Category: Erotica

We bought tickets to the ballet. Romeo and Juliet. How romantic! A nice dinner, a show of two lovers that…well, you know the story. I won’t rehash Shakespeare’s work here. The night of the performance I dolled myself up quite nice. My makeup was working better than usual, my eyes popped, and my hair was perfect (that’s a first!). I had the sexiest dress for the occasion, complete with stockings and heels. Stockings drive my husband nuts. I didn’t want Juliet being the star of the entire evening. I walked into the waft of his favorite perfume, and of course my nether regions were fresh, trim, and ready for sex! Silk pink panties were hidden by my sexy black dress. After all, a little color never hurts. Read more »

“My chassis is covered by a tri-weave polymer, designed to give the texture of skin to the touch. Would you like to try it?”

The Doll cocked its – *her* – head to the side in a curiously stereotypical fashion.

Rico stretched out a hand, resting the tips of his fingers gently on the bare ‘skin’ of her upper arm. It was cool to the touch; not cold and metallic as he had expected given the segmented nature, but cool. It felt pleasant beneath his touch, felt like skin.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

“I do,” she replied. “Several thousand minute sensors beneath the epidermis register contact anywhere across my frame, activated by the piezoelectric shell.”

“What does it feel like?”

She cocked her head the other way, and he saw her processing the question. Now he had a moment’s pause, he could see a faint trail of freckles across her nose and cheeks, as if someone had dusted them across her. “It feels like pressure and warmth. There is an odd tingle to the skin in the area around where your hand is.” Read more »

I woke up with an painfully hard erection. It’s always the first thing I notice when I emerge from slumber aroused – that hot, rigid sensation in my pajama pants begging to be freed. The second thing I noticed was how good it felt because it was pressed against something warm and soft. The fog of sleep slowly evaporated as I groaned lightly, pushing my hips forward to press my shaft into that pillowy flesh. As I opened my eyes, the soft yellow morning light was filtering through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on the figure breathing peacefully next to me. She was pushing up against me with her back on my chest, my arm was wrapped around her stomach under her large breasts, and her ass shoved against my thick member.

I laid there for a few minutes, tensing and relaxing my dick against her asscheek. As I flexed myself repeatedly, I drew my arm up over her soft cotton shirt and began to unbutton it. She shifted and sighed quietly, turning her head up to the ceiling. The glow of sunlight illuminated her pale face, her lightly red lips, and her sandy blonde hair. I didn’t know it was possible to fall more in love, but I felt it well up inside of me. She shifted again and I pulled my hips away, allowing her to roll onto her back and her peaceful face nodded towards me. Read more »

I have always been pretty focused on self care, I like to have my body feel and look good. It’s a pretty important part of my life. Because of that reason, after a few years of shaving my pubes and having to deal with stubble and ingrown hair, I started to get laser hair removal. The first time I did it, the hot laser hurt a little, but it was worth it – I really love how my pussy looks with the completely smooth skin. Since my first visit, I had been going to the professionals regularly, as they told me my hair grows really slowly, so I need at least 8 sessions, every 6-8 weeks.

So, I’m pretty much a regular at their place, and started to know the people working there pretty well. My usual technician has been a really nice girl called Mindy, around my age, who shared a lot of interests – so the appointments were usually over in a breeze.

Today, I go in for my second to last appointment, already seeing and feeling great results. Only very few, super thin hairs are left. So I was stoked to get rid of these and have a perfectly smooth vulva. Read more »

My bf broke up with me and I was rather depressed about it. My sister spent a lot of time convincing me to hook up with someone random because “good dick makes you forget any ex”. I was very much against it at first, but after a few months, I gave it a chance.

She hooked me up with a guy she knew and I was very frightened and nervous. But it felt great. He came inside of me, this was better sex then I’d had with my ex. He told me “there are only so many times you can have sex with one person before it becomes stale’. And he was right. We hooked up more and more and more, I really, really enjoyed it, I’d definitely do it again.

I curse myself for being late once more as I run as quickly as I can to the platform. I suddenly stop when I realize the train is running late. I mutter, “For Fuck’s Sake!” to myself. I catch someone glancing in my direction at this precise moment. A man. One that is also quite appealing. I quickly look away because I’m nervous and a little ashamed. I’m sweating and heated because it’s a hot summer day. I accept that it’s not the sexiest look. I laugh to myself at the thought and dare to look over at him. Maybe he likes that. He is currently glancing at his phone, which gives me an opportunity to acknowledge him. With his legs slightly apart, he is seated. The tight fit of his shirt highlights his athletic form underneath, giving him a sharp appearance with his shirt, tie, and pants. He looks up at me again when I let my eyes wander for a bit too long. This time, I give him a few seconds of my full attention. He makes the first break, gazing back down while straightening his black, wavy hair. Was that a tense movement? Read more »