Free Erotica - Pottery Yarn

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." She looked up from her knitting and glanced at the clock. "You were out there for a long time. I take it you're happy with your new fancy-schmancy studio?"

"It's fucking awesome," he said, kicking off his clay-caked sneakers by the front door and sitting next to her on the sofa. "I had something to finish up. Here," he said, holding out a shiny, purple gift bag. "I made you a present to say thanks for being supportive of my creative endeavors. Y'know, and for putting up with the occasional mess."

She put her knitting down. "You didn't have to do that," she protested, but grabbed playfully at the bag when he pretended to take it away from her.

"Give it!" she said with a big grin. "You can fix a clogged drain, never leave your socks on the floor, and you have an ass that could crack fucking walnuts. And now presents! You might just be the perfect roommate ever. Is it an ashtray?" she teased, peeking inside. "God, I hope it's one of those ceramic frogs that sits on the sink and holds your wet sponge..."

"I'm a potter, not a fucking Girl Scout," he corrected her. "Now shut up and open it," he said, a wry smile on his face.

She looked into the bag and laughed out loud. "Seriously?" she said, and pulled out what looked decidedly like a pottery dildo. "Dude. Really?"

He faked petulance. "What?" he said. "You don't like it?"

"It's...well, it's beautiful," she said laughing and running her hand along the length of it. "But a dildo? Jesus, what am I supposed to do with it? Set it on the mantle?"

He smirked. "If the sounds I hear through your bedroom wall are any indication, I'd say put it in your toy rotation."

"Fuck you," she said, but she smiled at electric current that ran through her pussy at the thought of him listening in to her self-pleasuring sessions.

"Unless you'd rather have an ashtray. Or another berry bowl. Maybe something that doesn't make you do that really hot, half-moan thing right before you...you know." He raised an eyebrow at her, and she felt herself blush slightly.

She turned her attention back to the toy. "It really is gorgeous." She turned it over in her hands, appraising it. "These, um, ribs and bumps up the side, they're a nice touch. And the, um, curve of it looks like it will be...it's very well done." She cleared her throat. "I like the color," she said finally, setting it on the table next to her. "But it's really too nice to go in a drawer. This is art."

"I thought it came out pretty nice," he said. "I was going to make a vase, but then at one point I realized the clay was looking pretty phallic, and then I got wondering, well, why the hell not?"

"You're really talented," she said, running a finger over the smooth, round top. "Thanks. I'm thinking of selling them. I mean, provided they're, you know, functional." He grinned suggestively. "I was thinking maybe you could give me a product review."

"I could, I suppose," she said, attempting to call his bluff. "You plan on just pressing your ear to the wall or will there be an interview? Perhaps a form with questions to fill out. ‘On a scale of one to five, one being not at all satisfied and five being very satisfied, how would you rate this product's performance?' "

"Well," he said, sliding closer to her on the sofa, "I could always participate in the trial run. Maybe personally show you some of the fine, built-in features of the product. You know, strictly for research and development purposes."

She smiled, her nipples stiffening in response to his nearness. "Of course," she said. "Strictly for research."

He slid his hand up her thigh. "And development."

She ran a hand up his strong forearms and up under his t-shirt sleeve. She grabbed his large, powerful bicep and pulled him to her, and he responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He bent his head and ran his lips softly along her bare neck, his warm breath causing goose bumps to rise up and down her bare arms. The thin strap of her summer top slipped down, and he kissed her naked shoulder, his lips seeking out the soft swell of her breast.

He slipped his hands around her ass and lifted her easily, guiding her onto his lap. She straddled him, smiling as she ran her hands through his hair. "This is not at all what I expected," she said, sliding her arms around his neck and caressing his broad shoulders.

"But not unwelcome, I hope," he said, as much a question as a statement. She giggled. "You ever wonder who I'm thinking about when I make that little half-moan noise you like so much?" She pressed her hands against his chest and leaned in close to him. "I'll give you a hint," she whispered, and kissed him. His lips were full and soft on hers as he returned her kiss. She smiled at him, looking deep into his eyes. He reached up and smoothed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her there. He kissed her on the tip of her nose. He teasingly brushed his lips against hers, and they parted, letting a soft sigh escape that he could not resist. He kissed her again and she responded greedily, as if his kiss were the last drink of water on the earth.

Her tongue sought his as his hands caressed her back, his large, strong hands bringing every nerve ending in her body to life. He explored the soft curves he had seen every day, and imagined in his fantasies at night. "I don't know if I've ever mentioned this," he said, breathing hard as she kissed his neck and nibbled a trail up to his earlobe, "but I was kind of hoping that was the case."

"How come you never said anything?" she half-whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder slightly.

"I just did," he replied.

"Fair enough," she said, leaning back and smiling at him.

"How come you never said anything?" he asked, suddenly curious as well as aroused.

"What? And miss out on getting a very sexy, personal, handmade present? Which," she added, "I'm very much looking forward to trying out."

He stuck out his lower lip. "Well, now I just feel dirty and used," he said.

