Emma’s Secret Erotica 18+

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It is in your arms I am free.

Charmed by your personality.

You breathe life into my bones.

You bring life into my home.

One touch sparks bliss.

Our lips gently kiss.

Lying next to me was the man I loved with all my heart. Even in his slumber, he held my full attention throughout the night. I yearned for his touch and only his affection. The light from the early morning sun crawled through our balcony door. It nested right on his marble skin, and I wished to wake him from his sleep with a kiss.

I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything, since the last time he fucked me was three years ago. Still like wishing upon a shooting star, I hoped for intimacy. How many days has it been since our lips touched? I think it has been one hundred now. My hands were edging towards his sculpted body; I couldn't help myself.

My fingertips lightly brushed against his back, and he didn't move. My anxiety was pumping through every cell of my body as I placed my palm flat against his shoulders. You know, seven years ago, we would have sex every day, anywhere, any time. I felt alive whenever I would cum from his long length. But now I had to be a thief for even a lick of adoration.

All the rejections were starting to burn my self-esteem down to ash. My hands glided down his back, rubbing over every scar and tattoo. My voice was filled with sexual tension as I moaned, “baby.” I kissed around his nape, and he let out a low groan. Should I keep going? Or should I save myself the pain of being turned down?

I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to hold me like he did on our wedding night. Seven years ago, I gave my heart to him. A thousand pictures were taken that night, but my favorite was the one sitting on our nightstand. I had this look of pure joy as he hugged me from behind. I bent down to kiss his dragon tattoo at the center of his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a groggy voice.

“I just wanted to say good morning,” I muttered while trying to hug his body.

He moved away from me and wrapped himself completely in the goose-down comforter.

“Good morning,” he replied dryly, while closing his eyes again.

It felt like I had a knot in my stomach, but I still wanted to push.

“Can I lick it?” I asked. Even if sex was off the table, I at least wanted to please him.

“It's too early, maybe later,” he responded, throwing the cover over his face.

Well, I got my answer, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry.

Maybe it was too early, and I should've tried last night. It's my fault he's been working so hard,and maybe I...Maybe I should just give him time. As I crept out of the room, I wondered if he even wanted me anymore. Our home was so big, it had four floors. But it didn't matter; it felt empty, and I was desperately trying to find an echo of warmth.

We had marble floors that led to our stainless steel kitchen. On the right was a wall entirely of sliding glass doors. That led outside to our heated pool, which was eight feet deep. Also had a jacuzzi with 10 different relaxation modes. Natural light could come in abundantly, so we rarely used the pendant lights.

None of these things made me happy. On the kitchen floor, I tried to self-soothe. My sobs were melancholy, just like the sound of Blues. It felt depressing and oppressive to live like this. I want to express my sexuality and not be so repressed that it's nonexistent.

I stood up and started taking out my ingredients to make my tropical smoothie. Everything was in my hands; I chose to take charge of my satisfaction. I was done being a victim. I chopped the fruit up with a Damascus Japanese knife. It had a red handle and these wind designs on the steel. When I dropped the mango and pineapple slices into the Ninja blender, you could smell the citrus floating around.

I filled up my pink tumbler and sipped my delicious treat. My body really liked the ingredients, because it was vibrating with happiness. I made my way downstairs to our personal gym, still taking occasional sips. Our gym was very spacious and had every piece of equipment you can imagine. I opened the doors and walked in, trying to decide what I would work on today.

Straight ahead of me was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, and to the right were all the workout machines. I walked over to the left and examined my body in the row of mirrors along the wall. My red hair was about medium length, and my face was extremely clear. As a result of my constant skin care routine, my build was very IG influencer-esque.

I always managed to work out four times a week. I thought that being in shape would make Todd look at me more. Nothing changed; in fact, I haven't got a single compliment in the last four months. I lifted up my shirt to see my stomach; it was flat, of course, but not so flat that I had abs. What am I doing wrong? Maybe we should start couples counseling, I thought as I began light stretches.

