Possibly Maybe

July 5, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , , ,

Possibly Maybe
Your flirt finds me out
Teases the crack in me
Smittens me with hope

She plays with his damp hair, and she kisses his chin.

She felt the sweat on his skin merging with hers.

She felt his full weight with him being on top, but she did not mind at all.

Why is he so beautiful?

She cupped his face and pulled him close to hers and kissed him full on the lips.

Something inside her stirred.

A part of him was still embedded within her.

“You still want me, huh?’ He grinned.

“Always.” She replied.

“How do you want it this time?”

“Don’t ask.” She tells him. “I just want to feel your hard inside me again. I want your hands all over my body.”

He shoved a pillow between them and rolled her on top of it.

She was now face down on the bed.

He used his knees to spread her legs.

He put a finger inside her and held her shoulders down as he slid his cock into her wet pussy and fucks her fast and hard.

They both make noise as they cum.

Possibly maybe
Possibly maybe
Possibly maybe

She looked at him as he slept—calmly like a baby.

His hair. Just how erotic a misplaced strand of hair can be?

His lips. They can do wonders.

His kisses. Sometimes a kiss is just kiss. Other times a kiss is a wet, sensual, heart-throbbing, soul-touching, mind-altering exploration of the senses—his kisses are just like that.
His looks — he had one of those looks that could capsize any heart. It always leaves her swimming in an ocean of lust and of love.

Wait, love? Where did that come from?

Is she really in love?



As much as I definitely enjoy solitude

I wouldn't mind perhaps
Spending little time with you

He is doing the circle thing with his tongue again.

And he knows it is going to drive her crazy.

He does the circle thing with his tongue and then he stops and just holds it there.

If she tries to move a muscle, he holds her back.
He does it again and stops.

Presses into her tight.

“Oh fuck,” She says.

He won’t let her move.

Circles with his tongue.

Does it again and again.



Does it again.

It is driving her nuts.

If she were standing up right now, she would have collapsed on the floor in ecstasy.

Fast little circles.


She can’t take it anymore.

She is going to burst any second now.

“Cum,” he tells her and puts his head back down.

She gave in.

Possibly maybe
Probably love
Possibly maybe
Probably love

With one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile, she looked at him.

She was daring him.

She isn’t really beautiful, but she is no plain Jane either.

And him? In her eyes, he is gorgeous.

He is just right for her.

She bit her lip.

She stared right in his eyes without looking away, without blinking.

“Stop that.” He said.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” But she smiled knowingly and then looked away.

Uncertainty excites me
Baby, who knows what's going to happen?
Lottery or car crash
Or you'll join a cult

Nothing beats a slow dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner together.

She led him in the corner. He can’t get away now.

His back was against the cupboards, and there’s not a lot of room to sit.

She puts her hand on his chest and kiss him hard on the mouth.

She took a slice of an orange and put it in his mouth.

She placed her mouth on his.

They eat the orange together pushing the piece back and forth with their tongues.

She ran her fingers down his body and then grabbed him through his sweatpants.

He is hard.

She liked how he felt through the cloth.

She squeezed harder and kissed him harder on the lips.

He moaned.

“I want you!”

He pulled her shirt off over her head.

She ran her hands down his sides and pulled on the sweatpants.

She cupped his balls and kissed his neck.

He took off her jeans and got her up on the kitchen table.

“Now, I’ll fuck you.” He tells her.

Probably maybe
Possibly love
He says probably maybe
Possibly love

The stars never looked so beautiful to her.

Until tonight, that is.

Stargazing was never her thing.

But tonight, yes tonight was different.

Tonight, she is seeing things in a different set of eyes.

Or it could all be because of the man beside her.

And as she turned sideways and watched him talk about the stars, she just stared.

“Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, am I?” –she smiled as she remembered that line from a song.

He turned to her then and grinned that grin of his that made her heart go flippity-flop.

He reached for her hand and squeezed it and just held it right next to his as his gaze returned to the stars again.

She sighed a deep sigh and did the same.

