Erotica (the collected works of Amelie)

by Amelie

  It wasn’t until she pictured Craig’s father that she finally climaxed. The thought of his handsome face above hers and his Italian voice muttering sweet nothings to her all the while was too much for her to bear. That and Craig’s nimble fingers on her clit.

  Skye skipped to work the next day and the day after that.

  Each time she appeared, Mario would admire her and would tell her just how beautiful she looked.

  He noticed everything – the way she wore her hair, the colour of her nails, the length of her skirt, the tone of her lipstick and the pattern on her stockings and she loved the way he paid attention. It drove her crazy.

  Christmas Eve felt different.

  Mario wasn’t his usual cool, collected self. He couldn’t sit still and kept looking at the clock like he had something important ahead of him. It was as if he’d become a child waiting for Father Christmas to arrive.

  Skye hadn’t helped him focus either. She’d chosen to wear fishnet stockings and her shortest skirt for the occasion. Her top was tight fitting and tiny rips in the fabric revealed tantalising patches of skin. She’d gelled her hair into tiny spikes and wore her favourite black lipstick.

  The shop was doing great business and the bell on the door hardly stopped ringing as people dashed in and out for the late stocking-filler, which was why it didn’t make sense to Skye that he went to the door at midday and turned the sign in the window to Closed. He pulled down the shutters and turned the key then turned around slowly.

  “Come with me, I have a present for you.”

  Skye took his hand as he went through into the stock room and then up the stairs into the house above.

  “Shouldn’t we be open?” she asked. “We were making a mint.”

  “Some things are more important than money,” was all he said and he led her to the sofa in the living room.

  Skye sat down and looked at the present on the coffee table. It was beautifully wrapped in silver paper with delicate bows on the top.

  “Open it while I get the champagne.”

  Mario went into the kitchen and then reappeared with a bottle and two glasses.

  While he popped the cork and filled the glasses, Skye watched the foam spill out on to the table and felt a little dizzy at the thought of all the bubbles.

  She looked at the gift before her and found herself unable to pick it up. It was so perfect the way it was that unwrapping it could only spoil the moment.

  “Happy Christmas,” Mario said and passed over a one of the glasses. “Cheers.”

  They both drank quickly and emptied their glasses.

  Mario refilled them and Skye picked up the package and slipped a long, shiny fingernail under the wrapping and sliced the tape with ease.

  Inside the parcel was a black box.

  She took off the lid and was greeted with a cloud of tissue paper.

  When she took out the tissue she found Love Heart sweets filling the bottom.

  “They’re personal,” Mario said, “and your wish is my command.”

  Skye picked one up. ‘Screw me’ it said. Another. ‘Lick me’.

  A shiver ran down her spine and she felt the shudder of fear and excitement in her heart.

  There were others. ‘Bite me’; ‘Whip me’; ‘Anal’; ‘Head; ‘Feathers’; ‘Role Play’.

  Skye dropped her head into her hands and began to weep, tiny sobs escaping into the room.

  Mario sat down clumsily beside her and put his arm around her shoulders.

  “Darling, I’m so sorry. I thought you wanted it, too. How foolish I am. A foolish, lonely, old man. Please forgive me.”

  When Skye looked up, her nose was running and her black make-up had run to form tiny spider’s webs over her cheeks. She looked up, saw the concern on Mario’s face and laughed. She leaned forward, hugged him and pulled back.

  “It’s the nicest present I’ve ever had,” she told him.

  She reached forwards and put her arms around his neck, leaned in and put her lips onto his.

  Their kiss was tender and gentle and when their tongues me, it was as if two serpents were dancing with joy.

  The bubbles of the champagne worked themselves into Skye’s head, her thoughts fizzing with excitement.

  After a minute she pulled away and looked into the box. Her finger rooted around for a while until she found the one she wanted.

  “My wish.” She picked up one of the sweets and handed it over.

  “Tie me,” Mario read. “An excellent choice. Would Madame care to follow me to the bedroom?”

  Madame was all too happy to do so.

  She lay on the bed and let Mario unlace her boots. He took his time about it, stroking her thigh every so often and kissing her knees.

  Once they were off, she slipped back onto the bed and put her hands over her head, assuming the position.

  Mario took a handful of liquorice laces and cola whips from the drawer in the bedside cabinet, then took Skye’s hands firmly and placed them onto the top bar of the metal frame of the headboard.

  With great skill, he wound the whips around her wrists and had them tied together within moments.

  Next he moved down to her legs, which he parted with ease. Taking her by the ankles, he twisted the liquorice around them and tied them, one each, to the corner posts and the foot of the bed.

  Skye felt the pulse in her temple throb and the pace of her breathing increase as he worked. She licked away the beads of sweat that were forming on her top lip and enjoyed their salty tang.

  The last thing she saw of the event was Mario approaching with the blindfold. He put it gently over her head and eyes and then whispered something Italian into her ear. Skye had no idea what he’d said, but it seemed to raise the room temperature by a couple of degrees.

  There was silence for a moment as Mario went over to his CD player. He pressed play and waited for Rodriguez to sing. Sugerman. It was the perfect song for the act of seduction.

