The ErotiChronicles of 2016 A D Ch 02
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The warm glaze of summer coated the air of the bedroom forging a path from the ajar window at the front of the house, as the break of dawn crept in and gave life to it.
From beneath the sheets of the double bed that had been countlessly moved to embrace a more Feng Shui approach to its habitat, a tall, slender figure poked his head up and out, his hair a bright white, untamed from the constant night-time twists and turns. Rosy cheeks gave him an air of colour amidst his slightly pale complexion, and he rubbed them drowsily as he attempted to open his eyes, only to find as he did that a slow, thick stream of light had crept its way up along the length of the bed.
He released a low and unholy groan, once again cursing the window, the bed – everything that he believed in that single repetitious moment to be wholly connected to his morning misery. As his head fell back gently into the pillow, his search for peace became once again corrupted as his phone’s alarm began to ring out, releasing a loud heavy metal song that brought him immediately to his senses. He shot upright on the bed, the duvet collapsing off of his torso as he flung his arm out, desperately grabbing the phone and tapping and swiping away, doing anything just to make it shut up.
Suddenly, peace. The young man sighed as he rubbed his weary eyes with his thumb and forefinger, placing his phone back onto the bedside table as it rested atop his work’s ID, which read ‘ARCHIE DAMOS’ in bold font beneath his picture.
Archie rose to his feet and stretched his back, arms and neck – for a 24 year old, he was a considerably handsome, albeit eccentric, man of reasonable build that had earned him many a favourable look from those around him. He ruffled his hair as he progressed, naked, from his side of the bed and around, straight into the bathroom. As he transferred rooms, he heard the faint sound of music playing downstairs. This, however, was a popular occurrence for him in the summertime, as the girl he lived with – indeed, the girl he shared his bed with – would find it difficult to sleep in for as long as Archie could, and so as the mornings became warmer she would find herself awake and alert much earlier.
The strange primate sulking at the bathroom sink began to pour water into his hands, leaning in to splash it easily across his face without making a mess, he stared at himself in the mirror, noting the fatigue in the bags beneath his unusual yellow eyes, and in a moment of vanity he dampened his fingers against the tap’s stream and carefully toyed his snowy soul patch into a thin point. He chuckled to himself, before running the shower and cleansing himself of the previous day.
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The beat was slow, but resounding, as it played out from the television – one of the radio channels had been put on and Archie recognised the tune to be Icky Thump by The White Stripes. He made his way downstairs, taking each step down along with the drumbeat, fingers tapping along the length of the bannister as he reached the ground floor.
The summertime promoted the supposed necessity to wear very little in the Damos-Noble household – for want of an excuse, for Archie, because he ‘said so’, and for Michaela – Archie’s love interest – because of her work.
Archie continued on and into the kitchen, shivering slightly to the soft cool air which would persist each morning regardless of the weather outside. He hovered his hand over the side of the kettle – it was still producing enough warmth for a sufficient breakfast beverage, and he took a cup from the cupboard above and sorted himself out a black coffee with one sugar. He took a sip, sighed contently and followed his trail back and into the living room.
There stood Michaela in front of him, dressed in one of Archie’s black pairs of boxers and a black cotton bra, stretching out her arms and legs one after the other as she faced a built-in metal pole that had been fixed in the middle of the room. She glanced back with a quick, pleasant smile. ‘Morning Snowy.’ Her hair was an array of wild pinks and purples, streaking her hair all the way down to the tips just below her shoulder blades. Her baby blue eyes seemed to smile at him as well, which gave Archie a warm feeling as he smiled back, leaning in to peck her lips gently on approach. ‘Morning Bunny,’ he replied as he playfully patted her ass with the palm of his hand. He grinned as she released a soft squeak, but obediently sat down as he felt one of her hands teasingly shove him away. He parked himself upon a mossy green sofa near the window, protected from the early morning light by maroon curtains, sipping upon his coffee, he watched her continue. ‘Couldn’t sleep again?’
She shook her head, but her eyes worked the upper half of the pole as she addressed him. ‘The heat drives me crazy.’ One leg wrapped itself in a 75-degree angle around the pole, her hands grabbing hold of two separate areas of the upper half as she started off with some simple turns, repeating them slowly. ‘I don’t know how you do it.’ ‘Eh, I’m just lazy.’ Archie consciously and carefully brushed through the front of his hair with his fingertips – sat in only his boxers, his routine would normally consist of showering, being lazy and then fixing himself up ready for the day. This day, however, proved to be a little different from the others.
As the music soon came to a halt, the sound from the television became that of a man’s voice, commenting quickly on the history of the song. Archie stretched across for the television remote that sat on the arm of the two-seater, tapping on the volume button to turn the sound up. Michaela focused as best she could on her turns as she alternated direction.
