Summer Evening in Kyoto

Cuckold Short Stories · approx. 6 min read · 18+

This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.

I sit in the steaming onsen, the hot water enveloping my body like a second skin. The gentle sounds of nature—the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze—mingle with the soft splashing of the water. My gaze wanders through the lush vegetation that surrounds me like a green curtain, and I think of him, of Alexander. My paramedic. For months he’s been working in another city, and the longing is eating me up. I remember our time in the emergency room, where I worked as a resident doctor and he as a paramedic. The irregular shifts, the hectic nights, and then the quiet moments when we could only see each other via video call. It was as if we lived in different worlds, and yet we felt unspeakably close. Now, in this silence, I feel my pussy getting wet, just at the thought of him. I let my hand slide under the water and stroke my labia, which already feel hot and swollen. I think of his hands, his fingers, his hard cock, and I moan softly as I imagine him taking me right here and now.

I remember the nights we talked for hours, about our dreams, our fears, and our deepest desires. Alexander always had a way of making me laugh, even on the hardest days. But it was his voice, his gaze, that made me burn. I remember one night when he said to me on the phone: “I want to fuck you until you scream.” My hand slid immediately between my legs as I imagined him taking me hard. I heard his heavy breathing as I pleasured myself, and we came together, separated by miles, but united in our lust. Now, sitting in this onsen, I feel melancholic, but also horny. The beauty of nature around me reminds me of the transience of our moments, and I want him now. Immediately.

I think of the last few weeks. Alexander told me about his shifts in the ambulance service, and I recounted my experiences in the ER. It was as if we moved in two different worlds, and yet we felt connected. I remember the way he looked at me, with an intensity that made me melt. His gaze wandered over my body as I lay in bed, wearing only a thin thong. I spread my legs slightly, and he groaned when he saw my wet pussy. “I want to lick you,” he whispered, and I felt my arousal swell. I guided his fingers through the screen as if he could really touch me. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I said, and I heard him stroking himself. We came together, breathing heavily, and I knew I needed him. When he told me a few days ago that he would soon come to Kyoto to finally see me again, my heart fluttered with joy. I looked forward to our meeting place, to the chance to hold him in my arms again, to feel his hard cock inside me. But now, sitting in the onsen waiting for him, I can’t help wondering if our relationship is still the same. If the distance between us hasn’t driven us apart. But then I think of his touch, his taste, and I know we’ll find each other again immediately.

I hear the creak of the wooden door and turn around. Alexander stands in the entrance, a smile on his face, but I see the greed in his eyes. His body is muscular, his face slightly sweaty from the journey. My heart beats faster as I look at him, and I feel like a teenager on a first date. He comes towards me, and I can’t take my eyes off him. His eyes have the same intensity as always, and I know I still love him. When he reaches me, he takes my hand and pulls me to him. I feel his warmth, his closeness, and I know I’m home again. We embrace, and I feel like I’m in a dream. The world around us disappears, and there’s only the two of us. But then I feel his hardness through his pants, and a shiver runs down my spine. He presses his body against mine, and I feel his cock pressing against my belly. “I missed you,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “I want to fuck you, here and now.” I look into his eyes, and I see the longing, the passion. I am his, and he is mine.

As we pull apart, Alexander looks at me, and I see the greed in his eyes. I know he wants me, he needs me. His hand moves to my neck, and he pulls me to him. His lips meet mine, and the kiss is hungry, demanding. His tongue enters my mouth, and I taste the saltiness of his skin. I moan into his mouth as his hands glide over my wet body. They stroke my breasts, my tits, which are firm and sensitive in the hot water. He squeezes them gently, and I feel my nipples harden. “You make me so horny,” he murmurs, as his lips move to my neck. He sucks on my skin, and I feel a shiver of pleasure shoot through my body. I let my head fall back and enjoy the feeling of his lips on my skin. But I want more. I want his cock.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, and I reach for his pants. I open the belt and let his pants slide down. His cock springs out, hard and thick, the glans glistening wet. I wrap my hand around it and feel the warmth radiating from it. “I want to feel you inside me,” I say, and I guide him to my pussy, which is already dripping wet. He groans as he feels the moisture, and he presses me against the edge of the onsen. The water splashes around us as he positions himself between my legs. I spread them wide, and I feel the glans at my entrance. “Take me,” I whisper, and he thrusts. His cock penetrates me, and I scream out in pleasure. He’s so deep, so full, and I feel him filling me. “Yes, fuck me,” I moan, as he moves inside me. Each thrust drives him deeper into me, and I feel my walls clench around him. “You feel so good,” he pants, and I feel his hot breath on my skin.

“Harder,” I demand, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts harder, and the water splashes around us.