  Mario peeled Skye’s top until it rested just above her spiked hair, in the process revealing tiny breasts with nipples that were perfectly round. He noticed the lipstick she’d put there. Maybe she been expecting something like this, he thought. The deep red reminded him of cherries on the trees back home and he bend down to lick and bite and tease them into his mouth. Skye sucked in a huge breath and arched her back and Mario backed away.

  There were more treats in the bedside cabinet.

  A sherbet dib-dab came out first.

  Mario opened the pack and sprinkled the sherbet in a line going straight from Skye’s belly button to her throat, then piled the remainder on top of her nipples.

  Next came an Irn Bru cream which he fed to her teasingly. Skye’s tongue reached for the sugar a licked it in the way she hoped Mario might soon be doing to her cunt.

  With a pair of scissors, Mario set about removing Skye’s lace panties.

  When Skye heard the snips, she almost cried out for him to stop. These were her favourite knickers. She’d worn them especially, just in case. What the hell did he think he was doing?

  She stifled the cry and instead only managed a gasp of pleasure. She’d never given herself up so totally before and it felt completely liberating.

  With the panties removed, Mario was free to do what he wanted.

  He touched her clit for a moment and watched her arch. Slipping his finger down, he stroked her labia then pushed his fingers in. First one, then two and a third. Widening the gap between his fingers and flexing them drove her crazy – she imagined a wild creature inside her and allowed herself to find pleasure with every move.

  When she was good and wet, Mario parted the lips of her pussy and sprinkled it with popping candy.

  Tiny crackles filled the air and Skye loved each explosion, feeling as though she was being taken by a force of nature. The warm tingles spread though her body and she smiled at how ridiculously good things felt. Why the hell had she never tried it on herself? It was amazing.

  From the cupboard came a su
gar dummy and a bottle of golden syrup.

  The dummy he put down for a while as he got on with spreading the syrup around on Skye’s body, as if inspired by Pollock. He swirled it over her breasts, onto her lips, across her hips and down to her anus.

  After he put the bottle down, he took his index finger and traced the rim of her anus and worked the sticky moisture inside the muscle. When he seemed happy, he took the sugar dummy and pushed it in. At first he was slow. Skye felt a flash of pain and a wave of doubt took over her. The next sensation was altogether different, though, and the doubt was washed away with a tide of pleasure that passed straight from her ass to her brain.

  “My God,” she cried. “Yes please. Yes please.”

  Mario kept the dummy moving with his left hand.

  With his right, he took the lolly from the dib-dab and circled the strawberry candy around her clit. It drove Skye wild.

  “Fuck,” was all she could say, and when the lolly entered her pussy and pushed up she could only manage, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  The pleasure was intense. She wanted to see what was going on and tried to roll the blindfold away from her eyes, but she couldn’t get enough of a grip between her head and her arm and had to give up. Somehow it only made things feel more special. She felt the nerves in her clit burn with joy at every touch.

  Mario took the lolly out and rolled it along the sherbet trail he’d put there earlier.

  When it was covered in powder, he took it to Skye’s mouth and gave her a good lick. It tasted divine, of sugar and strawberry and sex.

  He kept going until the lolly had almost gone.

  The dummy stopped working in her ass.

  Mario stood and undressed.

  This was what Skye really wanted to see, but she was limited to her imagination. The wiry hair of his chest. The strong muscles of his stomach. The huge, erect cock reaching out for her and needing to penetrate her right then and there.

  Mario took a condom packet to his mouth and tore the foil wrapper with his teeth.

  He removed the sheath and rolled it gently over his penis. It was hard and ready.

  Taking his time to find his position, he straddled Skye and lowered his cock to her mouth.

  She flicked her tongue at it as soon as she knew he was there. Licked it with thrusts like a snake tasting the air. Tasted the rubber and the chocolate of the condom and felt like melting.

  She licked until he dropped lower and inserted his bell end into her mouth. As he rocked to and fro she sucked for all she was worth, concentrating her lips on the tiny, sensitive bumps to give maximum pleasure.

  Instead of bursting into her mouth, Mario took himself out and moved lower. He slipped himself into her pussy and began.

  It was a move she’d read about. Ten tiny thrusts and one deep. Nine tiny, one deep. Eight tiny, one deep and so on. All the things she’d heard were bang on. He was into his third sequence when she came for the first time. It was like no orgasm she’d had before. It took over her whole body and for a moment or two, her mind shut down completely. She imagined herself leaving her body and looking at herself being fucked, seeing the tightness of Mario’s ass and the muscle tone of his shoulders. It made her want to return to her body so that she could shudder again.

  Once her orgasm subsided, Mario seemed to forget himself.

  There was no more controlled entry, just a rampant surge of energy. He worked her hard and fast until finally he was almost there.

  “Cum with me now,” he said, ripping off the blindfold and revealing her beautiful eyes.

  They looked at each other. Shared something of themselves and then came at the same time like some kind of synchronised machine.

  Mario rolled off and collapsed into the pillow.

  The pair lay breathing heavily, their fingers laced together tightly with neither of them wanting to let go.