‘Do you have to?’ Her voice was a little quieter, but with purpose – it was a sign for him to recognise that she was trying to work on her warm-ups. He rose to his feet. ‘I know, I know – just wait, though.’ Michaela released a soft, frustrated sigh and stopped – the insistent male made his way behind her, having rested his cup on the window ledge in passing, his hands gently massaging her shoulders in anticipation until-
‘…and finally, a big shout out to Michaela Noble to celebrate her 23rd birthday, from her ‘Snowy’ – well, happy birthday Michaela, hope it’s a good one, and coming up…’
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The newly-aged female turned to her boyfriend, who raised his thick white eyebrows a couple of times with a ‘told you so’ smirk across his lips. Michaela, in turn, smiled happily and leaned in to wrap her arms around Archie’s neck – she stood slightly on her tip-toes to reach him, and he helped keep her there with his own arms as they wrapped around her waist.
They embraced with a deep kiss, and his nose brushed lightly left to right against hers. ‘Happy birthday, my lil’ rampant rabbit.’ He smirked once more, and this time it was returned – again, she teasingly ushered him away with a playful wink, turning back to her pole. Archie simply waited.
The television started up again, and this time a louder, more prominent beat came out of the speakers. Archie knew what was coming and, soon after the track began to play, so did Michaela.
Nine Inch Nails. ‘Closer’. She rolled her eyes, tongue pressed into her cheek as she glanced back at him knowingly. ‘Really? At this time of the morning?’
‘Heyy, it’s your special day,’ Archie retorted, leaning in as he pressed his chest tenderly against her back. ‘I just wanna make sure it starts as it means to end.’ Still looking at him, she raised a curious eyebrow, although she knew him enough by now to second-guess what he was going to follow that with. ‘Let me guess,’ she pondered out loud. ‘A bang?’ Archie’s smirk grew wider, eyes narrowing down to his delicately curved girlfriend. ‘You saw right through that, huh?’ She nodded, and dragged the corner of her lower lip slowly into her mouth as she felt the rest of Archie pressing against her – a bulge began to form slowly from within the young m
ale’s boxers, and as he moved in closer it pressed between her covered ass cheeks. Slowly, from left to right, she shook her ass and teased his covered cock back and forth, never breaking eye contact with him.
Archie couldn’t help but release a soft purr as he felt his girlfriend’s teasing affect him more and more. His hands caressed their way up and down along her hips, hovering their way a little further up each time before daring themselves to cover her concealed cleavage. Her breasts were not noticeably big, but she had a tendency to become more sensitive to any contact made, by another, to her more delicate areas.
To his advantage, Archie soon revealed soft, short gasps from Michaela’s mouth as his hands moved in grasping circles against the fabric, her eyes closing to focus on the pleasure as she grinded her supple ass up and down, pressing back into him more closely to feel his warmth against her. Her voice released a faint whine of excitement, and Archie took this opportunity to try for the jackpot.
With one hand, he traced his fingernails slowly down Michaela’s body, casting over her stomach and teasing them in a tickle just above the lower half of her body. Michaela giggled and looked up at him once more. Their lips locked, deeper than before as she nibbled at his lip. He spoke where he could, teasing his own lips and teeth along her neck, reaching her earlobe and working away at this for a short period. ‘Mmmn, so – how do you wanna start your birthday off?’ He continued as her faint moans soon grew louder – she took one of her own hands and rested it upon his, just above her waist, swallowing some of her gasps down to try and speak. ‘F-Fuck me with your mmmn- fingers, baby.’
And so he did. She embraced the full complement of sensations as his fingernails dragged slowly down below her waist, with the full lengths of each finger, he would slither beneath the boxers she was wearing and softly swipe each digit left to right over her sensitive folds. A small rush of excitement and pride filled Archie’s head as he felt how wet she’d become in such a short amount of time, enjoying himself as he slowly guided a finger, then two, inside her. Michaela gasped a little, grabbing both of his wrists gently, but she gave a small nod to Archie which suggested ‘continue’.
Archie’s fingers slid slowly in and out of her pussy, welcoming every inch of them as they filled her up as much as they could with each thrust. Michaela found herself grinding slightly onto them, wanting more from him, moving in time to the song on the TV. Archie teasingly pecked her lips as he watched her. ‘You’re so wet this morning, my love.’ ‘W-What do you expect,’ Michaela replied. ‘M-My mmmn- my favourite song’s on and mmmn! A-And you’re trying to get inside me.’ Michaela continued to moan happily as her boyfriend explored her pussy at different speeds.
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He nibbled gently at her ear as his taunting words purred out. ‘Succeeding, I believe.’ Michaela smirked behind several moans, her eyes rolling slightly as her hips did the same. Another request broke free. ‘P-Please,’ She whimpered softly. ‘I-I need more. Mmmmmn, baby please, p-put it inside me!’
