Erotica: different erotic short stories

Into the woods part 1

Dita took delivery of one large box and a small heart shaped box, both expertly wrapped from the courier service and with a flare of excitement took the stairs of her home two at once to her bedroom to check exactly what was inside.

She had been talking to the Lone Ranger on the erotic fiction site she wrote for via Email for several weeks now.

What had started as a general communication between an author and a reader, who enjoyed her work and had similar s****l interests, had blossomed in the last fortnight. More recently he had pushed the boundary of their fledgling friendship to the next level by stating, quite frankly the real reason he had made contact with her in the first place and the hopes of a “friends with benefits relationship” he had harboured for some time, should they ever meet.

He had known from reading her stories they would certainly be compatible. Early on whilst chatting and getting to know each other to make absolutely sure, he had asked her for a photograph. Nothing dirty or x rated just a normal photograph to be absolutely sure he could find the real person behind the keyboard just as desirable as her stories made him feel.

He liked what he saw instantly; she was stood astride a bicycle on Felixstowe promenade, her local seaside town. She looked petite and in his opinion a perfectly formed woman in her mid forties, but could easily pass for someone at least five years younger.

He immediately noticed her good skin, chin length pale red bobbed hair that in the sunlight of the photograph looked almost strawberry blond. Large enquiring grey/blue eyes stared out at him, a half smile formed on her soft supple looking mouth.

Her figure also pleased him, she was not muscular or toned in any way but an average size 12 with small pert breasts, what looked like good firm legs and a small cute ass.

As he felt his c**k flicker and stand to attention in his boxer shorts at the sight of her he took the plunge and sent her a picture of himself, again nothing too revealing just an everyday shot of him stood by his car. It would not do to behave like some ham fisted juvenile and send a naked pic with a detailed coarse description of how he wanted to f**k her, no that would not do at all. He had gotten the impression from her loud and clear, anything like that and she would be off like a shot, and he would be blocked, the opportunity to meet her snatched from his grasp, just like that.

Relief flooded through him as within five minutes she replied, and the outcome was the one he wanted. She would meet him, for she too liked what she saw. Dita had a firm expectation of what she wanted from a lover, even for a one off like this.

Age was irrelevant to her, however he needed to be dark haired, clean-shaven, preferably a non-smoker with a good trim body and half a knowledge and experience of what he was wanted to do. So far he was ticking all her boxes with the information he had disclosed about himself.

He claimed to be a divorced businessman with a number of private s*x/swingers clubs in southern England. His most popular one was in Soho, West London.

These clubs earned him enough money to drive a Porsche and keep a holiday home in Norfolk, only one county away from where Dita lived. He had plenty of spare time too, having staff and managers run the places for him without having to constantly be in attendance.

He also claimed through being involved in the s*x industry, to be extremely experienced in the art of s*x and how to please a woman. He also liked a woman who pushed her boundaries and in turn could pleasure him according to specifications he set them with no questions asked or commitment expected.

Dita did not have time for a relationship either and had had her share of the big talkers but no real action in the past. She needed a mans man now, a man who could walk the walk and talk the talk, face up to her instead of fearing her once they discovered how sexually adventurous she really was.

She needed a man to take her in hand and match her need with actions rather than empty words and promises. She had had her fill from previous men she had encountered over the years that had been nothing in the end but men’s magazine fantasists and porn channel dreamers. They never quite fulfilled her or lived up to how they had said things would actually be. It often ended in an anti-climax and there were one or two who had lost their nerve completely and chosen to disappear before they had even got as far as the bedroom door.

So this man had proved to be quite a revelation. After reading her stories he had not run, he had pursued her more than ever, nothing she said in conversations about what kind of s*x she liked or the fetish/kink she enjoyed seemed to faze him – so far.

It was agreed that they would meet at dusk, a little after 10.30pm in the outer car park at Rendlesham Forest.

The lateness of the hour would make sure any dog walkers, families out for a stroll or cyclists using the biking trails throughout the forest would be long gone.

