A second date to remember

Ok, world, be gentle with me.

This is my first smutty post on this blog and my first smutty post on the internets in a loooooooong time. I has a certain amount of smut I wrote on  my computer but mostly only my wife gets to read it… And she’s the one pushing me to post some of it for others to read.

I don’t write because I dream to get published one day, I write because these words in my head need to come out. I’ll get an idea and it will keep me awake until I put pen to paper and write it all down.

This is an excerpt from the story of Damon and Natalia, who met a couple of days ago at the store where Natalia works. They went out for coffee the day after they met, and then a couple of days later, they had dinner together.

This is what happens after their second date.

They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and he walked her to her car. Once they reached it, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to kiss her goodnight. He wanted her, badly, but knew not to push things too fast. This one was special, he could just feel it.

So he was very surprised when she slid her hands up and around his neck, and kissed him back hard. It seemed she wanted him as much as he wanted her, if the loud moan escaping her when her tongue grazed his was any indication. He gently broke the kiss after a minute, his hand moving up to cup her face.

“We should…” he started, groaning when she pressed her lower half against his lower half, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“Go back to your place? Yes please,” she finished for him, surprising him. He hadn’t thought she would be wanting to sleep with a guy she’d met a few days earlier after only their second date, but then, maybe she was just as horny as he was and had decided to do something about it.

He chuckled and kissed her again, one hand on the back of her neck, the other pressing her hips to his again. He heard her gasp and knew she’d felt the effect the kissing and her moaning had had on him.

When she moved her knee up to wrap her leg around his waist he knew it was time to leave the rather public spot they were in. As much as he was a fan of sex in places that were not a bed, there was something to be said about your first time with someone being in a bed.

He ran his hand slowly along her thigh and brought her leg down, once again breaking the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting a little.

“Follow me in your car?” he asked and when she nodded he gave her his address, just in case they got separated while driving around town at night. He was glad his flatmate was out for the night with some mates of his and wouldn’t be back until it was time to head to the stadium the following day. After one more kiss he watched her get into her car then he walked over to his.

He lost track of her during the drive home and congratulated himself on having had the forethought to give her his address when she showed up in his driveway a couple of minutes after he’d parked his car. She got out of her car and looked at him, smiling that smile that ignited something in his belly. She locked her car and started walking towards him and he suddenly he couldn’t wait to be inside. In both senses of the term.

She reached him and they walked the last bit of path to the door hand in hand. He unlocked the door and moved to the side to let her through before following her in, closing the door behind them and dropping his keys on the foyer sideboard.

She was looking at him with a ravenous expression on her face, like she was about to push him against the door to have her wicked way with him and he would not have turned her down. It was why she was here after all.

He saw her blink it away and to avoid any awkwardness –or in case she was about to turn tail and run away in embarrassment– he offered her a drink, which she immediately accepted.

He led the way into the kitchen and put the jug on before locating two mugs. He’d just opened the door of the cupboard above the bench to get the new box of teabags out (wanky flatmate not refilling the jar, again) when he felt something wet seep into his shirt and looked down.


Raspberry cordial on his white shirt. Another dumbass move by his wanky flatmate who seemed to think lids were optional as was properly stacking things on shelves.

“Fuck!” he growled, frustrated. He’d only just bought that shirt. He heard footsteps approaching and looked down when he felt her hands on the buttons of his shirt. He turned towards her to give her better access.

“That’s gonna stain,” she said in a very serious tone as she started unbuttoning his shirt. “You need to take it off.”
He couldn’t help but notice she was biting her lip and taking her time running her hands over his chest as she undid the buttons of his shirt.

She looked up at him when all the buttons were undone and he smiled at her. She smiled back and ran her hands slowly up his chest to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off as she did so; her fingertips felt warm on his skin and he let out a shaky breath.

He shrugged the shirt off, not caring where it landed, it was fucked anyway, and put his hands on her hips, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt, needing the go ahead from her before they went any further.

When she threw him a saucy “I feel overdressed now…” he took it as the cue it was and slowly lifted her top up and off.
The first glance at her lace-covered breasts made him so very glad he’d decided to go with his flatmate to buy a TV earlier that week, because otherwise he wouldn’t be standing half-naked in his kitchen staring at the sexiest tits he’d ever seen.

“Better?” he asked with a smirk. He only vaguely registered that the jug clicked as it finished boiling because she had kicked off her shoes and socks and was standing there with her hands on the waistband of her jeans. He sat down on a chair to take off his shoes and socks and was rewarded with her pants being thrown at him when he sat back up.

She was now standing in her bra and panties; all thoughts of a hot drink left his head as his blood rushed south. He stood up and stalked towards her, barely stopping as he picked her up with both hands around her waist. She instantly wrapped both arms and legs around him as he kept walking, out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into his bedroom.

They started kissing in the hallway and by the time they reached his room he couldn’t wait any longer. He could tell by the way she was pressing herself against him that she was feeling the same. He put her down on the bed and got rid of his pants and boxers. He grabbed a condom from the box in his dresser and turned back to her to find her completely naked and staring at him hungrily.

She was sitting on his bed with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her ankles. He had a perfect view of her breasts but that was it. He walked to the foot of the bed and stopped, trying to decide what he wanted to do to her first. He saw her bite her lip so with a groan he panther-crawled up the bed until he reached her and kissed her.

She opened her mouth to his questing tongue, moaning softly, and that sexy little noise hit him right in the cock. She tasted delicious and he was eager to find out if all of her tasted equally delicious. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running up and down the back of his neck. He pushed forward and she lay down on her back, bringing him down with her.

It was then that he broke the kiss and started kissing a path down her neck then down further. His mouth reached her breast, his tongue made contact with her nipple and she cried out, her hips shooting off the bed.

