Shhhh... It's a Secret -- Short Stories of Lust & Love

The Laundry Room

She rolled out of bed and tiptoed over to her dresser in the utter silence of the night, clicking her phone yet again to ensure the time was right. 3:23 AM. She reached into the top drawer and soonafter placed her favorite black, lace embroidered, slip on over her head, wearing only a black lace thong underneath it. She grabbed the big black clip from atop her dresser and spun her hair around, placing the clip into it and holding it up and away from her face.

With her perfectly manicured light pink toenails guiding the way, she slipped through the door of her room, and headed down the stairs, being careful to navigate the old wooden flooring which creaked should you step on it the wrong way. She was to meet him in the laundry room at exactly 3:30. As she meandered through the long and unfamiliar halls of the house her and her friend had rented for the week, a feeling of excitement pulsed through her whole body, overtaking her and making her unable to breathe due to nervousness. She sought to click her phone, but soon remembered that she had purposely left that in her room. No distractions, she had thought. She assumed, however, that she was early as she approached the door, but nevertheless opened it into more darkness and took a step forward. A quiet scream came to her lips as someone grabbed her right wrist, and quickly after, covered her mouth with another hand.

He pulled her deeper into the dark room and closed the door behind her, all the while whisking her closer to him and releasing his hand from over her mouth.

"I thought--"
"Shhhh," he cut her off. He already knew she was going to explain her astonishment at being grabbed as she had entered the room. He pulled her closer, until their bodies were touching entirely, chest to chest, in the darkness of the room where their eyes had only begun to adjust so they could see the outline of one another. Something about the way he acted intrigued her and drew her in more and more, longing for his touch. He brought his right hand to her neck, just where he collar bone ended. He traced his two fingers along it, reaching up to her shoulder, and dragging the right strap of her slip off her shoulder to reveal more of her body. She began to breathe heavily, trying to hide it from him, thought she knew he knew. And he did know. He used this to his advantage. He knew her. How to work her. They were the same. He reached his hand back behind her head, undoing the clip she had put in earlier and releasing her long blonde hair down her back and over her shoulders. She put her hand on his back, trying not to lose focus while in this euphoric state.

He began walking towards her, forcing her backwards until her spine could feel the cold metal of the machine. He pushed off the other strap of her slip and it fell to her feet. As it fell he dropped his mouth to her neck where he began to lightly, and then more forcefully, kiss her, making sure he left a mark, which he knew drover her crazy. He moved his free hand to grab her ass abruptly, slipping his hand underneath the waistband of her thong and then gently pulling it off all together to drop to the floor beside the slip. He then went in for a kiss as he removed his own boxers. Knowing his power, he merely pecked her on the lips softly, pulling back quickly as she followed his head back longing for something more. "Tr--" He put his finger softly to her lips. "We have to be quiet, remember baby."

She loved that. Though she was a staunch feminist and didn't like to admit to it outside of the bedroom, she loved to be less. Degraded. Daddy's little girl. The thought of being his baby made her skin crawl with more tension. It had only been a number of minutes but she found herself already mentally begging him to take her. When he acted correctly, she was all too susceptible to his charm and his ways. His fingertips caressed her and she fell back into her dream. She shivered as he sent chills up her spine with his light touch. She ran her fingers through his hair softly and looked at his freckle spattered face and nose. His eyes were an endless abyss of secrets and confusion. Though she knew him better than anyone else, he still presented a mystery; he was an enigma. But then again, was she not one herself.

He was a tease. He grabbed him member from below, hard as it had ever been, and rubbed its tip along the lips of her parts. This was when she longed for him the most. When she was so close to having him, yet she could not. He took advantage of these moments, making them linger to acquire his own self satisfaction. And perhaps that was why she liked him; enjoyed his company. She had always been the one to lead. The object of desire herself, and never those who she sought. For her, life had been easy--whoever she wanted: easily hers. Their attention captivated and their emotions set... on her that was. With him it was different. He shyed away from this pattern. Ironic too, as when they had first met she had found interest due to his appearance resembling those from her past, a reminder of what she liked and a similarity. He was the connection between her past life and her future one; stuck in the middle--between the two.

As he leaned in again only to pull back, he chuckled lightly. This didn't seem to bother her as she was ok with losing, knowing should she like she could win. Their confidence levels were matched only by each others.

It only added to the tension they shared that this had all been kept a secret. Their friends remained asleep through the night as they continued to ensue their passion with one another, never letting the rest know and acting as flirtatious friends throughout the days.

Losing his own control, he gently placed his palm on the small of her back before aggressively turning her around and pushing her upper body to rest on top of the washing machine that had just been behind her. Kissing his way down her back, he ended his romantic gesture with a slap to the ass, rubbing it after to ensure she was not in pain. He kissed it and caressed it, making her feel loved though... this was just sex... to both of them.

She knew satisfaction was around the corner once he had turned her around. And after calling out his name a few times she began to moan as he entered in and out of her. The two of them, simultaneously feeling gratification and an enormous sense of pleasure was what they did it for. Or so they had concluded. Their skin crawled with more and more want as they both began to reach their climax, her moaning and gasping, breathing heavily, while he tried to contain himself, though feeling the same.

She let out a large sigh as she turned back to face him and lean in for a relaxed kiss. After a short playful kiss the two exchanged looks in the darkness before deciding to go to sleep. As she tiptoed out of the laundy room, following behind him, she stepped to the left to follow the opposite path down the corridor. He again, grabbed her wrist, more gracefully this time, urging her to follow him towards his room and bed. Without objection she followed. She knew as much as he had said he claimed to hate cuddling, especially with her, that it was merely a facade to disguise his love of being the big spoon and running his fingers all along her naked body, covered only by the light sheet draped across the two.

The crawled into bed, putting on light clothes so that should anyone see them in the morning, they could play it off simply by explaining they had been cuddling as friends after she had woken up from a nightmare and sought his comfort. And so the two fell asleep in eachother's arms, not an unusual occurrence per se, but nevertheless appealing to her more romantic side.