The only others they may come across would be people like themselves, couples looking for al-fresco fun or swingers, people there for the same reason with no questions asked.

This location was also local for Dita. A longer drive for him coming from the county of Norfolk but well worth it he surmised for what they had agreed would take place in this one off, no strings encounter. He had planned to see her again but only if she lived up to her own hype and he felt comfortable and satisfied with her, as he too had had his share of women over the years talking the talk but rarely walking the walk.

During conversations and setting the rules of this engagement Dita had agreed to be instructed/submissive to him. He laid out his requirements of her and she readily agreed. Being of a domineering and controlling nature in general this suited him immensely.

His fantasy was to dress her right down to the shoes she wore. He would buy these items and send them to her along with a note reminding her of his own requirements from her which generally consisted of subservience, to only speak when spoken to and to follow the Instructions they had discussed competently and compliantly.

Once there she would undress down to the underwear he had selected, she would then proceed with the s****l act he had requested of her and the fun would begin.

When done he would pleasure her, if and only if she had pleased him. He would not explain what he would do to her as he claimed that would spoil the surprise and she would only get it if she had earned it he reminded her, and they had left it at that.

Regardless he would still walk her safely to her car and leave afterwards, no goodbyes, no hugs, just leave until the next time, if both felt a next time was of mutual interest to them of course.

This was always a risk, to ask a woman for casual s*x was one thing, to then ask them to do it completely on your terms with little to no regard for their own satisfaction quite another. Yet she had surpassed his expectations and agreed claiming she would be most satisfied and would achieve her own s****l high herself simply from doing all that he had asked and taking part.

So here they were, the day had come. It was a hot, sticky end of August day, dry with little humidity and not a cloud in the sky, only a full moon due tonight to light their way. It was perfect weather for outdoor s*x once darkness fell and the intensity of the suns heat had subsided.

Dita closed her bedroom door, placed the boxes on her bed and leisurely pulled the brown parcel tape apart with her short freshly manicured nails and laid the contents out on her bed.

There was a short traditional Chinese style Qipao scarlet silk dress with a stiff collar and side split that ran from her thigh to the floor, that buttoned up the front and across to her shoulder and a pair of cream ballet style slipper shoes.

Next under a cover of black tissue paper were the more “interesting” items.

A scarlet rigid steel boned corset with black lace trim that fastened with black ribbon. No knickers, just a suspender belt and cream silk stockings.

Once those items were removed Dita saw an envelope with her name beautifully written on the front in a blue fountain pen which she picked out and opened up.

“My dearest Dita

I hope this note finds you well.

As you know I am quite fussy about my wants and requirements from this evening and I know we have discussed all of this via email, but feel I must note it down for you, just to make sure everything goes as planned and we are both satisfied.

Be sure to wear everything in this box, I have carefully selected each item for you with great care. You will as agreed wear no make up of any kind, perfume or jewellery.

I also expect to see pubic hair, bald women down there are a complete turn off.

You are a woman not a child, so I hope you have heeded my request that I have mentioned before and left that area well alone.

As agreed you will not speak unless spoken to. As soon as I am ready you will pleasure me as we have agreed and already spoken about.

Dita, I do not expect you to disappoint me, and I will certainly not disappoint you.

Please me and I will reward you by pleasing you in ways you never thought possible.

You will find another little gift from me in the smaller box, it relates to something used by one of your characters in one of your stories with a little twist added for fun. I hope you like it and expect you to wear it at all times, even on your journey to meet me.

Until tonight…Lone Ranger”

A finger of fear ran a trail down her spine now as she held the tip of the letter to her smiling lips, tangible erotic fear of what was to come once he had her in his presence, simply divine.

Quickly now she opened the heart shaped box and was most pleased and amused to see a four inch butt plug. “The desire for something different story ” she laughed to herself, he really had read them all. Only this plug came with a fox tail attached which would run down her thighs and sit just at the back of her knees once she had put it in. Dita ran her hand over it with pleasure and took it to the bathroom as she ran herself a good hot bath and prepared for the evening ahead.