The Razor's Edge

This is my very first erotic story that I posted on Twitter this evening. Big thanks to those who witnessed my cherry being popped and to my muse for inspiring it all.  If you’d like to read more, join me every Sunday evening at Midnight EST / 9 PM PST (That’s Sunday into Monday morning) at: http://www.twitter.com/ericachristie or search for the hashtag #sexsunday
And of course, this story is set in Helsinki … where else would we be?

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I DM you on Twitter: There’s a key at the front desk of the hotel in an envelope with your name on it. Pick me up at 8.

Right on time. I hear the key slide into the lock as the door swings open slowly. Your footsteps echo the beat of my heart as you enter.

The breeze of the hallway flows into the room filling it with cool air. A shiver runs up my spine, my nipples jut erect knowing you’re here.

I saunter out of the bathroom into the bedroom dressed in nothing but a red lace bra, matching panties and black stiletto peep-toe heels.

“I’ll be ready in a minute, why don’t you make yourself at home?” I smile coyly pretending to be shy but very well aware of our situation.

Tossing your jacket onto the couch, you make your way over to me and seize my waist with your strong, powerful hands, stealing my breath.

“If this was home, would you always greet me like this?” You whisper into my ear. Your voice filled with deep, dark undertones.

I can feel the heat of your breath on my skin, your scent envelops me. My body shudders under your touch, my lips pound in desire for you.

“Why don’t I show you just how I would greet you if this was home?” I drop to my knees; my hands reaching for your pants.

In one fluid motion, your pants are undone. Your cock is erect and dripping before I can even wrap my mouth around it.

I take you in my hands and place you in my mouth, the taste of your pre-cum like silk as it glides along my tongue. I lap you up hungrily.

But before I could get my fill of you, you grab me and pull me upward, bringing me to my feet before bending me over the chair next to us.

I kneel on it, leaning over, the fireplace roaring to my right. I can feel the heat of it on my skin and the heat of you from behind me.

Your fingertips graze my hips as they slowly slide my panties off, cascading down my legs and softly hitting the floor below.

My pussy, dripping wet with desire – you enter me from behind. I plunge my head further down into the chair letting you take me as you wish.

Our bodies collide in sync, your cock hitting my g-spot w/such force, angling me so that you hit my clit with every thrust of your power.

Grasping onto the chair, I push back in rhythm with you. Your hands on me, grasping at my sides, your fingers plunging into my flesh.

Holding me to you, forcing your will, your way, your body into mine. The grinding is immeasurable, the movement so fluid and perfect.

It is hot, passionate and straight up fucking. My thoughts completely leave my mind as I lose myself in the flow of us.

The inescapable moans which leave my mouth, I can’t control. You take my breath away with each plunge of your cock,each pull of your hands.

Completely orgasmic… so amazingly hot… as you cum inside of me and I explode simultaneously with you.

Our breath staggered and labored, we sink into bliss. Our bodies lay sweaty and sticky, intertwined in unison of the flesh.

After a moment of rest, I stand up. Your fluid drips and trickles down my inner thigh reminding me of who I belong to.

“I’ll be ready in a minute. Why don’t you relax and make yourself at home?” I wink at you as I walk into the bathroom. We can’t be late.