Having Romantic Sex With a Stranger – Erotic Story

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m staring outside of my bedroom window while my boyfriend is fucking me vigorously in bed. Half of my face is buried underneath the pillow but I’m failing to enjoy this sex session. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up by it. I can feel how big his cock is inside me and how it’s bringing me close to the edge, but if I cum now, it would just be another orgasm.

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The same, old sex…

I listen to my ass cheeks clap against his pelvis as he grunts like the carnal animal he is. He slides his free hand up my stomach and onto my left breast; clamping it tightly with the force of his palm.

“Do you like that? Do you like me grabbing your hair and grabbing your tits?”

I don’t want to say the words that he wants me to hear, so I continue to moan but a little bit louder than before.

“Say yes! Say yes, Evelyn! Say my name!”

“Yes, Lucas. Yes!”

I groan in a sultry tone as I feel his cum spray and fill me up inside. I look at the ceiling and sigh. I think to myself that maybe I would feel a little better if I have climaxed at the same time with my boyfriend. He collapses on one side of the bed and I slowly wrap myself in the blanket before getting comfortable on the mattress. He looks at me weirdly.

“You’re not feeling hot after that session?”

“I’ve just been feeling a little cold recently so I don’t want to catch anything…actually, I’m gonna go to the bathroom to clean myself up. I’ll be right back.

I lift myself off the bed as I wipe away some sweat. The bathroom is dim but clean; just how I like it. I grab a load of toilet tissues and wipe off the cum that is dripping out from my wet hole while I look at myself in the mirror. I can’t help but ponder to myself:

“When will there be a moment of romance between us again?”

In need of some guidance

It’s 6:15 pm on a Friday evening and I’m waiting for my best friend, Claire, to come and meet me at my favourite bar in town. I’m sitting in one of the booths in the building where they have comfy leather sofas with a glass of gin and tonic in front of me. A man in a crisp, blue shirt with dark hair walks across the room with a glass of red wine in his hand. I don’t realise that he’s looking at me until I look up from across the table. I smile back as he wanders towards the end of the room with another group of men. I don’t think much of it, but it’s a nice gesture to receive from a handsome stranger.

Claire walks into the bar from the entrance like a model who’s proud of her physique. She waves at me from a distance and I return the gesture to summon her to my table. Her hair is as blonde as the sun in the Summertime and her dress compliments her voluptuous figure. I envy her, sometimes.

“Hey, Eve!”

She sits down beside me and places her Michael Kors bag next to her hips. As she puts one elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand, I know that she’s after some gossip about my failing love life.

“How are you and Lucas?”

“It’s fine. We’re booking off our annual leave at the same time so we can go somewhere in Europe for a mini break.”

“Aww, that’s nice!”

I know she doesn’t mean it, but I hate the way she sounds saccharine at times.

“Where are you thinking of going to?”

“Not sure yet, I hope somewhere romantic.”

“Who’s actually deciding?”

“Well, none of us have decided yet, but I hope that Lucas would think of somewhere nice…you know?”

“Somewhere you can watch the sunset with a glass of wine and make love?”

My smile fades a little.

“Yeah, make love…”

“I thought you like sex! That’s one of the reasons why you’re attracted to Lucas, right?”

“I do! I love sex, but it would be nice to feel something sensual. Not just fucking…”

“When was the last time you’ve had sex?”

“A couple of nights ago. It wasn’t as long as I thought it would be and he was very rough with me. He came within 15 minutes and he collapsed on the bed while I wiped off the cum on my ass in the bathroom.”

“Is the sex between you always like that?”

“Most of the time.”

A waiter comes by in a white shirt and a black waistcoat; just like what you’d see in a classy restaurant. Claire signals him down frantically as if she was in dire thirst for alcohol.

“Can I have a Margarita?”

“Sure, ma’am.”

Ma’am. I never hear anyone say that word nowadays. My best friend turns back to me with an inquisitive look on her face.

“So, you’re not actually enjoying your time and companionship with Lucas?”

“I am! I just would like a little bit of change.”

“Why don’t you take charge in the bedroom for once? Maybe you should show him how great sensual sex can be.”

Claire is starting to sound like one of those talking hosts for a women’s TV show that consults other girls about how to their lives. ‘Do I need to change my fashion sense?’, ‘Why doesn’t my boyfriend text me back immediately?’ and all of that kind of crap. I don’t want to dabble more into this woe, but to save her and myself from being surrounded in a negative atmosphere, I smile back at her.

“Yeah, maybe I should do that.”

Claire guffaws and throws her hands up in the air as her drink arrives at the table.

“You should always listen to me because I give good advice! That’s why I’m your best friend!”

“Yes, of course…”

I try hard to hold my smile before I lift up my gin & tonic and almost drank the entire content of my glass.

Another disappointing session

I open my front door indiscreetly where I walk inside my apartment and stumble across the hallway. The gin & tonic is starting to enter my bloodstream. I gently take off my high heels and creep up the stairs slowly, where I see the bedroom light is still on. I open the door wide enough to show off my slender, tanned legs. Lucas looks at me with daring eyes and rapidly walks towards me.

“Are you drunk?”

“A little.”

I reply with a grin on my face.

“Are you feeling a little horny tonight?”

He pushes his body against mine as I lean back against the door frame.

“Can I try something new tonight?”

“Like what, baby?”

“Something a bit…soft.”

“Oh?”

His tone changes a little.

“Can we give it a shot?”

“Ok.”

I hold his hand and take him to the bed. His hard-on is pressing against my thigh; I know that he’s revving to go. Leisurely, I straddle on top of him as I run my fingers through his hair. I begin to lean down towards him and place a soft kiss on his lips. He tries to press his lips harder against mine, but it’s not what I want from him. I slide my hand down to feel his groin, but within a couple of moments, his hard-on was gone.

