Morning/Afternoon/Evening
The salutation is depending on
the time you’re reading this….
If you know Osisiye, you’ll know
his style of writing, however this
is an erotica he wrote. Let me
know your thoughts.
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He was walking down a road,
muddy path; he skipped a puddle
as night takes over from day.
Illumination reduces as the night
is near. Finally, the amber
streetlight throws its glow on a
wooden signpost
His heart leaps; finally Drive
Three. Alas! Its’ a church’s
post-’House Fellowship’ it reads
Some steps away, He almost
steps into the dull green post
that reads ‘Drive Three’, pointing
the way towards a long street
flanked by cottage apartments,
bulbs glowing brightly on their
verandas
As he walks slowly, peering at
the house markers; someone
steps out in a distance-tall, hips
tapering, a bag strung sexily
across her torso-crossing her
handful boobs and finally resting
on her hip.
He keeps peering at the plaque
markers, looking for House 41c-
the promised house.
The ‘someone’ in the distance
comes closer and he notices it’s
her; fair complexioned glory-in a
strapless red blouse, wearing
one of those leggings that show
off her long legs to perfection.
Those wonderful legs seem to go
on forever, uber erotic to look at
especially when she crosses
them over each other, using his
imagination to unwrap them
moving for a kiss with her pussy
lips. Brought back to reality with
her smile, soul searching and
mind decrypting gaze.
They hug and his hands brush
her bare back carelessly, noting
how smooth it is to the touch
They walk down the road talking
about sweet nothings. At the
close of the road, they turn
around and sit in front of a
vacant house. There with the
flower’s hedges and square of
carpet grass behind, they chatter.
She talks about her big brother,
sister, dad and camp experience.
He notices her spotless
shoulders, fullness of her lower
lip, tinker of her laughter and feel
of her shoulder.
Time strolls on.
Night eventually takes over
bringing darkness everywhere,
the watchman’s snore rises
higher than his transistor radio.
She has just finished talking
about her sister’s trip to Paris
and is on her sister’s shoe
collection. He just finished staring
at her back’s creamy expanse,
her color tone got him hooked,
thinking of how light
complexioned her boobs would
be, her red her areolas will be,
dirty thoughts invaded his mind
as he listened to her talk , as they
continued talking, her bust leans
ever so slightly on his arm.
In a moment, he crosses the
divide as he embraces her in a
kiss, she freezes for a moment,
smiles into the kiss and ever so
hesitatingly kisses back slightly;
in small licks.
Lust was in the air, his phallus
was rising in his jeans, the
reason they met at this lonely
place was for them to have a
quiet time together before she
leaves for Europe. Her boyfriend
is a nosy one while his girlfriend
is reckless nag; their partners are
a bit of overbearing folks.
Who would believe that she was
enjoying romance in a silent
street hidden far away from
home with her boyfriend’s best
friend, unadulterated case of lust.
He continues passionately,
tugging at her lower lip and she
finally responds with superior
ardour. Kissing deeply, slurping,
discovering new enclaves and his
hand at her back is grinding her
cleavage to him. Pressing her
bosom into his chest, his arms
go into her bra, bringing out one
full breast and teasing its nipple
with his fingers, rubbing his
rough palm over her areola,
squeezing the liquid fullness and
finally dipping his head to
swallow that toffee of a nipple,
slipping his hands down,
dwelling on the smooth expanse
of her stomach and the sexy
depression of her navel. Then
further down, teasing the light
fabric of her leggings, feeling her
warmth.
He pulled her up from her seat,
her legs loosely around his hips
and he wants to experience
what she would taste like.
The surrounding, silent as a
graveyard.
He drags her up and they lean on
the NEPA pole, he kisses her neck,
ear lobe, sticks his tongue into
her ear and goes down again. In
one fluid motion, her leggings
are pulled down and he plunges
his finger in, tickling her clit,
softly flipping it like a bean. He
kisses her neck same time and
she throws her head back
moaning softly, grasping at his
fly and pressing his hardness
through the denim.
He crouches, parts her endless
legs further and merges his head
with her member-softly kissing
its outer lips, sticking his tongue
in, sticking the entire length in
and loving the taste and firmness
of her.
He squeezes her bum as his need
to pleasure her increases and
knows his erection would touch
the earth if not for the jean. He
loves to kiss her there, she smells
so good, her thighs cradling his
face feel so good and he would
love to keep going at it changing
his head’s position to achieve
different depths but he wants
more; possession, a union. He
rises up, kisses her briefly and
steers her around with her
shoulder.
The sight of her fair bum is
arousing and he appreciates it
for a brief moment, before he
places his hand on her waist and
nudges her down. She crouches
low, her waist depressed, her
bum jutting forward and he
slides in, enjoying every length of
the ride in, then he’s going in
and they engage in a sensual
dance, leaning away and into the
pole, the music-her soft moans
as she keeps her hands on the
concrete pole the whole time.
They continue like this for
pleasurable moments, his
member sheathed wholly by
hers. Their sex became rhythmic
as their bodies became one giant
machine of pleasure, he was
tugging and pummelling her
from the back as she pushed her
ass back to him to encourage
him, while leaning and holding
onto the pole.
His dick was just the right size
for her pussy as he continued
making love to her from behind,
alternating between slow and
fast, she was weeping from the
pain and pleasure as her head
was sunken. They forgot they
were outside, the calmness of
the area was uncommon, no car
was coming neither going out.
They were fairly hidden but
movements would intercept their
love-making.
His grunts, her moans increase
for a moment and they lean
dangerously into the pole as they
come.
Pleasure was killing the both of
them as they made love against
the NEPA pole, he pulled out of
her, still as hard as steel, she
turned to face him, plunging her
tongue deep into his mouth,
hoping to repay his sexual
kindness with soft and wet
kisses.
They disengaged, she grabbed
his dick, stroked it lovingly as
they stared into each other’s
eyes, she wanted to bend and
take his dick in her mouth but he
stopped her, pulled her back up.
He put her back against the pole
and urged her to put her legs by
his sides. He held up her legs
beside him and slowly
penetrated while holding her
thighs against her, positioned
between her inner thighs. He
began to jerk into her, fucking
her slow.
Her facial expression was
expressed in a shut eye, she was
still clothed, her leggings rolled
down, one boob outside, an
erotic sight. The sight of seeing
her boob and nipple sent him
spiral, intensifying his strokes
into her pussy, fucking her more
and more. Her mouth was slightly
ajar and pleasure flooded her
loins. He pressed her further into
the pole as his strokes became
harder, her hands useless by her
side. He began to moan as his
climax overcame him, he blasted
his seed into her pussy, pressing
her harder against the pole as
his cum took control of his brain.
He put her down, they both
dressed up and sat down. The
night air blows smoothly,
bathing them, she sat silently for
a brief moment smiling, he
kissing her neck and they
whisper affectionately buoyed by
the satisfaction of their
discovery.
