A Night To Remember!
As a consultant at Oh Zone Adult Shop, I’ve always been fascinated by the stories people bring to our space. Each day, I meet individuals exploring their desires, embracing their fantasies, or discovering new dimensions of pleasure. Writing erotic tales is my way of weaving these encounters into vibrant narratives, igniting imaginations and sparking boldness. Through my stories, I aim to celebrate the beauty of passion and connection, reminding readers that sensuality is as much about self-expression as it is about intimacy. Join me as we journey into realms where curiosity and desire know no limits. This is a night to remember!
Jasmine Began Getting Ready For Her Night
The night definitely hadn’t been going as Jasmine had planned. Not planned as such, but as she had expected or hoped. She had, after all, left the house feeling like a million bucks. Squeezing her petite frame into even smaller jeans, a plain black tee tucked in with just enough of a plunge to the v-line to show off some of her cleavage. A leather jacket and knee high boots finished the outfit off, but she was mostly thrilled that her eyebrows and make-up were on point.
Jasmine had touched up her lippy before she left, examining her dark skin and darker, and straightened long hair. As usual, she had got ready with her favorite beats pumping, and was excited for a good night out.
Her Usual Drinking Spot Felt Different
But her usual bar was different that night. The whole feel of the place was different, and she wasn’t sure if it was the younger crowd, or the change of music or even the few new staff members running around trying to keep up with the hectic pace.
It was her preferred drinking hole as the craft beer outpriced a lot of guys and usually the freshly legal crowd. But tonight, the music was a bit more chilled than usual, the crowd certainly younger than Jasmine’s thirty years, and there were more guys sitting on their own around the horseshoe bar.
None Of The Guys There Stood A Chance
None of these guys had a chance of getting Jasmine’s attention. Not once she had noticed her, sitting at a small table on the other side of the bar. She was a natural redhead, that kind of colour people call ‘strawberry blond’ when they don’t want to be known as a ‘ginger’. Even with ringlets, her hair still gathered halfway down her back. Her pasty skin was speckled with faint freckles, all the more off setting her emerald eyes.
The very same eyes that Jasmine felt were stealing looks right back at her, before shyly looking away when caught, returning her attention to her female drinking buddy. Her friend seemed bubbly and outgoing, using broad hand gestures during conversation and laughing loud enough most of the bar could hear her.
The Bombshell Redhead Captivated Her
By contrast, the gorgeous redhead barely seemed to get a word in all night, politely smiling and nodding. But as the night and the drinks continued, the mystery redhead was now not only holding her gaze when caught, but smiling right back at her. It had been a few years since Jasmine had been with a woman, not for any other reason than she fussy, be it a boy or girl. And this woman, Liz, as Jasmine would later find out, certainly ticked all the right boxes. Muted red lipstick, green eyes, and a figure almost as slim as her own.
Jasmine watched as Liz’s friend stood, plopped a cigarette into her mouth and headed out the front. Liz took the opportunity to lay a firm gaze back to Jasmine, who was equally transfixed on her. With a quick raise of her eyebrows, Liz signalled over her shoulder, before standing and walking out the back of the bar. Jasmine threw down the last mouthful of her French martini and followed.
Liz was waiting for her, leaving the bathroom door ajar, but blocking it with her body at the same time. Jasmine’s smile broadened as she saw her standing there, and for the first time noticed just how short Liz’s loose black skirt was.
It Wasn’t Long Before They Were Embraced
The door was barely locked behind them before Liz had Jasmine pinned against the cold tiles of the wall, her lips devouring her neck and her own lips.
Jasmine could already feel her pussy gushing. She’d forgotten how much she loved kissing girls. Men kiss with lust, and while she found the same from women, she also thought they kissed a lot more passionately. And softly. No stubble. Or worse yet these days, big bristly beards.
‘Liz,’ she introduced herself between lashes of her tongue. Jasmine returned the favour before biting Liz’s bottom lip.
Her Fingers Entered Suddenly
She was so lost in the moment, so caught up in the excitement, she didn’t even realize Liz had unbuttoned her jeans until she felt the chill of her fingertips sink beneath her lace thong. Her knees weakened as she let out a gasp.
Jasmine rushed to undo Liz’s shirt, just enough to reveal her cleavage, and yanked her bra down. She immediately snatched up her erect pink nipple in her mouth, rolling her tongue around, sucking hard on it.
Liz moaned and shifted her fingers down from Jasmine’s clit, pushing two through her flesh flange, keeping her palm firm against her clit.
Jasmine resisted biting hard against the nipple in her mouth, and struggled to keep her legs from giving way beneath her. Liz worked her hard with her fingers and palm while pulling her head tight against her breast. Instead she lifted her head and bit into the nape of Liz’s neck, moaning through her teeth.
She Felt Herself Coming To The Brink
Liz had brought her to the brink. Every nerve shuddered and pulsed, euphoria taking hold, tossing Jasmine wildly into the sky.
‘Fuck,’ Jasmine whispered, her mouth now nibbling on Liz’s ear. Her pussy spasmed, but Liz didn’t give up, instead she kept up her pace and Jasmine happily rode the endless waves until finally, her legs gave in.
Her back slid down the wall, Liz moved with her, gently slowing her hand to a caress, and returning her lips to Jasmine’s.
It took very little for Jasmine to reach under Liz’s skirt and slide her knickers aside. She was pleased to feel the moist, hairy pussy greeting her finger. Liz shifted position, directing Jasmine’s digits to enter her.
Immediately her fingers were engulfed by the warmth. With every moan, Liz tightened her lips around the base of Jasmine’s fingers.
