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The Cherry Cordial [M30/F25][messy BJ]

## The Cherry Cordial [M30/F25][messy BJ]

I was about to close the shop when the little bell jingled from its perch above the door. The customer looked beautiful, if not overdressed, wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, heels, and gold bangles that matched her long blonde hair. She was a far cry from the horde of sweatshirt clad tourists who pass through the area on a daily basis. As she bent down and slowly crept along the long glass counter, I received a bird’s eye view of her chest and full breasts.

“Welcome to Cordials,” I said, sliding a tray back into the display. “Can I help you find something?”

She stood up and scanned the rest of the store before replying. “I don’t suppose you have anything vegan, do you?”

I smiled and motioned for her to follow me to a different part of the counter. “These are vegan. No dairy, but you can’t tell. I have ganache truffles, fruit creams, and my favorite, sea salt chocolate cordials.”

The woman snorted. “I’ve had vegan chocolate before. It’s all been terrible.”

“Then why did you ask for it?” Read more »

## A Thousand Words [M45 F25][slow][cheating]

*A beautiful woman sent me a picture and I was compelled to write a thousand words.*

***

My work sent me here to attend another bullshit conference, one of those, “We Love Our Clients” useless affairs where most attendees just want to get drunk and get laid, and then *maybe* learn something. The timing couldn’t have been worse. Aside from a different bullshit conference held in the same hotel, this coastal town also hosted Spring Break and a third-tier comic con. Teens wearing cat ears and bikinis intermingled with polo-khaki boomers wearing corporate pins and tchotchkes on lanyards like it was Mardi Gras. Were they having fun? Who’s to say, but it looked like a circus. People should stay in their lane, my wife was fond of saying.

When I had enough of the fake DJ blasting “Sandstorm” in the lobby at seven in the morning, I stepped outside to clear my head and found a path leading away from the hotel. The next seminar was going to start in thirty minutes and as I looked at the walkway lined with palm trees, I said, “Fuck it.” Read more »

My Ducts Get Cleaned [M40/F30/M30][light BDSM][Threesome][cheating]

## My Ducts Get Cleaned [M40/F30/M30][light BDSM][Threesome][cheating]

Spring bloomed early this year and outside our little suburban house, the trees began to shed their pollen. Walking down the street had become an exercise in controlled sneezes and angry tears. I had called a company to clean out our air ducts in anticipation of Mother Nature’s plant fog and they came on a day when my wife was going to be at work. I was taking allergy medicine with my coffee when the doorbell rang.

I met the younger looking couple in matching jumpsuits at the door. Behind them, I could see a green film already on my car windshield. “Come in, come in,” I said.

“I’m Manny, and this is my wife Debra.” The man was taller than me by a few inches, dark brown hair, and broad shoulders. He carried two large cases of equipment and asked where the basement stairs were, lugging one case as I opened the cellar door.

Debra was a good deal shorter, blue eyes under bangs of auburn hair tied in a ponytail. Despite wearing the loose jumpsuit, she had curves that sparked my imagination which only got more lewd when she bent over to pick up the other case. What was I thinking? “I’m going to start upstairs with the vents, alright?” Read more »

A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

## A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how *dim* the room looks. The quality of light is murky, like brackish water. It surprises me because it’s already 8 o’clock. Where’s the sun? I roll over to look at my husband. He’s not in bed. The door is open and a clatter of dishes filters in from the kitchen.

I’m still groggy, wearing only a tee shirt and panties as I walk down the hall. “Honey?”

The electric kettle growls but I hear him, humming to a jazz standard playing quietly. I find him facing the counter, in the midst of making breakfast. He’s wearing a red apron over pajamas, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I’ve told him before how much that little slice of domesticity turns me on and I wrap my arms under the apron. His belly is warm. “Yes dear?” he says without looking.

“Did you take it?” I rest my cheek on the back of his robe and it’s so warm.

“Take what?”

I let out a little giggle. “The sun.”

“Ah. Weather’s not playing nice, is it? Sorry sweetheart, but no, I didn’t take it.” Read more »

Allister’s Corruption Aboard the Black Rose [F35/M40/M25] [Pirates]

*It’s the mid-1700s and the Queen of Spain has hired privateers to prowl the Atlantic for fresh British prey. Infamous among them is the dread pirate Esme and her fast ship, the Black Rose. No ship is safe when she has it in her sights.*

It’s too bad for Allister Smythe, first mate of the HMS Plotwise, a frigate on route to England after a protracted fight in the Americas. There’s only just enough food to get home, and nearly all their ammunition has already been exhausted when the crew in the crow’s nest spots the black flag on the horizon.

“Pirates!” shouts the grizzled man in the crow’s nest. It will be his last words. A cannonball obliterates the mast and sails, sending the crew into a panic. Only Allister stays in his position, guarding the captain. His saber at the ready, he says a prayer to his Heavenly Father and thinks of his wife back home, wondering if he’ll see her beautiful face again.*

The captain of the Plotwise, a ruddy fat man with a nose for rum and little else, cowers at the wheel as The Black Rose coasts along the bow. Angry shouts on the main deck are replaced with pistol shots, the clang of metal, and cries that die as abruptly as they start. “Do something!” he says, pushing Allister down the stairs. Read more »

Air B and D Part 2 [F33][M49][bj][cheating]

You can read [Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11u3awz/air_b_and_d_part_1_f33solo/).

