An Erotic Story of a Torrid Love Affair
"Chasing Rainbows," a sex story by Karyn Vincent
It is late and I can’t sleep. I toss and turn, restlessly listening to the sound of rain pattering softly against my bedroom window. I am hot, my skin feeling too tight on my bones. My body aches for that sweet oblivion, which eludes me hour after hour, but every time I close my eyes, I see his face. I don’t want to think about him because I know it is wrong. “Never again,” resonates like a lost echo through the canyons of my mind. Yet there he is, as always, a wildfire waiting to consume my dreams.
He doesn’t belong to you, I tell myself for the millionth time and roll over in frustration. Tiny beads of perspiration form and cling to my forehead and chest, tickling my neck, and illuminating my olive skin. My ribbed white tank top sticks uncomfortably to my back, pasted against the length of my spine while a valley of fire burns helplessly beneath my red cotton panties. Is the room getting hotter? I wonder. The walls feel as if they are closing in and the air is thick and hard to breathe. I can’t seem to hold still, can’t get comfortable. My legs are tangled in sheets and my inner thighs are slick with sweat.
Lying close to me, the solid warmth of my husband Aidan is comforting as his chest rises with the rhythm of his breathing, slow and deep. Yet he is unreachable; as far away as the moon, set adrift in the liquid serenity of his dreams. I want desperately to join him there, to sail off together into the distance, two black fluid shadows merging into one, floating under the stars on an ocean of peace. I try to relax, force my lungs to imitate his steady breath, inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…but my thoughts keep returning to him.
I see his eyes, like twin flames, burning brightly into mine. Heat flashes like lightning between us. I almost hear his voice, reaching out to me from within the darkness, seeping like water through the walls of my resistance. His words flowing over me like honey.
“I've never been able to look into someone’s eyes before like I can into yours, I always turn away in discomfort and it hits me, sending shivers up my spine.
“The image of your soft skin, your smell, the way you stand, the way you walk, the way you move, your voice, the things you say, the way you say it, the look in your eyes, the way you smile, the way your hair falls across your face, the friction between our bodies as you walk past, make it impossible not to have these thoughts continually invading my mind.
“I want to slowly strip the clothing from your body piece by piece. I see it falling to the floor, my hands caressing your bare skin.”
I’m in love with the way Jeff talks to me, the way he splits open his heart, spilling forth brilliant colors into my cupped hands like water to drink. I yearn for his attentions, even if it’s only the subtle peeks down my shirt when his wife isn't looking.
She told me once while we were shopping and our children laughed together in the back seat of her minivan, that she thought he might have a crush on me. I laughed it off with an innocent shrug, but the truth of it curdled in my stomach and guilt rose like bile in the back of my throat. Everyday I resolve to let him go, for her sake, for Aidan’s. I will be the better friend. I will be the dutiful wife. I will be stronger. I will not think about him, ask about him or talk to him any longer. Never…
Until the next time, when he sits down beside me in his cool vintage t-shirt stretched tightly across his shoulder blades and fall back into my imagination, watching myself pull it off over his head, while his muscular body pins me like a butterfly against the wall. He moves in slow circles around me, just close enough to touch, testing me, pushing me, pulling me back, proving me as weak as a junkie. He haunts my nights with hopeless dreams. Clutching my pillow tightly, I wonder if I put it over my head, could it block him out?
“Hands and fingers glide like a feather up and down your back...soft moans, excited breathing. I haven't gone 60 seconds without thinking of you...”
Funny, I think, how one text changed it all, how it had lead to more, how easy it was to go from routine flirtation to unbreakable addiction. I noticed his green eyes growing bolder with each passing day, taking me in, holding me in his stare, daring me to look away. But with courage and conviction, I held his intimate gaze. Inside his eyes I watched myself come alive again, felt my senses reach out and bloom like a rose in a forgotten garden. I wanted this, needed it like a drug. Each message was another fix, each chat like a high.
“Do you ever touch yourself only to discover that you are already wet? I want to hear how much you like it, I like to know how my words impact you. What do you like having done to you the most? Now tell me, what do you like having done the most to your pussy...”
I flip over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. What's wrong with me? I love Aidan. Aidan is all I need, and everything I could ever want. But sometimes, I want to play outside in the rain, to run through it, to dance in it, feel it soak my hair and skin. I want to splash in the puddles, chase rainbows and laugh like a child in wild abandonment. I want to be undaunted, uninhibited and unafraid. I want to be free.
Aidan always knows before I do; he can sense the oncoming storm, feel it aching in his bones. He sees the steel clouds gathering ominous in my eyes and hears the thunder rolling through my soul. Aidan waits patiently before he calls for me to come inside. I am chilled to the bone, teeth chattering, lips blue. The water is getting deeper, I turn to him, reaching out, but it's too late, I am already swept away...
