Erotica Harem

Hi Pat,
Here ya go. Hope it helps.

Plot:
Pizza, a little self-lovin’ and BAM it’s that fantasy guy again. He sure feels real. Can this be a paranormal erotic romance?

Character Development:
She’s in a good mood and wants to celebrate. The end of the chapter leaves the reader wondering how real dream lover is.

Descriptions:
A lot. May need to cut down just a tad. Up to you. I think you’ll see the repetition is mainly of silk and slid. Both describe. Try to find synonyms to replace the repeated words. Soft, fabric, etc. And slid, hmmmm, well, you’ll just have to be creative with that one. It’s in there too often though. Easy to fix.

Edit Comments:
are in the chapter below. Take what you feel works for you and trash the rest.

My Opinion:
That was some fast sex. So is he real? Is he a fantasy? Is he the next door neighbor? Does he have some magical hold over her? Is he going to sprout wings and carry her away (yeah, I know. I’m a tad bit twisted. But you know that by now after having read so much for me.

Chapter Three: Invasion of Privacy

Cass put the pizza box on the table and opened it. The mingled aromas of melted mozzarella cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and sauce filled the small trailing trailer teasing her nose as she lit two tall tapered candles and turned off the main light. Inhaling deeply, she drew in the mixed scents. Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled but she returned to the bedroom rather than dig into her dinner just yet. rather than dig feels awkward to me. Maybe: rather than eating just yet.

On this momentous occasion, she wanted to feel special. She hastily peeled off her clothes, stashed them in the hamper near the bedroom door, and grabbed the bottle of strawberry scented body lotion off the nightstand. Her hands slid like a lover’s over satin smooth skin as she applied the lotion it, softening her bare skin further. She trailed her fingers over her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts and over her nipples. Unbidden, glittering emerald eyes in a rugged male face floated in front of her mind’s eye. The glide of her hands over her body took on a more sensual aspect and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
Her stomach growled, a loud protest against food deprivation, and she slowly withdrew her fingers from the nest of dark curls between her thighs. Later, she promised herself and giggled.
Shocked at the unusual sound, Cass shot a startled glance at the mirror. She stared at the unusual reflection, surprised that she had actually giggled like an adolescent. Cass rarely, if ever, laughed. Who was this stranger staring back at her from the old mirror? She positively glowed, excitement sparkling in dark blue eyes fringed by thick black lashes.
“Food,” she said aloud.
She picked up the pale blue rep:silk, shook it out, and pulled the garment over her head. rep:Silk slid over her skin, settled against her curves in the softest of caresses. Her skin tingled with sensual pleasure. The fabric caressed her with every move as she crossed the small room to the door. She groaned softly at the pure sensuality of rep:silk sliding easily over her skin.
She might have stayed in that pleasurable haze if hunger and the delicious smells had not enticed her into the kitchen. Seated at the table, she poured burgundy into a clear crystal wine glass, slid a slice of pizza onto her plate, and embarked on her ‘date’. I’d italicize date for emphasis
She focused her attention on the chair adjacent to her, on her imaginary date, as she bit into her slice of pizza. The flavors exploded on her tongue, the cheese and sauce burned her mouth but she only moaned in an ecstasy of enjoyment. Her imagination put her dream lover at her table and her memory added vivid details in cinematic clarity. Emerald eyes gleamed at her in candlelight, his stark possessive stare roaming over her face as she elaborated on her plans for her future. She immersed herself so deeply in fantasy, she could almost see him. She wanted to touch him, wanted him to touch her.
She reached for another slice of pizza, surprised when her fingers encountered only cardboard and small clumps of cheese. She blinked and just that quickly, popped out of her fantasy. She found herself alone with an empty pizza box, a half bottle of burgundy, and soft but mocking candle light.
*g* Oink!

