It was Halloween night a couple years ago, my buddy called me up to invite me to a big party at his co-worker’s place. “Ugh! Dude, I just got home from work, and I hate those things!” I replied with a big sigh. “I don’t even have a costume.”
“Just grab a mask,” he responded, like it was no big deal. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. I need my wingman.”
Acting quick on my feet, I find my old hockey mask and grab the fake knife from the Halloween decorations. “This should be good enough,” I told myself in a not so convincing tone.
When my buddy arrived, I could see the annoyance on his face. He rolled his eyes as he looked me up and down before finally asking, “Dude, you didn’t change out of your work coveralls?”
Holding up the fake knife and hockey mask, I simply respond, “I’m going as Jason.”
He still didn’t look satisfied but we proceeded to the party, anyway. Much to my annoyance, when we got there, he immediately left me to dance with some random girl. Just as I feared, I was left in the corner, sitting on a bar stool drinking by myself like a total loser.
As I continued to have pity on myself, promising myself to never come to one of these parties again. Shaking my head in frustration all of the sudden my world got turned completely upside down, as something, or I should say someone, caught my eye. Despite the entire room being filled with loud music and annoying people, all I could focus on was this beautiful goddess, as she entered the room and slowly walked across it.
The mysterious beauty walked so carelessly, did she know she was the center of attention? Or did she just not care? Standing about five foot six, with curves in all the right places, she could get any man in the room she wanted. She was wearing a tight, frilly dress, barely covering her goods. I was almost drooling over her from across the room, hoping to get a glance if her dress were to slip.
Still in slow motion, the goddess made her way around the room, ignoring all the smiles that deservedly came her way. Then, much to my utter shock, she left me frozen as she stopped right in front of me it was like she was staring into my soul with the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. The hair on my arm stood up, I got goose bumps and I was sweating bullets.
I could tell she was beautiful, despite her face being covered with sugar skull makeup. She had her hair dyed a blueish purple; she had a sapphire on her forehead, her lipstick accented her hair and she was covered in flowers, but not even all that could hide the beauty gleaming through her accessories.
My heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. My mouth became suddenly dry. “What is she doing?!” I frantically wondered to myself, trying my best to keep my cool in front of her. “Is she actually going to talk to me?!”
With a hot little smirk, she rocked my world by inching towards me. With her seductive voice, she whispered, “I just love your movies… Can I take a selfie with you?”
Before I could even build the courage to respond, she whipped around and forced herself on my lap and pulled out her phone for a selfie. I was left gasping at her beautiful fragrance as her curvy body pressed against me.
Suddenly, the lights went off, and we were left with nothing but black lights. “We’re glowing,” she whispered into my ear, pressing against me even closer. Taking another picture.
My mind was racing a million miles an hour as she took selfie after selfie. But just when I thought things couldn’t get any crazier, her hand ends up on my crotch! “This is crazy, but it has to be an accident!” I frantically told myself, thinking there was no way in the world she would purposely do that.
Much to my shock, she whispered, “Be careful; you might stab someone with that thing,” with the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. Before I could even breathe, she gave my cock a little squeeze then jumped off and just left me there scratching my head and hiding my hard on.
I continued to sit there, wondering what the hell just happened. It was too good to be true, in yet, I could replay it in my mind picture perfectly. My mind was in a frenzy, and my cock was hard as hell as I watched her mingle with her friends.
At one point, I lost track of her. I had almost convinced myself it was just my imagination. Regardless, I figured I would never see her again. My erection had subsided enough that I could get up from my seat to grab another beer…. (Continued in the comments)
Category: Erotica
An new arousal
M22/M23
(This is my first erotica, would appreciate constructive feedback please!)
Up until now I always thought of myself as asexual. It had been 5 years since my last attempt at anything sexual in nature. It had just never felt right. I’ve dated off and on, mostly with others like myself, but with my current boyfriend it feels.. different.
We have been dating for about 4 months now, and he’s been great. Caring, attentive, etc., all the things you look for. But there’s something else to him. Something that makes my heart (and other things) get excited.
He has never made a move to initiate sex, but I find myself sometimes hoping he would. There’s something about him that I think turns me on; the way his eyes are so transparent about what he really feels, how soft his hair is after he showers with 3-in-1, even his grouchy morning face intrigues my inner desires I didn’t know were there.
Jerking off to an imaginary girl that looks just like my roommate that totally isn’t. *Gone Wrong* (NSFW) (M 21) Pt. 1
I may or may not be like ten beers down right now and high as a kite but have you guys ever had a crush on your roommate in college? That’d be crazy and a little gross right? Couldn’t be me. Anyways. Picture this 100 percent imaginary girl, that totally is not my roommate, long blonde hair, slightly curly, with bright blue eyes. Average height, maybe a bit taller. Thick, but not fat, you all know what I’m talking about. Fat ass. Huge tits. But not overly chubby. The perfect proportions, at least in my opinion.
Let’s say her name’s Katie, funnily enough, same name as my roommate. Let’s actually not do that, and let’s change it, to be less creepy. This fictitious girl’s name is now Madelyn.
Absolutely stunning looking. Madelyn’s bra size is like 36 DD. Not sure, but since she’s a figment of my imagination they can be whatever size I say, right? One could say Voluptuous. Big word, I know. It means a woman’s round and curvy. I’m fucking smart. Luscious red lips that would feel amazing on the tip of my penis.
Nikki {53m/23f} {bdsm/bondage/anal}
I’d seen Nikki on various dating sites now and again. Her profiles would come and go. I always messaged her. Was always a short, polite conversation that invariably ended up with her saying, “Thanks. But I don’t think I’m interested. I think you’re probably a little too old for me.”