The G-Spot Was At The Mercy Of Her Fingers
Jasmine’s eyes lit up at the tight grip around her fingers, and briefly noted to herself to pick up some kegel balls soon. She hooked her fingers forward, rubbing Liz’s g-spot, an action met with a surge from Liz and an impassioned kiss. Jasmine could feel her starting to peak, rocking back and forth against her fingers. She could hear her breath quicken.
Finally, Liz tightened completely, before quivering and releasing her grip, her body surging into her lover. As Liz came and moaned, Jasmine grinned from ear to ear, relishing the gasps in her ear, the warmth on her fingers.
By the time Jasmine was back in her seat, awaiting a new French martini, the haze of her orgasm and the quick post coital kisses seemed like a lifetime ago. As she sipped on the chilled pink drink, she watched as Liz returned to her own seat, the pair sharing a sneaky smirk to one another.
She Fantasized About Spending The Whole Night Together
Jasmine nearly spat out her drink when she saw Liz’s friend returning from her smoke.
‘All that in the time it took to smoke a cigarette!’ she laughed to herself. When she took another sip, her fingers brushed beneath her nose, and she smelled Liz’s sweetness once again.
She thought about how nice it would be to spend a full night with her, or many nights even, but then, she wouldn’t have this thrill. This spontaneity. This crazy, unplanned, unexpected encounter.
So she paid her bill, drained her glass, and with a smile plastered across her face, Jasmine left, never looking back.
I Hope You Enjoyed This Story
As I sit here now, reflecting on the events of Jasmine’s night, I’m blown away by her confidence and spontaneity. Inspirational, really, to clutch onto one moment in her and Liz’s evanescent connection to normalcy and make it electric, unforgettable. That is just beautiful about nights like this: the unexpectedness, calling one to let go of the overthinking and plunge in. Sure, she could have gone deeper, but perhaps that was not the point. It is not always about the destination; sometimes it is the thrill of the ride. Jasmine’s boldness reminds that even if only for a night, one should live to the fullest.
Nala Oh Zone Consultant
A delightful erotic prose from Nala. Allow yourself to be transported to a world of forbidden pleasure and indulge in the seductive power of erotic poetry and prose.
Indulge in Erotic Prose
It was just me and one other player
My old friend Tabitha, the man slayer.
The cards were stacked in my favour.
Down to her lingerie, a body to savour.
My own boxer shorts bound to be a stayer.
This hand would define the losing layer.
Her raspberry one piece was all my flavour.
The Ace in my hand was the life saver.
Her exposed body would be my visual buffet
I turned over a nine, my twenty at play.
I was rapidly rising like a parfait.
Ready to unwrap her like it’s Christmas Day.
Already enamored by her feminine bouquet.
She overturned her card without delay.
Two nines and a three out on display.
My boxers dropped like my jaw, I had to pay.
From my ankles, I kicked them to the floor
I could see how much she liked what she saw.
A terrible poker face was her greatest flaw.
She took my thickness within her paw.
And sucked me hard like a paper straw.
I looked down at her technique with awe.
She’s so fucking good, I had to withdraw.
Away from her gaze, like a wanted outlaw.
How what happened next only god knows
But there she was, tossing aside her clothes.
Her legs were anything but closed.
Awkwardness and inhibitions disposed.
I’ll never understand why me she chose.
But as our bodies re-positioned in juxtapose.
We lost one another in passionate throes.
She’s amazing, enough I thought to propose.
We went three times that very first night
And despite being emptied of egg white.
We made love once more come first light.
She offered me her ass, gorgeous and tight.
I accepted the offer quickly without a fight.
We shallow orbited orgasms like a satellite.
But I didn’t last long, anal is my kryptonite.
Finally erupting with a very vocal delight.
Looking for some steamy, sensual words to get your heart racing? Look no further than erotic poetry and erotic prose. These words weave a tapestry of passion and desire, leaving readers breathless and yearning for more.
Allow Nala’s words to awaken the dormant desires within you and let your imagination run wild. Let her create an atmosphere charged with sensuality. Escape from the mundane and indulge in the realm of eroticism.
Grab a glass of wine, find a cozy spot and it’s time to awaken your inner desires and surrender to the enticing power of words. Get ready for an unforgettable journey into the realm of passion and pleasure.
Erotic Poetry
Wet lips kissing
Savouring
Draining me dry.
Aimless hands linger
Ecstatically
Prolong the creamy cry.
You’re a supernova
Scolding
I let my tongue fry.
Air full of moans
Savouring
Draining me dry.
Lost to your touch
Your affections
Spark in the eye.
The countdown begins
Ignition
Together we fly.
Your heat engulfs me
Melting in you
Dripping from your thigh.
Air full of moans
And gushes
In my ear a sigh.
Positions like a yogi
Youthful energy
Forces me spry.
A tangled flesh knot
Ensnared
Never to untie.
Marching orders heard
Right there
Just there, you decry.
Position’s awkward
Convoluted
None the less I try.
You writhe and slither
Coming
Soaring through the sky.
I’ve dreamt this moment
Perfection
A fantasy you supply.
You take me to the brink
Lustful
Sensations I deny.
For hours we create and make
Love
Neighbors, at least nearby.
Fuck the consequences
Those words
Create, what they imply.
Emotions we both embrace
Consequences
Neither of us ask why.
Sensations and elations
Lost within the high.
Holy shit I’m coming
I call out
Me too baby, you reply.
Le petite mort
Here we both die.
Awake come morning
Alone
My room a pig sty.
Cum stains have marked
My sheets
From both you and I.
The rest of the day
I find
Bobby pins and a hair tie.
A black laced bra
A dress
These things that I spy.
The only trace of you
Vanished
Without a goodbye.
A delightful prose and Poetry from Nala who often works as a consultant for Adult Lifestyle stores.
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