Mon petit Vulcan
You're eruptions and disasters
I keep calm
Admiring your lava
I keep calm

She loves it when she feels the muscles in his legs tighten.

She loves it when he is rock hard and at her mercy.

And he breaks eye contact because he cannot stop his eyes from rolling back.

He lets out a hiss.

He growls her name.

She knows he was getting close.

She knows he is on fire.

And now she has a big decision to make…

Will she continue her relentless determination to make him cum in her mouth?

Will she withdraw to straddle him so she can ride him until he screams her name?

Or will she wait until she can feel his cock at the edge of glory and stop.

Yes, stop and deny him his release…

So she can begin this amazing torture all over again.

Possibly maybe
Probably love
Possibly maybe
Probably love

And it was just so easy for him to drape his arms around her like he owned her, but she knew it wasn't the case.

Yet she longs for it...

No, she pines for it...

But isn't longing and pining the same?

And as he slowly turned to face her and looked her in the eyes, she knew she was a goner.

Those eyes - his eyes - she could get lost in them and not find her way back.

And she tried to look away, but he didn't let her.

He cupped her chin with his other hand and just held her gaze.

And she wanted him...

No, she needed him...

But is wanting and needing the same?

Electric shocks?
I love them!
With you dozen a day
But after a while I wonder
Where's that love you promised me?
Where is it?

He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, and kissed her hard on the lips.

His free hand slipped south, tracing over the slight swell of her stomach before finding that warmth between her legs.

She moaned against his mouth, and he started to stroke her, the pressure increasing with each slide, fingers pressed against cunt, getting slick as each moment slipped past.

And his mouth went from her lips to her neck, savoring the scent of her, the taste, the texture of her skin against his teeth and his tongue.

Her head was rocking back.

Her hips bucking onto his hand.

They fucked, slowly at first, the build more important than the squeeze around his cock, but by the time they were finished he was exhausted, and she was panting.

There were asleep not long after.

Possibly maybe
Probably love
Possibly maybe
Probably love

He kissed her as if it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

His lips touched only her lips, and her body felt as if it was being engulfed.

No part of her was left untouched by the heat of that kiss—his kiss.

And when it was done with her body, it entered her very heart and soul.

It changed from a physical act back to the flame of love it had started from.

But it was one-sided flame.

She knew that.

And yet she welcomed the kiss like it meant he loved her as she did him.

How can you offer me love like that?
My heart's burned
How can you offer me love like that?
I'm exhausted
Leave me alone

She settled on the bed between his legs, crouched and hunched.

The blanket was long gone, thrown off the bed and onto the floor before she’d even started.

Here she was, faced with his soft length, still smelling faintly of sex.

She kissed it, from the base up to the tip, before taking it in her mouth.

It started to come awake far before he did.

It was being stimulated, and so it reacted.

He groaned, but his eyes didn’t flicker.

She grinned. She slid her tongue around that swelling head, finding the gap between foreskin and the
thickness of him, and pushing that oral muscle straight between the two.

He groaned again, longer this time.

It wasn’t the first time she’d woken him up with her mouth.

He groaned again, his hips rolling for a moment, before they stopped.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled.

She sucked, sliding her tongue around the head of him, doing laps.

He groaned again, his whole body twitching.

“What. Are. You. Doing.” His eyes were open now, and his mouth was hanging open slightly, his breath coming in quick.

She didn’t answer him,

Instead, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth.

And he filled her mouth with cum.

Possibly maybe
Possibly maybe
Possibly maybe

A patch of sunlight comes through the window and makes me think how good he’d look lying in it.


Like a curled kitten absorbing the warmth.

He was a dangerous notion—a mistake waiting to happen.

Pretty eyes.

A smile that could light up a 10-storey building, and he knew how to use that smile well.

His voice—it melted away the heart of a young soul.

His lips — you could savor them and hang onto them like candy.

He has strong arms and you could grab onto those arms like boulders while riding him like the stallion that he is.

He is a wild notion.

He is a dangerous fact.

She would like to tame him. Claim him as her own.

But she knew she could never.

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