A sharp stab of disappointment brought tears to her eyes, tears she wiped away with an impatient swipe of her hand. The evening would not end like this. She closed the box, glanced at her imaginary date, and picked up the wine bottle.
“Care to join me for dessert?” she invited, putting a husky note in her voice.
She walked slowly back to her rep:bedroom, the rep:silk negligee slipping over her skin like a man’s fingers. In the rep:bedroom, she lit several aromatic candles and turned off the light. Strawberry filled the air, teasing her nose as the slippery rep:silk teased her skin. She settled on the bed, propped by the pillows piled against the wall. She pretended her date sat next to her, staring at her in rapt fascination as she smoothed her hands over her body, lingering on curves covered by pale blue rep:silk. Her fingers brushed her nipples, hard little peaks under the rep:silk, and sharp tingles zipped up her spine. She pinched the little buds, enhancing her pleasure until her pussy clenched. Anticipation exploded from somewhere deep inside her.
She reached into the nightstand drawer and retrieved her trusted multi-speed vibrator. Her vivid imagination, her ability to immerse herself in fantasy, enabled her to perform in front of the camera but her personal pleasure often needed some assistance. She turned the knob at one end of the eight inch toy and, her eyes drifting closed, rep:slid it between her thighs. With her other hand, she rep:slid the silk up her thighs, over her hips, to her waist. In her mind’s eye, her hands became a lover’s hands, rough as they scraped erotically over her soft skin.
The vibrator pushed between her pussy lips, rep:sliding over the outer folds throbbing in time to the rep:toy’s vibrations. Liquid heat drenched her fingers as they rep:toyed with her clit. Anticipation sharpened into fierce need. Moaning softly, her pelvis jerking, Cass manipulated the false cock around her dripping pussy until her whole body vibrated. She pushed the toy deep inside her hot slick channel, withdrew it, and then pushed it again until the need for release, for orgasm, rocked her as forcefully as her heart pounded in her chest. She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, pressed the rapidly vibrating plastic dick hard against her clit, and held it until fierce pleasure erupted deep inside her.
Panting, she eased the vibrator away from her clit. Wave after wave rippled through her, her pussy spasming with little aftershocks. She fumbled with the end of the battery powered cock until the vibrations ceased. It slipped from her trembling fingers, landing on the mattress with a faint thud.
Hands rep:slid over silk and bare skin, over her aching breasts, down her hips, and up the inside of her thighs. It took her a moment to realize they weren’t her hands. Rough and calloused, decidedly male hands opened her legs further.
Her eyes flew open and she found herself caught and held in his fierce emerald stare. Passion blazed in his eyes. Stark possession stamped his rugged face. Gasping, Cass gaped at him. Her heart lurched into a faster beat.
“W—what--?” She stammered, unable to get words past her suddenly dry throat.
Fear tried to rear its ugly head but he smiled at her, a flash of rep:gleaming white teeth between firm sculpted lips. Gloriously naked, he settled between her thighs, lowered his head, and his mouth covered hers. Her lips parted on a startled breath and his tongue plunged deep in a sinuous slide over hers.
Oh god, she thought, drowning in a sensual sea of pure carnal pleasure. She squirmed under him. The rigid length of his thick cock rep:slid over her pussy MIA:and teased her clit as he rubbed against her.
His lips moved over hers, his tongue prowling the moist cavern of her mouth, in perfect synchronization with the tormenting strokes of his hard dick over her wet pussy. The engorged head of his cock slid to the edge of her entrance. He stopped. His arms locked as he dragged his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
Cass plowed her fingers into his thick black hair and tried to pull him back to her. She lifted her hips, thrusting to meet him. He resisted her silent demands, a fierce rep:gleam in his eyes. Everything feminine in her yearned for him: for his possession; for his hard cock to fill her hot[b}comma wet pussy.
“Do you want me?” he demanded, his voice a low growl as his hot breath washed over her face.
A faint hint of burgundy on his breath surprised her. Perhaps he drank wine before coming of to? her.
Her breath caught at his gruff tone and she could only nod. Her heart pounded and her pussy sought his dick but he kept his body poised above her.
“Say it.”
His hard command surprised her, put a frisson of fear in her heart but her body’s relentless demands overrode everything else. Her legs shifted restlessly, her soft skin sliding over his hair-roughened flesh.
“I want you.” She obeyed, lifting her crotch once more against his rigid dick.
“You’re mine.” Triumph glinted in his eyes, rapidly turning to unleashed passion.
He shifted only slightly and drove his hard cock so deep and hard into her pussy, the orgasm exploded through her with shocking intensity. Before she caught her breath, he pulled back and drove deep again. Aftershocks contracted her vaginal muscles around him, sucking him deeper. He filled her, sliding along those muscles, creating an erotic friction that short circuited her brain. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his every thrust. Hands fisted in his hair,comma splice—start a new sentence: she fused her mouth to his, passion rising inside her again. He plunged hard, fast, and deep until another orgasm exploded from deep rep:inside her. He pulled back until the head of his huge cock rested just rep:inside her.
She clamped herself around him but he stayed rigid above her, his eyes glittering like the emeralds they resembled. Only as she floated down from the ecstasy of orgasm did he drive his huge cock deep into her pussy one last time, forcing passage through her slick folds. Hot jets of cum erupted from his dick, more and more until he filled her pussy to one word: over flowing. He throbbed deep inside her until her rapidly contracting inner muscles milked every last drop from him.
He slumped on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as his harshcomma gasping breath mingled with hers. Her heart beat a rapid erratic tattoo in her ears. The sweat of rawcomma hard sex dampened her skin and his. Her hands slid limply off his shoulders and her heaving breasts pressed into his chest with every breath. Silk rubbed between them, brushing erotic fingers over her skin. His cock, softening in the aftermath, slipped from something is missing here to rest in the curls hiding her pussy.
He lifted his head and speared her with his glittering green eyes. Trapped in his possessive stare, she swallowed hard. Fear wormed its way under skin. She lifted a hand and stroked his arm with tentative fingers. Solid muscle rippled under her touch.
Some fantasy, she thought and slid her hand up his arm to his shoulder and the back of his neck.
He arched an elegant black eyebrow. “Fantasy? I think not.”


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