I could feel the slight tension release around my joints,and when I felt loose enough, I went over to the Nordic treadmill. I started off walking a half mile, then I got lost in my thoughts. I felt like I was running with way more force than usual. The urge to have a climax was still present, and it was giving me extra energy. I don't even know if that's a thing, but by the time I was done. I had run two miles and wasn't even breathing hard.

I finished up with some squats, because that's a necessity. It's how my ass got so big and round. After four sets, I was hot and drenched in sweat. I couldn’t wait to get in our shower, which had a rain showerhead. The water just fell down on you like you were under a waterfall, and the walls were charcoal and made from porcelain tiles. A brief thought of touching myself flashed through my mind,and it made me smile.

“We need to close on the house today,” Todd's voice boomed throughout the house.

I was walking up the steps from the gym and knew I would have to pass by him. Peeking around the corner, I could see he was wearing a black Tom Ford suit that sat nicely on his body. His silver Rolex was shining in the sunlight as he held his iPhone up to his ear.

“No ,he’s going to take the offer we agreed on,” Todd said, looking into his MacBook.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly, waving.

He just nodded at me and kept talking on the phone. I slumped by and went up to take my shower. The water was a nice reset to my nervous system. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and remembered the happy times. Steam from the hot water filled the room and fogged the glass. Grabbing my lemon-turmeric soap, I washed myself. I tried my hardest to cleanse my mind and my spirit.

I heard the security alarm go off, saying the door had just opened and closed. Todd must have left already, I thought as I got out and wrapped myself with an ultra plush Austrian towel. Our room was empty,and the covers were still messed up from him sleeping. I lay down on the bed, and I could smell his scent, embracing me like a hug.

My hands were on my body, brushing up against my skin. I caressed my boobs and squeezed them a little. His leftover smell was turning me on, and I wanted to do something about it. I opened my towel up and looked down at my perfectly shaped body. I wish he were watching me. I glided my left hand down to my pussy and rubbed against it softly.

My strawberry pubic hair slid through my fingers as I made another pass over it. I massaged my pussy slowly, and the honey spread over my fingers. I brought my hand to my mouth so I could taste it. “Hmmm,” I moaned. It was so sweet and good. I put it back ,but this time I started fingering myself. My body was rocking back and forth against my two fingers.

“Todd, I love you,” I breathed as I rubbed against my G-spot in a come-here motion.

Ethereal

Waves

Sensations

I was feeling so much; as I pleasured myself, I felt orgasmic. I could feel myself about to cum, so I just said fuck it, I might as well go all the way. I got up and went over to my dresser, my heart racing. I opened it, and underneath my clothes was a treasure, my secret only I knew about. Alex,a ten-inch dildo,and I were ready for the orgasm it was going to give me.

I was practically dripping on the floor as I put the lube on it. Sticking it on the headboard, I wasted no time bending over in front of it. I was thinking about the last time we had sex, which was three years ago. He had surprised me with a birthday trip to Paris, and that night he fucked me like I was his slut. When the tip of the dildo pushed inside of me, I pictured it was his dick.

It was so big, I couldn't even go all the way; I could only fit half inside me. “YEssssss” i moaned, pushing my ass back against it again. It had a curve to it, and each time I went down, I could feel it hitting my magic spot. “oooouuu” I moaned, looking over at our wedding pictures.

I started throwing my ass back faster against it. I wanted to be fucked , I wanted to be his girl, I just wanted to make him happy. As I made an effort to fit more of it inside me, I started creaming all over the Dildo. My eyes were locked on this picture of us kissing.

I rolled over on my back and turned the vibration on. With my legs spread wide open, I stroked myself ,and I could feel it coming. The vibrations rippled through me, and the length of the dildo compounded the feelings. “FUck ME” I yelled loudly as I had the most intense orgasm ever.

As I was cumming, I pushed it in even further, and I was shaking uncontrollably on it. I couldn't even move for a minute; it just vibrated against my leg. When I sat up, my bed was soaking wet, and I felt so happy.

Oh My God.....