The wait: a femme fatale ambushed – Erotic stories
By: Valérie Tasso in ERÓTIC STORIES
Julia is a mature, femme fatale who had broken the hearts of all and each of her lovers until she met Jorge. At the gates of her 45th birthday, in her longest and most satisfying relationship, she will live a sexual tension never experienced before, which will make her doubt her dominant character. This is the premise with which La espera, the first of the elegant erotic stories with which the majestic narrative of Valérie Tasso will delight you.
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Julia had not understood very well why Jorge had invited her so late to the French pub of David. She had only received lines written on a card. Jorge had left it in her mailbox, and he hadn't even called at her door.
Come at 3:00 am, naked, with only your cashmere coat. Trust me
That was all.
Julia felt confused, and slightly angry. She wanted to spend the night alone with him. And more on such a notable date. She thought he would invite her to dinner, ask her to practice those lubricious games, whispered above a perfumed table with candles, and that their gazes would become complicit in the sexual challenge that their bodies would cry out for. Her relationship with Jorge was a perpetual challenge.
Julia was a woman with character, sure of herself and very experienced in her own and others' pleasures. She always assumed, more than anyone else, to have breakfasted during years on the hot tears of her disappointed lovers. She got tired easily of men. However, when she met Jorge, she felt like a novice in everything. And deep down, she liked it.
Her heels resonated against the wet pavement. She was determined. She lengthened her step and crossed the street, taking care not to open her coat too much and reveal more than her white skin. The bar was half-closed, but you could hear laughter inside the local. So she didn't hesitate in knocking, giving small punches against the door, with her fist wrapped in a black leather glove. David, the pub owner and Jorge's best friend, opened it for her. Julia noticed that he was waiting for her because she didn't surprise him when she appeared, and because he was already smiling. Julia started looking for Jorge's eyes among the crowd that had invaded the bar that night. David took her hand and pushed through the people who were staring at them. At the end of the room, Jorge was sitting on a green velvet sofa, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. Julia stopped in front of him, tightening her belt with determination and force, emphasizing her waist to make him understand that she had come as he had asked.
–Do you want to take off your gloves, at least? –David asked with a mischievous tone.
She had told him... Julia was convinced of it. David knew perfectly well that she was naked under the coat. His voice betrayed her, but also a timid approach from his body, perhaps innocent, but which alerted Julia slightly. She had noticed this imperceptible gesture because David's cologne had caressed her nose softly. Without saying anything, Julia started to remove her gloves and gave them to David, keeping her gaze on Jorge the whole time. He got up, kissed her, and they moved to a corner.
–I like that you're punctual –he whispered, looking at his watch–. Time is so precious in the world we live in today... However, people seem not to give it importance.
Julia would understand this message later. But for now, she thought it was a phrase to break the ice.
–And what am I supposed to do here, Jorge? –Julia asked seriously and without beating around the bush.
Jorge laughed and ran his hand over the front opening of Julia's coat to check that her thighs were naked. Julia noticed how her skin contracted as she held back momentarily the breathing in a turbulent mix of feelings of excitement, modesty, and anger.
–Everything at its due time, darling –repeated Jorge–
At its due time –insisted
It was already the second mention of time. Julia started to get impatient and Jorge offered her a white Martini. Julia had leaned against a wall at the back of the local, feeling slightly uncomfortable because she couldn't take off her coat and trying to avoid certain impertinent glances that she didn't know.
–As soon as you feel warm, let me know and we'll do something about it immediately –he told her, as if he had read her mind–
Julia slowly turned her head and looked at Jorge. Their gazes crossed, forming a dialogue that only they understood. Jorge liked this woman. So sure, so imposing, and sometimes so terrifying. But Jorge wanted to see that facet of hers that, on occasion, he had intuited. That vulnerable girl, given over... That accumulation of souls that made her even more different and desirable.
Julia passed her hand delicately over her forehead, which was dripping with sweat. And that was the final signal.
–Come –he ordered
He took away the Martini from her hands and led her to a narrow corridor. Julia let herself be led like a naughty girl who has done something wrong, almost dragging her feet, and when they entered the men's bathroom, she inquired of Jorge with her gaze.
–You told me to say something as soon as I felt warm –he insisted
–What for? ¡So you can undress me in front of all those gawkers?! ¡Have you gone crazy suddenly?! –Julia reproached him, raising her voice
–Shhhh!
Jorge put his finger on her plump lips. He unfastened the belt of her coat, opened it and let it fall slowly onto her forearms, offering a view of satin shoulders and marked clavicles. Julia let herself be done with. She loved seeing Jorge lose his head over her. She leaned in towards him, kissing and biting him gently. Suddenly, he stopped.
–You're going to stay like that; with the coat on open, shoulders to the air and showing your precious naked body. Get down on all fours and stay still, like you're a statue. I love seeing you offered... Then I'll come looking for you. At my own pace... Don't move. I don't want you to move from here, understood?
