Frida and Nit. Erotic Story
With this winter fantasy, I once again offer you my creativity in the form of an erotic story. This is the first chapter of the stories of Frida and Nit, two women who could not stay apart from each other for long.
This chapter includes a game I played on X, where I asked my followers to write the first word that came to their minds. Those words appear in bold throughout the story.
This story is copyrighted. After receiving several proposals to publish a book, I decided to protect my writing. These are original works, and it takes me many hours to present them in the way you will find here.
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The fantasies you are about to read are pure fiction, but they were originally born from my own tendencies and desires, so they could perfectly be real.
One: Temptation
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Rain had been falling steadily since early morning, so Frida had decided to plan a day at home in front of the fireplace.
She found it hard to relax, but she had done everything she could think of to ensure nothing would disturb her—not even her own thoughts. Exotic scented candles, dim lighting in the living room, ambient music from her “relax” playlist, and her phone on airplane mode formed her small trench against the stress of recent days.
Frida was a unique woman, full of charisma. She shone so brightly when surrounded by people that she had learned to seek moments of silence to process all the stimuli she absorbed: admiring glances, flirtations from young men hungry for MILF experiences, and the inevitable small talk she knew how to avoid with elegance and discretion.
That afternoon she sat on the sofa and, after staring at the fire for a while, realized she had forgotten something: she hadn’t disconnected her doorbell—and at that very moment, it rang, breaking the wonderful state of peace she had reached.
The sound startled her.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to open the door.
Seconds later, standing before her was a smiling woman holding a bottle of wine, looking at her with excitement and expectation. It was Nit, a friend of a friend whom she had met one night at a jazz festival—and with whom she had become quietly infatuated.
At the time, she hadn’t dared to say anything, and Nit had become the secret muse of many of her fantasies.
Frida stood there in shock, but still invited her in.
Nit loved the atmosphere of the house and, in a very complicit tone, said:
—This is the perfect setting for what I wanted to propose. Shall we start with a glass of this wine I brought?
Two: Breaking the Ice
Frida couldn’t believe what was happening. For a moment, she felt like singing that famous song stuck in her head: “la vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida” But she chose not to break the sensual tension that was forming and invited Nit to sit on the sofa.
Together, smiling, they watched the fire for a while, chatting and calming their nerves.
It didn’t take long to break the ice.
Soon, Nit placed her hand on Frida’s leg.
Frida looked at that hand with desire. Her mind began to imagine a thousand things she wanted to do, but she held back—the mere contemplation of that hand was already driving her wild.
After a few seconds savoring the anticipation, she took Nit’s hand and began to slowly lick her fingers, one by one.
Frida had a very particular fetish, and it seemed as if Nit had read her mind.
Just as there are foot fetishists, couldn’t there be hand fetishists? Aren’t hands one of the most expressive and storied parts of the body?
She didn’t care whether her inclination had a name—whether it was legitimate, perverse, or normal. Long ago, she had embraced wandering along the edges of what society considers “normal,” surrendering to her extravagant passions without needing to answer to anyone.
The sound of her licking and the crackling fire created a beautiful soundtrack for that unexpected night.
As Frida continued, absorbed like a cat exploring every finger, Nit said in a suggestive tone:
—I’d like to know if you’d feel comfortable if I took on a slightly dominant attitude.
Frida smiled mischievously and replied:
—Please, take the lead without fear. We can use a safeword for this roleplay. How about “papaya”?
They both burst into laughter and discussed how to proceed in a way that ensured care and full consent. In that way, they felt safe to explore the world of BDSM and dive into the dynamic they had just improvised.
Three: Twisted Games
Nit began giving Frida instructions in a gentle but firm tone, and Frida followed them without hesitation. With every command, her excitement grew until she felt as though she burned even more than the fire before them.
—Lick me more slowly. Savor each finger as if nothing else existed. Look at me while you do it. Kneel in front of me. Now move to my feet—take off these heels and taste them slowly too.
—Yes, ma’am. At your service, ma’am.
—Move up my legs. Keep licking, but slowly approach this sacred place beneath my thong.
Frida obeyed, placing her hands on Nit’s legs as she continued.
—Who gave you permission to touch me? —Nit said sternly, giving her a light slap.
—I’m sorry, ma’am… please be gracious.
—From now on, you must ask permission for anything you want to do. Is that clear?
—Yes, ma’am.
—Put some wine in your mouth. Come closer and give it to me to drink. Now lick here with all your effort —she said, pointing to her vulva as she removed her thong.
And so they continued for a long time, blending flavors and indulging in sensation.
Four: Explosions
Frida devoted herself completely to exploring every corner of her mistress, her body burning as she listened to her moans. She lost track of time, forgot the world entirely—her only focus was that soaked, trembling center.
She explored it with her tongue in every possible way and could have gone on for hours.
But a cry from Nit brought her back.
Nit’s body trembled violently as she climaxed intensely. The spasms filled the room as if an earthquake were shaking everything around them.
The waves seemed to travel through the entire house—perhaps even the whole city.
Then came calm.
They embraced in silence, and Nit began to cry softly.
When her orgasm was that powerful, she would cry without quite knowing why. But if the person she was with didn’t panic and simply stayed with her in silence, it became a deep release.
Afterward, her face seemed even more beautiful, as if lit from within. She never looked more radiant than after climaxing.
Frida looked at her, completely in love.
Her mind filled with restless thoughts. How could a woman like her have chosen her? How could she keep her by her side forever?
But those thoughts vanished when Nit slid her hand between Frida’s legs and began to move with determination.
Frida realized she was still intensely aroused—and that hand was exactly what she needed.
She surrendered to the sensation, and within minutes felt herself approaching the edge.
—I’m going to come, ma’am… I’m going to come.
—Yes. You’re going to come because I order you to. Come for me. Let me enjoy your cries of pleasure. I want you to explode like a bomb.
If Nit’s cries had been loud, Frida’s would have shattered any device capable of measuring sound.
Five: The Kitchen
—A tie —Nit said, smiling—. We’re even now.
She paused.
—And if you want… we can start again.
Frida laughed.
—Okay. But first I’m going to cook something delicious to nourish you—and to thank you for one of the best moments of my life.
They walked to the kitchen naked, stopping to kiss every few steps.
Once there, they realized they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and took five hours just to manage a plate of spaghetti, unable to focus on anything but continuing to explore each other’s bodies and delight their souls.
But that story… I’ll leave for the next chapter.
Notes
If after reading this you’d like to plan an adventure with me and one of my friends, you can check my conditions here.
References
“La vida te da sorpresas” — song by Rubén Blades, Pedro Navaja