Stained Opulence - Erotic Story by Justtobesure

Good things come to those who wait. I'd been waiting, and it was time. I'd been saving to afford them for weeks, and now they were mine. Holding the crimson package in my sweaty hands, I walk into my bedroom and lean against the door heavily. The wood is rough beneath my bare shoulder blades as I wait just a moment longer before opening the parcel in my hands.

The satin sheets drip like water through my fingers to land in a puddle of ruby on the carpeted floor. I make quick work of stripping my bed, carelessly casting aside the course cotton sheets in my rush to re-cover my matress with the delicate new fabric.

My fingers trembling in anticipation, I stretch the satin over each corner of my bed, each completed fold bringing a tingle low in my abdomen - where stomach ends and deeper things begin. Dressed like a sultan, the soft expanse beckons to me, and it is with unseemly haste that I strip and slide between the luxurious sheets.

Cool, smooth, soft... the satin carresses my heated skin, rubbing like wind over my hardened nipples and dancing over my smooth thighs. I bury my nose in the sheets, imagining what they would smell like after sex. Musky, tangy, heady...

I can't help myself anymore - I lay on my back and close my eyes savoring the softness surrounding me. The once cool fabric was warm now, almost hot after absorbing energy from my fevered skin. It feels like nothing and everything lying there on those sheets. Smooth against my back, delicouls beneath my fingers...

Crimson is the color of passion, and it is no coincidence that it is now the color of my bed.

Though they are not unecpected, I still gasp at the first tender touches of my own fingers sliding across my stomach and sides. It is only recently that self pleasure entered my scope of reality, and the taboo nature of my own hands caressing my own heated skin sent shivers down my spine. This time I do not imagine faces or people - I revel in the power I have over my own body, and I revel in my existence as my hands rub over my aching breasts. My hands aren't the smooth hands of a scholar. They are the rough hands of a worker, and the contrast with the elegance of my satin cocoon is jarring. I pimch my nipples harshly and stifle a moan by biting my lip.

I grind my hips into the softness beneath me, the friction of my motion heating my skin and the bed beneath me. I run my fingers along my thighs, first gently, then harshly. The raised welts from my nails sting and freeze when introduced to the opulent fabric surrounding me.

I reach lower still and am not surprised by the moisture I find there. My eyes are still closed, but I can see the smooth orange glow of sunset filtering through my eyelids. I can feel my blood rushing through my veins as my own fingers, powerful in their own right, re-visit places only I know. Places that make me writhe and whimper, in ways that take me just to the edge of pain... but I know my own boundaries, so when I tip over the edge of euphoria and need into the arms of sweet oblivion I am there to catch myself.

I am powerful enough to throw myself into the abyss, and strong enough to come back out the other side with a smiling, sated body, and a spoiled spot on the opulent sheets as tiny testament to my own strength.

[SierraJayyy]

great job! i take it you're an inspiring writer?

[XStripper777]

Whoa, Momma!! I've never found masturbation to be so inviting! And never have I read something that is so sexy without actually being graphic! You did very well with this one... good girl!

On a side note... have you noticed that when you throw your pillows (with the silk pillowcases on them) onto the bed with the silk sheets... they pillow just slides right off the other side of the bed? LMAO! I also get aggravated when I put my silk comforter on top of the silk sheets... it just slides right back off!! it wasn't very long before I just got tired of the damned silk sheets and quit using them lol... but after reading this, I might have to pull them back out again... and believe it or not... they are red! haha!

Thanks for the great story... maybe next time you can give us one about having a lover between those sheets with ya

Sierra, do you mean aspiring, or inspiring? Either are quite flattering, and I'd love to know which you mean! :wink wink: ^.^ thanks for your review!

Stripper, yes, I have noticed with the pillows. I started using cotton pillows, but that didn't work very well either... so I took just a little bit or rubber cement to the bottom of my pillows, so they have a little patch of grip to keep them on the bed. Just have to make sure it's dry before you put the pillows back on. Othereise you can't move your pillows at all!

As for your review, thanks a tonne! I'm really glad you liked it. That is actually the first piece of fiction I've ever shared before. I was really nervous!

[SierraJayyy]

haha, i met like you're an inspirational writer. when i read this, it made me think.
i loved it

[SierraJayyy]

i just LOVE the descriptions you used. i've read it about 5 times already, no joke!

Aww, thanks, Sierra! I don't think you know just how much you made my day. I'm working up my next post, and should have it up in the next day or two.

Stripper, I hope your sexy letter is well received, and I hope I get to read a copy too!

[SierraJayyy]

aww, well that's great to here. i would love to read more.