The Postman; Wicked Wednesday #290 NSFW

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The Postman
NSFW Erotic Fiction
Wicked Wednesday #290
Marathon theme

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Claire was washing the dishes, part of her usual morning routine. Her blonde hair was still wet from taking a shower she would dry it after getting the kitchen done. Wearing a singlet and her undies she was comfortable and cool in the warm house and looked good, her legs were smooth and shaven. Looking down at the dishwater her hands were in, she felt a little disgusted at the murky colour of the water.

She’d had guests last night and the extra dishes made her wish the dishwasher was working. She glared at it, “stupid thing,” she muttered aloud to herself. Nobody else was home, Peter was away training for his marathon, the second he’d done in a few months. She was starting to feel neglected, his absence was beginning to annoy her. She was proud of him but didn’t expect him to be away from home so much of the time. Her needs weren’t getting met and she had been grumpy.

Thinking about it she wondered if hysteria was a real and not just made up, she sure had been frustrated lately and easily pissed off. Just thinking of how long it had been since she’d had sex made her think about sex, about him going down on her flicking his tongue over her hard clit, fingering her with his long fingers.
Mmmm she moaned subconsciously, shit she thought, I am frustrated. She hurried to finish the dishes.

Deciding to herself it was time to take matters into her own hands. Nobody else was around and she needed a release, even the decision to masturbate gave her a small taste of relief. Now she let her mind wander, the guy from the post office down the street was hot. She had noticed him a few times lately and seen him delivering her mail. She allowed herself to fantasize about him, when she thought about what James would think she just included him in her fantasy and imagined having a three-way with them both catering to her desires. She would love to have two men at once, her face serious now, was full of lust, wishful thinking. She pulled the plug from the sink and dried her hands on at tea towel.

Her body was needy, aching for some stimulation. She didn’t make it to the bedroom, just stood there next to the bench and let her hand roam. It slid under the thin fabric of her underwear down past the little tuft of hair to the bump she rubbed and let her fingers circle. She felt the moisture as her pussy tightened, her body was hungry she thought about the two men fucking her, one licking her while the other took her from behind.

Her fingers crept down reaching the warm, wetness, she ran her finger around the opening, teasing herself until she was sore. Letting her hand run smoothly further back she stroked the outside of her butt, pressing on the tight little hole that opened slightly at her touch. In her mind she would get fucked everywhere. Wondering what it would feel like to have them both at once made her hurt for it. She traced her finger back to her pussy and pushed it into herself getting it wet with a few strokes and pulling it out to rub herself again stroking the wetness all around as she went in and out rubbing herself up and down pausing at each end to give herself some relief.

Her clitoris was getting bigger and she needed more, realising she was holding on to the bench she lowered herself onto the cool tiles on the kitchen floor leaning her back against the cupboard door. She let her other hand explore, first feeling her breasts, stroking them one at a time, playing with her erect nipples, wishing she had someone to bite them. She let it sweep over her stomach down into her undies to take care of her throbbing mound, pressing and stroking, now hard her clit pulsed with pleasure. She continued fingering as deeply as she could, rubbing on her g-spot which was soft and smooth now she was so turned on. She knew she could cum at any moment. Both her hands were busy, moving fast, desperately trying to please herself.

She wished the postman would deliver her something right now, maybe he could smell the sex on her and would offer to join in. Ian was his name, she thought about Ian and Peter together both pushing in and out in unison working together to get her to climax. The thought of it was too much her hands started to move faster, the pressure growing. She pinched her hood with two fingers as they rubbed back and forth with the middle finger tickling the protruding hard clit. Her pussy was almost dripping she felt her pussy get wetter as she kept going. She finally worked up to a climax, her head pushed back against the cupboard door. Now she imagined her postie walking in at this moment seeing her on the floor with her hands in her stretched out undies and lifting her up to take her from behind.

“Ohhh mmm” she let out a moan and another one moving her hands with urgency she brought herself to orgasm moaning as her entire body clenched up and jolted with a spasm. She cried put loudly, letting it all go. Relief rushed over her like a warm wave. Snapping back to reality the feeling the coldness of the hard floor beneath her, she felt a little embarrassed about the position she was in.

