Author: Sades4Real

The Body Shop Part I [MF] [ORAL SEX]

The lobby of the auto body shop is drab. It’s drearily dull in its grey colored walls. Black carpet mats are strewn about the floors indicating high traffic areas. Vinyl stacking chairs are filled with people in various stages of patience as they wait for their vehicles. I choose a seat far away from the man violently tapping his foot and glaring menacingly at the wall clock, as if he could bully the repairs into taking less time. The acrid scent of oil and burned coffee fill the room. The mounted flat-screens scattered throughout the room play mindless television made inaudible by the grinding, whining, and whirring in the shop. I barely hear my name when you shout it into the lobby.

You mosey around the countertop that separates the garage from the lobby and walk towards me. You’re so handsome. I notice the bulge in your pants instantly and bite my lower lip. Fuck. Our eyes meet and you grin widely. You caught me looking. I feel my face redden as I hurriedly look away. You chuckle under your breath. Read more »

I Like It Rough Part II [MF] [BDSM] [BREATH CONTROL]

I lay on my back, naked on the bed before you. The blush pink pinch-pleated comforter underneath me compliments my fair skin. Our clothes lie in the front room, carelessly tossed aside in the midst of our foreplay. You stand above me at the edge of the bed. You stroke your hard cock and watch as I spread my legs, revealing my wet pussy to you. I slide two fingers through the pool of your cum on my breasts and down my nude body until they rest against my inner thigh.

“Daddy? Please?”

You nod and I caress my clit with my cum-glazed fingers. You watch me slide my two fingers deep inside of me. I gasp and moan; I’m sore from your earlier finger-banging. I like the pain. I withdraw my fingers and you see them both covered in thick globs of our shared cum. You lean forward and suck the cream from my fingers. Read more »

I Like It Rough [MF] [BDSM] [BREATH CONTROL]

I’m restless and edgy. Fantasizing about you isn’t working anymore. You’ve been gone for too long. We’re arguing more often. The distance between us has left your little whore obstinate and belligerent.

You feel the strain of tension between us the second you cross the threshold into my apartment. The modern-boho design is misleading in its carefree use of colors, textures, and patterns. The motifs of nature paired with earth and jewel tones once embraced a laid-back vibe are now mocking although the sensual, fruity musk of jasmine still fills the air, combining its sweet femininity and masculine wildness in a universally attractive smell. 

I’m wearing a white camisole crop top that hangs loosely under my breasts and teases a peek at my waist. The wide cut of my olive green pants are split on either side up to my thighs revealing the soft porcelain color of my legs. You enter in your favorite hooded sweatshirt and a pair of denim blue jeans that hug your body in all the right places. The jet lag from business travel is visible on your handsome face. Read more »

My Boss’s Pet [F] [M] [Breeding] [Exhibitionism]

“I think I can fit that into my schedule. Swing by my office and let’s talk about that report,” you say over your shoulder as you continue down the hallway.

I wait eagerly in my cubicle and watch the clock tick and then tock. I can’t follow behind you too closely. I smooth my skirt as I stand and feel the pull of my skin as my thighs withdraw from the adhesive of the leather chair. I let out a small hiss at the pain and keep moving. My heart is racing. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I’m hoping you’re the same way. I take the stairs to the second floor and towards your office. I quicken my pace, you don’t like to be kept waiting. Your office door is closed and I hear your muffled voice. It’s hard to discern what you’re saying, but I feel safe assuming that you’re on a call. I casually peer from side to side before sliding into your office. I close and lock the door behind me. I don’t want any interruptions. The irony of my interrupting your call dawns on me and I grin cheekily. I put a single finger over my mouth, shushing myself.  Read more »

Paradise Hotel – Part 1

The hotel is chic. It’s elegant and stylish, yet I sit at the bar, alone and uninterested in the hustle and bustle of the crowd around me. The air is thick with the acrid assortment of fragrances and pungent stink of alcohol breath. Top 40 contemporary hits pulse in the background. Boring. I contemplate downing my chablis and returning to my room. I could stream something lewd and lascivious on pay-per-view. 

I start to fuss with my purse, when I see you cross the crowded room towards the available stool next to me, belly-up to the bar. The seat is open and I offer it to the handsome man before me. This could be interesting, I think to myself. I smile and turn my attention back to my wine. I don’t want to appear too eager.

“Is this seat taken?” you ask. I gesture absently with my free hand and you slide casually onto the stool. “What are you drinking tonight?”

I tell you about my wine of choice, its heady with the taste of citrus and white flowers, a dry white wine characterized by its purity of aroma and taste. I flag the bartender and offer to buy you a drink.  Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica

Loud AF [F] [M] [Exhibitionism]

I follow the crowd deeper into the concert venue. My heart pounds along to the beat of the drums playing over the speakers that line the walkways. Band posters line the walls from floor to ceiling while mismatched decals and graffiti litter the few spaces left uncovered. There’s a tangible energy in the air, a frenzy. It smells like marijuana in here. People shout from their booths, hawking band merchandise at exorbitant prices. The cacophony of noise is deafening. You make eye contact with me mid-sale of a t-shirt to an overweight metalhead. I smirk and you grin cheekily in return.

I cross the double doors into the ballroom and take in my surroundings. The bar is immediately to my right. The bar stools are all taken by people in various stages of drunkenness. I spy a group of people walking away from the bar with bottles of water in hand. I eye them greedily and make a mental note to buy one for myself soon. I’m grateful for my backless black dress and gladiator sandals, but its hot in here. Directly in front of me is the stage, the crowd swarms to the front and begins to fill the surrounding dance floor. The mosh pit will likely form there. Behind me is the staircase leading to the second floor balcony. A lone security guard stands next to the tethered rope blocking people from entering. Read more »