Tinkerbell - An Erotic Story by Edtraveller

[edtraveller]

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“Tinkerbell”
By EdTraveller

I am writing this to relate a private experience I had one night that shook my entire being. I am not even sure looking back how real it was, but real or not it profoundly changed me.

One night, as I lay in bed, the sultriness of the evening, floral scents coming through my window and my encounters with some beautiful women earlier all conspired to increase the all familiar feeling in my core. As I was coming erect, a slight motion caught my eye.

A fairy had just flown through my window and was hovering, regarding me. I call her “Tinkerbell” but the resemblance ended at her delicate form. Beautiful and frail as she was, this was no blue-eyed girl with wings out of Disney. She wasn’t tiny either. Most depict fairies as ranging in size anywhere from a grasshopper to a small bird.

My fairy was about the size of a small puppy, with a figure of a young adult female and a beautifully sculpted face. Her hair was short but unstyled, and the color best described as light green with dark blue accents here and there. She was dressed in a very short shift that clung to her and shimmered almost like a colorful peacock, concealing small but perfectly shaped breasts, beautifully full but perfectly rounded hips and revealing perfect thighs with her feet in slippers matching her shift.

She wore no jewelry, her skin was colored dark gold and appeared as soft and supple as velvet. Her eyes were bottomless pools of black with a pert nose in between them and pouting beestung coral lips.

Unlike our mythical fairies, she did not say a word or try to communicate. Her scrutiny of me betrayed only a curiosity that was both intense and aloof at the same time.

As we regarded each other, my body was involuntarily responding to this beauty, and I was too enrapt to be aware of my state until she flew down to within inches of my erection and gravely stared at it. Embarrassed, I quickly covered myself, which startled her. She hovered a second at the window before disappearing into the night.

The shock of this exchange took its effect, and I knew I had become flaccid. I lay for awhile thinking over this encounter and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Over the next two days, my mind went back over and over to that evening. I was convinced that it had been a very vivid dream, and I felt regret that I had ended it so unfortunately. Over the next weeks, the incident was pretty much gone from my mind, and I thought little of it.

Then one night, I had left the window open. Laying in bed naked as before, the evening air had an unexplainable sultriness that brought me to arousal. My thoughts went back to my fairy, and before long, I was surprised by a soft whirring sound and saw her enter the window. Those coal black eyes regarded me as before with her blank expression, and I noticed her attention drifted to my hardening penis.

She flew to it by degrees and this time, I made no move to cover myself. Suddenly she flew out the window but before I could react, I saw her come back in, still wearing her slippers but her shift was now missing.

This time, she flew purposefully to my member and placed herself in a sitting position with her back facing me. Sitting there, she wrapped those soft legs firmly around my base. Her mouth was almost at the height of the lower part of the tip. She was feeling around this edge with her right hand and used her left to balance and steady herself.

By now, my body was reacting in full to her presence and the pressure of my erection was so extreme it was aching in a way that I remembered from my late teenage years, and precum was already weeping from it.

I groaned and went to touch her, intending to gently fondle her back and legs. She noticed the movement and, in an instant, had shot away from me to hover at the other side of the room. While she didn’t have any expression such as a glare a human woman would have, her eyes looked even more intense than before – fear? Anger? I couldn’t tell. I just knew that touching her with my hands was not to be permitted.

I softly apologized and spread my arms in supplication; she retreated another foot at this and glanced meaningfully at the window. Irrationally, knowing she did not communicate verbally, I still tried to apologize and promised to not ever try to touch her. No reaction. I motioned for her to come back. No reaction.

Then it occurred to me I had to somehow physically communicate my acquiescence. I deliberately tucked both hands under my back as far as possible. At this she returned partly, but still hovering a foot away. Trust was still not restored.

I then did the only other thing I could think of, I breathed out in a low sigh and shut my eyes – signaling complete submission. I was finally rewarded by the slightest brush of her across my chest, then stomach and at last felt her legs wrap themselves snugly around the base with her small breasts pressing against the column.