“Are you ok?”

I question him?

“I’m just a bit tired now, can we go to sleep.”

My smile completely disappears and I fall onto my side of the bed. Romance is dead, for me.

Getting acquainted with a stranger

It’s 10:30 am on a Wednesday and I’m sitting in a classroom where I’m drawing a decaying flower. I feel so shit. My moods are still low from the night when I couldn’t be intimate with my own boyfriend. I go to art classes to keep myself distracted from the lack of romance that I have in my life right now.

The classroom door opens and a guy comes through the entrance with his massive bag of art supplies. He looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him before. His dark hair catches my attention in an instant. It looks so soft, I could run my fingers through it all day.

He catches a glimpse of me before heading over to my table to sit next to me. I try to finish my drawing but I notice that the guy is still looking at me.

“You were in that bar with the blonde girl, weren’t you?”

I slowly lift up my head and look at him with confusion.

“I was the guy in the blue shirt with a glass of wine.”

“Oh! Well, hi.”

I am still confused.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to chat you up.”

I chuckle a little.

“It’s alright, I don’t feel uncomfortable or anything like that.”

He smiles again.

“What is your name?”

“Evelyn, but my close friends call me Eve.”

“Eve, huh?”

I continue to smile at him.

“I’m Adam.”

“You don’t find a lot of guys called something traditional like Adam, nowadays.”

He chuckles at me and I can’t help but feel my spirit being lift up.

“Is that a compliment?”

“It is.”

His smile turns into one big grin before he observes my drawing.

“Are you melancholic, Eve?”

There’s something about his voice that is so soothing.

It makes me imagine myself being near an open fire and have someone wrap a thick blanket around me.

“A little, I suppose…”

“I can tell by the way you’re drawing that flower.”

I stay silent for a few moments.

“Do you have any plans for tonight, Eve? Do you mind if I call you Eve?”

“No, I don’t.”

I reply once more with a smile on my face, but I have the thought at the back of my mind to whether he has a hidden agenda or not.

“Come back to my place, we can chat, drink wine and draw more if you wish. You seem like a lovely woman to me.”

He touches my shoulder and I feel a very weird surge going through my body. It starts from the top of my head and right down to the bottom of my feet. I feel something warm in my underwear; something wet and moist.

A romantic and erotic surprise!

Adam opens the door to his apartment. It looks like a typical art student accommodation, but at least, it’s clean.

“Would you like a glass of wine, Eve?”

“Yes, please.”

He wanders into the kitchen as I place my bags down on his burgundy sofa. I can’t help but stare that the paintings that he’s drawn on the wall in front of me. I think to myself:

“Stop getting mesmerised over something that doesn’t have a heartbeat.”

Adam comes back into the room with two small glasses filled with rich Merlot and taps my back gently to sit down, but I refuse.

“I’m sorry, is it ok if we stand for a little bit?”

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah I’m good, I’m just…”

“Just what?”

I press my thighs together tightly. He gently clutches my right arm and his touch made my underwear moister than it was before.

“Drink your wine, Eve. Don’t worry, it’s not spiked.”

He jokes with me but only to keep me happy. I take a sip from my glass and let the taste of the wine savour my taste buds. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel warm inside. Suddenly, out of stupidity and instinct, I swoop in for a kiss. It’s a small kiss, almost like a gentle peck on his lips, but a short wave of guilt floods my head up with bad thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Adam. I’m already with someone and I can’t do this.”

“To be honest, I’m surprised that you even kissed me and we’ve only just met!”

“It was stupid what I did, I’m sorry.”

An awkward silence fills the room up for a brief moment.

“Your lips are so soft, though…do you need someone to make love to you and not just fuck?”

I can’t stop staring at him. But neither can he. Adam takes the wine glass out of my hand, pops his and mine on the kitchen counter and presses both of his palms on my cheeks. He pulls my body closer to him and we kiss till we couldn’t hold our breaths any longer. I feel his hands all over my hair, my neck, my back and my waist as he breathes in the same air that I breathe out.

“Come with me.”

He whispers as he grasps both of my hands to guide me to the living room. A soft beige rug is placed near a fireplace; it’s just like I’ve imagined.

We both begin to undress each other slowly and tenderly. My nipples have never been this hard before and my pussy has never been any wetter. Adam kneels down before me to taste and touch my breasts with his tongue. This sex is erotic but in a sensual, romantic way. The way that I’ve always wanted.

He trails his kisses down to my torso before placing his face right in between my thighs. His lips are the softest that I’ve ever felt in a long time. The way he’s kissing and sucking on my clit has given me the feeling of what it’s like to be loved; what it’s like to be intimate with another person.

He stops for a moment and puts me down on the rug, where we’re both naked and our hot bodies are pressing against each other. His throbbing shaft gradually fills me up from the inside and I can’t help but let a soft moan escape my lips. I can feel his pelvis touching mine as he begins to grind against me. I can’t help but stare into his eyes, the way that he’s making love to me is so beautiful and sensual.

At my surprise, I’m getting close to the edge already. He lifts my back up from the rug and sits me down onto his lap, where our legs are wrapped around each others bodies. I couldn’t control my voice; every thrust Adam gave me, I moan harder and harder. I can see that Adam is getting close to cumming too, but I feel alright because I know that we will come together. Within moments, I feel his cum filling me up as he groans in ecstasy and delight.

I can’t let go of him; I refuse to let go of him. Adam is someone who I’ve just become acquainted with, but after that session, I feel like I’ve known him for years. Yet, a question pops into my head.

‘What do I do now?’

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Zoe Jaspers has worked in the adult industry for over a year, but she has already gained a fantastic reputation in the field. As a writer, she is passionate about bringing the reader some of the most interesting blog content around.

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