Archie felt his girlfriend’s hands slipping his boxers down as she spoke, and in turn he removed the boxers now barely covering her – his fully erect length pressing between her ass cheeks as she continued to move her hips up and down. He slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her – Michaela whimpered more, and grabbed the pole with both hands – and stroked his impatient member carefully, before guiding the tip first into her waiting entrance, followed by the further 5 inches of his hardened meat-stick. Michaela’s mouth opened wider, eyes rolling towards the back of her head as she soon relaxed upon every inch, a long moan escaping her lips as she felt Archie’s hands taking hold of her legs, carefully wrapping them around his waist – he grinned as he began to thrust in and out, watching her hold on to the long metal shaft built into the room. ‘Gotta love this flexibility.’ He spoke playfully.
Building up pace and strength, Archie would fuck her submissive cunt and unearth several loud, pleasure-filled moans as his cock became lubricated within her – an occasional spank would reveal a few more gasps from Michaela’s mouth, whose lips became dry for all the time they spent apart. She licked them when she needed to, holding on tight to Archie and the pole as she tried to look back, to watch her lover feeding her and filling her up with all of his meat.
The two bodies moved heavily with each other as they stood, locked together in the middle of the room. Archie’s hips met his girlfriend’s over and over, his moans were loud, but hers were louder, and the young male soon felt his work come to fruition as Michaela cried out in bliss, orgasmic ecstasy completely coating his length as she reached her climax. Archie took his thrusting down slowly to let her recover – he was grinning, breathless and content in pleasuring his lover.
At a glance, he turned to the time on the brass, neo-modern clock by the television, and exhaled sharply as he wiped his brow with the back of his wrist. ‘Damnit, I’m gonna be late.’
Carefully, Archie’s cock unlocked itself from inside Michaela’s soaked cunt, but as he tried to move away he felt Michaela’s hands grip his hips – she had lowered herself down onto the floor, bent onto her knees and now facing his continuing erection. ‘No way,’ She muttered breathlessly, taking the stiffness into a closed hand as it began to work the shaft quickly. She raised her head and her begging eyes met his own. ‘Not until I get my birthday treat.’
Low moans filled the air of the living room, mixed with the sound of Michaela’s whimpering and the noise made as her hungry mouth moved up and down each inch of Archie’s phallus, glistening with orgasmic juices and saliva. Archie’s fingers wriggled and writhed through her hair, keeping her close over his cock, causing her to suck harder as she tilted her head at different angles to fit more and more of him inside her. ‘F-Fucking hell, this is…nngh, so good!’ His gaze never left her as she bobbed her head back and forth. ‘M-Mmmn- fuck, I’m so close baby!’ Her mouth slid back and up off of his cock, hand replacing mouth and tirelessly working the shaft once more. ‘Do it.’ Michaela’s reply came out as a demand as she licked her lips, her mouth so close against the throbbing head. ‘Pour all of that birthday treat into my mouth.’
Brushing some pink strands away from her face, Michaela parted her lips ever so slightly and created a small ‘top’ to rest over the tip of her boyfriend’s dick, and carefully clasping both hands together she worked the shaft up and down faster than before. She sucked lightly at infrequent moments, causing Archie to clench his teeth with the unbearable sensations he now felt. It felt as if she were directly attempting to suck him dry from the most sensitive area, he could take no more. His helpless groans continued, increasing in length as time passed painstakingly by, and soon he cried out as the load he had saved up for her coursed its way out of his cock and directly into her mouth. It cascaded over her tongue, and she felt some of it shoot so far that it began to seep down her throat. Michaela’s eyes rolled back slightly as she revelled in the sweet, salty treasure, swallowing it down and licking her lips once again.
Archie attempted to catch his breath – the clock on the wall a mere mirage in the corner of his eye, as all of his attention focused on the young woman knelt before him. As she raised herself up, he smirked and leaned in to sneak a quick kiss – only to feel the female body move away from him. Had he not been looking, he may well have carried on head-first into the pole.
As he turned, he saw her slip his spare pair of boxers back on. Taking her phone from the single chair by the door, she checked the time and glanced back at him with an innocent smile.
‘You’re going to be late,
babe.’ She made her way back up the stairs, and Archie could do little else but stand and stare until she disappeared from sight.
Maybe it was the rush of the climax, or the temperature in the room, or any other little thing the bemused male could think of, but as Archie returned his underwear back up to their rightful place, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was, perhaps, too regular an occurrence, sex was certainly never unappreciated between them, as it was healthily and occasionally carried out, but in the end – certainly to Archie – it never seemed…appreciated. Like a one-night stand that would carry out all too often.
It always felt that way to Archie. Little did he know, of course, that such a dilemma would become a frequent curse of his early adulthood.
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