This piece is erotic literature, meant for readers 18+. I recommend putting “Coffee” on repeat while U read this.
I’m in Ur city for a few days. I really want to see U while I’m here. I’ve been so curious about U and I’ve loved talking to U. I want to meet U in person, see what U are like. Get to know U better. Feel how it feels to be around U. And I can’t help but wonder what might happen.
I’m a little nervous, but I messaged U to let U know I’d be in town. We make plans to meet up on a Friday night—U invite me over to Ur place for dinner. I’m excited and thrilled and wonder how the night will go.
True, it’s a dance, we know the moves
The bow, the dip, the woo
Though the words are true
The state is old news
When the night arrives, I get ready to go over to Ur place. As I’m leaving, my friend that’s hosting me says “have fun!” with a smirk on her face and a wink in her eyes. She knows what’s up, how I feel about U.
I bring something I picked up at the store that I thought would go well with dinner, and a little dessert.
As U open the door, I fumble a little bit, holding the gifts in my hands, trying to work out how exactly to greet U, whether to hug U and how. God, it feels like warm bright light being around U, already. U have such a cute, bright smile. I recognize it immediately from the pictures U’ve sent me. U give me a big hug—wow, that’s a really good hug, I think—and welcome me into Ur home.
Wrap me in your arms
I can’t feel it, but
Rock me in your arms
I can’t feel it, but
As I settle in, we get to talking. U’re puttering around Ur kitchen finishing up the dinner, and I roll up my sleeves to help. In some ways, it’s a lot like any time I’ve met a mutual in person. It’s so sweet to finally meet an online friend—it’s a little awkward at first, getting to know each other, feeling each other out, finding that same resonance we’ve felt online in person, working out how to talk to each other in actual bodies and space and time—but that same warmth and commonality is there, and the awkwardness fades fast enough.
On the other hand, it does feel a little different, meeting U. My stomach is doing somersaults. I bump into U while I’m washing some of the vegetables—or did U bump into me? We laugh. Ur presence is so warm and affectionate and high-energy and I’m wondering if U are just being friendly or if I’m mistaking the fact that it feels flirty between us.
Sometimes I get a little distracted while we’re talking and I feel like I can’t think straight. Having a hard time keeping track of what you’re saying, or what to say. Maybe I’m not making sense. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a little self-conscious.
Dinner is ready, and U serve it. U pour a glass of wine, and invite me to have some. I don’t drink, I tell U. I get contact highs and contact drunks really easily, though, I tell U. Side effect of a bunch of meditation, I think. As U drink Ur wine U get a little tipsy, and I enjoy how that affects U, how it affects me—I can feel it buzzing through my body. It takes the edge off of the self-consciousness.
We talk freely now, catching up, learning more about each other. We talk about Ur work, the progress U’ve been making. Ur health. What U like to do in Ur city when U’re not busy. I tell U about the work I’ve been doing. It feels good to hear about Ur life and to share mine. To see and be seen.
I can’t get enough of how cute U are. Whenever my eyes meet Urs sparks collide. At one point, U pass me the food to serve myself, and our hands touch. The tension feels like it’s growing. Is it just me who’s thinking about it? Who can feel it?
I know I’m definitely getting turned on. I can’t lie to myself. I want U. I want to know what U look like naked. I want to undress U, and give U love with my kisses and my fingers and my tongue. I want to know Ur body. I want to feel what it’s like to be in…
I’m getting ahead of myself. Dinner. I’m with U. U’re saying something and I try to bring my attention back. Focus, Tasshin. U smile, as if U know what’s happening for me.
I’m trying not to stare, but my eyes keep running to your lips, your skin, your breasts. When U get up to get something from the kitchen, my eyes linger on Ur ass. Is it me, are U moving that way just for me?
I really want to fuck U. I’m wondering if that’s what U want, too. I think U do, it feels like I can feel it. Am I misreading U, though? Would it be overstepping to inititate? Would U be offended? I really want to be friends with U. I don’t want to fuck that up. But I’m also a sexual being, an animal body, and U are too, and there’s no two ways about it. My body wants U. Badly.
We clean up from dinner, laughing about this and that. We’re doing the dishes, together. I love washing dishes, actually. Honestly, I tell U, I like it better than cooking. What U made was so delicious. I thank U for it. Truth be told, I was a little distracted, though.
As we’re moving through the kitchen, our bodies brush up against each other. It doesn’t feel quite like an accident this time. I can’t breathe. I just try to focus on doing the dishes. I have to finish this first. I’m a completionist, I guess. And, really, I’m nervous. I’m still not 100% sure what U want.
We wrap up. I am drying my hands on a dish towel, and U switch gears. U walk up to me, right up next to me, and look me in the eye, and ask, straight out: “So, are U going to fuck me?”
I’m a little startled by Ur directness, but I like it. It puts me at ease, somehow. I’m off the hook for being the horny one.
“It’s been a while for me,” U say. “I could really use it…” U come even closer to me, and put Ur hand on my cock over my pants. “And it feels like U’d like to…”
I nod. I will, if U want that. I want that. U want that.