*”You weren’t disturbing me,” I say, opening the door wider. I look him up and down and give him a wry smile. “Where’s your wood?”*

 

“It’s…” he starts. Something catches in his throat and he audibly swallows, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. Behind him is an off-road cart with a pile of logs in the bed. “I’ll just, I mean if you’re not in the middle of something. I can come back, if…”

I look him over again because something’s not adding up. Sure, he’s already snuck a peek at my cleavage within the first thirty seconds we’ve been talking but to be honest, who wouldn’t? My tits are amazing even in a sweater. But there’s no guile, nothing on his face telling me that he knows how hard I’d just orgasmed. Maybe this isn’t my peeping Tom. What a shame. “Sure, bring it in,” I say sweetly and step back into the cottage.

He has to come in sideways with bundles of firewood under each arm and he looks like he stepped out of an LL Bean catalog. The sweat and panting before was probably from honest labor. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask your name,” I say as I hand him a glass of cold water. Read more »

Air B and D Part 1 [F33][solo]

This was supposed to be a relaxing long weekend getaway. Away from the city, the noise, the daily bump and grind traffic into an office where I sell my soul to Big Corp International. To be fair, work isn’t all that bad. I get to suck Rodney’s cock in the mailroom when no one’s around. But even he can get annoyingly loud, grunting and pulling my hair when he’s about to explode. Sometimes a lady needs her peace and quiet.

I’d booked this place online. “Private. Perfect for writing or meditation.” It’s a quaint cottage with an English garden, one of a few little retreats spaced far apart on an estate. Tall oak trees surrounded it save for a stretch of grass that extended up the large property. I look past it and see the main house not too far away. It’s big and old, like a Rockefeller mansion.

I love finding gems like these online. Best of all, I don’t have to talk to anyone. There’s a combo lock on the door and the emailed numbers work fine. I open the door and the smell of cedar and a long extinguished fireplace wafts past my nose. Inside, it’s decorated simply with a muted palette on the curtains and walls. No distractions. The bedroom is no different. A full size bed takes up most of it but there’s room for a mirror, dresser, and a side table. Read more »

Mowing the Lawn [FM]

“The yard needs trimming,” Harry says over morning coffee as he looks out the window.

Sure, he’s talking about the lawn but it’s everything. Since the pandemic we’ve let a lot of things go. He’s not slaving behind the mower like last summer. We both let laundry pile up in the closet when the hamper’s too full. Personal grooming has reached an all-time low and while I enjoyed the extra warmth in winter, my bush was overgrown. Not that he ever minded. Harry always went down on me with gusto and I loved how he preened my pussy like a fucking cat. My own personal tiger.

He’s in the garage when I decide to clean myself up. Stripping out of my clothes, I look at the dark veldt growing between my olive skin legs. I run my fingers through it: soft, warm, and black. An errant finger rubs against my hood and I pause. As good as it felt, I know I want more and I know how to get it. A little moisturizer and oil will have to do for now. Read more »

Car Trouble [fmm]

I hate getting flat tires, but they always seem to happen at the most inconvenient times. Like now: one in the morning on a dark service road running parallel to the freeway. I hear the muffled pop and *dugga dugga* rhythm of a tire dying under me and pull over to the shoulder.

I open the door and the humid night air hits me like a wet blanket and I retch. It’s never gonna cool down. As I step down from the SUV my tank top already starts to stick to my skin and tits and I feel like I’m being groped by the goddamn weather.

I round the back end to look for the culprit. The right rear glints with a head of a screw sticking out of the sidewall.

“Fuck.”

The Escalade, for all its size and power, was also a pain in the ass to maintain. The spare was buried under the third row and worse, I knew the impotent tire jack would be no match for the lugs screwed down by those idiots in the service center. I pulled my phone to call a car service when the road lights up at my feet. Someone’s coming and pulling over. Read more »

Plus Sized Mouth [FM][public][oral]

No one comes out to this dump of a mall unless they’re a big girl like me, so I’m surprised when I spot him on my way out. Both of us parked under the shade of a tree. Unlike mine, his car is facing the strip mall. Maybe to keep an eye out for his woman. She’s probably still in *Lane Bryant*. Eyes glued to a phone, he doesn’t even notice as I approach. He looks up when I unlock my car.

“Nice eyes,” I say before realizing his window is down.

The cutie is blushing. “Um, thanks.”

I flash a smile and we’re both grinning like idiots. Flirting is such fun. As I open the trunk I see him looking at my bags and body and I wonder if he’s undressing me, imagining my curves, my generous tits and ass.

I look back at the store entrance and no one’s around. Dropping my bags, I pick up a top and walk over to his side, then drape it over my chest. “Can I ask for your opinion? Do you like this?”

“It’s uh, nice.” Read more »