Rainbow of Lust an erotic story

An erotic story full of colors, desire and secret desire

It was one of those summer evenings when the heat makes the asphalt vibrate. The city lay in golden twilight, breathing heavily, humid — almost like a body on the verge of ecstasy.

She stood by the window of her old loft on the third floor. Barefoot. Her toes touched the cool parquet while her gaze glided through the open window. The air was pregnant with tension, the sky was covered with dark clouds that piled up into a thunderstorm.

A single drop fell. And then another. And suddenly it rained — a gentle, warm summer rain that didn't cool, but increased the desire for what was yet to come. She leaned out and smelled the damp plaster that mixed with the scent of blooming jasmine.

That's when she saw him — the rainbow. Huge, colorful, almost otherworldly. An arc of light that connected heaven and earth for a brief moment. Something in her started to tingle. An expectation. An inner burning that slowly grew into a hungry desire.

The visitor in the white shirt

The doorbell interrupted the moment. Gentle but firm. A deep breath, a last look in the mirror. Her hair fell over her shoulders in light waves, the silk cloak wrapped around her body like liquid light.

When she opened the door, he was standing there. Big Dark pants. White shirt that stuck slightly to his muscular upper body from the rain. His hair is moist, his eyes dark and clear. Not a word was said — but it vibrated like electricity between them.

He stepped in. She closed the door behind him, slowly, carefully. Her fingers gently brushed his arm — a conscious touch, a silent signal. The atmosphere was thick, as if a single wrong word could destroy the magic.

Their eyes met. He took off his jacket and let it slide carelessly over the back of the chair. Still not a word. Just that electrical crackling between skin and space.

Unclothed from light

She turned around and walked slowly in front of him — into the living room, where the flickering candlelight made shadows dance across the walls. The music played softly in the background: slow jazz, seductive, slightly melancholy.

He looked at her, watched her every move as if he were studying a work of art. With a single, elegant movement, she untied the knot on her dressing gown. The fabric slid to the ground like a silk waterfall. Underneath — nothing. Just them.

Her bare skin glowed in candlelight, soft and inviting. No uncertainty, no shame. She stood there like a goddess, conscious, proud, complete in her sensuality.

He stepped closer. Centimeter by centimeter. The tension was almost unbearable—so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. Her lips opened slightly, not to speak but to taste.

The first kiss, the first fire

His hand was placed on her waist. Firm, warm, demanding. Her lips were in a kiss that had everything in it: restraint, curiosity, hunger. It wasn't a hasty kiss, but a slow exploration, a promise without words.

His fingers ran down her back, playing with the curve of her hips, the delicate arch of her shoulder blades. Her hands went under his shirt and felt the warmth of his skin, which trembled softly.

He lifted it into his arms, effortlessly, as if it were light as a feather. Carried her to the sofa by the window, where the rainbow was still enthroned over the city in full splendor — like a guardian of sensuality.

The rainbow on her skin

She sank onto the soft cushion. Her hair fanned across the linen like a dark veil as he bent over her. Her eyes held tight — like a stream that swept through them both.

And then the game began:
He kissed her below her collarbone — gently.
Between her breasts — researching.
On the inside of her thighs — demanding.

Each color of the rainbow was reflected in a moment of their lust:

• Rot — the blazing fire within them.
• Orange — the rising heat between her legs.
• yellows — the glowing pulsation of her nerves.
• greenery — the wild nature of their desire.
• Blau — the deep peace after the first peak.
• Violett — the mystical connection between their bodies.

He took his time. Touch it not only with your hands, but with your eyes, with your breath, with your whole being. Their bodies fused — demanding and tender at the same time, raw yet full of emotion.

Merging under the sky

The rain was pattering harder. Lightning flashed through the night as their bodies moved in an ancient rhythm. No words — just the groans, the murmurs, the soft whispers of the skin.

She clawed into his shoulders, fell down, opened up in every way. He took them — completely. Not just physically, but with an intensity that went far beyond the moment.

The sofa became a stage, the rainbow a symbol, the moment became eternity. They came — individually, together, immersed in one another.

The last glimpse of the sky

When they later lay next to each other, naked, exhausted but filled, the rainbow had long since faded. The sky had become dark, the city was quiet.

He played with a strand of hair, kissed her forehead. No talk, no explanation. Just a joint aftershock that floated in the room like a soft melody.

The rain had stopped. And yet something reverberated — a feeling that could not be expressed in words. A rainbow of pleasure that would exist between them forever — within, in secret, in the splendor of memory.

If you want, I would be happy to write you a sequel or a new story with a specific setting (e.g. “in a Parisian hotel”, “on a sailboat”, “in an exclusive wellness resort”) or suitable for a specific character such as a dominatrix, high-class escort or femme fatale. Just let me know!