erotic _stories

                                                                                           Bloedmooi

                                                                                                Chapter 1

      We drove up to an old brownstone house in a quiet residential neighborhood. Anne’s invitation to come over had been irresistible, but I had no idea what might be in store for me.
      I had just arrived in the harbor and while docking my boat Anne had offered to help with mooring. We started chatting and I was impressed with her calm and assertive manner. It was obvious that here was a woman of deep intellect and when I asked her if per chance the name of her profession started with psych...., she answered affirmatively. I left it at that, not wishing to inhibit myself by being too guarded in what I told her about myself. There was no doubt that we were compatible and soon I was totally intrigued by this mysterious and fascinating woman. My writer’s mind was being stimulated and if she would allow me into her mind, I was sure there would be an exciting story to be told here. When she invited me to her house to freshen up,
I eagerly accepted and after packing a small shore bag with clean clothes we set off to her house.them
      Entering the living room, I looked around and was instantly at ease. The room was furnished with leather furniture and oak cabinetry. An exotic Persian rug and real paintings on the walls complimented the scheme nicely and it was clear Anne had excellent tastes. I hoped that would meet her obviously high standards.
    She opened a door and four enormous Siamese cats slowly made their entrance. I was taken aback at the sight of these huge long legged felines with their distinct markings and piercing blue eyes. Anne assured me that they were friendly and to my surprise, each cat took up station in a corner of the room. It was eerie, these cats sitting in the corners, motionless like sphinxes, four pairs of eyes following my every move. I was truly fascinated by this unusual display.
    Anne handed me some towels and showed me the bathroom. She was going to make some tea and snacks while I freshened up. I took a quick shower and preened until I was satisfied that my appearance was suitable for the occasion. When I returned to the living room, Anne had made some delicious hot tea and a large tray loaded with bite size sandwiches. We snacked and continued to explore each other. I told her that I was from Holland and was on a trip around the world in my sailboat and related some of my adventures and experiences. Listening to her terse comments made me want to delve deeper into this mysterious mind. Although I am empath and able to feel people’s emotions, it does not mean being able to read minds and no matter how hard I tried tuning in to find a hint of emotion, Anne was too careful to reveal anything that might give me access to her soul. Yet I was comfortable and that made me all the more fascinated with this mysterious woman.
    While we were talking, I felt a soft warm body rubbing against my leg. It was the biggest of the cats who finally decided to test the friendliness of this stranger and when I reciprocated by scratching the cat behind its ears, it started purring and jumped on my lap. Anne smiled and told me that he must like me as he would only do that to very good friends. After some fussing the cat finally made himself comfortable and lay down on my lap. I continued stroking him and the vibrations of his purring were so powerful that I could feel it through my whole body.
    Suddenly, a loud sound outside startled the cat and instantly it leaped to the floor, digging it’s nails deep into my thighs. This caught me by surprise and for a moment I moaned from the stinging sensation. While rubbing my thigh to ease the pain, I noticed a small red spot beginning to spread on my cotton pants. This cat had done some damage and its nails had drawn blood. Anne noticed it also and she showed great concern. She offered to wash my pants before the blood would permanently stain them and fetched me a towel to cover myself while she soaked the stains. For a moment I was embarrassed, as I haven’t worn any underwear for years and even with the towel around me I felt somewhat naked. But if Anne had noticed, she was not showing it. She told me to lie down on the couch and make myself comfortable.
    The pain persisted and even the towel was beginning to show stains where the blood was seeping through. Anne was very concerned and offered to have a look at it and clean the wound.
    When she gently lifted the towel, my skin showed three deep puncture wounds, which continued to bleed. She rushed to get a wash cloth and tried to wipe away the blood, but it kept oozing small but persistent droplets of blood. Then, kneeling directly in front of me, placing her right hand on my knee and the left on my hip, she began licking the wounds as if she was a cat. The sting of her hot tongue made me wince, but she continued licking up the blood and after awhile the pain eased and was replaced by warm tingles each time her tongue made contact with my skin. I closed my eyes and let the sensation fill my mind. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain made me shudder and when I looked down, I saw Anne scratching at the wounds with her long nails. When the blood flowed freely again she drank eagerly and repeated the process, each time digging her nails a little harder into the wounds.
