Author: Erozetta

Fostered Devotion [First Time] [Foster Siblings] [Loving]

My best friend also happens to be my brother. We aren’t biologically related, we just came to reside in the same home as the foster children of a very nice couple. Admittedly, I craved my brother’s attention more than anything else, he would never cross any lines with me though. He only ever saw me as his little sister and I hated that so much. I wanted to experience passion and love and intimacy more than anything else in the world and I knew he was the only person I wanted that kind of connection with. I was completely infatuated with him and he seemed to only ever see me as the little girl I was when we first met.

While there are many horror stories that come out of living in foster homes, our experience with the Bradley family is not one of them. Our lives before that placement, however, were rampant with various types of neglect and abuse.

Grace and W.T. Bradley took in many foster kids, some for a few days, many for life. They were quite wealthy and they actually gave a damn about the kids in their care. They genuinely wanted to provide these children with stability and love, even if the placement was only temporary. My brother, I called him Danny but his given name was Dante Isaac Morrow, came into their home when he was 12. Read more »

The House Always Wins (part one) [Drugged] [Dubious Consent] [Painful] [Anal] [Blood] [Breeding] [Age Difference] [Size Difference] [Multiple Men]

The dimly lit pub was not the ideal place to surprise an old friend, but it was the place I knew he would be after work on a Friday according to the PI I hired to find him. We hadn’t seen each other in ten years, so I wondered if he would even recognize me. I watched him with his co-workers, they were laughing and having beers and drinks together. He still had short dark blonde hair with piercing blue eyes and a big smile. His deep laugh resonated through the bar and I was reminded of the last time we’d been together, his voice booming in my ear. I tried to not dwell on it.

I apparently caught the eye of one of his co-workers as the tall dark haired man left their table and came over to me, “Haven’t seen you in here before,” he said as he pulled a chair up next to me.

I smiled slightly, “Never been here before, so that makes sense.” Read more »

Careless Whispers (part thirteen-The End) [Doggystyle] [Oral] [Gentle and Loving]

By the time I made it back home I was a mess. I didn’t know how to proceed. Katherine was sitting up on the couch, waiting for me and I tried to sneak in, head to my study to hide, but it was useless as she quietly got up and followed me. I didn’t want to deal with any of this shit right now.

“We need to talk, Dean,” she said softly as she sat on the couch beside my desk.

I looked at her, “I can’t defend what I did,” I said, “I fucked up, but I really don’t want to talk about it right now, Katherine.”

“Not talking about it is not an option,” she said, “I need to know if it was just sex for you.”

I shook my head, “No, it started as just fucking around, but no, by the time I actually had sex with her, it was more than just getting off.”

“Do you love her?” my wife asked. Read more »

Ghosts [blowjob] [bathing] [straight sex]

Everyone has a ghost in their past. That one person who stays just on the outskirts lingering just enough to cast a shadow over every other aspect of your life. They are memories that evoke sensations of sadness, loss and at the same time some seriously amazing times. My ghost has had a long lasting effect on my life even when I don’t want to admit the power they’ve held over me.

He was my friend, actually. I still admire him to this day. I am interested in his life, whether or not he’s happy and fulfilled matters to me. I can honestly say I don’t know if he holds the same interest in my life or not. He seems to from time to time at least so we continue our friendship. I’m actually not sure when we started to drift apart, my best guess would be around the end of high school. Separate colleges, less time together, hectic schedules, it would make sense that we would fall away from each other, I guess. Read more »

Redemption [Revenge] [Photo Shoot] [Age Gap]

I received the strangest gift from my fiance this past Christmas. A gift certificate for a two hour session with a local photographer. He had arranged it for the two of us. He didn’t want to schedule it because he wanted it to be our engagement photo shoot and wanted me to choose when that happened.

Then I caught him getting his dick sucked in a back alley by another guy and the relationship was officially, and permanently, off. I was cleaning out his things when I came across the certificate. I had forgotten all about it. My 25th birthday was coming up and I thought about the idea of doing a shoot with just me. Although I hated having pictures of me taken.

I went to the guy’s website and looked it over. He seemed talented enough, the photos were beautifully lit and everyone looked natural but nice. Nothing seemed phony like most professional photos do. The smiles weren’t forced, the looks were all unique and seemed to suit both the scene and the person in it. I was clicking around and came to the boudoir photos he’d done. Women and men of all ages and sizes in various stages of dress. The photos were tasteful and beautiful even if the subject didn’t fit that standard ideal of beauty. My curiosity was piqued. Read more »

Careless Whispers (part twelve) [Cheating] [Caught]

It became harder for me to keep rejecting Katherine’s advances. Staying late at work only lasted so long before I had to go home. But I was determined to show Gia what I said wasn’t just an empty promise to fuck her one more time. It finally came to a head when I got home late from work and Gia was asleep on the couch. I picked her up into my arms and carried her upstairs, placing her gently into her bed before I pulled her shorts down and pressed my lips to her cunt, eliciting a light moan from my sleeping girl.

