Elena's Creative Block

Elena let out a sigh of frustration -aaahg…- she had spent hours in front of the laptop monitor, but the white sheet was still empty, for the first time she had a block that wouldn't let her write, maybe it was because Sebastian was out of town, she sat in her chair staring into space with her hands resting on her head, silence invaded her apartment, only interrupted by the sound of the clock. She looked out the window at the sky that was painted purple by the sunset, trying to find inspiration, she saw the birds return to their nests, the vibrations on her wooden table brought her back to reality, she almost fell asleep with her eyes open, a call came in on her phone, she had put it on silent so she could concentrate, which evidently hadn't done much good, she adjusted her glasses with her index finger and looked at who was calling -Sebastian! - she said with her eyes lit up, she noticed how her heart was racing, she fixed her hair as if Sebastian could see her through a phone call.

How silly! Why am I fixing my hair? She said laughing, hello?

- Elena? How are you? How is “the last kitten” doing with those stories? hahaha-
Don't call me that - The Last Kitten is my nickname as an erotic writer

-I already told you I'm going to change it, I'm a little... blocked. How are you? How's your exhibition going?

Sebastian was an amateur writer but he already had some fans who liked his short stories, I met Sebastian in the literature club, I had joined the club after my friend Susana confessed to me that she earned some money writing erotic stories and gave me one of her texts to help her improve it, I thought it was something dirty but Susana wrote Fanfic, I had no idea what that was, I almost laughed out loud when I read the first paragraphs at home, anyway, I helped her. Susana knew that I had a talent for literature, the teachers always showed my essays as an example for others, after a few days Susana paid me for having helped her.

-You should try it, people liked what you wrote- she said while searching in her purse and I was sitting on one of the benches at the university, she took out ten dollars and gave them to me -It's easy money- she said while smiling, turned around and left. I don't know if it was easy money, but I know I could write better stories than Susana's, that aren't Fanfic.

- Elena? Are you still there? - Sebastian's voice on the other end of the phone brought her back.

Yes, how did it go for you?

-We did well, all the copies were sold, now we are collecting everything-
Elena heard the voice of Sebastian's girlfriend calling him from afar - love, can you help me with this? -

She felt her heart break into a thousand pieces. It was obvious that he would go with his girlfriend, why wouldn't he go with her? It was too good to be true, what if he called me when he was alone, at this hour? I've never been so lucky to be alone with him, it was always his girlfriend or someone else.

-Yes, I'm coming, by the way, Elena, there was an explicit content area at the event, you know, you should join us next time and bring something, well I have to go, think about it-

Had he spoken to me just for that? Whatever the case, I didn't mind hearing his warm voice, even if it was over the phone.

-aaahg- Elena sighed again, this time it wasn't because she couldn't write a story but because she had to say goodbye to Sebastián, especially thinking that he was with his girlfriend.

- Are you jealous, Elena? For God's sake, he already had a girlfriend when you met him- she said as she left the phone on the table.

Elena knew perfectly well that Sebastián had a girlfriend, but that didn't stop her from thinking about Sebastián in different ways. She wondered at what point she had started to notice him. She had approached him when she read one of his texts in the university newspaper, she recognized his last name in the club and thought it would be a good idea to ask him for advice about narrative and other things, since writing a story was different from writing essays.

What had it been? Her arms? Her brown hair, that curled and shaped itself, framing his face? The shape of his eyes? The tone of his deep voice? Was it his perfume? His straight profile? Her lips, with that defined and pleasant shape that I like to see when he speaks?

Elena was still sitting in front of her laptop thinking about Sebastian and the small moments she was alone with him, her head began to fantasize, imagining that Sebastian would enter through that main door of her apartment as if by magic, as if he didn't have to travel fifty kilometers from the event to her apartment, imagining that he would enter through that door to caress her, she let herself be carried away by her desires, she began to write:

I felt his hands on my shoulders, how he slowly slid them caressing my arms, his breath behind my ear, how he ran down my neck, joining our hands.
- So you like writing erotic stories? Why don't you write about this? - she whispered in my ear with her sweet voice.

He kissed my neck, hugging me from behind, I closed my eyes and let myself get carried away by the moment, I let him massage my breasts, while his right hand slid between my legs, caressing over my clothes, my gasps began to become noticeable, I brought my hand to his head caressing his hair, letting him continue kissing my neck, my hips moved back and forth slowly, feeling the circular movements of his fingers.

