A week has gone by. You haven't heard from me once. You're on edge. Every time you hear a neighbor move around their apartment, every time a car door shuts, every time your phone vibrates or rings, a chill sweeps down your back and sends electricity through your pussy. Your wardrobe is primarily dresses now. After a few days, you stop wearing panties. They just get soaked anyways. You find yourself exaggerating your movements. Putting groceries in your car is a perfect excuse to bend over and show your ass off in the air. You make sure to park far away from anyone else. If there's a secluded section of the parking lot, your car will be there. You sit at work, gauging your surroundings and hoping, praying I show up and Fuck you against your wall, against your desk, on the tiled floor. You want to touch yourself desperately but you know that will only make things worse. It's your lunch hour and your mind has finally stopped thinking about my thick, hard cock ravaging your holes. You can finally focus on your work duties when your phone vibrates…
Author: JH3JH3
[M/F] I write and send erotica to girls that I see. I was told to share my current story. So here’s Pt. IV
Your life had been crazy since the other night. Every phone call, every text, every creak of the floor made your pussy wet. You hoped, prayed, and even begged a little, that it was your intruder. You weren't even disappointed when the call was from your father, the text from a co-worker of the creak from the wind. You knew, you just knew that the next one would be me. There were so many things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to be the aggressor for once. You wanted to be in control…well, at least set the tone. You have no problem relinquishing ownership of your body to me. The other night, after I had used your throat for my own uses and left, you barely managed to make it to the sofa before your fingers roamed your body and found your erect nipples and soaking wet clit. Biting your lip didn't keep you from whimper and crying out your desire to be fucked. You lost track of how many times your knees buckled and you came, the taste of cum still residing in your thick, plump lips. That was over two days ago. You've been a mess. You're eating less, distracted at work, careless when you drive and do chores. Your mind and pussy are one, they both long for my cock. You thought about texting a friend, someone who could scratch that itch you have but you always stop before reaching out. You've had the best scratch of your life, why go to someone who can't hit the right spot? It's a Friday, you're leaving the library. You wanted to get away from your apartment, where all you can think about is having your throat fucked at your front door. You thought the library would clear your head and keep your thoughts pure. All you could imagine were the hidden nooks to be fucked in, all the people that could hear, a librarian shushing you, not knowing several inches of thick, hard cock would be buried to your cervix, jettisoning load after load of cum deep into your cunt. You sweated profusely and had to leave, gathering your items in your bag and leaving in a hurry.
[M/F] Erotic sexts I sent to a girl I’m seeing Pt. III (Forced)
The ride home was a whirlwind of emotions. Your breath heavy, your chest heaving with each lungful of air. You sit at a stop light, feeling the wet puddle being created between your thighs and reach down and touch it with your fingertips, lightly, reaffirming to yourself that what happened was real. Your mind races as you realize this dress is probably ruined. Your pussy throbs. My cum mixed deep inside you. The hard cock slamming into your tight hole. The red ring around your neck…a loud beep breaks your thought as the light sits green. You blush and step on the gas, distracting your mind until you're home. You park on the curb outside your place and sit for a few minutes. You didn't think you’d ever be the type to be used like this but you can't stop thinking about it. Subconsciously, your hand traces over your neck and cleavage before settling on your inner thigh. A passing cars headlights snap you back to reality as you chastise yourself for almost masturbating in public. You clear your throat, grab your items and walk to your door. You fumble for your keys before finally unlocking the door. Stepping into your dark living room, you breathe a sigh of relief being home as you reach for the light switch.
[M/F] I write and send erotica to girls that I see. I was told to share my current story. So here’s Pt. II
A few days have passed, the crumpled paper passing between your fingers as you think about what to do with the number left. Your pussy has been on overdrive since the gym shower rendezvous and nothing has gotten you the release you crave. Without even realizing it, your phone was unlocked and you tested a greeting to the foreign number.
"Hey gym buddy ;)" you type, unsure of how friendly or forward you should be. You delete it a few times before finally taking a deep breath and pressing send. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours as you feel your tight cunt burn with desire. You hear your phone vibrate next to you, quickly grabbing it to see the response.
"Pub Dog. 7 p.m. Wear a dress." is the response.
[M/F] Erotic text I sent to the girl I’m seeing and she asked me to share, Pt. I
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
[M/F] Erotic text I sent to the girl I’m seeing and she asked me to share, Pt. I
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
[M/F] Erotic sexts I sent to a girl I’m seeing Pt. I (Public, Forced)
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.