The Rocker
By admin • Nov 19th, 2008 • Category: Erotica, Features“The Rocker” was a recent submission sent in by budding erotica author Saleena. GV Magazine accepts erotica and articles on a variety of topics from all writers. Interested contributors, please see our submissions information. Let’s all give support to Saleena’s first erotica short story! - Ed.
By Saleena
It’s a snowy evening; big, soft flakes coming down. A fire is in the fireplace. It’s cozy and warm. Supper is finished; my partner is working on yet another business project. I’m sitting in my Grandma’s rocker, reading a book, and feeling the comfort that sitting in a chair over a 100’s year old can bring. Touching the wooden arms periodically wondering what they have seen and heard through the years.
Enveloped in the peacefulness of the night, the rocker, and my book, I don’t hear my partner come into the living room. I look up, surprised and delighted he is no longer working. He comes over and gives me a gentle kiss and turns out the light and put the book on the floor. All we have is the glow of the fire. His mouth is warm, hungry and welcome and sensuous on my lips. Eyes locked into mine he places his hands on both sides of my hips, and pulls me to the edge of the rocker. His penetrating, captivating eyes never leaving mine, he unbuttons my jeans and in one swift movement, jeans and panties have been removed. He moves each of my legs over an arm of the rocker.
Open, ready, pulsating. Waves of sex and anticipation start through my body, I’m shaking, not from cold, but what I know will come. He reaches down and removes my shirt and bra. Eyes still together, he takes off his clothes. He is ready; I reach for his hardness, wanting to devour it with my hands and mouth. He gently places my hands on my pussy and my fingers instinctively, hungrily search for penetration, his hands on top of mine.
I am wet, thick cum is filling my pussy. He pulls out my fingers and moves them to my mouth to watch me taste the wonders of my body. He is sitting on the floor and his mouth immediately replaces my fingers and begin to nuzzle my pussy, sucking, licking; moving through my pussy steadily, aggressively, soft then hard, from my clit to my ass. Finding the areas that continue to produce cum. Cum is flowing, and he laps every ounce. I’m in ‘o land’; every sense in my body wants more. I grab his head to keep him buried. He grabs my hands, locking them together. He moves my legs onto his shoulders, lifting me ever so slightly and going deeper with his tongue.
My movement is increasing; the rocker is an unnatural constraint. I want more, I begin to cry out. He stops. My god, the motion, stops. My body is in shock. What the hell is happening? I’m moving, no, I’m not, he’s moving me. He pulls me down through the rocker, turns me over, my knees are on the floor, my head nestled into the rocker, his cock –huge, and hard, is in my pussy in seconds. We’re moving to the motion of the rocker, my back is arching, he gently pushes it down. He holds my hips while making direct, explosive contact, harder, faster, deeper. My cum is running down my legs. Harder, harder, deeper. He slaps my ass. The rocker is giving me traction to meet his pounding, stroke by stroke. He’s getting near. The explosion comes, again, and again; twice in me and the last - pouring over my ass, down through my pussy, cum mixing together. He’s shaking, I’m shaking, he folds down onto my back. Our only support is the rocker.
We melt to the floor, we know we can’t stand. We lay there, the fire warming our sex exhausted, lifeless, euphoric bodies. We glance over to look at the rocker, did it move? Did it approve? Did we bring a new use to it, or did its past, pull us into it, wanting to come alive, one more time?
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How can or perhaps where can I get a full picture of the winsome lady sitting in her rocker clad in her open night gown , bra and panties which was at the top of article in the Gd. Vib. site ???? I like this watercolor print very much .
I love ladies in their vintage underwear .
Hi Jim,
The full image was found via an Erotica site that hosts lots of beautiful vintage images called “Secret Memoirs of a Horny Housewife”. I should have added that source, and will do so now in the future. This blog is found in our Links & Resources page (under Sex Education, we’re reorganizing our mag a bit), so please go there and comment and send love.
Here is the link where you can see the full image with her post, Counting Down the Favorites
http://secretmemoirsofahornyhousewife.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/counting-down-the-favorites/
