Easily Aroused ~ erotic fiction by an oversexed Englishman

Sensual erotica written for discerning women

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

Qu’est-ce que c’est

Bound and WantonWhat will I do with you?

That’s the question on your lips, isn’t it? The question that you want an answer to most urgently?

As you wish.
 


 
First, I’ll tell you to undress. Not ask. Tell.

As you begin to disrobe, I’ll be sitting across the room from you, my suit jacket hanging over the back of my chair, my tie loosened, the top button of my shirt undone. I may be sipping a drink, whisky or bourbon, so that you can taste it on my kisses later. I’ll observe you wordlessly, raptly, my steady gaze recording every movement that you make. I’ll watch your hands as they attend to the fastenings of your outfit, as they peel each item of clothing away from your lithe body. I’ll study the way you stand as you gradually reveal yourself (will you maintain your poise with consummate ease? Or will I see the shivers of excitement, the tremors of expectation, coursing over you?) And I’ll scrutinise your face, your cool, liquid eyes, for every flicker of emotion, for every expression – conscious or otherwise – of your desire.

I’m torn between wanting to see you utterly naked, and leaving you adorned in your stockings. You were born to wear them, you know, with those long, slender legs. If I turn down the music I’m listening to right now – Enigma, Smell of Desire – I can hear the electric crackle as you cross your legs, as your thighs brush together, as I run my palms from your ankles to the warm, soft expanse of creamy, naked flesh that waits for me beyond the nylon.

I’ve decided. Keep the stockings on. And your boots.

I’ll tell you to lie face down upon the very centre of the bed. I’ll get up from my seat and stand before you. I’ll reach into my pocket, take out the pair of stockings I’ve brought with me, and tell you to hold your hands out to me. If there’s a bedstead, I’ll bind your wrists to the frame separately, as far apart as is comfortable. If the bed’s a divan, then I’ll bind your wrists together with a single stocking and use the other to secure your bonds to the nearest, immovable object.

That will be the moment for me to begin removing my own clothes. I’ll strip unhurriedly, right before you; close enough for you to sense the warmth of my body, to smell the scent of my cologne, the muskiness of my semi-hard cock. I don’t plan on touching you, not yet. There’s no need for me to take steps to tease you. Being bound and naked while I undress before your eyes, only able to wait and anticipate what’s to come, knowing that it’ll be on my time scale, not yours … that will be all the teasing you’ll require.

When I move away, it’ll be to walk along the side of the bed, my eyes drinking in your naked glory, gleaming like pale fire in the softly lit room. Perhaps it will only be seconds, or maybe it will be minutes, before I speak to you again, when I say, “Lift your hips for me.” And when you’ve complied, I’ll slip one pillow beneath your loins, then a second, to raise your arse tantalisingly, invitingly.

Now I’ll get onto the bed behind you, pressing your legs far enough apart that I can kneel comfortably between them. Can you imagine what I’ll see when I regard you, the glory of the vista that will be before me? For how long do you think I’ll simply kneel there, indulging my voyeur’s gaze?

How long will you want me to look?

Only when my eyes are finally satiated will I reach out for you; unhurriedly running my palms over the smooth tautness of your buttocks, sliding them down the backs of your legs, drawing them inward to discover the soft, vulnerable flesh of your inner thighs. I’ll allow the flats of my fingers to rest against the pout of your vulva, delighting in its exquisite softness, its seductive cleft, its damp, pulsing fire. With a single fingertip, I’ll slowly trace the puckered rosebud that calls to me like some taboo siren, again and again.

Eventually, my body will draw still closer, as I lean forward to press my lips against you. I’ll kiss my way across every millimetre of naked skin before me: your behind, your thighs, your calves, the soles of your feet, your toes. Once I’ve descended, I’ll reverse my path, working my way back to your core, and you’ll feel my hands on your cheeks once again, feel me easing them apart, opening you to my lustful gaze, to my licentious wants. For an aeon, my warm breath will caress the lips of your sex, making your body stiffen over and over with delicious expectation; and then finally, finally, I’ll kiss you there, the very centre of your sex: just the once, delicately, with a chasteness that seems a little ridiculous to us both. My nose will press against you as I luxuriate in the fragrance of your desire, drawing it as deep inside my lungs as I can, and my tongue will sweep across you, sketching the boundaries of your sex, exploring its seductive softness whilst testing your ability to remain still, to surrender to experience, to endure pleasure.

I want you to come that way: on your knees, with your hands helpless and my hands clutching at the fullness of your arse; my tongue alternating between plunging into the depths your salty-sweetness and dancing across your thrumming clit. And when your climax comes, I want you to cry out; I don’t care if you scream or curse or invoke the name of your deity. But I want you to tell me what’s happening to you. I want you to say:

“I’m coming!”

Say it for me. Speak the words and stir my soul. Thrill me with the articulation of your bliss.

I swear, those words will barely have escaped your lips when my glans presses into the white heat of your vestibule, when the length of my hard cock cleaves the oiled silk of your cunt. I’m sorry, but I have no plans to prolong our fucking, not this time. That’s for later, when you welcome me between your parted thighs and take me deep inside you; your mouth tender against my own, your arms about my shoulders and your calves entwined around my thighs as I thrust long and slow and gentle. No, now is for me; the chance to exhaust my selfish needs, to spend my pent-up lust deep inside you, my alluring allumeuse; my fiery femme fatale.

My strong hands gripping your waist, I’ll piston my flesh into yours; I’ll take you, mark you as mine, if only for a few secret hours. I want to leave the imprint of my passion inside you, delineated upon the sacredness of your cunt, where only you and I will know of its existence; where only you will feel it linger tenderly.

