Erotica one shots

Stars

It's set in the 18th century village. Just so you know how I imagined it

The scent of fresh hay was strong in the humid summer night. I could hear the mosquitoes buzzing in the dark around me as I ran trough the field. It will soon be midnight and I was being late, I knew. But father wouldn't fall asleep. Lastly his snoring filled the room and I was able to make my escape. My shoes made crunching sounds as in stepped on the short leftovers of grass. The moon was shining bright and clear. Full moon. Perfect lighting. The haystack I was looking for was right in front of me. He even made an opening, a place for us to lay or sit down. But he wasn't there. I slowed down and looked into the night searching for his familiar form. Suddenly someone grabbed me around my waist from behind and I shrieked laughing as my feet left the ground for a moment. I turned around and kissed him. I knew who it was by the feeling of his hand on my hip and the smell of his skin. We stumbled backwards and fell on our "bed". Our kisses were passionate, hungry, even desperate sometimes. He fumbled with the layers of my nightskirt  until he managed to get me loose and touch my skin. His lips found mine again and I grabbed his soft curls as he explored me with his fingers. Soft as feathers but leaving fire wherever they passed. I moaned softly so softly as he made circles just below my hip bone. Finally he had enough of waiting and went down with his fingers. The stars, so clear and so bright were shining down on us as I closed my eyes and melted into him. I was fading, drowning and clinging to the only thing present, only thing solid in the warm summer night - to him, for my bare survival. As I collapsed I wanted to scream but I couldn't. To lie down and fade into air, just right then and there, would be perfection. But we weren't even nearly done. We had the nights, days we let them have, but the nights were just ours. So we made the most of them. I looked into his

eyes. So beautiful and strange, changing colors. And we kissed. Slowly, leisurely at first but as always it had a life of his own. Soon enough it was almost violent with desire. It was all back as a wave crushing around us. Not a single thought was able to form in my mind. Just him. We never stopped kissing as we hurriedly took his clothes off. We never stopped kissing as he entered me. We never stopped kissing as we found an unique way our bodies moved together. We never stopped kissing until we were lying in the hay. Both breathing heavily hands locked together. Looking at the stars in the warm summer night. The nights were ours.