So... I tried this erotic write-up and here's how It went - see for yourself.

A gathering put on in order to clamp the relations with the society. We have been together for four years now, it feels like we have been together for eternity. He’s doing decently in the engeenering sector and I am surfing over my book and my degree. We have been through a lot, the past few weeks have just had us distorted. We crashed and dashed to hit what seemed like our halt, but the parachute opened and carried us through this dash too. We have moved in together, at 21. For now what our parents know is he is out because of his regular meetings of his biggest project and me thriving my way up along the bunch of obligations that I am to adhere to. Parents are happy, so are we. The little home we both co-parenting in is very homey, the aroma of it evokes nothing but love, the lullabies of it dust us with nothing but ebullience.

It’s not long, maybe two weeks since we landed here. The neighbors seemed good, his colleagues are cooperative, and my studies are in full swing. We haven't gotten the time to get seated and celebrate our biggest upgrade. So, we decided to shed a blast, inviting the neighbors - you know get acquainted and stuff. 

Our home has two bathrooms - one Indian and the other western, one small kitchen, one bedroom and a very empty yet spacious and cosy living room. My bathroom doesn't have the lock, he has forbidden me to - apparently that’s where I flee to at times of crises when I just wanna wail, and he just needs to be under my frail skin - so him being him - No Privacy - I can’t cry alone - No. 

I use his bathroom to bathe though - I don't like risks, at least he has locks and stuff. Though whenever he’s out of the home - I go to mine, because hey! I love my tiny bathroom, I love my shower.

Back to the present, We threw this party and it was in full zone - all zestful. The neighbours enjoying in the music, his colleagues (close to our age, most of them with their beloved partners) were having a good time too - our house was packed with about 11 to 12 people stuffed in it. Drinks were being chugged in the living room, people were in the kitchen, and the fairy lights were just rooting for these youth to love and live in the moment. Everyone was having such a great time. Matt was quite active with this one female colleague of his and I was getting apprehensive than ever. So, it was time to roll my best quirk - a luring attire and my best accessory - my wide smile should trap my man. I went to our bedroom, after a bad wrestle with clothes I found what I was craving. That black dress with a good neckline cut and those fits kissing me in all the right places. I needed to prove to that proactive man of mine that even if he slays in his formals - enticing and rolling around other chicks, I will still have my way to his baby heart. By the way, he was looking like an absolute snack in that breezy black shirt - Formals just fit him so right, he just drives me so restless with that look. After a good few minutes of me layering the fabric on my skin, fastening the zipper, fixing the length, updoing my hair in a messy bun - I went into the living room. The male genre poured the coaxing and I was just scanning for Matt. When in came a strong grip - rolled around my spine and finally muffled around my belly this time. I didn't twist my neck to even check - I knew that odour, I knew it was him, the way his hands wrapped me as if trying to keep me to him - I knew it was him, I knew at once it was my baby. The warmth he was radiating was just phenomenal, both his hand around me, closing on my belly and his stature brushing against mine. I found it a little too cheesy… I mean hey! We had guests, we had people around, some respect… some patience… JEEZ! The smile just got so wide without me knowing, so did his grip - strong and comforting.

I could feel him fidgeting, I could feel myself restless. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him holding me, touching me, kissing me, I felt like a desperate puppy tempted by her mate, but something told me what I was feeling wasn’t prejudiced, it was mutual. I could hear his heart throbbing against my skin, it was just going wild and wild and wild. The hairs on my neck were alarmed, all stood up, ready to brace what was to come - his lips. We have been working like bulls these past two weeks with very less time to cherish with one another - we deserved this moment. The aunts and uncles were escorted out of the door and there were just the young - heavily wasted youth, still dancing and laughing. What best timing could we find? We slipped to the only room vacant - the bedroom. I was looking right into his eyes, eyes wanting love, eyes wanting to cuddle, eyes wanting me. I just beamed wide, seeing us without obligations just made me dead euphoric. It was either the alcohol or my mind that I just wanted him all over me, all for me. He wasted no other second and grabbed my head, nudged it forward and the next thing - we were undraping each other’s soul. He was holding me so tenderly, I was chuffed. 