-This isn't right Sebastian- I said between gasps, -you have a girlfriend, if she finds out about this she's going to kill me, I think she already imagines that I like you-
- How do you say that when your nipples are so hard? - I moaned as I felt his fingers squeeze one and gently pull on it. - Do you want me to stop? - He whispered in my ear, I shook my head as I bit my lip and moved my hips seeking more contact from his hand. My gasps intensified causing Sebastian to grunt and move his fingers faster, creating an endless circle of pleasure where my moans made him move faster and his movements made me moan more.

Elena was surprised to see how fast she was writing, fantasizing about Sebastian being in her apartment caressing her. She felt a little embarrassed -I can't show this to Sebastian- she would have to change the names later, but for the moment she would continue writing. She felt her body temperature rise and her heartbeat accelerate. She took off her sweater, leaving her only in her thin blouse that revealed her erect nipples. She felt her blouse caress them. She played with them for a brief moment, caressing them and pinching them over her blouse a little. After a while she went back to writing.

I closed my legs, trapping his hand to prevent him from moving any further. I didn't want to wet my jeans and I felt like he was close, but I couldn't ask him to stop either.

First of all: I didn't want to

Secondly: I couldn't get a word out.

The grazing was too intense that my gasps and moans had taken over my mouth and closing my legs had only increased the pressure of his hand on my vulva and had not served to stop his movements, now it was the entire palm of his hand shaking my body hard. Sebastian noticed my eyes roll back, he threw my head back pulling my hair, silencing my gasps with a kiss, my body trembled like crazy, my legs more, I felt like I rose for a moment to heaven, like my soul and my body separated for an instant. Sebastian didn't stop kissing me, it was as if he had been thirsty for me all this time, waiting for this moment to have me like this, under his control. My chest rose and fell, agitated by the moment, his movements ceased, gently caressing my vulva, he slowly moved his hand up, running it all over my abdomen, my skin was still so sensitive that I could clearly feel him over my clothes caressing my breasts again, Sebastian stopped kissing me, letting go of my hair, our lips were still too close.

-You've held back- I noticed a bit of disappointment in his voice.
I really like these jeans, I said, my voice shaking, my face still flushed and full of pleasure.

-then take them off-

Sebastian unbuttoned my pants, I followed his orders without objection, I took off my jeans by myself without thinking twice, it's not like I didn't want this anyway, my panties showed how much I had tried to hold back, but it was useless to try to hide the moisture I had let out previously, I stood letting him see my ass framed by the lace of the cheekbones that was lost between my buttocks and highlighted their shape, I didn't think about it anymore, I turned towards him and took off my sweater, my apartment was starting to get hot or was it me? I hung from his neck and began to kiss him on the lips, as if Sebastian was going to disappear, I jumped towards him and surrounded him with my legs making him carry me, holding on to my buttocks.

Elena covered her mouth with both hands, trembling, her eyes wide open, she couldn't believe what she was writing about Sebastian and she certainly couldn't show this to Sebastian, however, her body was already hot, she could hear her heart clearly and for a change her vulva was beginning to throb, demanding attention.

-How pathetic- she thought, -as if you couldn't get someone else, come on Elena, you're not that bad, you've always tried to take care of yourself, keeping your weight, that's why you got into athletics, right? Why does it have to be him? You didn't even know him before all this, getting into the literature club was just a coincidence, there are guys who are more ripped in athletics, so...-

-They're not him…- she said out loud, she moved her laptop away and relaxed in the chair, putting her hand in her pants to caress her vulva, she noticed how wet she was, she continued the fantasy in her head, imagining that Sebastian would discover her story and agree to do the same to her, carrying her by the buttocks, letting her wrap her legs around him while she hung from his neck. She moaned imagining the continuation of her fantasy, his fingers moved in a circular motion massaging her clitoris, she was already hot and wet enough, she got up to take off her jeans and panties, and went to the small piece of furniture in the living room, she settled in and caressed her vulva one last time before inserting her two fingers, she was so wet that they slid in without a problem, she imagined Sebastian caressing her body and doing so many things to her, she imagined his body on top of her moving, with his cock trying to reach further inside, big and wide with the veins showing.

- Sebastian… ah! – she moaned, repeating his name – yes!... yes!... mmmfh… – she panted faster and louder until her gasps turned into moans, this time her body really tensed, her fingers moved faster, moving in and out, her hips trembled, a wave of pleasure and heat rose from the depths of her being, growing with each moan and beat of her heart, her body covered in a light layer of sweat gave itself over to the pleasure, Elena let out a loud moan that ran through her whole body, making her tremble with pleasure, her legs closed convulsively the muscles of her thighs tensed trying to contain the inevitable, however small jets escaped, wetting the floor.

Elena remained lying on the couch for a moment, still trembling, with her mind blank, little by little she regained her composure, thinking about what she would do with those feelings growing in her chest.

-I don't want to spill them on the floor forever-