Leo Dale

Erotic Story – Gravitational Attraction

 

 

Male Escort Melbourne – 16 January 2025

 

 

“The creative urge comes over me, and I start to write. Especially for the first few days after sex with Leo, where my creative urge is at its peak. Our time together makes every part of my body feel amazing, and I feel completely at my peak in every way. Writing it down, and reliving it, makes me wet.

I’ve previously wrote for you My Reawakening, My Replenishment, and My Fulfillment.

 

 


This is my recent story, Gravitational Attraction…

 

 

“It’s the way he looks at me. That deep, hungry gaze that pulls me in, making my heart race and my skin hum with electricity. He doesn’t just see me — he claims me with every glance, every touch, every word that falls from his lips. Tonight, he’s more than my lover; he’s my universe, and I am lost in the gravity of him.

 

 

His touch is firm, but gentle, tracing my body as though he’s memorizing every curve, every dip, every secret part of me. The heat of his touch melts through the thin fabric of my dress, making my thighs press together instinctively, already aching, my vagina already wet.

 

 

My breath catches as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice low and commanding. “Do you know how much I want you?”

 

 

My knees go weak, and I clutch his shirt to steady myself, my fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath. I manage a shaky nod, but he’s not satisfied. His strong hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against the unrelenting thickness of him, and I gasp, feeling his arousal throb through his jeans.

 

 

“I said, do you know how much I want you?” he repeats, slower this time, his tone dripping with dominance.

 

 

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me. Of course he does. He always hears me, feels me, knows me.

 

 

He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes, and in that moment, I feel utterly exposed, completely his. His thumb brushes over my lips, parting them, and he watches me like he’s deciding how to devour me next.

 

 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I swear I feel the words everywhere — between my thighs, in the pit of my stomach, in the dizzying rush of blood to my cheeks.

 

 

The dress falls from my shoulders like a whisper, pooling at my feet, and I stand there bare before him, my body trembling under the weight of his gaze. His hands find me again, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips, spreading me open. His fingers dip lower, finding the slick heat waiting for him, and his growl sends shivers racing up my spine.

 

 

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, and I feel the flood of heat between my legs intensify. He slides one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me, filling me, and I moan, unable to hold back the sound.

 

 

His fingers move inside me with a rhythm that feels both teasing and possessive, each thrust sending a wave of intense pleasure rippling through my body. My walls clench around him instinctively, desperate to hold him there, to take everything he’s offering. He watches me unravel, his dark, hungry eyes locking onto mine as though he’s memorizing every sound, every shiver, every moan that spills from my lips.

 

 

“You take me so well,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “But this isn’t enough, is it? You need more.”

 

 

I nod, my breathing ragged, my body aching for him, for all of him. “Please,” I manage to whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you.”

 

 

He smirks, that wicked, knowing grin that sets me on fire. Slowly, he pulls his fingers from me, and I gasp at the emptiness, the sudden loss of him. But he doesn’t leave me waiting long. With one swift motion, he lifts me, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

 

 

“Lie back,” he commands, his tone brooking no argument, and I obey, my body arching beneath him as he towers over me. He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the strength that lies beneath his control. I reach for him, my fingers trailing over his skin, desperate to feel every inch of him, but he catches my wrist, pinning it above my head.

 

 

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over mine in a kiss so devastatingly soft that it leaves me breathless. “This is about you tonight.”

 

 

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, hot and demanding, trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. His tongue flicks over my nipple, teasing, tormenting, rawing a sharp gasp from my throat. I arch into him, my body begging for more, and he gives it to me, his lips and tongue and teeth working in perfect harmony as his hands roam lower.

 

 

By the time he spreads my thighs wide and lowers himself between them, I’m trembling with anticipation, my entire body on edge. I can feel my wetness pulsating, in pleasure and yet still in pleasurable anticipation. His breath brushes over my wet, aching heat, and I moan, the sound raw and needy.

 

 

“You’re dripping for me,” he says, his voice a low, primal growl that sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. “So sweet. So perfect.”

 

 

His tongue finds me then, a slow, deliberate stroke that has my back arching off the bed, my fingers clutching at the sheets. He takes his time, tasting me, exploring every inch of my most sensitive places, his tongue and lips working together to drive me to the brink. My moans grow louder, more desperate, as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

 

 

“Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice shaking, my body trembling under the relentless pleasure.

 

 

And he doesn’t. He doubles down, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking, his fingers sliding back inside me, filling me, stretching me, pushing me higher and higher until I shatter beneath him, the orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense that I can barely breathe. Mmmmm.

 

 

I’m still trembling, my body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. He’s relentless, his fingers still moving inside me, his tongue working in perfect rhythm, coaxing wave after wave of ecstasy from me. My cries fill the room, my body arching and writhing beneath him, and I can feel his smug satisfaction in the way his grip tightens on my thighs.

 

 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with praise and desire. “Falling apart for me, again and again.”

 

 

I can barely form words, my mind too clouded with bliss to think, but I manage to whimper his name, the sound desperate and pleading. He finally pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and the sight alone sends another surge of heat through me.

 

 

He rises to his knees, towering over me, and I watch, mesmerized, as he undoes his belt and lets his jeans fall to the floor. My eyes are drawn to the sheer thickness of him, hard and pulsing with need, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s everything — every fantasy, every desire, every sinful thought I’ve ever had, brought to life.

 

 

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You make me this hard, this desperate for you, just by being you.”

 

 

I sit up, my hands reaching for him, needing to touch him, to feel him, to take him in my mouth and make him come undone the way he’s done to me. But before I can, he pushes me back down onto the bed, his grip firm but gentle.

 

 

“Not yet,” he growls, his voice thick with authority. “I told you, tonight is about you.”

 

 

He positions himself between my thighs, the thick head of him pressing against my slick entrance, and I gasp at the sheer size of him. I know, know. I should say I gasp at the sheer size of him every time.. which I do. Slowly, he pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me, until he’s buried to the hilt. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

 

 

“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice strained. “So wet. You feel like heaven.”

 

 

He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to him, and I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside me, every throb oh his hardness sending a new wave of heat through my entire body. Then he begins to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust deep and powerful, hitting places inside me that make me see stars.

 

 

I moan his name, over and over, my voice rising with every stroke, and he responds with a low growl, his pace quickening, his control slipping. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our heavy breaths and the slick, sinful noises of our bodies joining together.

 

 

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough, and I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between us is electric, a fire that burns hotter with every thrust, every moan, every whispered word.

 

 

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice a possessive growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

 

 

“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling beneath him. “I’m yours. Always yours.”

 

 

His movements grow frantic, his thrusts harder, deeper, as we both hurtle toward the edge. I can feel it building inside me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, and I know he’s right there with me, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

 

 

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice raw and commanding. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

 

 

And I do. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under, leaving me breathless and shaking as my body clenches around him, dragging him over the edge with me. He thrusts deep one final time, his growl turning into a guttural moan as he spills inside me, the warmth of him filling me completely.

 

 

We collapse together, our bodies tangled, our breaths ragged, and he pulls me close, his lips brushing over my forehead.

 

 

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, full of adoration. “You’re perfect.”

 

 

As I lay in his arms, feeling his heart beat against mine, I’ve gotta admit, I was feeling pretty perfect!

 

 

And that was just the start of the evening, I’ll leave it with you to imagine what the rest of the night entailed…”

 

 

 

 

*This has been a fictional story, based on what could quite possibly become very real events.

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