  It was only when they became still that Skye began to feel uneasy.

  What the hell was she going to do?

  She couldn’t possibly finish with Craig. Not after all he’d done for her.

  And she couldn’t bear the idea of missing out on such great sex with his father either.

  Not to mention the prospect of sharing tomorrow’s Christmas dinner with the two horniest men she’d ever met.

  At least she wouldn’t have to face a turkey. Being vegetarian had its blessings and she was sure she’d had enough of a stuffing already to make up for what her men might be missing.

  It was the fear of not enjoying sex like she’d just had that scared her most of all. The panic rose to the surface and seemed to grab hold of her insides.

  Just then, Mario stirred. He reached over and kissed her nipples, licking off some of the syrup.

  He moved up to her lips and took the sweetness from them.

  He let his tongue tickle her arms as he moved on up to the laces and began to nibble them and set her free.

  Skye immediately relaxed.

  She looked at the cock that was in front of her face, brown like the rest of his leathered skin and hardening with every moment.

  She remembered the box full of promises that she’d been given for Christmas. It had at least another twenty in there. Maybe it wasn’t something she’d have to be worrying about after all.

  She let Mario chew away at her bonds as she stretched her mouth over and took his cock.

  This time she tasted no sugar. This time all she tasted was man.

  the end

  and the beginning ;)

  Love Games

  for the way things have been

  Last night was amazing. It was as if I’d finally graduated from the school of love. Just the thought of it makes me gasp as I lie here in the bed among the stains, the ropes and the horny scents. My room’s never been such a clutter, letters spread all over the floor and my clothes crumpled into uneven piles, yet I’ve never felt so incredibly satisfied. It’s as if I’ve finally graduated from the school of love. God, if this were tennis, this morning is game set and match.

  I remember the first games of love.

  They were cute. Innocent. Fun. Running around the playground in our summer dresses being chased by boys, none of us more than 5 years old. I can’t remember the rules exactly. The boys would chase us and we’d try to get away. When they couldn’t catch us and started to give up, we’d run closer and taunt them. “Hah, you can’t catch me,” and they’d come after us with renewed energy.

  When they did get us, they’d drag us to a place. Sometimes it was the picnic bench and others the wall. When we got there, they’d let go to chase someone else and we’d wait to be saved by other girls in the game.

  We played that on every playtime for weeks in the summer term. They were such happy times.

  By the next year, we’d moved on. Kiss chase was the new black. I can’t remember much about the rules of that either. Everything was the same as the game we played when we were 5, except now we were 6 the boys kissed us when they caught us or we kissed them when it was our turn on catch. Course, we all pretended to hate being kissed and doing the kissing, but that was just part of the game. If we’d pretended it was nice to be close to boys, I don’t suppose it would have been much fun for any of us.

  When we were 7, I think we went our separate ways for a while. Instead of playing with the boys we’d tease them. Handstands against the wall and showing our knickers was about as far as we went and if any boy came near or said anything they’d be chased off by a pack of us who snarled and spat at them like vixens.

  The next stage I missed out on. ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ went on in the darker corners of building and, when we were allowed to play on the grass, in the bushes at the end of the field. I never went near that one. I remember wanting to, especially when David Bath went into the bushes with Emily Steele, but I didn’t have the guts. Mum would have killed me for even thinking about going and she seemed to inhabit me even when we were apart, existing as my conscience for many years to come.
r />   That conscience stayed with me through my teens. I would have led a sheltered life if it hadn’t been for alcohol. I found that a drink or two seemed to blind the angel on my shoulder and let me get away with one or two things. The best thing about the booze was that when we’d finished we could spin the bottle.

  First time we ever did it, there were 4 boys and 4 girls. We sat in a circle and promised faithfully we’d kiss whoever the bottle pointed at.

  David Bath was there. So was Emily Steele.

  David took the first spin and it sped off like it might go into orbit. Then it slowed and bumped and I willed the bottle to point to me as hard as I could, until the pressure behind my eyes made my head hurt. The bottle didn’t pay me any attention and came to rest pointing at a girl called Gloria.

  The two of them got close as the rest of them wolf-whistled and cheered. David and Gloria started nervously, but before long they had their tongues in each other’s mouths. They span their tongues way too fast, but we didn’t know any better. It seemed to go on for an age, but they finally stopped when they needed to get some air.

  David winked at Gloria and Gloria blushed. After that the two of them became an item. I heard a lot later that David was killed in Afghan and Gloria runs a flower shop somewhere.

  Whatever.

  The bottle missed me every time and the only kiss I was going to get would come from my own spin of the bottle.

  I closed my eyes before I did it and made a wish. Even if David had snogged the lips of Gloria, I reckoned that if I got the last laugh, it would also be the longest.

  When I span, the bottle just bumbled and bobbled on the stones. It barely made 2 turns before stopping. And it pointed at Lynne Jones.

  Lynne bloody Jones.

  How unfair was that?

  Six months earlier it might have been OK, but since her acne had taken over her face and her poor eyesight had been remedied by spectacles, she was the ugliest girl in our crowd.