Pressed Flesh :: extract

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Last week I wrote about my challenge to myself to write more vanilla sex into my stories – and by vanilla I mean sex with no paraphernalia or kink, the sex of two people expressing their desire for each other without agenda.  Sounds rather nice doesn’t it?

Today I’ve finished a scene which I hope hits the spot.  It is from one of my current works in progress, working title “Pressed Flesh”, in this scene Harry and Karen, a married middle aged couple are re-awakening their sex life.  Do leave a comment and tell me what you think, thank you.

Ruby

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Married for 18 years it felt as awkward as a first date but without the driving hormonal imperative of lust. Re-awakening lust was perhaps a more difficult proposition. Harry helped Karen undress, tenderly undoing zips and buttons, placing small kisses on her as he revealed her flesh, tracing his fingers over the contours and lines of her body. She still had a nice figure, but age and pregnancy had filled it out, softened her curves and added more. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had paid so much attention to Karen’s body, the eroticism of slowly peeling off her clothes and revealing the lushness of her form made him want to linger over the ritual. Eventually Karen was naked and shyness overcame them both;

“Kiss me”

Harry stepped forward to her and tilting her chin up placed his lips over hers. Softly, he kissed her. As the kiss grew, so did their confidence, eyes closed the sensations of the kiss was timeless and they were ageless; they were young lovers again, bride and groom, new parents, old parents. Still kissing, Karen started to undo Harry’s shirt and tie, as his hands explored and re-discovered her nakedness. She could feel his cock hard against her, her husband’s evident desire for her increased her own for him and she struggled impatiently with his clothes. Eventually, beaten by the trouser over shoe combination, the couple broke free of each other, Karen slid under the duvet and waited for Harry to join her.

“Socks darling.”

Harry blushed and apologising removed the offending articles. Tucking himself under the duvet next to his wife he felt newly nervous. He pulled her to him and restarted their kiss, closing his eyes and surrendering to the warmth of her response. His hands mapped again her body and he remembered how well they had always fitted together.

He hooked Karen’s leg over his and slid his hand down to her cunt. Burrowing through her pubic hair he found her lips plumped and wet for him. He groaned at the erotic memories that overwhelmed him and slowly kissed his way down his wife’s body. Karen’s breasts spilled across her body, full and heavy and as sensitive as ever, she pushed her husband onto them, keen to have his mouth hot and biting over her nipples. Harry mumbled words of desire into Karen’s flesh as he devoured it with grabbing hands and hungry mouth. He looked up at her, lying on her back, eyes half shut in bliss at this attentions, and knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He needed to be inside her, to kiss her as he fucked her, to show how much he desired her and how much she delighted him.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh yes Harry, this is wonderful but I want you inside me.”

Harry shuffled back up the bed to face his wife. Hooking her leg over his he pressed forward, pulling her toward him as he pushed up into the slippery stickiness of her cunt.   He watched her face as he entered her, her eyes fluttering and her smile widening in delight.

Her eyes opened and he saw them shining with tears. He rocked tenderly, deeply into her. Emotions that he couldn’t form words for coursed through him and he could only hold back so long, soon too soon he worried, he had to thrust into his wife. Karen lifted her hips to him, encouraging him with her body and voice, urging him on with little growls and yelps of delight. And when he couldn’t hold his body back from her any longer he let go, allowing the spiral of energy to snake through him and into her. Panting her name as he pushed into her, his seed pulsing in thick beats out of him. He watched her as he came and knew it was too soon for her, but moments later she was pulling him deeper into her, grinding her hips up to him and he felt the hot convulsions of her orgasm around him, his cock jumped at the tightness as if Karen’s muscle milked him again.

Karen opened her eyes and smiled up at her husband.

“Wow.”

“Wow yourself”

Harry rolled away, reluctantly pulling his cock from inside Karen.

“Sorry it was a bit quick”

“Oh no darling, it was lovely, and anyway we’re just a bit out of practice.”

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TBC…

, , Fucking, intimate sex story, making love, , Orgasm, , work in progress

9 Responses to Pressed Flesh :: extract

  1. Angel April 17, 2012 at 6:22 pm #

    I love it, beautiful. As a middle aged married woman with kids I have been here.. it can be fun and wonderful when both partners realize the importance of it.

    Reply
    • Ruby April 17, 2012 at 6:28 pm #

      Thank you Angel.
      I’m really glad that you could relate to it, it mean’s I’ve done my job well.

      Ruby

      Reply
  2. Lily McKensie April 17, 2012 at 10:42 pm #

    Ruby,

    Your writing inspires me to be better at it too!
    I love the honesty and the deep connection you feel when reading it, whilst at the same time the angst from their situation and the importance that they find their spark…
    I hope my writing can inspire such depth of feeling in others.

    Lily
    Xxx

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    • Ruby April 18, 2012 at 10:07 am #

      Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment Lily.
      I’m so pleased you enjoyed the piece and that it conveyed what I was hoping.

      Thank you!

      Ruby

      Reply
  3. kinkyshoes April 18, 2012 at 10:12 am #

    Interestingly to me it feels very fresh, and different, which I guess tells us something!?
    (did you have to mention the socks though…sure fire way to instantly turn me off… ;-)

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    • Ruby April 18, 2012 at 2:38 pm #

      The socks are the detail that make it real ;)

      Reply
  4. Squeaky April 18, 2012 at 10:34 am #

    I read this with a fond and wistful smile on my face. Ruby, this was beautiful and tender and perfect. And I thought the socks added a charming note of familiarly and realism. ;o)
    Perfect, darling. XXX

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    • Ruby April 18, 2012 at 2:38 pm #

      *blushes*
      Thanks Squeaky.

      Reply
  5. Squeaky April 18, 2012 at 10:36 am #

    *winces at bad proofing of comment* apologies for repetition.

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