A collection of Erotic Stories // Jake Kiszka

Sativa

He pulled the joint away from his mouth, letting plumes of smoke dance up his lip. He inhaled it back through his nose, savouring every last drop of the delicious vapour. Courting you to join him with a promise that it would make you feel good.

You already felt good. Being in Jakes sphere was insouciant, stepping into any room where he dwelled was like casting off the shackles of any predisposition to shyness. He peeled away your layers with subtle formality, which had soon given way to absolute hedonism.

"My back hurts." He complained, propped up on his side between ruined sheets. "Why don't you put those hands to good use?"

You were sitting with your legs crossed, nursing the joint between your middle and index finger in a little white cardigan and thong. Hair in disarray, your mascara smudged beyond all rectifying. Still in the reverb of his previous touch.

"What do you want, Jake?" You asked, always treading on the fringes of his intent.

He was smirking valiantly. Already rolling onto his stomach and tucking his arms up beneath an array of pillows. His hair spilled down his back, long and dark tendrils against pink, flushed skin. A pleased little hum escaping that expectant mouth.

"I want you to figure that one out for yourself tonight, my shy little peach." He said, turning his head to the side to reveal that strict jawline in all it's flexed glory. "Why don't you tell me what I want?"

The self effacing aspect of your personality often meant that Jake would lead you into your pleasure. His dominance and assurance consumed your timid little body until it shook with unrelenting effervescence. Leaving you covered in all manner of fluid and a sense of satisfaction you simply couldn't find elsewhere.

"I think Jakey wants a back rub." You surmised perfectly, gathering his hair in your hands and sweeping it onto the pillows to reveal the smooth textures of his flesh.

He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, tight fitting and hugging his ass like a sweet fabric kiss. You were always drawn to the curve of it, your eyes moving south whenever he walked away from you. Your attention wholly diverted, no matter the occasion.

You took a deep hit, pulling back on the joint until the embers glowed and the paper began to sizzle. Leaning it casually on the edge of the glass ashtray on the nightstand as your head began to swim. The Sativa always made you euphoric. It made you step out of your own head and Jake knew this. Feeling like you were entirely untethered to your own insecurities as you parted your legs and straddled them over his waist.

"You're in charge now, peachy girl."

A sly little smile made it's way to the corner of your mouth. Leaning your palms into the ridges of his spine. Running them up the length of his back, fingers reaching out to coil around his shoulders. The feel of his skin smooth and soft, the sound of his breathing shallowing with each blessed stroke.

You felt the weight of his pleasure in your hands. The way he closed his eyes and let you glide a tender, arousing touch across his flesh had you feeling a power which couldn't have been handed to you from anyone who didn't possess Jake's ability to know exactly what you needed. What he needed.

"What if I'm not as shy as you perceive me to be?" You asked, winding your hips so that your thong delicately rubbed against the small of his back.

That irrepressible smirk returned to his beautiful lips.

"It's remarkable to me that you haven't taken control before." He replied casually, opening one eye to catch you lingering above him with your cardigan wide open. "I see the way you desire to see me submit."