Nocturnal Emissions, a Smutty Smidgeon!

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

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This is the first in my new ongoing series of very short stories called Smutty Smidgeons. I originally put it on my “Free Erotica” page a few weeks ago but thought it might like to live here too. Smutty Smidgeons is where I will test drive my more “unusual” ideas… all quick and dirty-like. Ultimately, there will be a compilation. This one is a bit of a dark, paranormal confection.

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

Nocturnal Emissions, By Tracey DeSanto

William scrambled his eggs. He used his knuckles, abstractly, to remove the sleep from from his eyes. Yawn, stir, flip… He got the eggs onto his toast. Sipping black coffee, he leaned against the counter and forked the food into his mouth. He was tired. Sleep had been poor.

As he chewed and swallowed, William tried to remove the cobwebs from his consciousness. Last night he’d had dreams. They had been dirty. That wide female from the lunch room… the one with the odd facial tic… was it a wink? She had figured prominently. Her name-tag read “Angela”. William was surprised because he didn’t see her as particularly attractive during the daytime when he bought his sandwich. In his dream she had been different.

In his dream they had both been nude. Angela had bent over his prone body. She’d smiled and held his penis. It had begun softly. She stroked him, pulling him against her soft  body. The jerking grew in ferocity until he came painfully, exploding in an alarming way. Bolting awake, the trousers of his pyjamas had been wet and sticky: a  messy testimony.

William was a sensible man of forty-two, and a bachelor. It had been three decades since this had happened to him. He hid the soiled pants in the bottom of the trash, even though his mother was long-deceased and could no longer root out such things. He finished his breakfast, straightened his tie, and went to work with bloodshot eyes.

During lunch that day he approached Angela with trepidation. She sold him a ham and swiss. When she gave it to him their hands met for a moment. Her fingers were warm. Her large bosom was fully concealed beneath a wide work apron. She glanced at him and winked. Was it a wink? William was startled to feel a stirring in his boxers, so he fled to the far corner of the lunch room. Eating in nibbles, he stole glances at this wide-hipped creature that had infiltrated his subconscious. Things calmed down in his undergarments, but it took some time.

Later that evening, William found himself preoccupied with thoughts of Angela. As he watched ‘The Honeymooners” on his new black and white television, mental images of the lunch-lady made it difficult to concentrate on Alice and Ralf. He was drowsy, but he refused to go to bed for fear of further nocturnal impropriety. At midnight, after the programming went off-air, the white noise of the machine dragged him into dreamland. He  drifted off, illuminated by the glow of the television test-pattern.

***

William stood under the shower and turned the right-hand knob counterclockwise. Cold water beat against his scalp and trickled down his body. As it reached his genitals he shivered, groggy and weak from lack of rest. He had tossed and turned all night. Sleep had been fractured. William’s pubic hair was matted from another nocturnal emission. He reached for the soap, hoping to get clean.

In last night’s dream she had returned. They were nude, again. William reclined on the chair where he had fallen asleep. He was unable to move, as if he was strapped down. Angela looked at  him and raised an eyebrow. Offering him a gentle half-smile, she cupped her breasts and held them forward. Her enormous pillows shifted towards him, pink nipples protruding. William’s penis leapt to strength almost violently.

Angela moistened her thin lips, parted them, and exhaled. Leaning forwards, she pressed the hard buttons of her soft breasts against his chest and dragged them down his torso. Kneeling on the floor before him, she caught his penis between her tits. Then she pushed her breasts together, making him disappear. William shuddered in his soft prison, unable to move. Her skin was cool and smooth. The sensation was sweet agony.

The woman pressed her face down between her tits and sucked him while rubbing herself against his cock. William climaxed almost immediately, with a shout. She looked up at him and held his gaze, jism trailing from the corner of her mouth. There was no mistake this time. She winked. He continued, implausibly, to ejaculate. It was almost painful in its intensity. Angela rolled his dick between her breasts and let the stuff spurt and cascade into her deep, soft cleavage. This happened for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, William woke up.

He cleaned his body in the shower and dressed hurriedly. Late for work, he had no time for breakfast. Upon arrival, he mumbled an apology to his supervisor and fumbled groggily through his morning tasks. He was ineffectual, haunted by thoughts of Angela, nude and winking, covered in his cum. By noon he was ravenous.

In the lunch room she smiled crookedly when he approached. When she handed him a corned beef on rye, she held him by the wrist and added an apple to go with it. Her touch sent heat down William’s arm and directly to his groin. His erection shot up in response. The man nodded, cleared his throat, and fled the lunch room to eat at his desk. He could think of nothing but her nipples against his chest and his endless orgasm. By the time the work day was finished, his erection had subsided enough that he could go home.

On the way William stopped and bought a fifth of whiskey. He drank half the bottle while eating canned peaches. Pretending to watch television, in his mind’s eye there was only Angela. Exhausted, intoxicated, and no longer in possession of any pyjamas that were free of his own ejaculate, he stripped naked and lay on top of his bed. Sleep bludgeoned him.

She was waiting for him in his dreams.

Angela stood at the foot of his bed, purposefully naked. Her female-ness nearly screamed at him. Curly auburn hair tumbled past her shoulders, no longer hidden in a bun under a hair net. The jutting and obscene curve of her breasts beckoned to him above the soft warmth of her belly. Further below, her stubby fingers probed the furry confines of her crotch. Rubbing and pulling at herself, the creature revealed ruddy and eager labia. Her clitoris presided over the activities.

