Category: Erotica

This is my first story sorry if the formatting and spelling is off I am not really a good writer. I hope you enjoy the story.

I don’t know how but somehow I just came in an unknown woman in public.
I was going home from work on the subway and it was packed I mean like really packed. I was standing by one of the doors and leaning up against side of the edge of the door. I was just happy that I found a spot where I could actually lean against something. At the next stop there was so many people and all of them pushed to get inside the subway. I ended up having people squeezed up against me which I really hate. But the person who was just in front of me was girl with long blond hair which smelled really good. I never saw her get in so I don’t know what she looked like or how old she was I could only see the back of her head, hair and the shirt she had on. I also notice that her hands were not holding on to any of the straps in the roof that helps you keep your balance. Her hands were down so I just thought she held a bag or something in her hands. Read more »

I’m very lucky to have a fantastic FWB relationship with a stunningly handsome black man. I’m pretty small, 5’4 with a very curvy figure that features both ample breasts and an ass way too juicy for a white woman. He’s about 6’3 with locs so long they graze his perky black ass. I drive ride share and whenever I get a ride request out his way, I see if he’s free.
Today I needed fucking badly. Last night I had too much to drink and couldn’t come, so I effectively edged myself for hours. I got frustrated and went to sleep. But not before drunk texting
“When do you free up again”
He said, “Not until Monday. Do you need to get fucked?”
“😭😭😭😭yessssss”
“Come through and I’ll take a smoke break. We’ll go to the back of parking lot and get a quick fuck in outside on the side of mountain”
I’m already feeling my pussy swell and start to get wet. I head out and finally catch a rider that wants to go close to dudes work. Read more »

At some point in that late afternoon I caught myself staring out the diner’s window at the cars on the highway. It had been a quiet Wednesday so far. I had just finished refilling some customer’s coffee and wiping a couple of tables and there was nothing really left to do. That is, except for restocking the sugar and cream – but I could do that later.
I squeezed the damp cloth in my hand and let out a soft sigh. A lot had happened since the last time I worked here. I got married. I moved. Never in my worst nightmares had I imagined I’d find myself working as a waitress again, at the same spot I worked at when I was in my early twenties.
“Miss!”, the bus driver in the plaid shirt shouted from across the room. He lifted his cup. More coffee. Sure.
By the time I returned my gaze to the window it had started to rain. I made my way to the kitchen and put my head through the swinging door. “It’s started to rain, boys. You may expect more movement around here for the next hour or so.”
It feels almost sad to say that the possibility to have more customers coming in due to the rain was the most exciting part of my week so far. But it was true. I was definitely at a low point in my life and even though I was still 27, a part of me felt older and miserable. The chores were tiring. The libido was gone. The wild career plans had gone to shit.
Suddenly, I heard a bell and the clinking sound of coins or keys in a pocket. I look up and immediately stop my pacing. This tall, charming figure looks at me with a smirk. He’s wearing a cowboy hat that would look ridiculous if it didn’t fit so perfectly with his persona. His shirt is a bit wet on the shoulders and his boots leave wet prints on the floor. A sudden heat seems to take over my body. I question myself why on Earth have I found him so sexy, but I can’t seem to find the answer.
“Good evening, gorgeous”, he says. Gorgeous? Really? That’s corny.
I look at his eyes and find them glancing at the name tag on my top. “Katherine, right?”, he says. “Can I get some coffee? Hot.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t go for a cold one in this rain”, I reply.
He walks past me, his shoulder almost rubbing against mine, and sits on a booth by the window. “I suppose”, he nods, taking off his hat and revealing his grayish hair. I’d guess he was about 20 years older than me. No ring. Beard. I turned around to get his coffee, his face imprinted in my head as my thoughts went wild. The way that guy sparked my interest made me feel like I hadn’t felt in a long time, and God knows how much I ached to feel wanted again, and how much I needed to want someone as badly as I wanted him.

It had been a little over a week since she arrived at Evelyn’s apartment. The small space where bright sunlight filtered through the large window and where the air felt welcoming and calm had quickly become cramped and the air now felt heavy and unbearably thick.

She sat on the bed with her arms around her knees, her fists balled around the soft fleece of the oversized beige sweater she wore and her chin rested on the black fabric of her pants. The book she had been reading lay open at her bare feet, her eyes grazed the text but she couldn’t make them focus on the words. And the small table-top lamp no longer gave her enough light to read by comfortably. A continuous barrage of clicking sounds assaulted her ears from the moment she opened her book early in the afternoon until now, when she could no longer bare to look at the page any longer.

She looked over at the source of the noise, the illumination of three computer screens highlighted a crouched silhouette. She watched as he typed furiously, looking from one screen to the next, and thought about how she had not seen him move from that place all day. She sighed and looked away, her long brown hair falling over her shoulder as she picked up her cell phone. Read more »