(This is a transcript of real erotic messages between a straight man and woman, fully anonymized and lightly edited for clarity.)
(Contents may include: alternating mental dom/sub behavior, intelligence loss, light mind control, intoxication, respectful degradation talk, moral corruption, crude language, public sex, and the like. Only continue if these themes are your thing. All characters are above 18.)
(The messages start from her, and alternate between her/him separated by a "-" hyphen. Enjoy!)
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An exotic herbal aphrodisiac recently became the next trendy mixer at a cocktail bar near the edge of town. There's vintage sofas, soft lighting, speakeasy vibes, and people obviously dressed for a nice night out.
We choose cocktails with the most novel-sounding ingredients, and finda cushy chaise lounge all to ourselves along the wall. The bar is busy but we've got enough space that we can hear each other talk.
And we start to talk and laugh as we sip.
As our drinks get lower, your hand starts to travel up thigh, well past the hem of my slinky cocktail dress.
I'm leaning closer and closer to you. The small straps of my dress have fallen and I've barely noticed.
We come to for a second, and check our surroundings-- have people noticed us?
But we notice couples much.. further along in this process, and decide to throw what's left of our caution to the wind.
I close the small distance between us by straddling you. My dress has fallen fully to my waist, my hardened nipples brushing against your chest, and we start a deep make-out session, instinctually starting to grind against each other.
Your bulge is rubbing me in the exact right place, and I'm getting so fired up. But you still have enough wits about you that you want to draw this out.
"Let's go get another one of these drinks, babe."
You lead me, disshelved and practically panting, to the bar.
You cooly order us drinks. As the bartender gets to work, I draw myself to you again.
"Do you want this?" you ask quietly, holding your clear bulge. I nod silently, and drop to my knees to work the buttons and zip off your pants.
We've gained a few approving observers at this point. I set your cock free and take it into my mouth. I start to move my lips around, up, down, savoring the motions.
The bartender comes back with drinks.
"Babe, do you want some of this?" Without standing up, I lift my head back and open my mouth. You pour some of the drink into my mouth, but some of it flows down over my chest.
You gently put a finger under my chin and draw me back up to my feet, then lean in to lick the cocktail from my exposed tits.
You pull my hips into yours and growl. You've had enough teasing.
You tear the rest of my dress down to my feet and hoist me into the bar, then push my knees apart, plunging your tongue into my eager pussy.
I mindlessly arch backwards, the dim bar lighting still managing to put us in somewhat of a spotlight.
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I pause my feasting on you, for just a moment.
You quietly gasp.
Our slowly growing audience gasps.
You need me to not stop.
You desperately look at my eyes. I lock with yours, and grin into your pussy, and lead your eyes with mine to your still-mostly-full second cocktail.