Author: AfroGeekGirl216

My Guilty Pleasure [M/F, Fellatio]

(For Zackary G)

Sucking his cock was my guilty pleasure. And sometimes it was all I wanted, all I needed. Whether it was vanilla or not.

Crawling next to him in bed, I knew I wanted his dick. I didn’t need anything else, not tonight. I didn’t need an orgasm. He could give me many if I wanted it. I just wanted his cock in my mouth. His soothing, sexy, golden honey-colored member of pure pleasure.
I kissed his lips and he sensed it. He was still learning my body, my carnal reaction to him. He knew I just needed him and nothing more. I reached for him. He was so hard. Our mouths opened in anticipation. My dripping pussy clenched and ached but all I wanted was to have that cock in between my lips, with my tongue swirling around it.

I just wanted to please him.

I slid my curvy body down his, reaching under the covers, and pulled his cock out. I hovered over his meat and took in his delicious masculine scent. I ran my hands down his thighs and I kissed his chiseled belly, gliding my tongue over the insanely sexy line of dark hair that ran down to top of his pubis. Read more »

A Long Time Coming – part 1 of ??? [MF}

*I’ve read many erotic stories on this subReddit that were based on the current pandemic. I figured I would write one myself. Having a busy life full of adulting responsibilities, I haven’t written a story for some years. My writing skills are horribly rusty, but it was one Redditor who inspired me to try again. I dedicate this story to* u/jolly_rancher82 *and I promise I will finish it.*

A Long Time Coming

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183 days since his first message to me on a social website.

That’s how long it took before I could get him here, in a hotel room, naked and incredibly erect.

He sat attentively on the edge of the bed with a hand gripping his hardened cock. I was naked as well, sitting in a leather chair, leaned back, with legs spread, and fingers exposing my wet sex to him.

We sat about six feet across from each other. That was the distance required for social distancing outside. But in this room, in this very moment, the distance was far too much for the magnetic attraction and sexual tension between us. This moment was a long time coming. Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 3 of 3 [FMM]

I didn’t think I could take another orgasm like that. I could lose consciousness, or something worse could happen and one of these men will have to call 911. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing!

I couldn’t figure out who did what, somehow, I ended on top of the friend, straddling right over his thick angry cock sheathed with a condom. My foggy mind cleared instantly when the drive of hard male cock slammed inside my sex again and pushed all the way until it hit my cervix. I responded with a gasp that was mixed with a scream. I looked down to see the friend gritting his teeth. His hands gripped my hips tightly, grounding me to him.

*Oh dear Lord, they weren’t finished with me yet.*

I tossed my head back, feeling myself struggling for breath. My body was slick with perspiration. The friend took full advantage of my exposed neck, nipping it, running his tongue up my neck to tug on my ear lobe with his teeth, sending more shivers down my back.

I heard a rip.

*Or was that a tear? Wait. That was the sound of another condom wrapper. Oh shit! He is not about to do what I think….* Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 2 of 3 [FMM]

The friend followed us, cursing under his breath about “that shit was good” while wiping my juices off his moustache and chin.

Lying on my side, I curled up with a pillow and watched the two men as they slowly undressed. I’ve always been fascinated by how, in general, men seemed to be very comfortable with their bodies. As the two men stood before me, I studied the unique differences of their bodies.

My lover’s body was well-toned with muscular arms, flat abdomen, shapely legs and calves. His smooth tawny skin was lightly covered with fine dark hairs on his chest, arms and legs. His cock stood long and fully erect, out from the thick brush of soft pubic hair.

His friend was obviously into body building. He had muscles that roped around his arms and legs. His chest was powerfully-defined and complimented with an abdomen that definitely fit the description of “washboard.” His warm mocha-colored skin was completely hairless. His hard cock was not as long as my lover’s but was thick and heavily veined.

“Gentlemen, you both look delicious” I complimented with a playful giggle. Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 1 of 3 [FMM]

*“Meet me in the lounge bar at the Bond Plaza. And, wear something nice…underneath.”*

My lover’s instructions were simple and I clearly understood what he meant by “underneath.” In other words, wear one of my best lingerie outfits. But I as I left the cab and walked towards the glass doors of the exclusive hotel, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the special occasion? We had been seeing each other exclusively for about six months now. It wasn’t any kind of anniversary, nor was my birthday or any holiday coming up.

