Erotic Stories by Alicia Night Orchid

Rays's back after weeks on the road. He could have stayed in Beijing for the Olympics, but he's had enough of life on the road in hotels, surrounded by people who speak a different language, embroiled in a world of different customs. He says I should go with him next time, says I'd enjoy China, the people, the food, the scenery. He thinks I'd get a kick out of the almost Victorian attitude the government takes toward sex.

I don't care much about all of that. What I care about is that he's home after weeks on the road.

I want to curl up next to him on the sofa. I want him to hold me and tell me how much he's missed me. I want to feel his two-day beard on my cheek and his fingertips on the back of my hand.

I want him to kiss me, wine on his breath. I want to hear the sigh of his first arousal when I place a hand on his knee. I want him to lay me out and flatten his lean body over mine, his hands in my hair, his pelvis grinding against mine.

I want him to unbutton my blouse and push my bra up over my breasts and suckle one and then the other, kneading the flesh, savoring my taste and scent .

I want to reach into his trousers and feel his cock long and hard and oozing with desire for me. I want to roll over him, fling my blouse and bra across the room. I want to kiss his hairy chest and belly. I want to bury my face in his crotch inhaling that maleness, that Rayness.

I want his cock in my mouth, the head against the back of my throat, the shaft sliding between my lips. I want to feel his hips thrust. I want to hear the sound he makes when I cup his balls in my hand and squeeze gently.

I want him to push me away, strip my shorts and panties off, and  open me, my legs in the air, my knees against my breasts. I want him to pry me apart and lick and taste me. I want him to suck the peg of my clit between his teeth like a man sucking the juices from a clam.

I want his fingers inside me. One, two, three, fucking me, driving me wild, like some back seat virgin on a hot summer's night.

I want him to flip me over and position me on my hands and knees. I want to feel his fat cock, slick and throbbing, between my ass cheeks. I want to feel his cockhead pressing against my pussy., opening me, entering me, filling me. I want to feel his belly slap against me, want to feel the violence of his nee.

I want him to fuck me in and out, his hand reaching around to rub that bud of my clit, hard and swollen. I want him to make me come, come on his big dick, my pussy muscles clinching, my ass twitching, my voice calling out his name.

Then I want him to fill me. I want him to fill me with his sweet, hot cum. I want to feel him squirt and grunt inside of me, grateful for the treasure of my cunt. I want to hear him say it. oh baby, oh baby, Alicia, Alicia, Alicia. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I want him to collapse beside me, thankful and spent. I want to clean our juices from him, tasting us both, his softness like a delicate bird about to take wings.

That's what I want.

(You can read more about Ray and I on other blog entries including Return of the Rocket Scientist and Return of the Rocket Scientist Again. Some of you might also enjoy my entry This One's for You. Also, check out my story Ray's Opening in my new short story collection, Tight Women in Hard Places.