“Beeeep” the doorbell rang. A deep voice called out to her, “Claire, are you home? I’ve got some mail for you”

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Finding inspiration next door. Wicked Wednesday, Neighbors. 

He asked keenly if I’d written anything today  he loved it when I wrote naughty stories. I  told him that I hadn’t come up with any good ideas yet. Even my toy testing session was uninspiring.

When he mentioned that he would give me some oral pleasure I jumped up quickly to grab the vibrator, and some ice. Lying back on the lounge, in the heat of summer I went back to playing with my toy. 


Lost in my own little world momentarily until he reminded me he really wanted to go down on me, that got my attention. I immediately made room for him and put my toy down. Then he did something really surprising and started using the toy on me, he hadn’t done this often before, not without being asked to and it felt amazing. 


I ran the melting ice over my breasts tracing my curves as he got to work.

He kept going down on me while he used the vibrator to stimulate my g-spot, which he did perfectly, amazingly I actually came. It rushed through me by whole body tensed and I went silent for a moment. It was both wonderful and satisfying. 


He couldn’t believe that I was so quiet as I came.I hardly ever cum through sex alone and he has really struggled to get me to cum at all so it was an achievement for both of us.   


Now I was satisfied, it was his turn. He turned me around on the couch and took me from behind, banging me intently for a few minutes before he told me about a new idea he’d thought of. He suggested, that since it was so hot we might like to take it out on the balcony. Being so late it wasn’t likely anyone would see us over the fence so he led me outside into the moonlit night. 


He gently positioned me, leaning me slightly over the rail, I kept bending over it sticking my bum up for him. Standing close behind me, he pushed himself inside then rode me. Hard and fast, I matched his rhythm pushing myself back into him. I was loving it. We were both making a bit of noise moaning and asking for more I wondered if we’d wake someone up but no lights came on, so I figured we were safe. 


We kept fucking passionately. When he came it was intense, at first he stopped himself holding it in, then he finally let go and allowed himself to have a really long, loud orgasm, there on the decking right next to the neighboring houses.


After we stopped I looked clearly straight ahead to their windows, they were overlooking the yard. They would be able to see and here we were standing together holding each other naked and happy. How could I forget they were just  there? I know he didn’t forget either, he is the exhibitionist out of us but sometimes it’s exciting to share his fantasies.


It will be interesting to know if they saw us. The looks we will get from them will give it away. Maybe they didn’t hear and we’ll have to do it again another day.

Whisper; Erotic Fiction for my first Wicked Wednesday


Whispers in the Club

The music blared so loud near the speaker, I couldn’t hear what was being said so I kept on dancing, in m own little world. When he first came toward me I felt uneasy, thinking not another sleeze. It’d been ages since I went out to let my hair down. I forgot the last time I’d been intimate it was so long ago. I wasn’t here to meet anyone, I only recently divorced. This was my night out, I was free and I’d decided to have fun.

He was moving closer to me, just a foot or so away, trying to make eye contact. I could smell his cologne, it was nice, he was pretty hot too. Fuck it, I figured and turned to him, moving my body sexily the beat. I gave him the eye, we got close enough to each other we were dancing together. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, his angular jaw was handsome with some sexy stubble. He was striking actually, I wonder if he can see properly, why would he dance with me? I wondered.

I forced a smile up at him and stepped to get in sync with his dancing. I sensed the chemistry immediately. Something about him turned me on. The kind of pull that made me want to tear my clothes off. I didn’t think I still had a sex drive but it seemed the flame was being rekindled. By a stranger, in a nightclub. That’s not my style. I’m a school teacher, a mother, I’m supposed to be responsible and make adult decisions.

In that moment it was subconsciously decided, if I get the chance I’m going to fuck this guys brains out. Oh my god, did I really think that? He was looking at me, I think to myself, he can feel it too, it’s like he knows what I was thinking. He lent in toward me and yelled into my ear so I could hear him over the music, “Can I buy you a drink?” I felt his accent and deep voice reverberate into the core of me. I thought I might faint. Would I? With you anytime, I thought but said, “OK.” Not wanting too desperate. He took my hand and led me through the crowd over to the bar to order us both my favourite drink, bourbon and soda. Booths surrounded the bar, covered with black velvet curtains, some tied back to expose the seats.