She snapped her slippery fingers and grinned a crooked grin. William’s penis jumped to hardness. He was motionless and helpless, pinned to a mattress in a dream. Preposterously nimble, Angela hopped up on the bed and stood above him, just over his midsection. Looking down, she placed her hands on her hips and gyrated. William gazed up, transfixed, into her cunt. Coy and elemental, her beautiful vagina was pink and furry. Receptive and slick, it winked at him. William trembled with fear and desire as his cock strained against the confines of its own flesh, so hard and desperate that it grew an inch.

Angela dropped on him in one fell swoop, impaling her ripeness on his prick. It began softly. Her yonic muscles caressed and pulled him. Gradually, she bore down, writhing, and tried to push his cock deep into the centre of her body. Her pussy was a supernatural entity, a lake of fire and lubrication. It gripped him and would not let go.

Straddling, riding high, she fucked him. As she drew herself up and down, her breasts bounced and rippled like jellyfish in a current. She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, dancing an ancient belly-dance on top of William. The slap and squelch of the juicy action was an out-of-tune soundtrack to the to the bizarre ritual she performed. She began to gnash and mutter arcane noises, rising almost off of him and then slamming back down with all her force. Her eyes sparked, gleaming red.

William surrendered to the ecstasy of copulation. Every time she swallowed him, there was less of him left. It was a shuddering subtraction, each step bringing him closer to a final climax. Angela’s incantations reached a fever pitch. She barked a command in an inhuman dialect and William was swept into her. He came joyously, willingly, and involuntarily. The semen was pumped out of him relentlessly, down to the drop, until there was nothing left but his soul. Then his soul followed. Swooning, he faded and drifted, losing himself in her completely, and was gone.

The succubus left what remained of William on the bed. She strode to the shadow in the corner and kissed her master. Satan was pleased.

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Masturbation Monday ~ Double Caramel Mochaccino

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my first offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit the site and to read all the free offerings there.

Double Caramel Mochaccino, by Tracey DeSanto

Baby slept peacefully. This was of the utmost importance. A great deal of nap-training had gone into it. She had conditioned Baby to pass out every day, in the stroller, after a fresh-air walk. Janice arrived at the coffee shop. If The Baby resisted sleep, she circled the block, singing “hush little baby” until the Baby hushed.

Janice assumed the position. She had herself ensconced in her booth at the opposite side of the room from the coffee counter. The stroller blocked her way out. She opened her laptop in front of her and got Facebook up and running for no reason. She pretended to be looking at the screen, but she wasn’t. Hiding behind her various barriers and peering over the top of her computer. She peeked at Josh.

Josh was a hipster and unapologetic. The gym had made him trim. His chestnut hair topped his tall frame. He sported a large, sculpted, beard. Josh’s black jeans that snugged around his narrow waist. His blue plaid shirt clung to his muscular torso like a glove. Josh had rolled his sleeves up above his elbows for functionality’s sake, and to show off the jumble of old-school tattoos. He smiled easily with full, erotic lips, and his eyes sparked hot and friendly, but not inappropriate.

Janice had already revelled in the casual interaction of ordering her Double Caramel Mochaccino from him. It tasted sweet, dark, and jacked-up… just like Josh. She suspected he was creamy, too, when provoked. She had chatted casually with him and accidentally touched his hand as she paid. That made her clit snap to attention. By the time she had retreated to her outpost she’d moistened up, wet as a lake. Janice sipped her delicious drink and watched him, imagining his taste.

She imagined the cafe had closed. Baby had no part in this scenario. She imagined that she knelt under the counter as he wiped down the giant shiny espresso machine. Josh, game for fun, kept an eye out for intruders as Janice unzipped his fly and released his penis. It rolled forward happily, stiffening immediately. She found his cock to be gorgeous: slightly longer than average, not too thick, with coy veins running the length up to a firm and flaring head. This was Josh’s cock, she decided.

Janice held on to both of Josh’s hips and kissed the tip. She licked around the edge of his head and wrapped her lips around it. Inside her mouth she tongued him as she pushed her head forward, accomodating more of his lovely length. Once she took about half of him, she sucked hard and pushed back against his hips at the same time. Josh shifted his weight and grunted. He traced his fingertips along the top of Janice’s head and caressed her intimately. Then he rocked his pelvis up and pushed his cock firmly into her mouth, groaning as he did so. Janice opened wide and let him slide right on in. He couldn’t see her bright eyes and grin under the counter.

Janice slid one hand down the front of her yoga pants to address the slippery tumult between her legs. She reached past her bud, and slid two fingers deep inside herself. This caused her to shudder and suck hard. She began fucking herself with the curved claw of her fingers while she clamped her lips around Josh’s delicious prick. She used her other hand to pump him as she sucked. Delirious, she became aware of his trembling knees and low guttural moans. Not, yet… she thought, please… please… not yet.

Janice got her thumb on her clit and rubbed furiously as she probed and pulled at her g-spot. She was close… Her eyelids fluttered as she took all of Josh into her mouth. He held her with both hands and began fucking her mouth with joyous abandon. Josh began grunting, uhn! uhn! uhn! with each consecutive thrust of his cock. She could taste him becoming salty and generous on the back of her tongue.

As his cream came, so did Janice.

He erupted, spurting copiously in her mouth. She held him there and sucked, trembling and shivering. As he squirted his cream into her mouth, she squirted on her own hand, her cunt spasming and pulsating like a flamenco dancer on fire.

She swallowed his cum. He was good to the last drop.

The Baby cried loudly. Mom’s playdate ended immediately. Back to reality.

Janice scanned the room to see if anyone saw her withdraw her hand from her yoga pants. She wore a skirt over them so as to hide the inevitable, ridiculous wet spot. She cooed nice words to Baby and rocked the stroller as she packed up to leave. When she made her way past Josh at the counter she smiled and put a crisp five into the tip jar with her sticky fingers.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

 

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