A collection of Erotic Stories // Jake Kiszka

Remedy

You were waiting for him in the hallway. His white shirt skimming your thighs and open to your navel. The thud of his guitar case as he dropped it at the door, jaw tightly set and his tired eyes drinking you in sent a flood of arousal to your core.

You'd missed him. His relief at being home was etched there in the dark circles that framed his gaze. You were clutching two glasses of red wine, holding one out to him as he kicked off his boots and hurriedly closed the space between the door and his love.

He took the wine from you and spun you around in one simultaneous move. Like a dance you'd done a hundred times before, but never grew tired of. No matter how much you ached to have him right there in the hallway, you knew it would come.

He needed something else, first. A familiar kiss and a light squeeze of his ass as he appraised you wearing his clothes. He needed to cast off the shackles of the road and decompress himself back into your life at home. He needed to be catered to, to have you strip him of the weariness of travel and nocturnal schedules.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." He mumbled, bringing his mouth to the soft part of your ear as he grazed it with his teeth. "What's that you're cooking in there?"

You slipped his jacket off for him and threw it onto the bannister at the bottom of the stairs.

"Your favourite." You replied, "Steak cooked just the way you like with peppercorn sauce, dauphinoise potatoes and green beans."

"Sent from heaven." He purred, keeping a hold of your hand as he followed you into the kitchen.

You'd set the mood just right for him. Low lights and Hozier playing softly in the background. The food was steaming at the table by the window, timing it perfectly from the moment he had text you to herald his arrival. Candles flickering in the centre, sending glimmers across the silverware.

"Thankyou, my love." He sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slid into his chair. "You have no idea how much I needed this."

You curled yourself into the seat opposite and refilled his glass.

"I do, baby." You replied, reaching for his hand across the table. "And you deserve it... cheers."

He clinked his glass against the side of yours and devoured his food. Tucking into it like a man starved and you enjoyed watching him swallow every mouthful. Seeing the way the colour seemed to rush back to his cheeks and the vigour in his posture. No longer slumped over his plate, he sat back and rubbed his satisfied belly as you chewed thoughtfully on your own.

"You know, I was thinking... after this I could run you a nice hot bath."

Your suggestion drew a mischievous smirk from his lips.

"What else were you thinking?" He asked, piling his steak onto the end of his fork and lathering it in sauce.

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your bare legs. The bottle of wine becoming empty as you poured the last few drops into your glass. He was appraising you from over the flickering candles. A duel of wits to see what you might come up with. No matter how tired he seemed to be, Jake was always ready for a battle of the minds.

"I was thinking I could wash your hair for you. Rub soap into your back and your stomach, maybe put a few salts in there to ease your muscles. And if you're a good boy, maybe a massage to ease the tension."

He exhaled deeply. "No matter how much I love being on stage, there's nothing which compares to coming home to you."

He invited you to go and sit in his lap. Pushing his plate aside as he pulled your hand forward. You straddled him perfectly, opening the last few buttons of his waistcoat.