Easily Aroused ~ erotic fiction by an oversexed Englishman

Sensual erotica for discerning women

Easily Aroused ~ erotic fiction by an oversexed Englishman - Sensual erotica for discerning women

Sweet To Taste

She telephones him at work. He knows it’s her as the LCD panel on his phone displays their home number. He contemplates not answering, and then winces as he reaches out for the handset.

“What time will you be home tonight?” He can hear the tension behind her words. He’s been late home most nights for more than a month. After a week, he could see that it was trying her patience. After three weeks, she’d asked him if he was having an affair, braced him across the breakfast table on one of those rare occasions they’d managed to sat down to eat together.

He wasn’t cheating on her, though. He didn’t have the energy to think about being unfaithful, let alone perform the actual deed. He wasn’t even masturbating. No, his work is incessant, draining him for twelve or fourteen hours a day, a mere ten if he is fortunate. He can’t recall the last time he’s even thought about sex. Diana had tried inspiring his interest, on both sides of her breakfast fidelity challenge, but his responses had been perfunctory at best, and Diana had fortunately had the good taste not to press the matter and humiliate them both.

He checks his wristwatch. “I’ll be home for seven.”

“You promised that last night.”

He closes his eyes. “I know I did. I really will be home for seven tonight, though.”

There’s a heavy silence. “You’d better be. I’m going to a lot of trouble for dinner.”

“I’ll be there on time. I promise.”

“I hope so.”

“Love you.” She doesn’t return the sentiment. Instead, he only hears the click as she replaces the handset on the cradle.

He closes his eyes again and sighs.


* * * * * * *


The drive home is better than usual. The road flirts with gridlock, but the traffic keeps moving. He finds that perpetual motion, even when it’s little more than a crawl, is far less exhausting than the stop-start alternative. When he pulls onto the driveway, it’s five after seven, and he still has a residual amount of bounce in his gait as he approaches the front door. He considers that a victory.

“I’m home,” he calls from the hallway. He drops his briefcase on the floor and hangs his jacket from the tall coat stand. He listens for the telltale sounds of pots and plates from the kitchen. There’s no aroma of food cooking either.


“In here.” Her voice comes from the dining room. He begins to loosen his tie as he walks to the door. It swings open silently on its brass hinges. He stares, his fingers still locked about the knot.

“Hello, darling,” Diana says.

She’s lying on her back across the dining table. She’s dressed in black lingerie: brassiere, panties, sheer nylon stockings with wide bands of lace at the top. The soles of her black stiletto heels are pressed down against the polished wood. He sees that the brassieres cups aren’t full, that they’re only demi cups, and that much of her breasts are therefore revealed to his gaze. Her perfectly round nipples are a deep pink, their peaks already drawn upwards by excitement.

Diana turns her head to look at him. Her eyes glitter.

“I’m dinner tonight,” she breathes. “So don’t let me get cold before you start feasting.”

He realises that he has an erection, the first genuine hard-on he’s had in weeks. He walks quickly to the foot of the table, so that he’s looking up the length of her body. She looks back at him, her gaze relentless, demanding, imploring.

He watches her as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She presses down with her feet to assist him, and he draws the flimsy material down her legs, slowly but irresistibly. He sees that her mound is completely hairless, that it has been waxed bare. The soft, plump skin gleams with moisturiser. Now he hooks his fingers around her calves and draws her across the highly polished wood, until her bottom is at the edge of the table. He squats down on his haunches, and as he does so, his gaze transfers from her face to her naked sex. Her labia are already parting with her desire, the normally shy inner folds presenting themselves to be sampled.

He kisses the inside of her calves, first one, then the other, enjoying the static bristle of the nylon against his face. He works his way upwards, past her knees, onto her inner thighs. He can feel her trembling already. He kisses a path across the lacy bands and onto the warmth of her bare thighs. He runs his hands up and down the slender limbs as he kisses higher, higher. He can smell the musk of her excitement now, and it makes his cock even harder.

As he reaches her sex, he looks up her body and sees her watching him intently.

“Oh, please!” she whispers. “Please, please, please!”

