Author: Euphoriaforyou

A Wedding Fantasy [F/M]

Wholesomely fantasizing about slipping out into my Belle-inspired wedding dress thinking about how sexy you were reading your vows to me. Reliving the blissful moments of “I do.” Your lips craving mine as a harmless bite on the lip is an indication of lust for you. As I lower the fabric onto my shoulders, I flashback to the bite marks on my neck and my mouth wrapped around your balls. I close my eyes while she was doing my makeup, and the thought of his hands around my throat made me wet. As I get a moment to myself in the parlor after our ceremony, I become increasingly horny. I am salivating for your body on top of mine; cascading into the depths of my lust for you. My love for you, the lust for you. The alcohol is getting into my head and I hear my husband’s voice.

“Babe, you okay?” He comes from behind the door. I’d already taken the liberty to get naked and all I was wearing was the garter. My husband gets on his knees and I whisper. “Yes, daddy.” Read more »

[F] Solo – Craving Intimacy

Do you ever love the intimacy part of being intimate with someone? The desire and the chase? The pull and tug. I just crave your fingers in me at various resturant bathrooms. Our passion, just reliving is giving me inertia to never release my grip on you. I’m obsessed with the way you cradle my body and just caress my sweet skin. I crave you in my dreams, praying you’re my reality. I wait for you, and only you to fufill me and transport me away. Being your true submissive. Wanting to be your princess.

I’m sorry, I just crave you, daddy.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

THE DICHOTOMY BETWEEN LOVERS (F/F)

Do you ever look at someone and think that she’s the most beautiful creature of our existence? That her orbit completely derailed you into the tension of her sweet lips? The urge to just want to know everything about her, and yet figure out what’s underneath the alcohol, the sexual tension, and her mommy issues. I met her at an art gallery, and the tension could be cut with a knife. Her glasses hid the darkness in her eyes, which hide the inner deep meaning of her soul. The teasers of her soul would be when she would entertain her vices. I for one loved the mess she was and wanted her anyway. She was a tomboy with such a great sense of style. That is what gravitated me most to her.

We knew each other through our friends in the galleries and followed each other on social media. She had beautiful black onyx hair, a broken demeanor, and these circular black glasses that if you looked closed enough, you can see the broken prospects you will feel for her. We approached each other amongst friends and I think we both knew. She stood up at my height and she wandered off to look at one of the pieces. Her eyes were inviting me to come closer; to feel her presence come into me. I follow her and we converse about the painting. She begins to smile brokenly and say. Read more »

My Depressed Masturbation (Solo F)

When I touch myself, I am the loneliest. Feeling each crevice of my body craving the warmth of a lover too far in reach. On my saddest days, I touch myself to escape the pain, the numbing feeling of being abandoned and used by many. Stockholm syndrome as you will. I am a prisoner in my vices; just wanted to be held, to be embraced. As I feel my nipples harden, my pussy begins to swell up and become so wet for the thought of my hands trailing down my body.

I massage my breasts in the hope you can teleport yourself to me; just to imagine not my sweet touch. I go to escape from my darkest sorrows with my deep, dark desires. I pain, I scream. My scream was muffled with the imaginary feeling of your hands all over me. Just completely surrender to the thought of my hands as your hands.

But I have to remember, these hands belong to me. And these hands are the only thing that knows how to please me; my hands are the keys to my desires.

Late Night Wet From The Rain (SOLO F)

I hope you guys like it. I messed up and pt it on my personal and reposting here! I hope you enjoy.

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Do you ever listen to the rain and wonder, how many ways you’d want to be fucked like an animal? Do you ever wonder how many stimulating sounds come from the rain? As I divulge on this journey of erotica, I’ve always wanted to feel as if my sexual desires are opening. And, I am the lioness and my sexuality is the hunger she feels. As I write these stories, my nipples are harder and I become seduced with the thoughts of him fucking me while I am asleep. Or her waking me up with her tongue to my clit. Being bisexual, I fantasize about having men, women, non-binary people taking me and fucking me to the way they want to be desired. I fantasize about my nipples being sucked and being fingered. I fantasize about the different ways I could be folded and moved to feel the deep crevasses of my soul.
As I sit here and write these stories, the thoughts of people touching themselves to my words make me so wet. It makes me tingle and just wants to touch every inch of my boy with ice and just listen to the sounds of the rain as I fuck myself with my fingers. Feeling every inch, every quiver, every moan, every thought. Touching myself with the sounds of the rain, I wish those rain droplets can be their sweat, their passion, their love filling me, convolving me, I want to release myself to you.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

My Taste For A Threesum (CUCKHOLD/Threesum) (M/F/F)

This story is for u/nsfwwatchers, I hope you enjoyit as much as I loved writing it!

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I walk into the bar and I am on the prowl for something..sweet. Something so delicate but tempting. As I sit down at the bar, I adjust my bra, order a swing of Scotch, and people watch. The thought of couples checking into this hotel bar and fucking their brains out gives me such a rush. If only I can find a couple who is willing to let me clench my sweet tooth of her sweet juices as getting rammed in the ass by her husband. I check out of my daydream to notice a lovely couple. Her tattooes are what catch me as I see her nipples poking out of her dress. I wait to meet her gaze and I wink at her. She timidly looks at me and motions to her husband to sit closer. They’re sitting next to me and she puts her hand on my exposed thigh. I was wearing a mini-skirt and all I could think about is my tongue all around her nipples. Read more »

Late Night (Solo Masturbation) Fantasizing About You

I wake up dripping wet from you. A waterfall waiting for your fingers. My mountains that I want you to fuck through. Keep me pinned and suck on my titties. Ugh, you always know how to turn me on.

I want you to eat me, suck me, fuck me, love me. I would love to feel what the inside of those bedsheets feel like. I need your stimulation inside me daddy/bb girl. Your wish is my command. I’m fingering myself to the thought of your cock or fingers all inside my pussy. Your wish is my command, thrusting inside of me, treating me like a little slut. I like that baby, do you?

Lmk what you think!!