Author: wh3n1mb0r3d

Lover’s Retreat [M/F F/F]

Ian opened his eyes, there was a pain burrowed deep inside his head. He scanned the room for any clues to where he might be. He didn’t recognize anything in the room to be his own. It was poorly lit and he was barely awake. There was a bitter sweet, citrus, yet piney odor permeating throughout the room, it was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. In the far corner he spotted a small sliver of light along the floor which he assumed was a door. The time on his phone read 7:14, he slowly climbed out of bed unaware of the occupant asleep next to him, and journeyed out into the hallway.

Ian saw a door at the end of the long narrow hallway, a room that resembled or he at least hoped was a bathroom. His head was pounding and he needed something to ease this pain. He took a few steps before hearing a set of footsteps behind him. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

The Teacher, Adam [M/F, F/F, Teen, Voyeurism]

Part 1

    There was a sea of black and white plaid skirts exiting the main hall as the bell sounded their release.  A thunderous roar of mixed conversations, robust laughter, and flats trampling the sidewalk erupted as the girls made their escape. They were all unique and flourishing through their own various stages of personal development.  All shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, any man’s buffet of ripe succulent flesh.  Young tender teenagers, the bleach white button-down shirts symbolic of their untapped potential and divine purity; just waiting for the right man to savagely tap into their unexplored sexual desires.

Eloise was still seated at her desk, her long thin legs crossed, Mr. Jamison couldn’t see any skin, her black thigh high socks kept a secret he wanted to unwrap with his teeth.  His eyes were vacant, but his heart raced, his cock throbbing as he approached her.  “May I help you Ms. Gould,” Adam said in a deep monotone voice.

“Mr. Jamison, I need your huge cock in my tight mouth, I want to feel it pulsate on my lips as it slides in and out. I need you to pull my hair as my tongue swirls around its tip. I need to feel you quiver as I completely devour your…,” was all he could hear as she began to speak.   Read more »

The Tutor – Adam Part 1 [M/F] [Teenager] [F/F] [Teacher] [Voyeurism]

    There was a sea of black and white plaid skirts exiting the main hall as the bell sounded their release.  A thunderous roar of mixed conversations, robust laughter, and flats trampling the sidewalk erupted as the girls made their escape. They were all unique and flourishing through their own various stages of personal development.  All shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, any man’s buffet of ripe succulent flesh.  Young tender teenagers, the bleach white button-down shirts symbolic of their untapped potential and divine purity; just waiting for the right man to savagely tap into their unexplored sexual desires.

Eloise was still seated at her desk, her long thin legs crossed, Mr. Jamison couldn’t see any skin, her black thigh high socks kept a secret he wanted to unwrap with his teeth.  His eyes were vacant, but his heart raced, his cock throbbing as he approached her.  “May I help you Ms. Gould,” Adam said in a deep monotone voice.

“Mr. Jamison, I need your huge cock in my tight mouth, I want to feel it pulsate on my lips as it slides in and out. I need you to pull my hair as my tongue swirls around its tip. I need to feel you quiver as I completely devour your…,” was all he could hear as she began to speak.   Read more »

Ian

This is my first attempt at a full fledged story.
I hope you enjoy.

Ian

   Ian opened his eyes, there was a pain burrowed deep inside his head. He scanned the room for any clues to where he might be. He didn’t recognize anything in the room to be his own. It was poorly lit and he was barely awake. There was a bitter sweet, citrus, yet piney odor permeating throughout the room, it was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. In the far corner he spotted a small sliver of light along the floor which he assumed was a door. The time on his phone read 7:14, he slowly climbed out of bed unaware of the occupant asleep next to him, and journeyed out into the hallway. 

  Ian saw a door at the end of the long narrow hallway, a room that resembled or he at least hoped was a bathroom.  His head was pounding and he needed something to ease this pain.  He took a few steps before hearing a set of footsteps behind him.  Read more »