Dirty Erotic Oneshots, Mistress_ Red [autobiographies to read txt] 📗

more, sucking lightly on my tongue.

My hands slide slowly up her arms as I decided to try something. I unchained her hands and then slid my hands back down her arms and started to play with one of her nipples. She moaned and slipped her arms around me hesitantly. I pinched and pulled at her nipple while she ran her hands lightly down my back.

 

I closed my eyes, enjoying her touches and the sounds of her pleasure and surrender. Soon she cried out in another orgasm and I fed on the wonderful energy of it. I clung to her tightly and orgasmed as well. When I came down from it I nuzzled her neck gently.

"That was amazing wasn't it, love?" I said with a smirk before kissing her neck gently.

c o n s e n s u a l

 

 

Seth sat in the fifth row in theater. He watched and was almost mesmerized by the dancing nymph performing on stage. The theater was large, and the ceiling was high. There were several balconies lining the gigantic establishment. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a very low light on the audience.

Applause rang out across the room as the ballet came to its conclusion. People stood up giving the performers a standing ovation. Seth stood as well, clapping his hands. His ice blue eyes were still upon her, the beauty of the stage. She was amazing. Even walking she had the grace and elegance of a goddess. He reached up running his long fingers through his thick, medium length, brown hair. 

Akordia Lirit was one of the most well known dancers in northern Europe. Seth fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her. Every curve of her body as she danced seemed as if it were painted by a perfectionist. He watched as she bent at the waist taking a bow.

 

His eyes drifted over her slender form, lingering on her small well rounded backside. He shook his head. He just wasn't sure he could hide in the shadows much longer. His need for her was growing and he was finding it more and more difficult to fight his wicked urges. 

 

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Akordia moved off stage. She wore a rather tight light blue leotard and she was itching to get out of it. She loved dancing and though the attire was light and airy it was tight and revealing. She glided down the hall to the dressing rooms. As she moved along, she reached up unpinning her long raven black hair, letting the silken strands fall down her back in a mass of curls. 

It wasn't just the leotard that had her moving so quickly. She wanted to see what her secret admirer had left for her in the dressing room this time. She smiled and nibbled her bottom lip anxiously as she moved down the hallway.

 

She couldn't believe it had been six months sense the first time she received something from him. There were always three roses, and a little note. Of course being the person she was she had many admirers. But none like him. He was always so smooth with the way he wrote his letters. They were romantic. The letters made her heart beat quicken, and her blood run hot through her veins. 

Never once had Akordia responded to his letters, but he still kept leaving them. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she struggled to get her dressing room door open. She felt like a young child waking up on Christmas morning, and all of her gifts were just beyond the dressing room door. 

Akordia pushed the door open, not bothering to close it. Her eyes shifted straight to the desk against the wall where she saw the three bright red roses she'd been waiting for. She let out a tiny giggle and ran toward them.

 

She felt a little childish but she couldn't seem to help herself. She seemed to have a crush on a man who she didn't even know. She didn't know what he looked like; even his name was a mystery to her. But it just didn't matter. He was her secret admirer. She reached down and picked up the small white card that lay over the steams of the roses. 

Anxiously, Akordia opened the card ... but there was nothing there. Not a single scribble of ink. She pouted, her bottom pink lip jutting outward. What was her admirer up to tonight? He had left the roses as he always did, but he wrote nothing in the card. She leaned her hip against the desk looking down at the card rather disappointed. 

 

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A smile curled the edges of Seth's mouth as he stood in the door way of her dressing room. He was enjoying the view of her back toward him. His eyes moved up her body, taking in the alluring sight of her slender legs and slightly muscular thighs, her round firm bottom, and narrow hips. He loved her hair; normally she danced with it up in a tight bun. But now that it was down and he was starting to fantasize about running his fingers through it.

