$name1 is bored in her University dorm room. In her boredom she takes to a dating app, and matches with the older $name2. They get chatting and soon he visits her dorm…
The pile of textbooks and folders on my desk had morphed into an insurmountable mountain of paper; or at least that’s what it felt like. My head bowed under the weight of the information that I was desperately trying to shove into my skull before my exam the next day. My pen grazed the paper in erratic patterns, as my thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere. The dark circles under my eyes seemed more like bruises after the last few nights of juggling both work and school. My concentration was shattered by a soft tap at my door frame.
“$name1? Is everything okay?” $name2 asked
His deep, baritone voice filled with concern as he peered into the dimly lit room. A warm smile spread across his face, illuminating his hazel eyes with a welcoming glow.
His salt-and-pepper hair, still as thick and wavy as ever, seemed to defy time’s relentless march. Dressed casually in a thin sweater and loose pants, $name2 epitomized the laid-back, hip sophistication of a man who’d lived well beyond his years.
He was never one to shy away from investing in pieces that ages gracefully, and tonight, he was wearing a splash of his signature cognac-hued cashmere — the exact shade that $name1 always said matched the mellow warmth of his eyes.
As $name2 stepped closer, extending a slender yet firm hand holding a glass brimming with crimson liquid, the warm scent of the wine wafted through the air, a tempting siren call to briefly abandon my literary doldrums.
Château La Tour Carnet, if my nose didn’t deceive me. We had once shared a bottle on a chilly winter night, while watching the rain steadily pelt against our living room windows, laughing over reminiscences of his time spent in the Bordeaux region. This time, however, was different. The sparkle in $name2’s eyes told me he had more than just an old story on his mind.
“Thought you might need this,” he announced, the words easy and husky.
“To help you unwind.”
My gaze followed the long, graceful line of his arm, pausing at the dainty jeweled cuff dangling from his wrist, then leading upwards to his strong, capable hand. His fingers were long, with well-manicured nails, slightly yellowed from age but still bearing the telltale crescent of a half moon near the base. A sudden flood of memories rushed through me, of leading him in a game of charades, of chess matches over candlelight dinners, of hugs after long days spent apart.
Had his aftershave always smelled so intoxicating? Taking the glass in hand, I offered him a weary smile, hiding the stress now bubbling under the surface like a shaken bottle of champagne.
“Thank you,” I breathed as I took a sip, relishing the warmth spreading through me like liquid fire.
Leaning back, I allowed my shoulders to relax for the first time in hours, the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by an inner warmth.
The softness of the velvet settee cushion molded to my form, a gentle relief against my taut muscles. In the dim, ambient light of the table lamps, the glossy sheen of the wooden bookcase gleamed hypnotically, serving as a silent witness to our shared history of storytelling.
$name2 took a seat at the table opposite me, those kind eyes never leaving mine, and took a sip from his own glass, lingering over the taste.
“You know,” he started, “wine isn’t just about the flavors. It’s about the memories, the experiences it brings back.”
I chuckled, feeling a bit more alive as the crimson liquid coursed through me. “And here I was, just excited for the little buzz it brings.”
His laughter enveloped me like a warm blanket.
The dim glow of the table lamps illuminated $name1’s porcelain skin, casting an ethereal quality upon her delicate features. She raised the glass to her lips once more, her hand trembling just slightly. Her heart beat in rapid succession, as if racing with the thrill of her forbidden thoughts, the wickedness that coursed through her veins like a drug. Her cheeks flushed, subtly betraying the depth of her emotions, the intensity of her growing arousal.
She tried to tell herself that she hadn’t imagined the tension between them these past few weeks: the lingering glances, the casual yet meaningful touches, the shared laughter now charged with a sexual voltage. Perhaps he felt it too, when they had locked eyes over dinner just last night, their conversation turning more and more provocative with each passing second.
Their knees brushed, and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. $name2’s eyes took on a glassy, far-off look as his thoughts visibly wandered to the gutter.
He set his glass down and leaned forward, his posture growing more predatory by the second.
