Red Hot Kind of Lust

The ad described the property as a hidden cottage tucked away in the outskirts of town. I should have sensed this would mean a few extra moments in the car struggling to make sense of the directions, but nothing could have prepared me for the journey that brought me here. At long last, however, I had finally arrived at the address provided by the anonymous voice on the phone. With all my might, I hoped this would be my last stop on my search for a new home.

A blue sedan sat in the driveway which I assumed belonged to whomever it was that would show me this magical place. I had no idea what to expect based on the 48 seconds spent setting the appointment, but I hoped the person would at least be pleasant to speak with.

After folding the archaic paper map to which I had resorted, and gathering up the remains of my hopes and dreams, I stepped out of the car, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again, I could only see red.

Or was it gold? It was both, I decided, and it was lovely. It was long, wavy, thick, and flowed down her back like a sunny stream. Her blue-green eyes danced about as if they knew all the secrets to happiness. Her creamy skin was dusted with a few faint freckles, and set off a stark contrast to the ruby red lips that greeted me.

I was stunned. Who knew such a rare beauty existed in this godforsaken place? Flustered, I extended my hand and stammered out an introduction.

Her laugh! Like the sound of a million angels dancing on stars. It was contagious and melodic at once.

She led the way to the door and hers was the only frame I saw. She was slightly taller than I, with a defined hourglass shape and the grace of a lifelong dancer.

I followed her around the cottage, making haphazard notes of the layout in between longing gazes at the beautiful creature that led me. The place was fully furnished, unlike the others I had seen, so plenty of distractions were available if I could have noticed them.

As we reached the end of our tour, she stopped in front of me and gave me a long look. She reached a hand to my face and I froze. With a sweet giggle, she produced a dainty fingertip garnished with a loose eyelash.

“Make a wish!”

I closed my eyes and wished for her mouth against mine. In a breath, the eyelash was gone and it was just she and I alone in the cottage.

The silence was palpable.

And then she kissed me. As if it was something she had waited her entire life to do. With a foreign passion, I drew her close to me and returned her kiss. I drank in her scent, her taste.

Her hands clutched at me, and I felt her hair between my fingers. I moved my hands to her waist just as she leaned back to look at me.

An entire conversation passed between us in that split second gaze.

Suddenly we were tearing away each others’ apparel like two lovers reunited after a long, arduous absence. Her slender neck rose from between two creamy round shoulders. Pointing directly at me were two full, perky breasts with nipples begging to be bitten. Her small waist nestled comfortably between my hands, and below that was the smoothest, softest, sweetest looking pussy I had ever laid eyes on. I could not wait another minute.

I took her hand and led her to the couch. This time, she was the follower and she played the role well. I gently pushed her to a seated position on the soft plush sofa.

I climbed on top of her, her thighs between mine. I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and kissed her again, longer this time. Her hands cupped my breasts and I lost myself in the softness of her touch.

Her little wet tongue skipped around my lips, playing an erotic game of hide and seek with mine. Her hand slipped underneath me, and her fingers disappeared inside me. My entire body pulsed in response. I felt my hips rotate against her thin wrist.

I pushed her down onto the sofa and looked again at her beautiful body; white, smooth and bare like a blank canvas waiting to be transformed by the artist. I dragged my nails lightly along the front of her, staring at the faint red lines that trailed languidly behind them. She writhed beneath me, crying out for release.

I lifted her hips to my mouth, letting her legs dangle over my shoulders. She tasted so sweet, so perfect. I explored her pussy with my lips and tongue, pleasuring her slowly, thoroughly. Her body shivered and shook as her orgasms took control one right after the other.

I slid two fingers inside her and made a beckoning motion. Her scream rippled through the air as she covered me in her juices. She really was a beautiful creature. I loved watching her lose control as I pushed her over the edge again and again. She was entirely at my disposal.

I would never complain about house hunting again.



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