Hi everyone,
I was sitting on my sofa tonight, in my half-decorated living room.
I'm starting to bring up my Christmas-y stuff, even if it might be a bit early.
I was in the mood for some cozy, christmas stories. I flicked through Netflix, but traditional rom-com aren't exactly my cup of tea.
While deciding on something to watch, I imagined this simple scene. It is a "date night" with two characters, in a chilly winter night, not too kinky, but still more of my liking than Netflix.
I have a little background story for the characters in my mind, but this was just a quick scene I wrote.
Then, I remembered I had registered this Literotica profile, that I had never used, and I decided to share it.
I'm not a great writer, and English is not my first language so, well, this is what it is.
I hope it still makes for an entertaining 10 minutes for some of you.
Good night
....
07.00 pm
The time flashes on her Echo dot, and Bianca looks at herself in the mirror.
She has not been dating for a while.
Now, her short blonde hair is blow-dried voluminous, quite the change from her usual hospital cap.
Her red lip tint contrasting against the white marble of her vanity, just waiting to be put on.
07.02
For once, she is jittery.
Before meeting Yuri, her previous dates were so boring, she'd barely made it to the end of the dinner.
The last time she had butterflies in her stomach was like...
God
! Over ten years ago.
She feels so old...
She's 33, but she feels like she has lived 3 lives already.
But
no no no
, she pushes the thought away.
To the back of her mind.
...
She is wearing a simple makeup tonight: black mascara, with just a hint of eyeliner, and red lips.
Contrasting to her pale skin.
It is winter, and she doesn't even bother to put self-tan on.
07.06
Ok, it is time.
She clips on her golden bracelet, and heads into her open kitchen/living room.
Her apartment is finally getting back together... after the divorce.
It is usually sleek and modern, but she has gone for a more festive, cozy vibe tonight.
There's the fire crackling.
String lights, twinkling on the Christmas tree.
A warm throw blanket on the sofa.
19.15
She is checking her
risotto,
when the doorbell rings.
And she's from Milan, so, it is
always
risotto.
She leaves it to cook, and steps nervously to the door, fixing her dress.
....
She meets Yuri at the door;
He's wearing his usual black coat, and holding a briefcase and a bottle of wine.
Outside, it is freezing.
- Hey.
- Hey...
They share a couple of kisses on the cheek, and he walks in.
Underneath the coat, he's wearing a simple white shirt, and black pants.
They walk to the living room.
He puts the wine down on the table, checking her out, as she heads back to the kitchen.
- Do you have a corkscrew?
Bianca fetches one, and she watches as he opens the bottle.
It's a
Chateaux Margaux
, 2012.
She doesn't know much about wine- but knowing him, it's going to be an expensive one.
....
The dinner is fine; her risotto is edible.
It goes with the wine.
The light from the fire is flickering, and reflecting onto the glasses, and onto the smooth black screen of Yuri's apple watch.
And Bianca is captivated by it... for some reason.
And his hands.
Tapping on the glass-top table.
His wrists.
The mysterious tattoo on his forearm, peeking from underneath his rolled-up shirt sleeve.
- So.
At some point, he stops the tapping, and looks up.
With a glint in his eyes.
And she feels an icy cold shiver, running down her spine.
....
- So. You are going to kneel down now.
Only hearing his voice, makes her clench between her legs.
- Mh-hmm.
Bianca nods and gets up, as requested. A strange feeling in her stomach.
But she was expecting it.
They've established already, that they're both into some light "power play", and submissive/dominant scenarios in their bedroom.
Or living room, that is.
Very
into it.
So Bianca tries to calm the crazed butterflies in her stomach, and walks to sofa area.
- You can kneel there... on your fitness mat.
He instructs.
She left it out, almost on purpose.
It is not uncomfortable, as she positions herself on it.
On her hands and knees.... waiting.
....
She hears the clinking of the glass being put down on the table.
Yuri's footsteps behind her.
And her heart rate starts to pick up.
She focuses on the twinkling light from the Christmas tree, reflecting on the mat, as she feels warm hands on her hips.
- I like your dress...
He says, then lifts her skirt up, to her waist.
And pulls down her lace panties, around her thighs.
Now, her confidence wavers, as she kneels there.
With her panties pulled down.
Her butt and pussy exposed.
Then, she feels Yuri positioning himself behind her.
His weight on the fitness mat.
His warmth against her thighs.
And then, finally, a hand, brushing against her hip, and she almost twitches from it.
- Shh... stay calm, Bianca. Relax.
She nods, though
fuck
.
How the fuck is she going to stay calm?
Her pulse is thumping in her ears, and her pussy is quivering.
- Now, lie down. Like so.
Yuri grabs her hair, maneuvering her head down on the mat.