“I want to kiss you, slip my tongue in and out of your mouth, while my fingers explore, feeling you on the inside, sliding in and out of your pussy, massaging your clit until you soften and shudder against my palm, swallowing the quiet moans escaping your precious lips.
“I want to look into your eyes, those seductive, shining eyes, that tell me you want me to grab you, take you right here, right now. Or is it that you want to take me, sinking your nails deep into my flesh. I want you to see my fingers, glazed in your light, see me take them all the way into my mouth, and suck every last bit of your delicious radiance from them.”
The room is stifling. Steam is rising up from my body. My core tightens, heart-pounding, blood flaming through my veins, as my hand inches downward over my taut stomach. The pulse between my legs quickens, as my fingers slip down past my waistband. Trailing down beneath the moist red fabric, running through black flossy curls, before dipping into the throbbing source of my torment. The air is moving in slow currents around me, swirling promises like trash in the wind.
“I lower my head between your legs, savoring the smell of your wet desire. I want to spread you open, see your inner lips and your cum, such sweet dripping candy covering my insistent tongue... I want to feel you pull my head deep into your heat, tongue pressed flat against your erect clit, while my fingers continue to enter you, seeking out your mystery."
My legs fall open. One by one the layers of my defense smolder into ash. I need his touch, crave his hand to fist my long black hair, pulling my hungry mouth to his, kissing me with wet unabashed kisses, sucking my neck and licking my ears. I want to feel his smooth demanding hands roughly pull my panties down and bend me over, taking me from behind, while they are still stretched around my thighs. My nipples stiffen with anticipation, and I pinch them hard between my fingers. Lightning bolts through my body, flashing arcs of blue and white, sizzling under my soggy fingers. I pretend my fingers are his, exploring deeply, thrusting into the slick confines of my fragile darkness. I bite my lower lip and arch my back, tipping my hips into the air.
Afterwards by Lee Jones available from Obsession Art
Aidan stirs, adjusting his pillow. Abruptly I am still. Have I been caught? Has he been awake this whole time, listening? What will he say? What will I say to excuse what he has discovered? I squeeze my eyes shut and try to quiet my heavy panting. I wait to hear his voice cut through the rushing in my ears, but it never comes. I wait impatiently until the in and out of his steady breath assures me that he is still asleep. I can no longer ignore the urgency screaming inside my body and slip back without resistance.
“The tip of my tongue licks harder and faster, I see your toes curling, not yet...hold it. My body hovers over you as I slide down in between your legs, rubbing my chest against your soaking wet lips. Do you want me to fuck you?” You don’t answer me. “ I know you do, but I want to hear you say it, beg for it, trembling. Say it.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, into the night.
“Since you’re begging me, I take my cock in hand and slide it between your glistening lips, up and down the rounded curve of your sex, teasing your swollen clit with the head of my rigid organ. Unable to maintain control any longer, I lower my body down onto yours, plunging my hard cock inside as deep as it can go, then ever so slowly, back out. In and out, in and out…”
The pressure is building as I trace the contours of my soft inner folds, just like silk and velvet and as pink as a seashell. I squirm as my fingers stroke the source of my passion. Soon there will be nothing left, no choice but to surrender. My pleasure explodes and I am burned alive, engulfed in the flames of forbidden bliss.
“We share the same intense rhythm of breathing, sharp and quick, so rapid you can barely speak. I pull your ass back harder and harder as I dive deeper and deeper into your secret realm. The sound of wet slapping and moaning accompany each other like a beat and a melody, in a beautiful song of sex. A quivering sensation shoots over and over again, my sweetest self bursting from within me into you.”
My thighs clench. My pussy shudders uncontrollably as its release is found, gushing against my eager fingers.
“With my chin resting on your shoulder, I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you against me, my dick is still inside you, covered in our desire. We lie in each others arms, nothing else exists except for me and you.”
I lie there shaking, sweat drenched and satisfied, but want to cry. I curl my body around the safety of Aidan and shut my eyes tight. At long last my consciousness is untethered. The next day Aidan brings me my coffee in bed, sprinkling my face with soft morning kisses. Through the open curtains I can see that the storm has passed. Bending across the sky, a shimmering rainbow has risen up high over the mountains. He smiles at me and lovingly, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Sleep well?” he asks. I just smile vaguely and sip my coffee, careful to keep my eyes straight ahead, staring out the window and avoiding his gaze. He tilts my chin upward to meet his hazel eyes, lit like the sun, beaming with the light of love. “I love you,” he says. “You know that, don’t you?” I nod, unable to speak. My throat constricts, and tears spring to my eyes. “I love you no matter what,” he continues, handing me my phone. My heart drops into my stomach. I open it slowly; the messages have been deleted.
Originally published July 2010