Seth reached into the pocket of his jacket pulling out a long thick piece of black cloth. Quietly he stepped forward. He was almost saddened by the look of disappointment she had as she look down at the blank card, but her disappointment would soon come to a pleasurable end. He moved up behind her and quickly placed the blind fold around her head, over her beautiful sapphire eyes. 

Akordia nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt the cloth slide over her eyes. Who in their right mind would wander into her dressing room and . . . it hit her then, as his finger tips ran gently down her face. She took in a shuddering breath.

 

This was why her admirer had not written anything in his card. She heard him move away from her and shut the door. She jumped at the sound. A slight tinge of fear ran through her as she heard the lock turn. She really didn't know this man, for all she knew he could be a psychotic rapist. 

Seth moved back to her after locking the door. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. "Don't be afraid, my love. The moment you ask me to stop I will." He whispered the words into her ear. His breath was hot against her cool skin. Seth smiled as he watched her. He was afraid she would immediately tell him to stop, but she said nothing.

Feeling his lips so close to her ear, Akordia shivered. She considered telling him to stop, but if he was a psychotic rapist he wouldn't tell her he would stop if she asked him to. Besides, she was rather enjoying this. She could not see him, didn't even know what he looked like but somehow it didn't matter. He was so close to her. Akordia took a trembling step back so her body pressed against the front of his.

Seth took in a sharp breath feeling her back press against his body. Her round firm little ass rubbed against him nuzzling in to the cradle of his hips. He reached up brushing a bit of her black hair to the side. He began to kiss at her neck, her skin was so soft, it was even better then he had imagined. He nibbled lightly at that most sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. 

Akordia bit down hard on her bottom lip. She whimpered, the sound seeming to almost echo through the large dressing room. Every part of her body seemed to become engulfed in flames the moment his lips made contact with her bare skin. The thought of not knowing what he looked like or what he might do next sent waves of excitement dancing through her body like tiny bolts of electricity. She tilted her head to the side giving him better access.

"Do you know who I am, my love?" His voice was deep and melodic with a thick accent. It sounded almost Romanian.

She smiled as her imagination took flight and thought perhaps it was Dracula who stood behind her seducing her. "You're my admirer." her voice was hardly above a whisper as she was simply unable to speak properly. She had a hard time getting any words to form. 

Seth smiled and continued to kiss along her neck. His hands moved to her narrow waist pulling her against him more so that she could feel his hard-on straining against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to see what was hidden beneath that leotard. His hands slid slowly up her sides and then to her arms. He gripped the leotard along her shoulders and gently began to peel it off of her, pulling it down along her body and exposing her bare back to him. 

The cool air hit Akordia's heated skin causing her to shiver under his nimble fingers. She felt his hands begin to move over her skin, caressing her softly. His hands were magical, almost electric as they slid along her skin. It was as if little tiny bolts of lightening zapped from his skin to hers and then back again.

The air seemed thick in the room. It was almost hard for Seth to breath. He was moving very slowly, exposing just a tiny bit of her skin at a time so he could take in every feature, every dimple, and mole. He wanted her body to be imprinted in his mind for all time. 

He moved the thin material off of her arms and then to her waist. He got to his knees behind her pulling the offending leotard further down her body; exposing her bare ass to him. He leaned forward and started to kiss at the small of her back as he carefully pulled the leotard down her legs.

The moment the leotard slipped off her body her large dark pink nipples hardened. She ran her hands down her body, even touching her own skin sent waves of desire lapping at her already heated body. She let out a small whimper feeling him kiss at the small of her back.

 

The fact that she didn't even know him was exciting making it feel as if liquid fire ran through her veins. She was trembling with anticipation. When the leotard fell to her ankles she stepped out of it and kicked it aside with her small foot. 

Seth was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing nothing under the leotard. But then again he doubted she would have been able to. It was too tight and would have shown a bra or panty line. He stood back up running his hands up her body. His lips found her neck again and he trailed kisses to her ear and whispered to her. "Tell me you want me Akordia." 

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