“Damn it, $name1,” he breathed intimately, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…to take you in my arms,” he trailing off, giving her ample time to protest. Only, there was no protest, just wide-eyed confusion and subconscious anticipation.
His grip tightened on the armrests as he leaned in, closing the space between them.
$name2’s eyes traced the curve of her neck, the swell of her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, and her shapely, toned legs resting on the ottoman before him.
God help him, his fantasies had not done her justice. In the dimly lit living room, the dark locks of her hair cascaded around her shoulders like a raven waterfall, catching the light ever so slightly as they tangled with the smooth blush of her soft skin.
He watched, mesmerized, as she bit delicately on her lower lip, waiting for his next move.
$name2 fought unsuccessfully to resist the magnetic pull that she exuded. His instincts roared as he crossed the room, a hunt long since ended but reawakened with newfound fervor. He carefully placed his wine glass on the table before kneeling before her, drawing her attention to the gentle undulation of her breath against her chest.
His hands reached up, calloused and warm, cradling $name1’s face as he leaned in.
The kiss broke the tension.
$name1 let out a gasp as she felt $name2’s lips press against hers, a tantalizing invitation that sent a wave of desire coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their bodies melded together, the heat and chemistry between them threatening to consume them both.
$name2 pulled away long enough to whisper in her ear, “Take off your blouse.”
$name1 complied without hesitation, her nimble fingers undoing the tiny buttons that kept her top in place.
She let the fabric slide off her shoulders, trembling under his intense gaze as each inch of skin was bared to him. His warm breath tickled the sensitive flesh of her neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers over her body as he trailed kisses along her collarbone.
Her heartbeat thudded in her ears as she gave in to the heat rising within her. She leaned back into the welcoming embrace of the settee and arched her back, giving $name2 easier access to the aching peaks of her breasts encased in delicate lace.
His hot, wet mouth closed around one rigid nipple and sucked hard, the sharp pleasure lancing through her core.
Her legs parted, an unspoken invitation to venture higher, to touch her where she needed it the most. The straining buttons of his trousers whispered their relief as $name2 wrangled free of the constraints, the solid length of him springing free. $name1’s breath caught in her throat as the blunt head of his cock brushed against her slick entrance, and the room spun with anticipation.
$name2 hooked an arm beneath $name1’s thigh and guided himself home.
$name1 gripped the edge of the couch, biting onto her lower lip, suppressing a primal cry as his thickness filled her completely, stretching her wide. He groaned, relishing the intense pressure, and slowly began rocking his hips, creating a pleasurable friction that sent a quivering regret throughout her loins.
“Fuck, $name1, you feel amazing,” $name2 rasped through clenched teeth.
Bulletproof determination flowed through $name1 as she released her grip and wrapped her arms around $name2, pulling him deeper inside her.
$name1’s pussy wrapped around $name2’s cock, begging it to keep giving her pleasure.
He started relentlessly thrusting in and out, setting the rhythm. $name2’s groans of pleasure mixed with $name1’s labored breaths and soft moans.
The weight of his muscular body on top of hers awoke a primal feeling in $name1’s soul; she’d never felt so desired, so powerless, so in control all at once. The tension between them continued to build as their movements became faster, more passionate, the pleasure intensified.
$name1 and $name2’s kiss intensified, fueled by a long-suppressed hunger. She tasted the deep ruby of the wine on his lips, a bitter-sweet counterpoint to the growing warmth of her arousal. Her hands ventured upwards, her fingers entangled in his hair, tugging gently to encourage him closer. Her pulse raced in her ears, drowning out all but the sound of their heavy breathing and the reverberation of their clashing tongues, as they dueled for dominance.
$name1 whimpered, tugging impatiently at $name2’s hips, seeking that impossible depth, her desire coiled tight and ready to snap.
His lust-glazed eyes devoured her every curve, drinking in the sight of her unrestrained passion, before plunging his face into the valley between her heaving breasts. He sought out one turgid peak, laving his tongue over it in slow, languid circles that made her cry out.
