Anything But
Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“And here you go.”

“That was quick. Did you get laid?”

“I almost didn’t.”

“Almost?”

“I went up to Caesar’s loft and got the stuff. We started talking and he flirted a bit but then he cut it off.”

“I can’t do anything,” he said, indicating our bodies. “I promised myself.”

“That’s cool.”

“So we talked some more and I could tell he was getting uncomfortable. So I told him goodbye, suggested that another time might be favorable and went down the long dark stairs from the loft to the back door.”

“Promised himself?”

“Who knows. Probably Sondra again. He didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”

“Probably for the best.”

“Just as I hit the crossbar on the theater back door, I heard him racing through the darkness. I took two steps outside and up the stairs when he smacked the door back open.”

“Wait,” he said. “Don’t go. I can’t be stupid. I would be so sorry.”

“So he led me to the room by the backdoor. There’s a bed in there.”

“The Swirl parties have been getting wilder lately.”

“I put my purse down and sat down on the bed and his cock was in my mouth, steel hard.”

“I love fucking you, Silver,” he said, full of sincerity. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

“I barely had my pants down when his dick pushed in. He fucked real slow, going on and on about how much he loved fucking me. I tried to maneuver into a position that would be a little bit comfortable but his fuck lust was so strong that he hardly moved, throbbing more than thrusting. When I finally worked us into a workable position, he fell apart, groaning and shivering and shaking and saying ‘fuck’ over and over again.”

“He likes you.”

“I left him there on the bed, condom on his cock. It was fun but rather unsatisfying.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.”