Taste ME Steamy Short Stories

Was she taking a younger man home to make her feel reborn? Or was it just the pure unadulterated need to be worshipped?

Marla was proud of how she looked. She had dirty blonde hair to her shoulders and her body was toned and slender. Bringing someone home from a wedding reception wasn’t her style, but she needed to fill a need. She needed to fill a void. She needed to feel wanted. Needed to feel alive. Needed to feel him inside of her. Mainly she just needed to get really nasty and get laid.

She let her jacket fall to the ground and led him into the living room.

Daniel was young, strong, and handsome. He had black hair with a dark complexion and was very muscular. He seemed nervous, but had a certain confidence to his demeanor that was attractive to Marla.

“I’m going to go change, luv. Relax, and pour us a drink?” she asked, as she walked away tossing her purse and shoes on the couch. Unbuttoning the top of the gown, she walked down the hall. Daniel watched as her ass swung with each step in the tight fabric that clung to her body.

Smiling, he replied down the hallway, “No problem. You go get comfortable.”

In her bedroom Marla studied her drawers, trying to find the perfect pair of underwear. There were red, green, fluorescent, furry, crotchless, edible and a bunch of thongs. She wanted to look good and feel sexy. Even though she knew her clothes wouldn’t be on long, she liked being in silk and lace. She took off her dress, letting it caress her body as it slid over her breasts and torso. Marla’s small trimmed pubic patch peeked out of the low cut underwear she was wearing. She slid them down her legs and decided she liked wearing nothing at all best.

Standing naked, she felt the shape of her body with her hands. Her skin felt soft to her touch, like the petals of a rose. She took some perfume and sprayed it in the air and walked into the fragrance, letting it fall into her naked flesh. She picked up her silk robe and put it on with nothing underneath.

Marla was going to enjoy this. She needed to feel this damn sexy. To have a man want her so bad he couldn’t think of anything except her pleasure. This was her time to shine.

Marla stepped into the living room. The fire burning in the fireplace made the room moody and warm. He was playing with the stereo and had his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose on his muscular frame. Biting her bottom lip, she saw his muscles flex as he moved. The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the fire between her legs.