"Oh, poor baby," she said consolingly. "Here, will this make you feel better?"

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Smiling coyly, she twined her fingers in her long hair and pulled it up atop her head, and arched her back seductively.

"Yes," he said, his voice half-sigh and half-groan. "God, yes. I don't know if 'better' is the right word, but I'm definitely feeling something."

She wiggled seductively on his lap, feeling his hardness against her. "I can tell," she said, leaning forward and brushing an erect nipple across his lower lip. She gasped with pleasure as he filled his hands with her soft, warm breasts. He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked at it, pulling it into a hard, pink point. She dropped her hair and tipped her head back, letting it cascade down her bare back in long waves. He teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth, first one, then the other, then back again, taking his time and making her squirm.

His cock was hard and hot between her legs, and she could feel the heat of him through their clothes. Her own pussy was throbbing as she rubbed her clit against him and he moaned a little in the back of his throat. She leaned down and kissed him again, thrilled by the sensation of his big hands sliding over the soft curves of her ass.

"You are amazing," he said, his voice deep and husky.

"I know," she said, rising gracefully to her feet, her breasts swaying as she moved.

"You're beautiful, too," he added. "Turn around for me."

She giggled a little, and turned, crossing her arms demurely over her bare breasts and looking over her shoulder at him. She arched her back and stuck her ass out, wiggling it playfully for him.

"Oh, very, very nice," he said appreciatively.

She slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her soft, jersey pajama pants and slid them down over her ass slowly. She watched him over her shoulder as she bent, running her hands down her legs and back up again, then stepping out of the puddle of fabric on the floor. She turned, her wisp of a lace thong barely concealing the dark curls of her neatly trimmed bush.

"You like?" she asked, running her hands up her body and cupping her breasts. She squeezed the soft, hot flesh and teased her nipples into hard points, then let them hang free, swaying with her movements as she shook her long hair over her shoulder.

He stood and pulled her to him. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, and he quickly tossed it aside. She ran her hands over his strong, muscled chest, brushing her palms over his nipples and feeling them harden at her touch. She reached for his cock, but he stopped her. "Not yet," he said, taking her hands in his and kissing them. "You first."

"Is it time for my present?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm," he confirmed with a nod, and he guided her to the sofa. He lay her down on the cushions and wriggling out of his jeans, knelt between her thighs and spread them gently. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to pussy and she moaned in anticipation.

His breath was warm through the damp crotch of her thong and he slipped a finger under the bit of lace and elastic. He pulled the bit of cloth out of his way and pressed his lips against her clit, kissing her most sensitive spot. It was hard and slippery and he sucked it gently, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to use more pressure. He spread her lips with his fingers, opening her wide and plunging in to her. She moaned as his tongue entered her and raised her hips to his mouth, urging him to go deeper. He laughed and withdrew, looking up at her, his lips and chin shining. "Down girl," he said, smiling at her, and she groaned and lowered her ass to the cushions.

With his fingertip, he gently traced soft whorls around her throbbing clit--barely touching it. She writhed, squirming as he smiled up at her, his fingers just dipping into her moist, eager hole and then pulling back out. Unable to control herself, she bucked against his fingers, trying to force them inside, but he pulled them away. "This just won't do," he scolded, kissing her gently and making her moan. "At this rate you'll never get to try out your present."

He picked the dildo up from the table and slipped the cold head into her pussy. The sudden coldness made her jump and she cried out a little. "Might take a minute to warm up," he said, lowering his head to her pussy and tickling her clit with his tongue. She relaxed and let her legs splay open, and slowly he eased the toy inside her.

"Oh, God..." she moaned as the cool shaft entered her, filling her up. "Looks like a good fit," he remarked, emphasizing his words with a quick suck on her clit. "I had to guess on the size," he said, smiling at her. All she could do was moan in reply. Slowly, he slid it out of her, letting the bumps and ridges he'd hand-crafted rub against her clit on the way out. He pulled it all the way out and used the end to tease her clit before slipping it back inside. Again, he stroked it back into the hilt, faster this time, watching her hips come up off the couch to meet it.

She reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together and pulling hard on her nipples. She was moaning, her hair fanned out behind her as her head rocked from side to side. The dildo was warm and shining and he worked it inside her like he would his own cock, riding high against her clit and letting her feel every inch of it.

The pleasure built in her pussy and she felt herself beginning to climax, like a wave building as it approaches the sand. Her cunt spasmed as the first white curl of her orgasm hit, and suddenly it was breaking, coursing through her and making her cry out with delight. She grabbed his hand and made him stop, sinking the cock inside her has far as it would go and holding it there, her hand on his while her cunt throbbed and her hips twitched.

She lay back against the arm of the couch, breathing hard. Slowly, carefully, he slid the dildo out of her, and she shivered all over again. "On a scale of one to five," she said, pulling him on top of her, "I give the product a five. Would definitely purchase again."

"And how would you rate the customer service?" he mumbled into her hair as he kissed her neck.

"I give that a solid ten."

"Really?" he said, raising himself on his elbow and looking at her. "I go to eleven."

"Prove it," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

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