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the turn of rotation and stop
See the next one waiting
U lean into my body, and we start kissing. Your lips are so, so, soft. I love kissing U already. I put my hands on Ur ass, and pull U closer into my body. We’re right up against each other. U start rubbing my cock while our tongues explore each others’ mouths. I bring my hands to Ur breasts over Ur shirt. I’ve been so curious to feel them, to touch them, to caress them, to love them.
U moan a little bit as I touch U. After a few minutes, U take one of Ur hands and bring mine under Ur shirt. I run my hands over the soft flesh of Ur breasts. U moan a little louder, and I run my hands over Ur areolas, Ur nipples. Touching, teasing, tugging.
U kiss me harder. U take my hand, and lead me to Ur bed. U put ur hands on my shirt, and lift it off. I lift Urs off. U take Ur bra off, and I’m gazing in wonder, looking at Ur breasts. I love them so much. U smile, seeing my adoration in my eyes. U lean forward, and kiss me again. Our skin is right up each other now. It’s chilly but we are warming each other up.
I run my hands over Ur body as we kiss, feeling U, massaging U. I feel Ur hair, Ur shoulders, Ur arms. I love Ur arms—Ur legs. The way Ur skin and muscles hang to Ur limbs is really sexy. And I love Ur breasts, of course—Ur ass.
I’m circling Ur lower body. Teasing U by not touching U there yet. Feeling Ur legs, Ur hips. Ur stomach. Making U squirm and moan. Wanting my touch. Eventually I cave and start moving my fingers gently towards Ur pussy.
I move my head so I can be close to U. I start exploring U. Placing one finger inside of U. U have Ur eyes closed, ur toes are curling as U are just trying to feel the pleasure my finger is giving U. I add kisses, kissing ur pussy lips, then Ur clit. U start grinding into me, and I add another finger. I start pulling my fingers towards U, finding a rhythm and pressure that seems to feel good for U. And God, it feels good for me too.
U are so wet and warm. I love how U move against me as U feel pleasure, how U look receiving it. And I love how U taste, how U smell.
I place one hand on Ur breasts, giving Ur nipples and breasts attention and love as I finger U, run my mouth over Ur clit. I’m trying to give U as much love and energy as I can. I don’t need U to orgasm, but I want U to feel good. I want to show U how I feel about U. That I care about U. That I want U to be happy. And that U turn me the fuck on. That I want U. That I like that U want me, too.
U tell me U need me, U want me. I have a condom and roll it onto my cock. I’m hard and my cock has been straining to be inside U, dripping with precum. I need U. I place the tip of my cock at the head of Ur pussy, running it over Ur lips, teasing U with the friction. U aren’t being patient. U grab my cock and slide it in, ease me into U. Once I’m inside U, there’s no two ways about it. We fuck.
Bodies colliding. I’m on top of U, I’m inside of U, my cock is fucking Ur pussy. U are underneath me, taking me into U, receiving me. Ur legs wrap around my ass, Ur hands pull my shoulders into U, my chest is covering Ur breasts. We are right next to each other, right up against each other, sliding and thrusting and rubbing against, into, towards each other. Grasping, needy, desirous. I’m not Tasshin. U are not name. We are animals that need each other, fucking our bodies into, against, inside each other. We’re sweating, moaning, screaming.
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up
Sentiment’s the same, but the pair of feet change
We’ve not done this before, but somehow, we’ve done this a thousand times before. I fuck myself into U from on top. U mount my cock, and start riding me. I take U from behind, grabbing Ur tits as they bounce while I fuck U. I pull Ur hair as U scream with pleasure, cumming on my cock. And then I’m cumming inside U, too.
We laugh, and smile, in the afterglow of it, snuggled into each other’s sweaty, sated bodies. God, U look beautiful like this, freshly fucked. I want to give U that glow again, and again, and again.
Then U ask: “Will U stay the night, please? I’d like U to sleep next to me.” I nod. There’s nothing I’d like more. I text my friend, to let her know I’m staying and not to wait up or expect me.
I know my words will dry upon the skin
Just like a name I remember hearing
It’s sweet, sleeping next to U. Our bodies, naked next to each other. U snuggled up into me. Warm and cozy underneath the blankets. I’m always surprised by how cool the air is here at night.
In the morning, our bodies wake together. I’m hard, and U reach over, and start playing with my cock. I feel Ur breasts, and Ur legs, and start kissing Ur hair.
U put Ur mouth on my cock, and look up at me while U suck my cock. Running Ur mouth and Ur tongue and Ur lips over my shaft, fucking my cock with Ur mouth. Ur eyes gazing into mine, telling me how U feel about me in Ur heart. I stare at U and let myself feel it. God, I’ve needed this. And lord knows I’ve fantasized about it, U sucking my cock.
I don’t usually like 69’s, but for some reason I feel inspired to try it again with U. I pull U up so that I can bring my mouth onto Ur pussy, while Ur mouth is on my cock. U giggle, and keep sucking my cock. And then U start moaning, as I begin to love Ur clit with my tongue, running it over Ur lips, tasting U, fucking Ur pussy with my mouth…
My baby does the hanky-panky
My baby does
My baby does the hanky-panky
My baby does
U make coffee, and we have breakfast together. And when I leave, U kiss me goodbye. “Let’s do this again sometime,” U say. “Definitely,” I say.
Wild winters, warm coffee
Mom’s gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee
Baby’s gone, do you love me?
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