CloudCraft9, Author at NSFW story

Dancers in the Firelight (MF)

There was a certain way that the shadows wrapped around her slender torso that he admired…delightfully admired. Her breasts were so young, so full, and stoutly erect. The flickering glow of the firelight danced across her smooth flesh in the most beautifully, magically, majestic way that he had ever seen.

Her long dark hair glistened in the firelight, a youthful shimmer glowing in her dark brown eyes. She had left just the smallest amount of hair above her crotch, trimmed shortly, wickedly inviting like a thin veil concealing the entrance to a concealed temple. She leaned against the brick mantle with her young hands hidden nervously behind her, and her firm legs crossed in a most seductive form.

It was a bitterly cold night, a harsh wintery wind that screeched across the rolling plains of the Texas Panhandle as loud as that of a banshee’s wails. The freezing cold of the moonlit evening did nothing to quell the raging fire that burned in the woman’s husband. Read more »

When Giants Fall [MMF?] [Erotica/Horror]

By: CloudCraft9

She sat on the edge of the bed in her blue robe, the gentle touch of the cool air kissing the bare flesh beneath it. She had given up smoking when she turned twenty-five, but damn, she was sure wanting one now.

She heard the heavy heels of his boots stepping up to the bedroom door, a hard couple of knocks followed. They had known each other for three years, and he had always worn boots.

“Come in.” Jessica called out softly.

The door creaked opened slowly, and Brandon stepped in. If they had never met, if this moment was never going to happen, she might would have found him attractive.

“Damn,” he said towards her as he closed the door behind him, “you look fuckin’ fine as Hell.”

Jessica turned her brown eyes away from him, started to unfasten her robe. “Let’s just get it over with.” She growled.

“Hold up a minute,” Brandon said as he stepped towards her and put his heavy hand to her firm abdomen, “no need to rush it all, babe.” Read more »

Wicked Sinners [mmf]

It was entirely wrong, but as the finger tips of his calloused hands slipped under the top seam of her shorts and began sliding them down her legs, it felt so wickedly delightful. She leaned against the sink as his warm lips kissed the bare flesh of her legs, her dark eyes trying to avoid the gaze of her husband who sat across the room from them.

It was the first time in 10 years that another man was getting to undress her, and her heart was racing a mile per minute. This was what her husband wanted, and admittedly, so did she. He’d join them in a few minutes, but for right now, she was free of the wedding vows.

Those rough hands, like smooth leather, moved their way up her slender frame. They slipped under her shirt, moving slowly up her sides and towards her breasts. His fingers would soon be around her nipples, and he’d feel just how delighted she was.

Her husband sat naked on the couch across from her, his hand stroking his penis. In a strange way, seeing him enjoying it all was both an insult and a temptation for more. Read more »

It’s Only Saturday

It’s late, and the kiddo has gone to bed. His stomach is full of chicken and rice, and he’s worn out after a fun day at the beach with his parents and “Uncle Tim”.

The light in our bedroom is soft and low, and the bed is neatly made. Across the room, the stereo is set to play. Tim and I are laying on the bed, our chests thin and bare, our boxers barely containing the erections underneath. Deep breaths of nervousness as we hear you turn off the shower.

We hear you open the bathroom door, and my heart pounds like a hammer as you are walking closer. It’s a rush of excitement, but of nerves too. I’m shaking at wondering how you’re going to react.

You step into the bedroom, the door opening as slow as eternity in my mind, and right away your dark eyes lock into mine. The towel is wrapped around your lovely form, and your brown hair is wet and dripping from the tips.

You see the rise in my boxers, your eyes flicking in surprise as you step further inside. You pass the alcove in the wall, and then dart your slender face at Tim. Read more »

It’s Only Saturday! [MMF]

It’s late, and the kiddo has gone to bed. His stomach is full of chicken and rice, and he’s worn out after a fun day at the beach with his parents and “Uncle Tim.”

The light in our bedroom is soft and low, and the bed is neatly made. Across the room, the stereo is set to play. Tim and I are laying on the bed, our chests thin and bare, our boxers barely containing the erections underneath. Deep breaths of nervousness as we hear you turn off the shower.

We hear you open the bathroom door, and my heart pounds like a hammer as you are walking closer. It’s a rush of excitement, but of nerves too. I’m shaking at wondering how you’re going to react.

You step into the bedroom, the door opening as slow as eternity in my mind, and right away your dark eyes lock into mine. The towel is wrapped around your lovely form, and your brown hair is wet and dripping from the tips.

You see the rise in my boxers, your eyes flicking in surprise as you step further inside. You pass the alcove in the wall, and then dart your slender face at Tim. Read more »