His tongue lashes out, dragging a lecherous path across her swollen labia, along her cleft, already moistened by her lust. Diana gasps and her head falls back, hitting the table with a dull thud. Overcome with greed for the viscous taste of her desire, he slips his hands beneath her naked buttocks, cradling her like a bowl as he presses his tongue as deeply inside her as he possibly can. He can’t remember ever wishing before that his tongue were longer and wider.

He withdraws, his tongue assailing her full clitoris as he slips two fingers inside her, curling them against the front wall of her cunt until he finds the raised knurl that nestles there. The tip of his tongue flickers against her clit as he fingers her, and when she comes, her buries his tongue inside her once more so that he can feel the velvet walls quivering. She has barely begun to recover when he starts to lick her again. He knows that her clitoris can be hypersensitive for a few minutes after she orgasms, yet he attacks her with an intensity that borders on the sadistic. She reaches for his head, tries to entwine her fingers in his hair and pull his mouth away from her, but he seizes her wrists, grips them hard and forces them down on to the varnished tabletop. He holds her there, helpless, and then he licks her and licks her until she writhes and screams with a pleasure that is overwhelming.

Quickly, his mouth and his chin shining with her lust, he gets to his feet and begins to undress. He is naked in no time. He moves back between her thighs and brings the swollen, burnished head of his cock against her sex. He half-expects to hear his flesh sizzle against her copious moistness.

“Fuck me,” she groans.

He thrusts his way inside her, his usual desire to be subtle and teasing with his entry forsaken. He is desperate to be engulfed by her, to feel his cock cosseted within her oiled silk, to be sheathed by her ephemeral strength. He fucks her with a passionate fury he hasn’t felt in an age, even though he knows that this pace means that it will be over in minutes. The knowledge of her two orgasms comforts him.

He reaches down for her ankles, raises her legs high so that they rest against his shoulders. Then he reaches for her full arse once more, cradling it as he thrusts into her wetness, watching her breasts bounce deliciously within their semi-cradles, watching her glittering eyes, the tension and the resentment washed away by her bliss.

“Let me feel you,” she cries out.

He spills himself into the eye of her climax, hot and fervent and guiltless. Then, even as they’re still both trembling from their orgasms, he slips out of her, picks her up from the table and carries her through to the sitting room. He gently lays her on the thick rug in front of the fireplace and then stretches out beside her.

“How was dinner?” she asks rather breathlessly.

“Delicious.” He looks into her eyes. “But if you have any, I think I could manage seconds.”

She strokes his face and smiles wantonly. “Don’t eat too much of the main, darling. I want you to leave some room for your dessert.”


My thanks to the lovely Dara for her most generous indulgence….


Category: Erotic Fiction
  • DaringDame says:

    My thanks to you, EA, for your always delicious & inspirational writing…You’ll understand if this is now my favorite of yours ;D

    May 21, 2010 at 2:22 am
    • EA says:

      Absolutely, Dara. And my thanks to you for the generous inspiration…

      May 21, 2010 at 1:25 pm
  • veesaucy says:

    Yum. The taste of my breakfast paled in comparison. Thank you.

    May 21, 2010 at 2:01 pm
    • EA says:

      I’m pleased to have been found so appetizing, VS…

      May 21, 2010 at 7:10 pm
  • ladyinparis says:

    Love seconds and thirds 😉

    May 21, 2010 at 3:52 pm
    • EA says:

      As do I, Lady. As do I…

      May 21, 2010 at 7:10 pm
      • ladyinparis says:

        Then I like my dessert.

        May 22, 2010 at 2:09 pm
        • EA says:

          Now you’re just taking advantage of me because you know how much I enjoy greedy women…

          May 22, 2010 at 5:33 pm
        • ladyinparis says:

          Aren’t we all attracted to greedy people????

          Any time.

          May 26, 2010 at 11:07 pm
  • Lady Dragonfly says:

    Oh, this is marvelous. I say this thinking of the best things we have as human beings, the luxuries that are so easy to forsake in the name of production, in the workaday world. The gift to remind ourselves of lust is life-affirming.

