Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

by Kimberly Bray

Shanna was bored. She lay beneath Dean, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock buried deep inside her staring at the ceiling. She loved him — why wasn’t this working? She tried to concentrate, helping him by thrusting her hips against him — he felt wonderful, as always, his hard body, glistening with sweat working above her.

She ran her hands over his marvelous chest, which she loved, tried thinking sexy thoughts. Finally, Dean stopped, pulling out of her and flipping over on his back, his shining, hard dick sticking straight up in the air like a tree trunk.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said, rolling over and putting her head on his shoulder. Her hand trailed down his abdomen and she teased the curly hair at the base of his cock. She wrapped her hand lightly around it, sliding it up and down its hard length.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “That feels nice.”

They lay there like that for a while, Shanna stroking him, her leg thrown over his. “Are we in a — what do you call it? A slump?” he said, after a while.

Shanna thought about it for a moment — about how hot things were for them when they first got together nearly a year before, and how things had kind of cooled off lately. “I think we’ve kind of gotten into a routine,” she said, sitting up. She propped herself up on her pillows.

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She could tell by the slope of his shoulders that he was upset. “I really love you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Shanna.”

Shanna scooted over beside him and put her arm around him. “Please,” she said. “It’s not you. It’s us.” She kissed him on the cheek. “This happens to every couple, I think. We just — need to spice things up a bit, maybe.”

At that, Dean rose from the bed, padding off to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said moodily.

Shanna sighed and watched him walk away, admiring his tight ass and long legs. Dean was such a sexy guy — and she loved him like crazy. The best part was, he loved her, too. She wondered if he thought by ‘spice things up’ Shanna had meant something kinky.

Dean was an English teacher and pretty straight-laced so she was afraid that if that was what he thought, she might have embarrassed him. Shanna lay back down on her side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. She was determined to come up with a way to get their sex life simmering again.

The next evening at dinner, Shanna placed an envelope on the dinner table, leaning up against his wine glass.

“What’s this?” he asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

A smile played on Shanna’s full lips. She had taken extra care with her make-up tonight and it was paying off. She could see the gleam of desire in Dean’s eyes as they searched her face, glancing down her long neck. She was wearing a soft blouse that showed off her long neck, her soft shoulders and her deep cleavage.

Dean took a swallow of his wine, his cheeks flushing. Shanna reached under the table and put her hand on his thigh. “It’s just — a little game I wanted to play with you,” she said mischievously. Her hand slid a little further up his thigh. She could feel the beginnings of his erection through his pants.

“Interesting,” he said playfully. He leaned over and kissed her lips. “If you keep that up, we won’t be having dinner.”

Dean saved the envelope until Shanna brought out the special dessert she had made; chocolate-covered strawberries. “Let’s take these in the living room with the rest of our wine,” she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. Dean’s hand came up and cupped her breast. “Come on,” she said, sashaying past him, her hips swaying provocatively.

On the sofa in front of a lovely fire in the fireplace, they shared the strawberries and kisses. Things were heating up already. Shanna loved kissing Dean — he was a great kisser, and it was something that had attracted her to him strongly when they’d begun dating. But she didn’t want them to get back into their old routine, even though tasting the berries on his lips was causing her to become achy and damp between her legs. She pulled herself from his embrace. “Aren’t you curious about the envelope?” she said.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “You almost made me forget.” He scooped it up off the coffee table. “So, what’s this all about?”

“Well,” she said, sitting back and gazing into his eyes wickedly. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

A smile played around Dean’s lips, and his eyes held hers as he used his thumb to slit the envelope open. Shanna could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was already getting into this game. Dean peeked in to envelope, his brows knitting together as he extracted six note cards. On three of the cards, written in beautiful calligraphy was a word. One card said STEAMY , another said MYSTERIOUS , and the last one said FLEXIBLE . The other three cards were blank.

“What’s this?” said Dean.

“Well, my sexy English professor,” Shanna said, scooting closer to Dean on the sofa, “That would be tonight’s word game challenge.”

“A challenge, eh?” he said, running his finger up her arm. “That sounds like it might be right up my alley.”

“Mmmmmm,” Shanna replied. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“So, how does this — um — challenge work?”

“Well,” said Shanna, wetting her lips, “For this evening’s challenge, you must provide me with an experience, an erotic experience that is, that encompasses those three words.”

“I see,” Dean replied. “And what are the other three cards for?”

“Those are for tomorrow,” Shanna said, kissing Dean’s neck. She looked into his eyes. “You will write three words to challenge me.”

“Better and better,” he said, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Dean’s lips were soft on hers, his tongue probing them and slipping in. She slipped her arms around his neck. “What do you think?” she whispered.

“Well, I think,” he said between kisses, “That you are definitely on.” He slipped off the sofa, leaving her hot from his kisses. “Give me a few moments to come up with my game plan.” Shanna watched as Dean slipped away toward the bedroom, looking back once to give her a sexy wink. She smiled at him, happy that her little plan seemed to be working. Already her panties were damp with anticipation.

Shanna sank back on the sofa. In the bedroom she could hear Dean rummaging around. She wondered what he was up to and smiled to herself, glad that he was being a good sport and participating. She had to admit, she’d been worried that he might scoff at her idea, or just feel too shy to go along with it.

He must have been worried about how stale things had gotten, too. Shanna’s heart warmed even more toward her beau. Now, Dean was talking to himself in there. What was he doing? It was all she could do to stay put and not peek in the door.

Then, the bedroom door opened a crack. “Don’t turn around,” Dean whispered furtively.

“Okay,” Shanna whispered back, dramatically.

She heard Dean’s footsteps on the carpeting behind her, then, in a flash, he was tying a blindfold around her eyes. “Don’t move,” Dean whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

“Okay, Dean,” she said, giggling a little.

He tied the blindfold tight. “I’m not who you think I am,” he said. His voice was deeper, with a hint of an accent. “You can call me — Mr. Smith.”