She probably had a point. She was a twenty-year-old university student, and I was thirty plus years her senior.
One day I saw another new profile of hers again. I said hello again and we started chatting. She was feeling down about something, I can’t remember what, but I talked her into letting me take her for coffee at Starbucks
She was a short raven haired BBW. Somehow a combination of super cute and super sexy. Never all of one, or the other, but a good combination of both. A charming smile despite her supposed sadness and she exuded an excited energy. Big, beautiful, bright, blue eyes. She had great tits and a nice round ass. A bit of a brat, but she was a delight to look at.
[F24]Sleepy PreCum Lipgloss
Last night I went to bed before my boyfriend, he’s been playing this new game all hours of the night and I had to be up early the next morning.
I took a long hot shower, put on my favorite lotion, had some hot tea and fell asleep rather quickly.
Something rustled me out of my sleep slightly but I didn’t open my eyes, I decided to just listen because it usually is just him coming to bed, but I could feel something really warm very very close to my lips, then something liquid dropped on to them.
I licked my lips wondering what it was and it didn’t have much of a taste but was pretty – slimy I guess I could say. I kept my eyes closed and continued to listen and could hear faint panting and wet noises right by my face. I started to blush, and thought to myself that my boyfriend was jerking off to me thinking I may be out cold.
I could feel my nipples harden and started to throb down there. I felt another drop of warm liquid and decided to keep pretending I was asleep. I parted my mouth open slightly for him. I could tell he froze up. After a moment he was at it again.
Sunbathing at Home [outdoors] [masturbating]
It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, nobody is home and I have the day to myself. I’m going to go lie out in the sun. I grab a blanket and pillow to lay on out in the yard. Turn on some music in the house and open the windows. I want to hear the birds but some background music is nice too. I go out and get my stuff all situated then go inside and change clothes. Bikini weather for sure.
I make myself comfortable outside and just enjoy the warmth on my skin. I know it’s not healthy to tan, but a little sunshine is good for anyone. It’s really nice, nobody is around, I take off my top. The sun feels nice on my nipples and the slight breeze makes them get hard. I run my hands over my body, it’s so warm and soft. Taking care of my skin is important, it makes me feel soft and smooth. My hands wander across my body, I should apply some sunblock.
A Guilty Pleasure [F]
I was in the midst of a dream, half awake, half asleep. Gentle murmurs and groans filled my head, I stirred and squirmed under the covers before I sleepily opened my eyes, realising these sounds were not in my dreams, but were coming from my flatmate’s room next door.
I grinned to myself and yawned as I rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. I fidgeted and kicked my legs before I turned over once more. I could not sleep. The sounds next door were getting louder. The fucking was relentless. It went on and on.
I sat up wide awake, unable to stop myself listening intently. Eventually I caved and was honest with myself. I liked the sounds. The feeling between my legs told me so. I threw the covers off and slid my fingers into my panties. It was confirmed. I was insanely turned on. I was instantly wet.
I clambered onto my knees and pushed my ear against my wall. My flatmate made little whimpering sounds as she was being pounded by her boyfriend. I knew this because I could hear her bed squeaking and waning with every thrust. He made grunting sounds with every plunge into her. It was fast and hard. I slipped my fingers into my panties once more and pressed my ear harder to the wall. I tease my juices up and down my lips and clit as I listened carefully.
That escalated fast… (feet, BDSM themes)
It started as a fun little joke…
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we took some photos of your feet? Maybe we could sell them online!”
Who would want to see photos of my feet? I thought to myself.
“Do you think anyone would want to see them” I asked him.
He seemed shocked by my response; “Oh, you thought I was serious?… Yeah lots of people would I think.. You have pretty feet” He added shyly, and looked down at the ground.
He was just a friend after all – we had never talked about my feet, or anything like that before… but it seemed like this wasn’t the first time he’s been thinking about this.
I looked down at my bare feet resting on a couch pillow next to him and started to move my toes around, stretch out and arch my feet. Red toenails catching the light when I curled them.
“Okay let’s try it!” I said. I thought I had pretty feet, and if other people wanted to see them, then why not!
“OKAY GREAT!” he said a little too excitedly, then quickly pulled back quickly. “I’ll grab my camera…”
My Universe.
My Universe,
Gentle I will be.
Unless you need a storm,
A hurricane to form.
Whisper it to me in the breeze,
Amongst moon & trees.
I will adjust, my love,
Always to temper,
All your wants & needs.
I’ll give the calm that you seek,
after splitting my thighs a part.
Just allow me.
Under your sky,
In the twilight, to sleep.
Where there’s darkness,
When there’s still & peace.
Photos & content ©2023MeiraLove
Let me watch, ma.
In a city that isn’t ours, between Mexico and Jerusalem, you stand statuesque before me as I sit poised and still. Faint, slow moans of intoxicating instruments strumming their own story secretively from afar. The kind that makes you feel soulful, yet, heated from within, and a mixed cocktail of the two.
You run a quick brush across my hair and begin to press against my knee to uncross my legs, spreading so slowly a part. Just to my waist you squat down, slipping my skirt over hips and thighs. I’m already feeling the pressure of your thoughts, my love, subdued by the wet between my legs.
How happy I am to have you here within a grasp of my heart.
“Let me watch,” he says while completely dressed, on stone legs, between me, leading, always knowing what he wants. He continues, “Show me where you like to touch when I’m away from you so far.”
You place your hand firmly on my face and insert your thumb into my mouth. You like to feel my lips in circles, purposefully, while pressing into my tongue.