And when it’s my turn to climax … will you permit me to come inside you? Will you want to feel my seed erupt within you, drenching the vermilion of your velvet flesh? Or would you prefer to surrender that choice, to leave it to impulse, to the caprice of lust?

Whatever. I’ve answered your question now, told you what you wanted to know.

Is that enough for you? Have my words quenched your curiosity? Or have they served only to enflame it?

Category: BDSM, Erotic Fiction
  • wrenna says:

    You’ve done it again… my body alive with eroticism, it’s all I can do to whisper, “more.”

    December 21, 2012 at 7:14 pm
    • EA says:

      I’m pleased. But don’t whisper – say it louder….

      December 22, 2012 at 6:43 pm
  • Cammies on the floor says:

    Incredibly seductive. And so torturous to be tied and watching a lover undress, to feel their heat, and not able to move towards or hurry.

    December 21, 2012 at 11:14 pm
    • EA says:

      Absolutely. The exquisiteness of being bound….

      December 22, 2012 at 6:49 pm
  • lunderstand says:

    As you! wish…. (whispers).. “I am coming..”

    December 22, 2012 at 6:00 am
    • EA says:

      Don’t whisper it….

      December 22, 2012 at 6:49 pm
  • Cheeky Minx says:

    Your each and every word invariably inflames this desire, so much so my waist, my hips now long for that grip, my body craves your breathtaking urgency, your deep, perfecting lust…

    December 22, 2012 at 8:40 am
    • EA says:

      Inflaming your desire to that degree was always my intent, Minx….

      December 22, 2012 at 6:54 pm
  • Marian Green says:

    Oh goodness. This is my first time here… and won’t be my last for sure!

    December 22, 2012 at 4:54 pm
    • EA says:

      Welcome Marian – I’m pleased your first visit here hasn’t been a disappointment….

      December 22, 2012 at 6:55 pm
  • Twisted Angel says:

    Definitely not a newbie in the erotic world but new to your page. I found you on the top sex bloggers list and am in love. This is the kind of description I love, the edge of my seat, inhale because you are certain that you can smell the sex in the air. Perfection.

    December 29, 2012 at 8:59 pm
    • EA says:

      It’s lovely of you to say so, Twisted Angel – thank you, and welcome….

      January 18, 2013 at 2:09 pm
  • !spark! says:

    “Now I’ll get onto the bed behind you, pressing your legs far enough apart that I can kneel comfortably between them. Can you imagine what I’ll see when I regard you……….

    No, I don’t have that image in my inventory. I only ‘know’ it as felt-body sensations… a swollen aching arching hunger.
    mmmmmmmmmm

    December 31, 2012 at 4:34 am
    • EA says:

      I’m glad that I was able to stir the memory of such pleasurable sensations for you, Spark….

      January 18, 2013 at 2:10 pm
  • Elyse says:

    Hello EA – I’ve been absent for awhile due to real life interruptions but I’m so pleased to have visited you tonight. THIS is what I need…. Thank you for giving it to me so perfectly…. I adore your writing.

    Elyse

    January 8, 2013 at 4:33 am
    • EA says:

      My pleasure, Elyse – and thank you….

      January 18, 2013 at 2:11 pm
  • The Lusty Chick says:

    You are a FANTASTIC erotic writer. LOVE it!

    January 28, 2013 at 1:25 pm
    • EA says:

      It’s lovely of you to say so, ma’am – thank you….

      February 12, 2013 at 4:55 pm
  • nilla says:

    well, my gods that was tantalizing and naughty and enticing…I’m here in the middle of a snowstorm, so hot I could clear the drive by stepping outside…

    Excellent.

    Utterly erotic.

    nilla

    February 9, 2013 at 3:47 am
    • EA says:

      Thank you, Nilla, for the lovely feedback and for the idea you’ve given me – to put some of my books on sale next to the snow shovel display….

      February 12, 2013 at 4:57 pm
  • Sam Weston says:

    Your writing style is one of a kind and a skill that is very hard to attain. This too is my first time to this blog and I can’t wait to read more!

    Sam

    February 22, 2013 at 4:29 am
    • EA says:

      Thank you, Sam….

      May 1, 2013 at 2:18 pm
  • ColorChip says:

    Oh my, I love the way you think and write.

    March 10, 2013 at 11:27 am
    • EA says:

      It’s lovely of you to say so CC – thank you….

      May 1, 2013 at 2:19 pm
  • MissX says:

    WOW! You’ve just turned me on!

    April 2, 2013 at 3:41 am
    • EA says:

      That was the aim, MissX….

      May 1, 2013 at 2:20 pm
  • Sophia says:

    Mmmm just up my street! Simply delicious!

    April 2, 2013 at 3:55 pm
    • EA says:

      I’m glad you found it to your taste, Sophia….

      May 1, 2013 at 2:20 pm
  • nieves says:

    Very erotic and sensual. Well written and with elegance.

    April 30, 2013 at 1:51 pm
    • EA says:

      Thank you for the lovely compliements, Nieves….

      May 1, 2013 at 2:26 pm
  • LT says:

    Wow – my first visit…you’ve really turned me on…more please xx

    August 3, 2013 at 4:57 pm
    • EA says:

      I’ll do my best to oblige, LT….

      August 5, 2013 at 2:36 pm
  • colorchip says:

    This is my favorite. Read it often. Do men like this exist for real?

    Hope your books will soon be on amazon.com downloadable to a kindle.

    August 17, 2013 at 2:41 pm
    • EA says:

      It’s rare for someone to comment again on a piece of mine that’s become a favourite, so thank you, CC. As to the question of whether there are men like the one in this story in the real world – all I can say is that I know of one for certain….

      August 19, 2013 at 6:09 pm

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