$name2 took the offering with relish, sucking and tonguing $name1’s nipples until they darkened under his administrations and began to glisten with arousal.
“Yes, yes,” she panted, her breath hitching as she arched off the couch in time with his mouth’s determined assault.
It was unbearable; their mutual attraction finally unleashed after years of pent-up desire.
“Please, more,” $name1 begged, her breath hitching with each new wave of pleasure that threatened to envelope them both.
$name2 happily obliged her desires, his fingers teasing and kneading her soft flesh, tracing the gentle slope of her hip before coming to rest on the damp curls between her thighs. He traced the outer lips of her pussy, spreading them gently, and dipping his fingers into her wetness, his cock twitched at the discovery of how slick and ready for him she was.
He groaned, burying his head between her breasts as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
$name1’s back bowed, her breasts pressing further against $name2’s face. Her whole body tensed, straining towards something indescribable as the fire inside her roared to life once more. She hissed and moaned in satisfaction, her body thrumming and sparking with wild electricity. There would never be enough of this, of him.
Her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth with each movement; every thrust threatening to demolish the last of her sanity.
$name2 cursed softly under his breath as he felt her tighten around him, an all-too familiar vice gripping his balls as he neared the precipice.
$name1 released a cry—louder this time—clawing at his back, the sting on his skin electric and invigorating. Even now, as she thrashed wildly beneath him with each punishing stroke, she marveled at their forbidden union.
He had once been a father figure, standing in her absent father’s stead — a gentle support and a wise mentor. The thought of eroticizing that bond had initially filled her with a sense of wrongness, of betrayal. But she now understood that the unease she felt had stemmed from societal expectations and the reinforced idea of family propriety. Their carnal connection transcended such constructed boundaries, becoming a powerful reminder of the primal, unfiltered pleasure that existed deep within them both.
$name2 continued pounding her pussy.
The wet, raw sound of their fucking echoing through the room. Her moans and cries filled the room, stifled only by $name2’s hand covering her mouth. With each thrust, she felt her body on the verge of collapse, but still, she clung on to $name2, her nails digging into his back.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their intense kisses. Her dark eyes shimmered with arousal as they locked onto $name2’s. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his rhythm.
$name1’s eyes glinted with lust, her face buried in $name2’s neck as his name slipped from between her glossy lips. The way her hips danced against his hands, her fingers gripping the couch for dear life, confirmed that she was as close to climaxing as he was.
His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing firm, smooth globes that sent jolts of electricity flowing through his entire body.
$name1 let out a low moan, her head falling back against the couch. $name2 brought his hands up to cup her breasts again, his thumbs sweeping across the hard nubs, tugging, teasing.
“I want you so fucking bad, $name1….” His voice was raw, husky with desire. He leaned over her, one leg slipping forward between her thighs. The heel of his shoe rubbed against her pussy, sending shocks of pleasure pulsating through her body. She clawed at his shoulders, digging her nails into the muscle, arching her back.
$name1’s breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the mind-blowing wave of pleasure. The furnace that had been burning inside her soared to new heights, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. $name2 continued to thrust into her, his movements gradually slowing as he savored every second of their union.
“Oh, $name1,” $name2 moaned, his voice heavy with desire as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her towards him helplessly, his own orgasm threatening to rip through him at any moment.
$name2’s climax rolled over him like a tidal wave of primal pleasure, his fingers digging into her flesh as the moment of truth arrived. $name1 felt him fill her to the brim, his body shuddering with each pulse. They lay there intertwined, panting and spent, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden desires.
$name2 withdrew from her slowly, every inch an exquisite torment as her body desperately fought against the loss. $name1 bit back a pained cry and rested her heated forehead against his chest.
Her body shivered, a combination of cold sweats and lingering aftershocks, as $name2’s seed seeped from her still spasming core.
With languid strokes, he soothed the damp locks of her ebony hair, combing his fingers through the silk of it as if trying to imprint this illicit moment forever in his mind. $name1’s own hand wandered lower to caress the softness between her thighs, a self-conscious gesture as she took stock of her own physical state.