His hands just knew all the right spots to float against. He just knew my body, he knew how to please it. We started kissing, the soft rubbing of our lips and his hands tasting my skin. The soft smooches started raising the heat, the body’s were daunted by hormones or the alcohol. He was taking the charges today… hmm quite dominative yet tender. I was just getting accustomed to his lips, to me catching breaths when inn slides his tongue, completely catching me off guard. I see him really active today, well be my man and carry me through.

His tongue was hesitant at first, unsure if mine would follow but he invaded my mouth, he was just too inn. I swallowed, unsure of what was to come but I didn't need to, because how can I ever forget I am tied to a dumbass. The trick is to let the tongues dance and flow with the flow, but my man apparently was oblivious, he was pushing his tongue and then he got lost, to be quite honest I wanted to laugh so hard, but I swallowed the laughter and my hesitation. Then what, he tried again, we started again - this time he was more confident, more adamant. His hands brushing and resting on my butt and my hands wrapped around his neck, playing with his ears, his hairs. I wanted a little break to catch my breath, so I nudged him and began to disperse away from him, but this only fueled him somehow. His fingers stretched and spreaded on my fucking ass - like what is up with his hormones today! He was just teasing me, sliding his hands in my private skirt and inspecting and stroking the flesh before they went up to my spine, nudging, pressing me on him. I was astounded but equally exhilarated, my lips widened and I could feel his tongue ruling, his hands trespassed inside my shirt. His grip tensed, I couldn't balance but collide against him. The breast bumped against his chest and his breath echoed in my ears. I restricted the aggressive motion of his tongue and bit his lower lip, he reacted. Wait.. did he just groan? OH MY ! He is a little …. Okay he is freaking clumsy - like legit! 

Nothing mattered, nothing did - he was taking me high, sedating me with love, the alcohol was pressing lust in me, I was intoxicated, I wanted him, on me, kiss me more, tear my soul, let those lips slit mine, Matt the alcohol is making me mad, Matt wrap me with yourself, I can lay like that forever, breath against my neck, pamper my hair, kiss me all the way through, combine this heat Matt, let us go wild Matt.

I don't know but we were inside each other and he just couldn't get enough, greedy bastard and this time when I pulled back, he leaned so hard that it had us crashing on the ground. I tried stopping the disbalance but he tripped, sending me to the fall too. OUCH! My head! But for some reason, his hands were the only thing that mattered, his breath was the only thing I could hear, his tongue stroking mine was the only pain I was feeling. Both of us chuckled even after falling, none stopped. His hands again found the courage to unravel me, he again slid inside my shirt. At first, his fingers were roaming around my ribcage, my neck, my hairs but then they hit the nail. One of his hands gilded against my breast, he stopped the aggressive kiss, I wrapped my arms to his neck and he rested his head on me. We were both panting, one of his hand was around my waist, tucked beneath me and the other resting on my belly. My hands were clutching him. He was on top of me like a cherry on cake, his legs were longer than mine, his arms were stronger than mine, his tongue was sleeker than mine but his heart was fragile, his intentions were golden, his eyes were tender. Matt Rifle, you might have been mightier in this game, but your aura succumbs to our brewed love. We were so into each other's skin that we completely forgot we had people around. Tap! Tap! Tap! The knocks were triggered from outside the door, both of us got up - dusted ourselves and he gave me this guilty look. A look that was pleased but unsure of my reaction. I gave him this disapproving look. He took my look as me disregarding the encounter but It meant we were not over yet, this episode will be repeated again, with me taking the charges. We went outside, did the formality of farewell and then went about cleaning the house. None of us brought the matter.. I guess I will have to wait for my turn?