Obsidian Embrace

My husband recently sent me this story, and I thought I’d share. It made me so hot.

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Dearest Sabrina,

I’ve been having this fantasy, one that keeps me up at night, thinking about you and how much I want you. Let me paint the picture for you.

Imagine we’re out on a date night, just the two of us. You’re wearing that black dress, the one that clings to your curves like a second skin. The restaurant is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive wine and gourmet food, but all I can focus on is you. The candlelight dances in your eyes, and your lips are curved in a smile that promises so much more. You order a bottle of champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose as you take a long sip. The waiter brings over the wine glasses, and you reach for mine, your fingers brushing against my hand. It sends a jolt through me, an electric current that makes my heart pound faster. You lean in, your voice a sultry whisper, “I’m not wearing any panties.” Just hearing those words sends a shockwave of desire through me. I can feel my body responding, the anticipation building with each passing second. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.

Throughout the meal, the tension between us is electric. Every brush of your hand against mine, every subtle shift in your seat, it all drives me wild. I can see the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to reach out and touch you. You reach across the table and gently lift a stray strand of hair from my face, your fingers lingering on my cheekbone. Your touch is light, yet it ignites a fire within me. I shift closer, pulling my chair out slightly, closing the distance between us. You notice my movement, a knowing glint in your eyes. You smile, a slow, deliberate curve of your lips that sends shivers down my spine.

As the appetizers arrive, you pick at your food, but your gaze never leaves me. You take another sip of champagne, and as you swallow, you lean forward, placing your hand on the table between us. Your palm presses lightly against mine, and I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable. You slowly slide your fingers down my arm, tracing the lines of my muscles. The heat builds within me, a molten wave that threatens to consume me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation. You continue tracing your fingers along my arm, pausing briefly on the pulse point just above my wrist. You let your fingertips dance over my skin, teasing and tantalizing. Your touch sends a delicious shiver through my body.

When the main course arrives, you don’t even bother to cut into your steak. You simply pick up your fork and spear a piece of it, bringing it to your lips. As you chew, you look directly at me, a silent challenge in your eyes. You take another bite, savoring the flavor, but your focus remains on me. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come. You push your chair back slightly, creating even more space between us. You lean in closer, your body radiating heat. You reach out and gently touch your breast against my chest, your hand resting lightly on my sternum. The contact sends a surge of pleasure through me, making my muscles tense. You hold your position for a moment, letting me bask in the sensation. Then, you slowly withdraw your hand, leaving me breathless.

As dessert is served, you pick up your spoon and begin to enjoy a scoop of ice cream. You close your eyes for a moment, lost in the sweetness of the treat. But when you open them, you turn back to me, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You lean in close, whispering in my ear, "You know what you want, don't you?" You take a bite of your ice cream, savoring the moment. You lean in even closer, and your lips brush against my ear. You whisper, "Let's not waste any time." You push yourself out of your chair and walk over to the table, placing your hand on my shoulder. You pull me closer, and we move towards the back of the restaurant. You lead me through the crowded tables, ignoring the curious glances of other diners. You stop in front of a secluded booth, and you pull out your jacket, offering it to me. You slip your arms through the sleeves, and you pull me into the booth, wrapping your arms around me in a warm embrace. You lean in, kissing my neck, your tongue teasing and tantalizing. I respond eagerly, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in each other.

As we continue to kiss, you begin to unbutton your dress, slowly revealing more and more of your skin. The fabric slides down your body, pooling around your legs. You look up at me, a look of pure anticipation in your eyes. You slowly begin to pull your dress further down, until only your bra remains. You reach out and gently stroke my chest, sending shivers down my spine. You take off your bra, revealing your bare breasts. They are perfectly formed, smooth, and inviting. You lift one of your breasts, pulling it towards you. You gently tease your nipple against my lips, sending a wave of pleasure through me. You continue to explore my lips with your nipple, intensifying the sensation. You slowly lower your other breast, letting it hang loosely in your hand. You begin to tease and caress your breasts, making me gasp for air. You pull your hand away, leaving me breathless. You take my hand and gently trace the line of my body, exploring every curve and contour. You trace your fingers along my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and finally, you reach my groin. You slowly begin to unbutton my pants, revealing my bare body. You reach down and gently stroke my penis, sending a wave of pleasure through me. You slowly and deliberately begin to insert your finger into my urethra, teasing and tantalizing me. As you continue to stroke my penis, you pull me closer, deepening the sensation. You begin to use your hand to stimulate my clitoris, making me moan and writhe in pleasure. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in the moment.

The heat between us intensifies as we continue to explore each other’s bodies. You pull me closer, wrapping your arms around my waist. You lean in close, kissing my lips, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and finally, your tongue dances across my clitoris, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation. You continue to stimulate me with your tongue, teasing and tantalizing me until we both reach the brink of orgasm. The waves of pleasure wash over us, making us gasp for air. You pull away, and you look at me, a look of pure satisfaction in your eyes. You slowly begin to unbutton my pants completely, revealing my naked body. You reach down and gently stroke my penis again, sending another wave of pleasure through me. You slowly and deliberately begin to insert your finger into my urethra, teasing and tantalizing me. As you continue to stroke my penis, you pull me closer, deepening the sensation. You begin to use your hand to stimulate my clitoris again, making me moan and writhe in pleasure. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in the moment. We both reach the edge, and we lose control, our bodies convulsing with pleasure. You pull away, and you look at me, a look of pure bliss in your eyes. You slowly begin to unbutton my pants completely, revealing my naked body. You reach down and gently stroke my penis again, sending another wave of pleasure through me. You slowly and deliberately begin to insert your finger into my urethra, teasing and tantalizing me. As you continue to stroke my penis, you pull me closer, deepening the sensation. You begin to use your hand to stimulate my clitoris again, making me moan and writhe in pleasure. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in the moment. We both reach the edge, and we lose control, our bodies convulsing with pleasure. You pull away, and you look at me, a look of pure ecstasy in your eyes. The final wave of pleasure crashes over us, leaving us breathless and exhausted. We lie there, naked, intertwined, our bodies still connected in the most intimate embrace. The city lights twinkle in the distance outside our bedroom window, as the world fades into the background. The only thing that matters is the two of us, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating as one.

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