What happened next was completely outside anything I had ever experienced before. It couldn’t be called sin, as rules and mores were absent. My fairy was no succubus or like any of Audrey Beardsley's mischievous grotesques; she expertly but without emotion or craving ministered to my body. There was no affection or love on her part; her actions resembled more accurately the wrasse or goby fish that are known to clean sharks’ teeth. To her it was a function she was driven to, there was no seduction, no mischief involved.

So there I lay, eyes closed. I felt her legs tighten around my shaft. They were making tiny, almost imperceptible movements, but every nerve in me had come alive, and I was feeling sensations that I thought were 20 years long dead. Likewise her tiny hands continued exploring the outside of the shaft and under the mushroom base, and I could feel everything as if magnified a thousand times.

I was moaning loudly and thought my entire penis was going to explode from the pressure. She was rapidly rubbing her cheek all over the tip and simultaneously licking it producing a copious amount of saliva I didn't was possible given her small size. She was also consuming much of my precum and spreading more of it with her entire body, her torso emitting an intense heat which combined with my precum, her sweat and saliva providing a wonderful lubrication to her relentless rubbing.

What happened next forced my eyes to open from the shock and surprise. I felt my penis was trapped inside the tightest, wettest, warmest cocoon and there were a million vibrations. But I knew even as a magical figure she could not possibly fit me inside!

I opened my eyes and saw her still holding me captive, wrapped tightly around my erection the movements of her face, legs and hands on my captive and thoroughly wettened member was so rapid it was almost a blur - surrounded by what looked like a silver glow with sparks here and there. And her wings were going full strength, buzzing audibly as if she were a giant mockingbird which was responsible for the strong vibration I was feeling throughout.

I held out for a few more seconds then involuntarily bellowed out my orgasm at the top of my lungs, screaming and moaning for it seemed like forever. I was sure the noise had frightened Tinkerbell away, but she was still there, holding on, moving herself in slick up-and-down motions, milking the last out of my reluctantly deflating member, which had shot my wetness everywhere.

I won’t exaggerate. It didn’t hit the ceiling, but more had come out of me than I would have imagined possible even as a younger man. A good portion of it was on Tinkerbell as well as my upper legs and stomach – a few large drops of it right up to my neck. It was a mess, a glorious disaster! I passed out at that point.

Over the next hour I drifted in and out of consciousness aware of a constant purposeful licking over my entire body. I was now also aware of her scent – arousal? When I drifted into sleep, I dreamed of Tinkerbell’s world. Stunningly beautiful hidden societies. Her people as beautiful as she with strange clothing, alien architecture and highly complex artworks. They seemed to be telepathic, but with thoughts not human. One could almost call it unearthly, but I think it was opposite. These immortal fairies if anything were extra-earthly, sharing existence with pagan deities that were bonded to this world that we and other animals share with them only briefly.

I also gathered that in spite of her almost childlike appearance, she was almost as ancient as the earth itself, but without the mental aging – as if she were born as a younger adult and then remaining in that state forever.

As I mentioned, she and her people aren’t human – the relationships are unlike ours; they could be described more as a familiar symbiosis. It relieved me to know that no male fairies would take revenge against me for coupling with their daughter or girlfriend! Also, this Tinkerbell would never be - could never be, jealous of any Wendy Darling.

I came semi-awake to feeling completely clean and dry; and her napping contentedly in the crook of my neck. I could again smell her now strong musk enveloping me which put me into a deeper sleep in which this time I did not dream.

I woke up in the midafternoon the next day. I haven’t seen my fairy again since that evening, but on some lonely nights, or walks through the woods near my place, I have the feeling of being regarded by a familiar and not unfriendly presence.

Finis

[wisper]

You ever think of writing for literotica?

[edtraveller]

You ever think of writing for literotica?

Thank you, Wisper - I just joined and submitted this along with my earlier fantasy about Judy Hopps (A Night with a Bunny) this morning.

If you are there, my new user name is TheGekko