QUICKIE | EROTICA
“Take Off Your Pants” — A Quickie
When there’s no time for foreplay, it’s nice to be able to look across the room and say, “Take off your pants.”
Sex as a single is fun, spontaneous, and hard work. I’d never found the right chemistry online, and my social circle was too small to find someone new.
But when I met and married you, ‘single sex’ turned into regular sex.
And regular sex had a routine: weekends and Wednesdays. Not that I’m complaining. Three times a week is more than most of my single friends get.
Friday night is football night, and I know the only thing on your mind is the game, but I have needs. Luckily, you only need four words.
“Take off your pants.”
I hold your beer to ransom as the halftime siren sounds.
You know what I want. If you take the beer, we’ll reconsider my demand after the game. But if you want a quick fuck without the foreplay, you’ll —
Your cock springs forth with a mind of its own as you lower your sweatpants just enough for me to kneel down and fist. Before the end of the first commercial break, your semi is hard and I’m keeping it that way with one hand while my other snakes between my legs.
I don’t need sonnets and flowers. I don’t even need you to meet me halfway.
I need to relax at the end of a stressful week, and the only conversation I want is to hear you call my name.
When your eyes close and you lean back against the lounge, I know you’re mine for another six minutes.
I straddle your hips and position your cock at my slit. I push away your hands when you try to help. Tomorrow you can finger-fuck me to death, but tonight, I just need the ride.
I love the way you fill me as I slowly slide down. The restraint is almost painful. The couch dips as I wriggle to get my knees into position, splayed so I can ride you deep. If I angle you just so, my pussy can clench at just the right time, and we’ll come together.
My hips buck as you guide them up and down in a lazy rhythm that disregards the time. I thought I wanted fast, but nice and slow works too. I twist one hand until I’m squeezing your base and I can flick my bud with each thrust.
Mmmm. This works. This works. OMG, why haven’t we tried this before?
Without thinking, I stretch out a finger along your shaft. You open your eyes in surprise, but then grip me tighter as I’m somehow finger fucking myself while stroking you. My pussy is tight and you’ve found my spot. Just when I want it slow, you speed up.
Our skin slaps together as you slam me up and down. With only one hand for balance, I’m at your mercy and the need for a quick fuck is gone.
I want you to cum all night long.
I want this to never end.
I want you to be my wild lover as well as my loving husband.
I fall apart around your cock.
You’ve timed me to perfection, filling me and drenching my fingers with your cum.
I pull out, suck them clean, and then drop to my knees to do the same for you.
I love the way you trust me with your spent cock. You know that I’ll be gentle in cleaning. You know that I’ll be finished in time for you to enjoy the second half.
And I know that you’ll be ready for me after the game.
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