She woke slightly and slid her hands in my hair as I pressed my tongue deep into her cunt, lapping at her insides. I was hard and I needed a quick fuck before I went to bed, so I pulled her shorts fully off of her and got her top off of her, then brought her half-awake body over to me as I unfastened my jeans and pulled my cock out. Sliding into her made her tense up and wake up a little more. She gasped as I held her body down on my lap, she had a soft smile on her face and her eyes were closed but her hands were on the back of my head and her hips were rolling against me as she lifted and lowered herself on my staff. Read more »

Careless Whispers (part eleven) [Making up] [straight sex]

Gia was quiet and I pulled her against me. She pushed me away and I grabbed her wrists and pulled her back to me again, both wrists clasped easily in one of my hands. Her cheek was warm and soft against my fingertips, “Do you want me to treat you like I don’t need to know your name? Like you’re just a set of warm holes to abuse for my pleasure?” I asked her.

She tried to pull away from me, “You reek of alcohol,” she whispered.

I tightened my grip on her and moved my hand from her cheek to her throat, “Answer my question, Gia,” I said as I rubbed my fingertips along the sides of her neck.

“You’re hurting me,” she said, trying to pull her wrists from my grip.

I tightened my grip on her and wrapped my leg over her waist to hold her lower body firmly against me, “Do you want me to treat you like some slut I just picked up in a bar? Like I don’t give a shit about you outside of what your body can do for me? Because I can treat you like that if that’s your preference. I can fully knockdown that image your sister put in your head of me and be a monster, just for you,” I said with a harshness I didn’t know I could muster. Read more »

Reconnecting [straight sex] [friends] [cheating] [first time]

When we were growing up we were inseparable. I was a tomboy and there was nothing that Nick could do that I wouldn’t force myself to learn to do better. It was an ongoing contest, and the biggest point of contention in our friendship.

Then there was the time when he got mad at me for trying to kiss him, to show I knew how and was better than him at it, and he pushed me out of the tree we were hanging out in. We were ten. His mama was never one for spanking, but she actually left a bruise on his behind that particular time. In all fairness though, I broke my leg in two places, but he was the one who ran to get help when he saw the bone sticking through my skin. I screamed and cried when they said I needed surgery to fix it. I begged for them to let him come back with me and they did, until I was knocked out at least. Read more »

Careless Whispers (part ten) [cheating] [cruelty] [rough] [anal]

She finally caught my attention when she sat my third bourbon down, “A man with this much bourbon on his stomach should have something to eat to go along with it,” she said sweetly.

I looked up at her. The only thing I really noticed was she had blonde hair and she had a slightly crooked smile that made her look like she was up to no good. I smiled, “You offering to sit on the table and give me a meal?” I asked.

She blushed and I honestly thought she might smack me, which would’ve been deserved. Instead she lifted her head and looked me in the eye, “I’m off in an hour. Do you have a room in the hotel?”

I nodded, “A shared room. If you’re opposed to a female observer…,” I started but she cut me off.

“The wife?” she asked as she motioned to my wedding band.

I shook my head, “The wife’s little sister. Here on a business trip with her.”

She leaned over and put her hand on my inner thigh, “Won’t the wife’s little sister tattle?” Read more »

Personal Awakening [Mf] [insecurity] [sex therapy] [blowjob] [straight sex]

I was ashamed of my body. I was ashamed of sexual desires and wants. There was so much anxiety around exposing myself to someone else, even someone I loved. After a string of failed relationships I decided to seek out help. My last boyfriend had given me the name of a psychotherapist who specializes in intimacy trouble. I was, in all honesty, terrified of talking to this man about my hang ups with sex, sexual acts, nudity and even just kissing.

I didn’t feel as though I was asexual, I wanted sex, I enjoyed the thought of it. I just became horribly panicked if it looked like things were heading that way. It was uncomfortable to say the least. My last boyfriend had tried to help. He tried to be understanding about it, but he just got sick of the insecurities and hangups I had around sex. He wanted more and I was unwilling to seek treatment for the anxiety because it was ’embarrassing.’ Read more »