    The pain was excruciating at first, but again, when I let myself absorb the soft touch of her tongue, the pain transformed itself into waves of sensual pleasure. My penis was beginning to show the result of this sweet torture so close to my scrotum and the part of the towel still covering me was beginning to rise with my growing erection. Anne moved her hands to cup the injured area and squeezed the flesh up, so that the entire area was well exposed and the pressure made the blood flow freely again. She placed her whole mouth over the mound and started sucking, softly at first but then more forcefully. Greedily she was drinking and swallowing and when she lifted her head to take a breath, I saw her lips covered with my red blood, a small line dripping down her chin. When I looked into her eyes, they were like dark pools, pupils dilated with a passion I had never seen before in a woman. She whispered in Dutch, “bloedmooi.” and while I had never heard that word before, the meaning was clear. In a sudden impulse I pulled her toward me and kissed her still moist lips, tasting the sweet blood from my own veins. For a moment she pulled away and bit her lower lip so hard, it too began to bleed. She threw herself into my arms and offered her mouth for me to drink. Kissing passionately, I sucked her lip to taste the sweet red liquid, which she was offering for my hunger. Her hand now slowly moved toward my penis and after what seemed an eternity, she embraced my now fully erect member. My body shuddered with every pounding heartbeat and spasms of uncontrollable mating urges made me arch my back, inviting her to continue her manipulations. Again she lowered her head to my wounded leg and again she scratched the punctures to stimulate the bleeding. But now, while she drank, her hands stroked my now fully erect cock slowly and a feeling of such ecstasy overwhelmed me that I could not help but cry out in the throes of such sweet agony. I heard her growl and her head was moving back and forth over the bleeding area. Obviously, she too was in a state of ecstasy, but I was not sure if it was sexual or predatory.
    At last, not being able to contain myself, I released and my cum flooded the towel with such a volume as I had never experienced before. As she kept scratching and licking the wound faster and faster, my body could not stop responding and time and time again my spasms forced me to ejaculate, until an almost steady stream of semen oozed from my penis. Not being able to keep my emotions in check, I growled like an animal and grabbing Anne’s hair, I forced her face down to continue this cannibalistic love fest. For what seemed an eternity I floated on a cloud of sweet agony and lost all track of time.
    Finally, completely spent, I collapsed in a state of utter exhaustion and begged her to stop. Anne complied and after wiping my thigh clean with the washcloth, she excused herself and left me resting on the couch. When she came back, freshly showered and covered in a bath robe, she covered the wound with a bandaid and poured us a glass of Pinot Noir. We drank silently, looking into each other’s eyes. No words were necessary, it was clear that she had captured my soul and I had been converted to bloedmooi.


                                                                                               Chapter 2

       The hoot of a small tugboat woke me and for a moment I was totally confused. Then I realized that the events which had seemed so real, were nothing but a dream. But when I tried to get up, I noticed that my thighs were still wet from the results of this unusual but erotic fantasy. I wondered why I had seen Anne in the role of a predatory lover. She certainly did not seem the type; in fact there was something distinctly angelic about her. But then, she had used that word “bloedmooi” and apparently it had triggered some hidden desire to experience this exotic sexual fantasy.
    Then I remembered that we had made a luncheon date and do some people watching, Anne’s favorite past time. She had even offered me the use of her facilities for the duration of my stay and I had had gratefully accepted her kind offer. While I had a small shower on board, it was cramped and I had only a limited amount of hot water. By contrast, Anne’s bathing facility was huge. It was designed so that it could be used for bathing, showering and even as a sauna, with wooden benches lined along the walls. Quickly I gathered myself and after a little cleaning, I got dressed and hurried to Anne’s house.
    When I arrived I found a note pinned on the door, inviting me in if she was unable to come to the door. Still, I rang the doorbell and waited until I was sure that she was not going to answer.
    I let myself in and after loudly announcing my arrival, I made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door and was immediately engulfed by a cloud of steam from the sauna. Realizing that Anne must be in there I turned, but before I had a chance to exit, the sauna door opened and Anne’s body, completely nude, bent out and with outstretched arms she retrieved a small washcloth from a rack. She was beautiful, her well curved body, adorned with firm full breasts, glistened with moisture and the sight of her made me gasp. I uttered an embarrassed apology, but Anne, not in the least inhibited, greeted me warmly and invited me to join her in the sauna.