    May 21, 2010 at 11:28 pm
    • EA says:

      There’s definitely not enough rose sniffing going on, Lady D….

      May 22, 2010 at 5:31 pm
  • Vesper says:

    I love the photo… though I’ve got to admit I’ve been feeling some of his initial exhaustion. Thanks for the reprieve 😉

    May 22, 2010 at 4:16 am
    • EA says:

      Happy to provide an energy boost, Vesper. On the back of this, I may try to source some sponsorship from Red Bull. Of course, credit for the photography goes to Dara, so I may have to split any advance I get. Perhaps she’ll accept payment in kind so I can keep saving for that DBS…

      May 22, 2010 at 5:32 pm
  • Casey says:

    Love it. Makes monogamy look so sexy :p

    Question for you – and yes I am a novice – what does the term HNT & HHNT stand for? Have ‘googled’ it with no avail. Appreciation and utter literary devotion as usual

    May 22, 2010 at 4:25 pm
    • EA says:

      It’s not all about illicit affairs here, you know Casey. It’s mostly about illicit affairs, but not entirely. 😉

      As to the mystery of ‘HNT’ … it stands for Half Naked Thursday (HHNT is simply a greeting that’s sometimes exchanged by participants – “Happy Half-Naked Thursday!”) Go here and all should become much clearer…

      May 22, 2010 at 5:37 pm
  • Cheeky Minx says:

    This is perfect menu for an antipodean with a notoriously sweet tooth, EA. Such deliciousness will surely require another visit to your table…

    (And the luscious Dara and her photograph are clearly inspiration indeed!)

    May 23, 2010 at 2:36 am
    • EA says:

      You’re welcome at my table any time, Minx. And if there’s anything I can do to satisfy your cravings for sweet things…

      May 24, 2010 at 3:19 pm
      • Cheeky Minx says:

        Mmmm, “anything”? Well, now that you mention it…

        May 26, 2010 at 12:20 pm
        • EA says:

          You should know by now that I’m a committed proponent of strong Anglo-Australian relations, Minx. So if you’d like to email me whatever your desire is…

          May 26, 2010 at 6:01 pm
  • nell says:

    Oh, my. That is quite the inspiring post, sir! This makes me want to come up with my own full-course meal…

    May 24, 2010 at 1:51 am
    • EA says:

      It’ll be interesting to see what you plan to serve, Nell…

      May 24, 2010 at 3:19 pm
  • southerngirl says:

    I can certainly see the inspiration here EA, lovely indeed!

    May 25, 2010 at 1:45 pm
    • EA says:

      The credit for the inspiration is definitely all Dara’s, SG…

      May 26, 2010 at 6:01 pm
  • Charlotte says:

    One of my favorites EA … I might use this tonight;)


    May 27, 2010 at 12:35 pm
    • EA says:

      Then I hope dinner turns out to be to your taste , Charlotte…

      May 27, 2010 at 7:16 pm
  • Ana says:

    Oh my fucking God. You have no idea how wet I am after reading this. I can only say «thank you!». I wish I could write like that! Really really good!

    May 30, 2010 at 10:38 pm
    • EA says:

      You’re very welcome, Ana – and thank you for the lovely compliments

      (BTW, I think I have a sneaking idea of how wet you are, given the fervency of your comment… 😉 )

      June 1, 2010 at 6:40 pm


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  • Melissa says:

    I love your story very much! Gosh, you are great! Love it! Love it! Love it!

    June 22, 2010 at 9:36 am
    • EA says:

      It’s lovely of you to say so, Melissa – thank you and welcome…

      June 23, 2010 at 5:34 pm
  • T says:

    Awesome. Totally adding you to my blog roll!

    June 23, 2010 at 5:10 pm
    • EA says:

      I’m flattered you liked the writing that much, T. Thank you, and welcome…

      June 23, 2010 at 5:35 pm
  • Laura says:

    I found your site while visiting a neighboring blog. I very much so enjoy your writing. Thank you!

    July 6, 2010 at 1:53 am
    • EA says:

      Thank you for saying so, Laura. And welcome….

      July 11, 2010 at 1:36 pm


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