By: Valérie Tasso in ERÓTIC STORIES
Julia is a mature, femme fatale who had broken the hearts of all and each of her lovers until she met Jorge. At the gates of her 45th birthday, in her longest and most satisfying relationship, she will live a sexual tension never experienced before, which will make her doubt her dominant character. This is the premise with which La espera, the first of the elegant erotic stories with which the majestic narrative of Valérie Tasso will delight you.
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Julia had not understood very well why Jorge had invited her so late to the French pub of David. She had only received lines written on a card. Jorge had left it in her mailbox, and he hadn't even called at her door.
Come at 3:00 am, naked, with only your cashmere coat. Trust me
That was all.
Julia felt confused, and slightly angry. She wanted to spend the night alone with him. And more on such a notable date. She thought he would invite her to dinner, ask her to practice those lubricious games, whispered above a perfumed table with candles, and that their gazes would become complicit in the sexual challenge that their bodies would cry out for. Her relationship with Jorge was a perpetual challenge.
Julia was a woman with character, sure of herself and very experienced in her own and others' pleasures. She always assumed, more than anyone else, to have breakfasted during years on the hot tears of her disappointed lovers. She got tired easily of men. However, when she met Jorge, she felt like a novice in everything. And deep down, she liked it.
Her heels resonated against the wet pavement. She was determined. She lengthened her step and crossed the street, taking care not to open her coat too much and reveal more than her white skin. The bar was half-closed, but you could hear laughter inside the local. So she didn't hesitate in knocking, giving small punches against the door, with her fist wrapped in a black leather glove. David, the pub owner and Jorge's best friend, opened it for her. Julia noticed that he was waiting for her because she didn't surprise him when she appeared, and because he was already smiling. Julia started looking for Jorge's eyes among the crowd that had invaded the bar that night. David took her hand and pushed through the people who were staring at them. At the end of the room, Jorge was sitting on a green velvet sofa, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. Julia stopped in front of him, tightening her belt with determination and force, emphasizing her waist to make him understand that she had come as he had asked.
–Do you want to take off your gloves, at least? –David asked with a mischievous tone.
She had told him... Julia was convinced of it. David knew perfectly well that she was naked under the coat. His voice betrayed her, but also a timid approach from his body, perhaps innocent, but which alerted Julia slightly. She had noticed this imperceptible gesture because David's cologne had caressed her nose softly. Without saying anything, Julia started to remove her gloves and gave them to David, keeping her gaze on Jorge the whole time. He got up, kissed her, and they moved to a corner.
–I like that you're punctual –he whispered, looking at his watch–. Time is so precious in the world we live in today... However, people seem not to give it importance.
Julia would understand this message later. But for now, she thought it was a phrase to break the ice.
–And what am I supposed to do here, Jorge? –Julia asked seriously and without beating around the bush.
Jorge laughed and ran his hand over the front opening of Julia's coat to check that her thighs were naked. Julia noticed how her skin contracted as she held back momentarily the breathing in a turbulent mix of feelings of excitement, modesty, and anger.
–Everything at its due time, darling –repeated Jorge–
At its due time –insisted
It was already the second mention of time. Julia started to get impatient and Jorge offered her a white Martini. Julia had leaned against a wall at the back of the local, feeling slightly uncomfortable because she couldn't take off her coat and trying to avoid certain impertinent glances that she didn't know.
–As soon as you feel warm, let me know and we'll do something about it immediately –he told her, as if he had read her mind–
Julia slowly turned her head and looked at Jorge. Their gazes crossed, forming a dialogue that only they understood. Jorge liked this woman. So sure, so imposing, and sometimes so terrifying. But Jorge wanted to see that facet of hers that, on occasion, he had intuited. That vulnerable girl, given over... That accumulation of souls that made her even more different and desirable.
Julia passed her hand delicately over her forehead, which was dripping with sweat. And that was the final signal.
–Come –he ordered
He took away the Martini from her hands and led her to a narrow corridor. Julia let herself be led like a naughty girl who has done something wrong, almost dragging her feet, and when they entered the men's bathroom, she inquired of Jorge with her gaze.
–You told me to say something as soon as I felt warm –he insisted
–What for? ¡So you can undress me in front of all those gawkers?! ¡Have you gone crazy suddenly?! –Julia reproached him, raising her voice
–Shhhh!
Jorge put his finger on her plump lips. He unfastened the belt of her coat, opened it and let it fall slowly onto her forearms, offering a view of satin shoulders and marked clavicles. Julia let herself be done with. She loved seeing Jorge lose his head over her. She leaned in towards him, kissing and biting him gently. Suddenly, he stopped.
–You're going to stay like that; with the coat on open, shoulders to the air and showing your precious naked body. Get down on all fours and stay still, like you're a statue. I love seeing you offered... Then I'll come looking for you. At my own pace... Don't move. I don't want you to move from here, understood?
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