    I almost tore off my clothes in my eagerness to be close to this wonderful and surprising woman, who amazed me at every turn with her unexpected behavior. She held the door open for me and as I entered my chest brushed against her breasts. Using all my willpower to resist the urge to take her in my arms, I hastily sat down on one of the wooden benches, hands in my lap to cover the obvious signs of arousal. Anne smiled and told me that she frequently had guests in the sauna and there was no need to be shy, adding that she considered it a compliment when a man responded so naturally to her. With this she sat down next to me and handed me the washcloth.
   “I would love it, if you could wash my back for me Robert,” she whispered and leaning forward, shaking her hair forward out of the way, she offered me her back.
    Quickly soaping the washcloth, and starting at the wonderfully rounded shoulders and exquisite neck, I gently and sensuously proceeded to cleanse her smooth skin, until it glowed with a transparent sheen that reinforced my arousal. Slowly I made my way down over her shoulder blades and further toward the small of her waist. Further down still, over her hips and her lower back. Knowing that this area is an erogenous zone in most people, I paid particular attention to be smooth and sensual as I groomed her body. “Mmmmmm, nice,” she whispered, “you have a wonderful touch Robert. I wonder how many ladies you have washed in your travels.” Ooooh Anne,” I sighed, “actually, being at sea most of the time, it gets very lonely and what you are experiencing now is the result of practice in a thousand fantasies, bur seldom in reality. This is truly a dream come true.” Anne reached over and stroked my leg in a gesture of satisfaction and comfort. Her touch sent tingles up my leg and into my loins. I wondered if I would be able to contain myself and not spoil this wonderful moment of intimacy by rushing or trying to impose my desire on her.
        Anne stretched herself, face down, on the bench and I continued to administer to her legs and finally I dared to touch her buttocks, so beautifully shaped as to take my breath away. With long circular motions I washed the firm mounds and even dared to slide down between her legs to cover every exposed area. She continued to show her pleasure with an occasional moan of satisfaction and when I had covered every inch of her back she rolled over to offer me her frontal side, stretching her arms high over her head to expose herself completely to me. I got up and knelt before her, to be able to do justice to the cleansing of this bewitching creature. Discarding the washcloth, I took her feet in turn with one hand as I washed and massaged them with the other. Between her toes, along the soles and on top of her feet, I used my most sensitive touch to make the experience as pleasurable for her as I was able to. Soaping her ankles, calves and knees, I slowly continued to work my way a little higher, making it last as long as I felt was appropriate. I started telling her about my dream and she listened silently, until I explained my interpretation of the word “bloedmooi” and how it had triggered the bizarre events in my dream. She laughed and told me that it was a new word in Holland and actually meant something else entirely. But obviously she was intrigued as she urged me to continue with the story. When I recounted the way she had treated my punctured thighs, I could feel her body shudder and I was not sure if it was from disgust or erotic fascination. But when I stopped for fear of offending her, she again urged me to continue.
    Happily I complied and emboldened by her reaction, I moved my hands higher on her legs and started massaging her thighs as I related the dream in the most graphic way I was able to express myself. Again I felt her body shudder and this time I was sure that, while she was not necessarily an aficionado of this type of love making, it was clear that she was getting aroused at the thought of using a little pain to enhance pleasure.
    Not yet daring to touch her most private parts, I moved to her belly and using the washcloth once more I gently washed her with ever increasing circles, until finally I reached her breasts. Again setting the washcloth aside I used my hands and fingers to apply the soap. Then, with utmost care not to disturb the exquisite composition of her curves, I gently cupped her breasts and with my fingertips washed every inch of the creamy skin. When I finally touched her nipples, her body again contracted in a spasm and her low moans indicated that she was caught up in the erotic sensations and approaching a state of sensual ecstasy.
