face, and her smile as she looked back into my eyes. All of these images made me want her more than I could have ever imagined.
After I managed to get my skirt up over my ass, I reached down with my hands and pulled my hose off, gripping them, snagging them with my nails. I wanted them off and I needed my fingers inside me. I opened the door and stuck my left leg out of the car pushing the hose down my thighs and bent my leg till off my foot and toes the nylon came, baring my naked leg; then turning in my seat, feeling the soft slick leather against my ass, I got the hose off my other leg. Not thinking, I put my left foot down on the car’s runner and then, as I further situated myself, to the bare concrete. But I did not think about my bare feet on the concrete and the door being open and the dome light completely lit as I snapped the front of my bra open and let my breasts loose.
I pinched my nipples and spread my legs, while with my right hand I ran my fingers over and around my swollen lips. I imagined Terri’s fingers touching me, her pretty little fingers feeling the softness of my outer lips and the thick wet juices that were beginning to flow out of me in my excitement. I slowly slipped a finger inside myself while pinching one of my nipples. The sensation of my finger mixed with the pleasurable pain emanating from my nipple made me moan. I added another finger to my pussy and continued to twist and pull my nipples. I could hear my low moaning sounds as I fantasized about how badly I wanted Terri’s tongue inside me. I wanted to feel her licking my body. I pulled one of my breasts to my mouth and suckled my nipple letting it fall from my mouth after several seconds but holding on to the nipple with my teeth for a fraction of a second longer. I pushed my fingers deep inside me as I let out a louder moan. Only in hindsight do I now recall the door being open.
To Be Continued…
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