August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

Just Socks

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Continuing on the theme of cold and winter, now for a short piece of erotic fiction, a quickie:

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Just Socks

“Just socks?” he asked.

“Yup,” she said. “Just socks. The floor’s chilly.”

She crossed the room. Slender legs rising to her tight ass. Muscles working on her back. Her brown, wavy, long hair.

At the bottom of it all: socks. Black and gray argyle socks. She looked vulnerable and cold out there. Much different than the wonderful warmth of under the blankets. Their heat was trapped by several layers of blankets, topped by a supremely soft and thick comforter. Underneath was a warm oven. Much too warm to venture out in the chilliness. Even though the heat was on in this cabin within a wintry retreat, and low flames still danced in the fireplace, the rest of the room was surely chilly compared to the oven under the blankets.

“You certainly look cold,” he said.

“Of course.”

She bent down at the mini fridge. Bent down lower than was really needed. Showing off the beautiful curve of her ass. She stood up with the champagne bottle and filled her tall glass. Then went to the fireplace and stood facing him. Her full, gorgeously naked front. Her back to the dancing flames of the fireplace. She took a sip of the bubbly.

“It’s kinda nice,” she said. “Goosebumps popping up all over my skin. Nipples nice and hard” Her fingertip touched a nipple and rolled it slowly in a circle. “You’re just gonna have to warm me up.”

“I love the sound of that.”

She took another sip. Her fingertip dipped into the champagne flute, touched the liquid, then touched her nipple. Did the same to her other nipple.

“Just adding a little flavor,” she said.

“Mmm,” he said. “Sounds wonderful.”

She nodded, playing with her nipples for a minute with her eyes closed. Then back to the bed, setting the champagnes flute on the nightstand and slipping under the covers with her back to him. He slid right against her and discovered her warm ass and back. His cock nestled right between her butt cheeks. A warm, cozy embrace for his cock.

“Mmm,” he purred. “That feels amazing. I thought I was supposed to warm you up, not the other way around.” He hugged her with one arm over her, squeezing her body tightly, feeling the chilly front of her.

Her ass wiggled against him. “Never said I can’t warm you up, too. Are you complaining?”

He laughed. “No way. It feels too fucking good.” He gently squeezed her breast. “Just like these feel really fucking good. And I’m looking forward to tasting these.” He gently rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “But not yet. Not with your ass so nice and warm.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s nice and warm. That cock’s pretty warm, too. And it’s getting bigger. What’s going on there?”

“It’s all about you, babe. It’s ready for round two.”

“I love the sound of that,” she said.

“Wasn’t that my line?”

“Sure was. When you promised to warm me up.”

“And it’s a promise I’ll deliver.”

He lifted her leg a little and pushed his cock inside her pussy. A change from the warm cleft of her ass to the warm wetness of her vagina. She moaned as he slid into her, and his hand returned to her breasts.

“That’s the best way to heat up that I can think of,” she said in a low voice.

He moved softly, slowly, sliding in the warm glow of her pussy. “Mm-hmm. But I need to taste that champagne on your tits.”

“Oh, you will, babe, you will. I’ve got a glass full of it. Plenty more to put on my tits. Don’t worry, I’ll get on my back and you can taste all you want. But this feels too fucking good to move now.”

“Hey, aren’t you stealing another line? Didn’t I say your hot ass felt too fucking good?”

“You sure did. Now shut up and keep doing that. Keep doing it just like that. Your cock feels amazing.”

He kissed her neck and kept right up, softly pushing into her warmth and massaging her breasts, agreeing with her, imagining her standing in front of the fireplace to warm her ass so that his dick could feel that amazing heated skin, and he felt he wanted to make love to her for hours just like this, wonderfully and beautifully, and making each other warm.

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Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

One thought on “Just Socks

  1. I absolutely agree that that is the best way to warm up. YUM!

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