Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica

Bad Boys Do It Better

• Poison Ivy

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A cautious professor confronts inherited fears, meets the neighbor she misjudged, and chooses desire with clear consent and agency. What begins as a locked door turns into an open night of conversation, connection, and heat that reframes old stories.

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You've entered Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form. I'm Poison Ivy, your seductive guide through stories that tease, tempt, and tangle the senses. New tales every Monday and indulge deeper on Patreon.com slash Poison Ivy Erotica and explore more on my Amazon author page. Links in the description. Now surrender to the he of this week's story. Bad boys do it better. Written by myself. What is that noise? It took me a few moments to realize the beeping sound disturbing my dream was the alarm. How rude, I thought as I sat up and turned off that annoying sound. Stretching my arms over my head, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser that was directly across from my bed. My long wavy brown hair was all over the place. I laughed at myself, thinking what a fright I would look if I had a man in my bed. Looking over at the other side of the bed, I got a little sad. It had been some time since I woke up to a man in my bed. Looking away, I noticed it was six fifteen already and I needed to get my butt up and ready before I was late for my class. Today I plan to teach my intro to psych students about systematic desensitation, which is a way to help a person rid themselves of phobias or irrational fears. Something I knew a lot about. My mother was the queen of irrational fears. Over the years I've used this technique to help rid myself of fears she installed in me. I seriously had a messed up childhood, and that was a big reason I went on to study psychology. But there wasn't time to think of that. I finally got up and hurriedly started getting ready. I always think I'm going to get up with more than enough time, but as always I was rushing out the door. I had my hand in my purse, searching to make sure I had the keys as I stepped off the front door of my townhouse. It was located on the end of a row of townhouses. It was next door to a small house that was only separated by a garage. I usually tried to avoid the guy that lived there. He was good looking with his jet black hair and great body. It was his tattoos, leather jackets, and motorcycle he drew that had me checking to make sure he wasn't outside. Another gift from my crazy mother. Today though, I was in such a rush. I forgot to check the side window. I was just about to walk back in to search for the keys, but noticed that the hot bad boy neighbor outside was working on his bike right in front of his garage and next to my car. I quickly shut the door and headed out to my car. I fished around and finally found the car key. I had taken the house keys off the keyring when I was at the gym last, and I got so distracted by my neighbor. I forgot. My hands were shaking as I got to my car. And of course I dropped my keys, which landed under the car. Oh, I thought, what the hell was wrong with me? As I was getting down to grab the keys, I heard, good morning neighbor. A little startled. I turned around to see him standing there by his bike with a wrench in his hand. He was so sexy in his jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket. But my mom had warned me about these type of guys. Good morning, I stammered out. Finally, I found the keys and was able to get in my car, which I did quickly. As I backed down the drive, I snuck a look at my neighbor. He had gone back to working on his bike. Oh he was so manly, so sexy and such a bad boy. I have spent more than one night awake, lonely and thinking about what it would be like to be ravished by him. I bet he's been with a lot of women and knows how to please. Shaking my head to clear my dirty thoughts, since this was not the time for them. I had a long day ahead of me. After teaching my classes, I had plans to meet my friends for dinner and some drinks. Mac watched as his neighbor left in a fluster. He barely ever got a glimpse of her. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was purposely avoiding running into him. He'd found out from a neighbor that she was a college professor. He had never been with an intelligent woman, and it was a bit intimidating. There were so many times he thought about going over there and trying to start up a conversation, but was afraid he would say something that showed he didn't have the same book smarts. But man did he wonder what it would be like to be with someone with so much class. The last chick he was with crushed a beer can on her forehead after she chugged it. She was a bit aggressive in bed. Made me wonder if she wanted to be the man. Switching his mind back to his neighbor, he imagined how soft her skin must be. She probably smells amazing. He wondered what sound she makes when having an orgasm. Damn, he needed to stop thinking like this. His dick was getting hard, and he had to leave soon. Putting his thoughts behind him. He cleaned up his tools and got on his bike to ride out to his motorcycle repair shop and get it opened. Anne had a world win of a day. It started with being late to her first class. But luckily the students had waited for it. As soon as her class ended, she had to leave to meet up with her friends for dinner and drinks. Normally, she didn't drink a lot, but that day had been long and a bit stressful. The alcohol was washing away all memories of it. By the time we were ready to say goodbye, I was stumbling. One of my girlfriend's husbands came to pick her up and gave me a ride home as well. I waved goodbye and stumbled up to my door. Oh my god, I can't find my house key. I poured everything on the ground to make sure I didn't miss it. I knew I should have put an extra key outside, but I hadn't gotten around to it. I procrastinate way too much. Fuck, I gritted out. What the hell was I going to do? I took a look around and noticed the light in the garage at my neighbor's house. Every other house was dark and not a single person was around. Taking a big breath, I started walking towards the garage to see if he could somehow help me out. Slowly walking up his drive, I could hear him banging some tools around. Their garage door was halfway up. I could see the light spilling out and hear the music he was listening to. I crept up to the door, held my breath, and knocked. I could see the startled look on his face as he looked up to see me standing there. He reached over and turned down the music. I'm sorry to disturb you, I started. That's alright, he said standing up. I'm so embarrassed, but I've locked myself out. I don't know if there's anything you could do to help. I stood there wringing my hands. He smiled, making my heart leap in my chest. No need to be embarrassed. Let me see what I can do. He looked around and grabbed some tools. Have a seat. He motioned to a leather couch on the side of the wall. Thank you, I said, feeling relieved. I had a feeling everything was going to be alright. I walked over and sat down as he left to go and break into my house for me. It felt like he was gone forever. I started to lose hope he would be able to get in when he came back. All said, he