He had been unprepared for the force of reaction; he’d had sex with women who enjoyed having their nipples played with but never like this. He just had to do it again. He put his mouth on her nipple again, taking his time this time, rolling her hard nipple on his tongue, and her reaction amplified.

He moved over to the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Her hand flew to his head, pulling it closer, so he started sucking on the nub of flesh instead. Then he felt her hand grab his so, letting go of the little foil packet he was holding, he let her guide his hand to where she needed it.

When his hand landed on her other breast his fingers wasted no time finding the nipple and squeezing it lightly, then harder as she moaned very loudly, making him very glad he’d decided to make his way down her body.

He could feel her hips moving and when her moans started to sound a little frustrated he let go of her nipples and sank between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and let out a loud whimper.

He could see how wet she was already and while he was dying to sink his cock inside the sopping heat of her pussy, there was something else he just HAD to do first.

Gently spreading her with his fingers, he dipped his head and licked a slow path from her hole up to her clit. Her hips shot up and he did it once more before concentrating his efforts on her clit. He was licking her clit back and forth, with the occasional lick up and down her slit.

She was panting and moving her hips in time with the movements of his tongue, moaning louder and louder. He started pressing on her clit with the flat of his tongue as well as licking up and down, suddenly curious to see what the addition of a finger would do.

She was so wet that he pushed two fingers deep inside her and her reaction was intense and immediate. He added another finger and felt her pussy squeeze his fingers tightly. She cried out “Fuck!” when he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her in time with his tongue on her clit.

Her fingers were digging into his forearm; soon her breathing became more erratic and the moaning louder and louder and then she exploded around his fingers, screaming as her orgasm hit her, for what seemed a long time.

He’d ever heard a woman scream so loud and it made his cock even harder. He couldn’t wait to experience what her pussy felt like squeezing his cock rather than his fingers. He gave her slit one last lick before moving up the bed to lie next to her.

She turned her head and smiled at him.
“You killed me…” she said as she tried to get her breathing under control.

He smiled back at her. “My pleasure entirely,” he told her before dipping his head down to kiss her.

He ran his tongue along hers and she moaned before rolling over, pressing her body against his. He felt her hard nipples against his chest and groaned, bringing a hand up to cup her face, deepening the kiss. She was raking her fingers up and down his chest and just when he didn’t think he could possible get any hornier her hand closed around his cock.

He growled against her mouth when she began running her hand along his cock, squeezing it every so often.

She broke the kiss and looked at him, biting her lip. He felt her thumb swipe the tip of his cock and he groaned, overcome with the need to bury himself inside her. He located the little foil packet he’d dropped on the bed earlier and got the condom out of it.

He was about to put it on when her hands batted his away. She took the condom from his hand and rolled it down his hard length painfully slowly, making him moan.When she was done he rolled them over and settled between her thighs.

She rested her hands on his arms, her fingers slowly digging into his skin as he inched inside her, their eyes locked on each other. She felt so hot and so tight, he felt as if his cock was going to explode. Finally he was nestled all the way inside her and he felt her pussy clench around him.

He started thrusting in and out of her, his every instincts were yelling at him to take her hard and fast but he knew that if he did that it would be over way too soon. So instead he kept his thrusts deep and slow, loving the way she moaned and moved against him, her hands running over his upper back, her legs wrapping around his waist, bringing him closer and deeper.

He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and she began crying out loudly and digging her nails in the back of his neck, bucking her hips.

“Harder,” she pleaded and he was only too happy to oblige.

He started moving harder against her, apparently hitting some magic spot deep inside, going by her reaction. Again she asked him to do it harder and when he started pounding her in earnest she started moaning continuously. He could feel his orgasm starting to build and from the way her pussy was squeezing his cock, he knew she was getting close too.

A few hard thrusts later she tightened her legs around him and arched her back as her orgasm hit and she screamed. He followed her over the edge a few seconds later, growling against her neck.

He felt her legs fall to the side and rolled off her and onto his back, breathing hard.

He watched her reach over for a tissue on the bedside table and then she rolled over close to him, her hand carefully wrapping itself around his cock and removing the condom slowly, before wrapping it in the tissue and dropping it on the floor beside the bed.

She cuddled up to him after that and he smiled at her, her head on his shoulder, her hand landing on his belly, fingers drawing patterns on his skin. He put his arm around her, his fingers stroking the skin of her hip and he heard her soft moan when his hand ventured on her lower back.

“That was pretty amazing,” she said, still drawing patterns on his stomach.

He chuckled and nodded, before reaching down and pulling the duvet over them, before rolling onto his side. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her softly. She moaned against his mouth but neither tried to deepen the kiss or to take things further.

She broke the kiss and turned around in his arms, her back to his front, reaching behind her and dragging his arm over her. She felt good against him and he let sleep claim him very soon after that.

The next morning can be found here.


5 thoughts on “A second date to remember

  1. Wow! What an awesome debut. You’ve managed to strike a nice balance between mechanics and sentiment. I really like the line, “He followed her over the edge a few seconds later, growling against her neck.” Orgasm descriptions that include the phrase “over the edge” can sometimes feel cliche but I think it worked nicely in this piece.

    The length is perfect, too. Long enough to become invested but short enough to read in one sitting. I think the stories on my site/blog are a little intimidating (“Hey, you guys, come read my 10,000+ word story!”) but all of my shorter stuff is tied up in anthology submissions, so I can’t post them until after publication. I plan to post some flash fiction soon and hope that you’ll do the same–I really enjoyed this piece!

    My only suggestion would be to maybe break up the paragraphs a bit more to help build up tension. Otherwise, I’m really, really glad you mustered the courage to post your first smutty story!

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