As I mentioned a few months ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. Onto book the next book: Narcissus in Chains! I’m reading about 175 pages a week. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is my sexy story!
Last week, I started a story about anonymous sex, inspired by the fact that Anita is sooo not into it. Here is the next part. Enjoy! You don’t need to have read any Laurell K. Hamilton to enjoy this story!
The rest of the party is a blur. I drink more than I should, eat less than I should, and dance until my feet are sore and my heart is racing. But then it starts to wind down. People start to leave. And I know it’s time to find out if this guy is for real or not. I scrutinize every guy at the party, but I don’t see anyone looking at me funny, no one staring at me from the dark corners. I wonder if this guy came with someone and he’s going to cheat on her with me. That’s wrong, obviously, but the thought of it does turn me on. I can’t help it.
I take a deep breath, grab my clutch purse from my table, and leave the party. I look both ways down the hallway as I put my key in the door of my room, but there’s no one there. My heart is pounding as I twist the deadbolt while the door is still open, making it so that the door isn’t locked from the outside. Anyone could just walk in. It’s stupid, I know. But my pussy is clenched tight and dripping with arousal, and my brain doesn’t have enough blood left to make good decisions.
I take off my heels, and slowly strip out of the dress I wore to the party. I struggle a little with the zipper, and wish someone were there to help me. But I know I’m on my own. And I want to be ready if Mr. Mystery does come knocking. He didn’t tell me to get naked, so I don’t, leaving my bra and panties on. I wore a matching set: a strapless black bra, edged with lace, and a black lace thong. They’re far sexier than the evening required, since I came alone, but there was definitely a part of me hoping to go home (or to a hotel room) with someone. And besides, I just didn’t own many strapless bras.
I usually sleep with a sleep mask, so being blindfolded wasn’t a problem. The one I travel with is black satin, thankfully, so I’m not embarrassed by a pink flowery one or something. I take the pins out of my hair and slip it on just above my eyes so I can see as I climb onto the bed. I look around my room one more time before I slide the blindfold on. I am a neat person, so all of my stuff is either tucked away in a drawer or my bag. I know that my makeup and such are out on the bathroom counter, but that’s fine. I’ve tucked my shoes away in the closet and hung the dress up, so there’s nothing on the floor for him to trip on when he comes in. I leave the lights on, but low, so it’s sexy. I’d light a candle, but, you know, hotels don’t usually offer them.
Slipping the mask down over my eyes, I lay back on the massive amount of pillows and wait. My heart is pounding, my thong is soaked. Every noise in the hotel makes me jump. The adrenaline is pumping something fierce, and I am sorely tempted to just go take off my makeup and go to bed. It has to be after midnight.
But then I hear the door open. I think. It has to be, right? I don’t know. I want to peek so badly, but the idea of never seeing this stranger is too sexy for me to resist. So I just lay there, clenching the blankets beneath me with my fingers. Now I hear footsteps in the room, so I know he’s here.
I hear something happening with clothes. Is that a shirt hitting the floor? That’s a belt. The clicking gives it away. A zipper. I squirm a little. I’m so fucking turned on.
“Someone’s excited,” he says. His voice is barely above a whisper, but I’m trying so hard to hear every noise that it seems loud to me.
I nod. No use in denying it.
His hand slides up my leg and I am so glad that I shaved this morning. I part my legs a bit as he moves higher, and then his finger is sliding under the front of my thong, pressing against my wet folds. “You are so wet.”
I nod again.
“Tell me that you want this.”
“W-want what?” I stammer.
“Sex with someone you’ve never seen.”
My voice is barely above a whisper as I say, “Yes, please. I need it. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
He pulls the thong down over my thighs and off of me. He pulls me up so he can remove the bra, and then lays me back down. “That’s better. I want to see all of you. I want to know every inch of your body while you know nothing of mine.”
I blush, but it’s fucking sexy. “C-can I touch you at least?”
“Yes,” he says, and he climbs onto the bed, pressing his body against mine. I can feel his cock against my thigh, hard and ready. I tentatively wrap my hands around his back and feel the strength in his shoulders. I am desperate to peek and see what he looks like, but I squeeze my eyes shut to resist the temptation.
He kisses my neck, pushing my chin up, and he works his way down my collarbone to my breasts. His breath is hot against my skin. And when he takes one nipple into his mouth and nibbles lightly, I think I’m going to lose my mind.
J R Vincente 
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