said, coming back in. Are you serious? Oh my god, thank you so much. I was so excited. I jumped up and rushed over to give him a hug. Well, you're very welcome. He smelled so good. I didn't want to let go. Remembering myself, I let go and stepped back. I wanted to thank him somehow for saving me. Would you like to come over for a drink as a thank you? I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped me. I could go for a drink, he replied. I couldn't believe he actually accepted the offer. I waited for him to put up his tools, and then he followed me over to my now unlocked door. I walked him into the kitchen and had him sit at the counter. What would you like? Beer or wine? I knew the answer before I even asked, but wanted to be polite and give him a choice. Beer would be nice. I handed him a beer. I kept a few just in case the guest wanted one. I prefer wine and poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. I was already tipsy from earlier with the added alcohol. It had me feeling really good and relaxed. For the first time, I wasn't feeling insecure or irrationally afraid of my neighbor. We made our way to the living room and sat on the sofa, turned towards each other. I was impressed after having a conversation with him. He spoke intelligently and was very interesting. He even surprised me when he talked so passionately about boys he mentored that come from broken homes. There was this compassion in him. He looked like such a bad boy, but in reality, he had a big heart. As the night waned on, our conversation became more intimate. He was so interesting and sexy. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man like that. As my thoughts wandered, I felt myself getting turned on. I was getting warm and wet between my legs. My nipples were hard as pebbles wanting to be touched. Internally, I was telling myself that I was a single adult and could do what I wanted. I knew my mother wouldn't approve, but she wasn't here. And I needed to stop letting her fears control my life. For the first time in my life, I decided to take charge and get what I wanted. Biting my lip and using the confidence the alcohol gave me, I leaned in and kissed him. I was a little afraid he would get upset with my bull move. But he was definitely not upset at all. It was just the cue he needed to know I was just as interested as he in ending this night with passion. It was like all our inhibitions flew out the window and were replaced by our animalistic desires like a movie scene or more appropriately a porno. He grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck and crushed his mouth on mine with such intensity. My heart was pounding, my legs went weak, and all thoughts left my head. All my senses were turned on by this man in front of me. His hands wandered down to cup my ass, cheeks and squeeze. His fingers were so close to my hearted him to feel me. His mouth left mine travelling down my throat to the tops of my breasts. For a minute I felt a little self-conscious as my breasts weren't that big. I only had bee cups. He didn't seem to mind though. He pulled the fabric down and devoured my nipples like he was a starving man. Oh my god, I've never been so turned on. He rushed down from my chest to my stomach and down between my legs. He raised his hand, kissing and licking his way up to my ear. Let's go to your room, he whispered. I smiled and stood up. Taking him by the hand, I led him up the stairs. I made sure to swish my ass seductively as we climbed the stairs. I led him into my room. I turned on a light in the corner that wasn't very bright. I wanted to see what he was going to do to me. As I turned around, he grabbed me, startling me a little. Picking me up, he carried me the short distance to the bed and laid me down. He took his time undressing me one garment at a time. By the time he reached my panties, I was dying to feel his touch. He stood up as I lay there naked and took his shirt off. His chest was muscular with tattoos and no hair except a little trail like an arrow on his lower stomach. I wanted to see where that trail led to. I bit my lip as he started unbuttoning his pants. Finally he pushed them down. And to my surprise he had nothing underneath. His cock sprang out, making my mouth water. It was long at least seven inches and thick. I knew I was going to really feel that inside me. I crawled over to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his cock and slid my watering mouth over the tip, sucking and swirling my tongue. I pushed my ass up in the air to give him a good view of my rounded cheeks as I enjoyed him in my mouth. His moans as I gagged on him drove me wild. I felt my juices sliding down the inside of my thighs. He pulled away after a few minutes, probably not wanting to come yet. He laid me back on my back, spreading my legs. He pulled me to the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and laid my head back. I felt his fingers gently touch my slick folds, spreading them. He slid a finger in at the same time his mouth descended on my engorged nub. He sucked and pumped inside, driving me wild. My moans turned into cries of ecstasy as I came hard in his mouth. He sucked and licked as my pussy pulsed over and over. I thought he would come up after. I came down, but he continued to suck my pussy until I was just about to orgasm again. As my moans became more ragged, he moved up my body, kissing his way to my erect nipples, pausing to take each one in his mouth, gently sucking, sending waves of heat down my stomach, continuing down between my legs. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel myself stretched around his hardness. Finally he was rubbing his tip of his cock on my wet opening. He pushed the tip in, teasing me. I shook my head back and forth. I was right on the verge of ecstasy. I just needed something more. In one swift motion he pushed the rest of his throbbing cock inside me. Oh it was so big. I could feel every inch of him. He held himself all the way inside, feeling my walls pulse around him. I gripped his back and wrapped my legs around as I came hard on his cock. Ooh, as the pulsing subsided, he began sliding himself in and out. Every movement set me higher and higher towards another orgasm. He was so masterful in his love making. His thrust became harder to match my cries as my body climbed towards a sweet ecstasy. My cries became more like screams. He put his hand flat on my stomach, right above my pubic bone, for leverage and slammed the fuck out of me. This is why women love bad boys, I thought. God, he felt amazing. After my cry subsided, he rolled us over, giving me control. I slid myself up and down his shaft, enjoying pleasuring myself with his cock. His moans were intoxicating. His hands were on my breast gently squeezing my nipples. I felt myself climbing towards ecstasy again. He cuffed my ass and held me in place while he pumped me from beneath. Just as my pussy began to pulse and my juices flowed, he still and held himself in me. I felt his hot liquid explode deep inside me. Feeling his cock pulsing at the same time as my pussy made me orgasm even harder. I stayed there for a minute with his cock going limp in me before I finally was able to move. God, this was an amazing night, I thought. Well, thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form. Until next week.

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