    “Robert, turn on the shower, I want to feel the water rushing over me while U wash me,” she whispered in a voice, quivering with emotion, “You are making me feel so sensual, I want more!” Standing up to reach the shower faucet, I revealed my full extension, thrusting outward from my steam soaked loins. My penis, fully engorged and throbbing with every heartbeat, showed little glistening beads of liquid at the tip, some from water droplets caused by the steamy air, some as a prelude to ejaculation.
    Anne carefully dabbed a finger at the droplets and when she moved her hand away, a thin strand of remarkably elastic liquid stretched between her fingertip and my penis, maintaining a gently swaying bridge, occasionally catching a sparkle from the light. Extending her lips into a slight pout, she inserted her fingertip and sucked on it to taste the dew. Somehow I managed to turn on the shower and adjusted the nozzles to their finest setting. The thin jets of water from numerous nozzles in the ceiling felt like little needles on my skin.
    Grabbing the soap, Anne lathered her hands and gently took hold of my penis. Slowly with one hand at the base she pulled my foreskin all the way down to fully expose the now purple glowing glans. Then moving the other hand up and down along the shaft, with a touch so light and smooth that I closed my eyes and held my breath to receive the full impact of this almost unbearable pleasure, she proceeded to wash my penis and scrotum.
    Tearing myself away from my erotic trance, I now also soaped up my hands and started washing her pubis. Her pubic hair, closely shaved into a small triangle with the corner stopping just above the upper cleft of her vulva, drew my eyes inevitably down and when the soap began to leather up I could visualize myself gushing and depositing my sperm over that area. A small local climax sent a spasm through my body and Anne immediately stopped stroking my member for fear of sending me over the top.     I bent down toward her womanhood and started washing her vulva, being careful not to get too much soap inside her as I knew that would sting and possibly interrupt her reverie. Then rinsing the soap of my hands I gently pushed one leg off the bench and thereby exposing the lips of her vagina. With thumb and forefinger of one hand I gently parted the petals to reveal the soft pink flower of man’s desire and bending still lower I placed a kiss on her clitoris. Bathing her with my tongue I slowly moved my head up and down and then allowed the thin streams from the shower to rinse her inside. Apparently this was very pleasurable to Anne as I heard her gasp, then hold her breath as she arched her back and finally release her breath with a long low moan, indicating that she too was experiencing a climax of erotic sensation. I knelt down on one knee and started flicking my tongue, lightly touching the parted lips of her vagina and exploring the entire area to find the most sensitive area where Anne would receive maximum pleasure. I wanted her to drift on a timeless cloud of ecstasy for as long as she wanted the experience.
    After a while, Anne grabbed my hair had pushed my face directly on her clitoris. Reaching down from above, I did to her the same as she had moments earlier done to me and with two fingers pushing down at the base of her clitoris, I pulled the skin down, revealing the shining pink pearl, so precious, that more men have killed to posses this jewel than any other gem. I placed the tip of my tongue lightly on the glistening glans and held still for a full minute. I knew that this feather light touch eventually sends an ever increasing tingle through the stimulated nerve endings until a glow of such intensity is experienced as to block all other sensation and leaving one riding a wave of small electric pulses, each producing a local but very intense climax.
    Time and again I felt Anne’s body shiver and tense as she experienced multiple orgasms. Then pushing the full width and extension of my tongue against her swelling membranes, I moved my tongue with short strokes up and down, stimulating every exposed nerve and in a moment the sensory messages combined to produce a full climax. Anne, thrusting her pelvis forward to receive all of my tongue and mouth, started an interrupted series of moans, increasing to small cries and finally a scream, induced by a feeling of such sweet agony and intensity that allowed her to give herself to total abandonment and experience what the French call Le Petit Mort, the little death.
    I maintained my attentions to her until she pulled my head away from her, gasping, “ Please, Robert, no more, please I can take no more.” Gently I released myself from her and looking deep into her eyes, I kissed her tenderly. “ Oh my god, Robert, I have never experienced such an intense orgasm as you just gave me. That was absolutely wonderful.” I was not in the least interested with my own needs anymore, but felt gratified to have given Anne this welcome gift in return for her generosity and trust.
    We finished showering and spent the rest of the day out, watching the crowd and having a delightful lunch. Occasionally Anne would grasp my hand and squeeze it in memory of the sensual time we spent together in the shower.

to be continued