I wondered about the possibilities. This isn’t like me, I kept chastising myself. I’m usually shy I would never have sex in a public place, but that’s what I was dreaming of. If I had a chance I let him have me and take my undies home as a souvenir. I can’t believe I’d be serious about this, he was talking when I snapped of my fantasy. “You want to sit there?” he said pointing to a booth. It was much quieter over here.

I remembered my friend left dancing and waved to show her I was alright and we went to find a seat. He sat down near me, his shoulder touching mine. I just about moaned, this guy had me horny with only a few words. I was ready him to take me, he had a smirk was imagining me naked, spread-eagle on his bed, like I was dreaming of now. It must be hormones because my head’s already there.

Then it occurred to me, what if he isn’t into me? The way he was smiling told me he at least was a bit interested, in what who knows? I must’ve been nearly panting because he seemed to be able to tell how bad I wanted him to take me. He turned toward me and bent his head down to my ear, I could feel his warm breath as he whispered “Shall I close the curtain?” Did I imagine the suggestive tone in his voice? I wasn’t sure what to do. Surely he wouldn’t want to do it in here. There was people everywhere. We were in public, I couldn’t actually… could I?

He shut the velvet curtain, grinning and said, “You look great,.” I blushed, “you seem tense, is everything OK?” I glanced down, I could see my shoes they were my sexy high heels. I looked up “sure, I’m fine,” I smiled nervously but genuinely. His eyes glistened with the cheekiest smile. He seemed like he was about to kiss me, “do you mind?” he asked, reaching for me, I didn’t answer I started to kiss him passionately. My body magnetised to him. We kissed passionately my skin tingled with the excitement of possibilities.

Desire overtook me with him so close. He put his hand on the back of my head to pull me closer we were both worked up. Our tongues explored one another’s, he touched my side and slowly  its way up to my breast he paused giving me time to stop. I didn’t, I was ready for this. Both our breathing was heavy, he clearly wanted me as much as I yearned for him. This was it and it felt amazing. He groped my breasts, my nipples stiffened under his fingertips through my thin clothes.

He shifted his touch to my thigh to lift my dress. “Can I have you, here, now?” he whispered again in my ear, it tickled and I shivered loving every minute. I guided his hand under my skirt to take off my underwear. He found the spot and rubbed it, gently at first then increasing the pressure until my hips were lifted, wanting more. Fingers slid into my pussy and  out again, stroking my clit before I tilted my pelvis upward so he entered me again.

I undid his jeans, he stood so I could pull them down to free his hard cock. He passed me a condom, I put it on with my mouth. I sucked it for a moment before he bent me over the seat. He pushed himself inside me easily. I was ready, quivering with anticipation. We were in a rush, not just because someone could walk in, we both wanted it. He thrust in and out, more quickly as his dick got harder. I could feel it throbbing, he was about to cum I struggled to keep quiet moaning softly as the pressure rose to a crescendo. He was banging against me with passion and urgency we were both ready. My legs managed to hold me up, shaking and my thighs clench up, I let myself breathe an go with it and. He grabbed my hips and pushed into me with a few groans, I felt him cum as his body jolted.

We were both breathless. I didn’t even know this guy and couldn’t believe what I just did with him or how exciting it was. I straightened my clothes and put my panties back on to finish my drink, my body still quivering I sat down to compose myself. He still had that cheeky grin as he asked my name.




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Note on My First Wicked Wednesday Post

This is my first submission for Wicked Wednesday, a concept I came across ran by Rebel Notes Wicked Wednesday Blog where a prompt is given and either written posts or photographic pieces are linked back to Wicked Wednesday blog via the photo meme above where the other entries will also be posted.

I haven’t written much erotic fiction and I haven’t let anyone see my pretty lame attempts at it, other than my partner. So this is big for me, I’m nervous about sharing this. It’s probably the most explicit thing I’ve written here so far but that’s the idea. It’s also part of my goal to get more involved with the wider blogging community and to try out different writing styles. So here goes, I hope you enjoy.