I smiled warmly at the portly doorman who greeted me and held a door open for me to enter. In the cavernous but elegantly decorated foyer, I felt a chill cascading down my back to the exposed lengths of my legs. The chill could have been caused by the brisk autumn evening breeze that followed me in. Or it could have been the anticipation I was feeling with my mind speculating what my lover had planned for us.

I turned in the direction of the hotel’s cocktail lounge and strolled across the marble floor that was polished to a high gloss. Wearing black stilettos, my stride was graceful. I felt confident that my feet wouldn’t slip, causing me to fall and thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more »

Repost: Commute [MF]

Sam Sheldon preferred to ride the city’s MetroRail system to and from work. The commute was only forty-five minutes one way. The railcars were often filled to the hilt with people, and the cleanliness was sometimes questionable. But the expense of maintaining a car and parking it in the city made riding the public railway system the most economical and sensible way to go.

The MetroRail had become more than a means of transportation for him. Each railcar became a mobile temple where he could meditate on his mundane life, and hope to find some sort of enlightenment. He thought about his marriage and his wife, who was emasculating and sexually distant. He thought about his two teenage sons, spoiled by the privilege of living in the suburbs and not having to work for the material things they wanted. He thought about his home with its overwhelming spaciousness and expensive décor. He thought about his demanding boss at the architectural firm he worked, and the clients who were unrealistic and unyielding in their deadlines. Read more »

Repost: Eclipsys [MF]

Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.

Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.

She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.

She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.

“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice. Read more »

Repost: Samara’s Way [MF]

*My first erotica story written in 2005.*

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Samara’s Way

“Damn it, Sam! Three months till the wedding and I haven’t even selected the menu yet!”

Samera sat quietly on the soft leather couch and watched in amusement as her sister searched frantically from room to room.

“What are you looking for, Joy?” she asked while popping a green apple jelly bean into her mouth.

“My caterer, Zeke, is coming over and I have to find my planning folder. I have to give him the menu selections.”

*Zeke. What a weird name for a man.* Samera thought to herself as she chewed the candy, savoring its luscious mixture of sweet and sour tastes.

Her sister stopped abruptly in front of her. She had her hands poised on her hips and her face was contorted with aggravation.

“You’ve seen my planner, haven’t you Sam?”

“Nah,” Samera replied. “It’s my eyes, remember? You said earlier that they’re getting bad due to me getting old.”

“You’ve only turned 35, Sam. Damn, can’t you take a joke?” Read more »

Menage – part 3 of 3 [MMF, anal]

I didn’t think I could take another orgasm like that. I could lose consciousness, or something worse could happen and one of these men will have to call 911. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing!

I couldn’t figure out who did what, somehow, I ended on top of the friend, straddling right over his thick angry cock sheathed with a condom. My foggy mind cleared instantly when the drive of hard male cock slammed inside my sex again and pushed all the way until it hit my cervix. I responded with a gasp that was mixed with a scream. I looked down to see the friend gritting his teeth. His hands gripped my hips tightly, grounding me to him.

*Oh dear Lord, they weren’t finished with me yet.*

I tossed my head back, feeling myself struggling for breath. My body was slick with perspiration. The friend took full advantage of my exposed neck, nipping it, running his tongue up my neck to tug on my ear lobe with his teeth, sending more shivers down my back.

I heard a rip.

*Or was that a tear? Wait. That was the sound of another condom wrapper. Oh shit! He is not about to do what I think….* Read more »

Menage – part 2 of 3 [MMF, anal]

I felt like a rag doll in my lover’s arms. My legs crumpled from the weakness caused by my incredible orgasm. My lover reached down, picked me up into his arms and tenderly carried me over to the bed in the other room.

The friend followed us, cursing under his breath about “that shit was good” while wiping my juices off his moustache and chin.

Lying on my side, I curled up with a pillow and watched the two men as they slowly undressed. I’ve always been fascinated by how, in general, men seemed to be very comfortable with their bodies. As the two men stood before me, I studied the unique differences of their bodies.

My lover’s body was well-toned with muscular arms, flat abdomen, shapely legs and calves. His smooth tawny skin was lightly covered with fine dark hairs on his chest, arms and legs. His cock stood long and fully erect, out from the thick brush of soft pubic hair.

His friend was obviously into body building. He had muscles that roped around his arms and legs. His chest was powerfully-defined and complimented with an abdomen that definitely fit the description of “washboard.” His warm mocha-colored skin was completely hairless. His hard cock was not as long as my lover’s but was thick and heavily veined. Read more »