Author: Eroticalust

Big Black Cock is as Delicious as it Appears

Tony asked me what I wanted for my fortieth birthday. I wanted to answer, “Big black cock,” but I thought that might be pushing it. Instead, I asked him for a one-night pass.

“On one condition,” he said.

“Yes.”

“You have to let me watch.”

That ruined my plans of not letting him know the colour cock I wanted.

Tony and I met at work. After I finished teaching the last Biology class for the day, Tony came up to me and asked how the first day was.

He was the head of the Physiology department at Greyville University, and he hired me. After dating discreetly for a year, Tony popped the question.

“You do know that all our colleagues and students are going to know?” I said.

“Ah, the hell with them. We’re adults. Why do we have to hide our feelings?”

Most of the staff were surprised when they heard about our engagement since they construed us to be conservative and shy. Everybody at the church echoed the thoughts of our colleagues about our character. Read more »

Vibrator Sex: The Best Intimacy I ever Had

I had become so obsessed with the vibrator that I even dreamt about it.

Mondays and Wednesdays were football practise at the college. My routine was washing Zane’s boots in my bedroom bathroom the day before each practise, then leaving them on my balcony to dry for a few hours before putting it in his kit bag.

Afternoon naps had never been my thing, but being a housewife had taken its toll on me.

Hubby had started his business a year before I resigned from my job and had always been adamant about me staying at home. The countless hours he spent at the office were financially rewarding, but it left me unsatisfied in bed.

He took Sunday off only and spent most of the day on his laptop, preparing for the following week. Getting him to stick his dick inside me was like asking a sex addict to stop masturbating. That’s why I bought Masseur.

Who knew that it would turn out to be my best investment?

Zane would be back after practise at six, leaving me with two hours of fun when I returned home. Masseur popped into my head like always when I had me-time. Read more »

BDSM was Sexier than I had Expected

BDSM was the last thing on my mind when I met my husband.

Dave and I had been neighbours for ten years before we started dating. We had spoken on numerous occasions, but he was slow at asking me out.

In fact, he never did. When Dave needed a date for the prom, his mother came over to the house and asked me if I was interested. I wasn’t because Dave hadn’t asked himself.

We had a great time at the dance. I saw that he wanted to kiss me but was shy. He pecked my cheek when he walked me to the door and blushed. I wished I had gotten more.

Our wedding day was a year after we graduated from varsity. He admitted to me on our honeymoon that it was his first time. It was mine as well.

After being married for 23 years, I needed to spice up my life. We were 45 years old, with no children and had missionary sex once a week.

Dave was an accountant since graduation, and I had resigned from the administration job eight years ago to be a housewive. The first week at home showed me that I was going to be bored out of my mind. Read more »

Threesome: An Unintentional but Pleasant Surprise

A threesome had swirled around my mind for some time. The only problem was finding two hot guys who knew each other and wanted me. A friend had suggested that I join a gym to meet guys. Three months had passed since I tasted dick, so I was desperate enough to overcome laziness and put on my leggings.

The last time I had seen the inside of a gym was five months ago, but taking my dog for a daily walk and weekly yoga had kept me fit.

The desk clerk had a big smile on his face after scanning my card. *I might not have had sex in a while, but I’ve still got it.* His smile was plastered to his face and eyes fixated on me as I walked through the turnstile. I looked over my shoulder and waved.

The guy sitting at a bench snapped his head in my direction when he saw me. His eyes followed me to the watercooler. The attention boosted my ego, but I was looking for a gem. I knew that he would come if he saw me in arousing positions. Read more »

First Hardcore Sex is Always the Best

Jimmy had the hots for me since my first day at the office. He smiled and stared at my cleavage when I shook his hand. I could not blame him for peeking at my perky c-cup breasts. Even women had told me that they were divine. The way he licked his lips told me that he was picturing us having hardcore sex.

I knew I had him wrapped around my little finger when he said, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your work easier.”

I made a mental note to take him up on that offer whenever I needed a cup of coffee or my bin emptied.

He brought me coffee first thing in the morning and asked me if there was anything else I needed. I was proud of myself for training him well. Guys like Jimmy had done everything I asked and hoped that I would fall for them. I was not surprised when he popped the question.

“Are you available on Friday? I was hoping that I could take you to dinner.” Read more »