You run to me. Throwing your arms around my waist. Clutching my shirt. Burying your face in my chest. “I missed you,” you whisper softly. You look up. Eyes full of mischief. I reach down. Caress your beautiful face. I smile. I take you by your neck. Clasping my hand around it. I press my lips against yours. “I know that look. You naughty little thing.” Your mouth eager. I trace your lips with my tongue. You slide yours out. Connecting with mine. A beautiful little fight between the two. Passionate. Delicious. You close your eyes. Savoring my taste. I take your hand. Interlock my fingers with yours. I step forward. Heading towards the nearest wall. I push you up against it. A hard, solid shove. Your entire body shakes from the impact. Your legs part on pure instinct. You guide my hand between them. Your hips swaying back and forth. You slide your panties to the side. “Right here,” you whisper. I feel your warmth against my fingertips. I caress your tenderness. Shallow breaths. Anticipating the moment I fully enter you. You lower yourself onto my fingers. Squeezing your thighs. One finger. Two. Hard flicks of the wrist. I feel you pushing down. The force of the flicks increases. I’m in charge. I continue. Sliding my fingers in and out. You’re soaking wet. Your legs trembling. Your eyes glazed over. Staring back with the same greed your cunt is swallowing my fingers with. You’re ready. I feel it. I stop. Your body continues to move. Seeking my fingers. I love the eagerness. I lift your leg up. You reach down and grab my cock. Solid hard. Ready for you. Your leg wrapped around my waist. Pulling me in. Holding me inside you. You feel amazing. Tight. Warm. Wet. You delight in the fullness. Loud moans. Loud screams. I fuck you. Hard. Slamming you back against the wall with every thrust. Your fingers tangled in my hair. Tugging. Pulling. I am fucking relentless. Every thrust harder than than the previous. You feel my passion. My power. Your nails clawing down my biceps. Wrapping your arms around my waist. “Make me cum,” you beg. I hold myself inside you. I feel the orgasm building. I slip my hand behind your head. Grab a handful of your hair. Pull your head back. Passionate kisses. “Cum for me.” It’s all you needed to hear.
Category: Erotica
Woodhaven School Girls part 01 (Lesbian, teacher and students)
Tiffany Jones paused just before the door of her class. She was thrilled to land this teaching gig, being a substitute was a hit and miss proposition, and her savings and checking accounts were dangerously low on funds. She had sent a resume to the Woodhaven school board, hoping that something was available. She felt a thrill when they contacted her and asked her if she’d like to take over an all girls high school class, she jumped at the chance. The salary was well in excess of a standard teacher’s salary, it looked like a long term deal, the other teacher had left due to what were termed, “creative differences”, and she was told that some of the teaching methods were a bit unorthodox. She didn’t care, she needed the money, and it was 7:30 AM on the Monday, and she went in to her classroom.
She looked around, more or less the usual layout, student desks, blackboard, her desk, and wrote her name on the blackboard, she started to unpack her items, and make the teacher’s desk her desk. She noticed that her seat was not a hard wooden chair, in fact it was more like a recliner. She took a seat, enjoying the soft cushions, and yes, it actually did recline. This was going to be nice, being able to sit and not trying to find a way to be comfortable in a hard wooden chair.
Finally hooking up with my stepmother. [Pt.2][taboo][light cuckold][jealousy]
It was my sophomore year of high school, and I still thought way too often about back when I was in 8th grade and saw Amy step out of the shower. It still stung every day that I didn’t see her fucking tits. All this time I hadn’t seen much more than my stepmother in a one piece swimsuit, which only made me imagine what I saw underneath that one day even more. It wouldn’t be until this year that I saw more of Amy.
I was housesitting the neighbor’s 2 story house next door on a Friday night, and I was sitting up in the family room at about 9 pm. I was not allowed to have any guests over, so I just sat there watching movies, eating snacks and texting friends like I usually do in my house anyways. It hit me when I saw the “Low Battery” notification that I left the charger for my phone at my house. I had a weird feeling about using someone else’s things when it was unnecessary so I walked back over to my house to get my charger.
Reopening Old Wounds (part three) [loving sex] [friends] [cheating]
He pushed me back, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked as he looked me over.
I wiped my eyes and looked at him, “I fucked up. I…I…didn’t think you’d ever…and we only have a few more days together. Why do I fuck things up so horribly, B?” I asked through my tears.
“You didn’t think I’d ever what?” He asked.
I motioned down to us, still connected and tilted my head, “Fuck me,” I said, “I…need to…I have to try and prevent a pregnancy and you just made me not want to.”
“You’d want to…”
I nodded and he pulled me to him in a tight hug, “And you can’t because of Nat and Grady?”
“Yeah.”
“For what it’s worth, I don’t want you to have a kid by them either,” he said.
“Why not? It has no bearing on you. We have a few days together at best. What would it matter?” I asked.
“If you go home pregnant, your husband is going to assume it’s mine and might tell my wife,” he said.
A Seat From Hell- Prologue & Ch. 1 (Horror Fiction NSFW)
PROLOGUE
September 4th, 2021
If you’re holding this journal in your hands right now and are reading these very words, there’s a good chance I’m dead.
My name is Emily Jane Collins, but my friends just call me MJ. Yeah yeah, I know what you’re probably thinking… MJ like the hot redhead from that one Marvel movie. Classic Hollywood bullshit if you ask me. A gangly white boy turned into a bonafide superhuman hottie by some freak accident arachnid bite? I mean get real, people. Let’s spend two hours on something other than melting your neurons down into a slimy, pathetic pulp. We live in the real world here, I suggest you start living in it.
Fuck. Sorry. Here I go again, off on one of my tangents. I’m supposed to be working on being “less reactive” or some other bullshit word according to Doctor Cornell. Let’s start again, shall we?
Road Revelations (mf, oral, fingering, strangers, affair)
It starts out so innocently. A small glance at a stoplight. A returned smile. The next few miles you slide past each other exchanging glances each one getting a little longer, a little bolder. At the next light, he slips beside you grinning like a wolf, his big truck dwarfing your nondescript 4 door sedan. You know you aren’t usually the one to get noticed, a married mother, so it is a thrill that this man, in this truck chose you to smile at today. It sends hot jolts of electricity through you. A rarity.
This continues for the next ten miles of highway escalating as much as it can in 3 second glances, trying hard to keep your eyes on the road and not stare at him. At the last moment, before the highway narrows to one lane, you muster up all your bravado, cast off the prim and proper wifely exterior you wear uncomfortably and blow him a kiss. Lights flash into your rear view mirror. You smile wider remembering the days when you would have stopped for his number or a quick fuck. Oh, the fun you had in trucks. You spend the next few miles in this reverie of sex and abandoned inhibitions, from a time when you were a free bird. When you let yourself admit it, you miss it terribly.
M4m hotwife writing partner
Hi all,
Seeing if anyone would be interested in writing a sex story with me. Basically I like to write my wife “hotwife” stories in which I share her with another guy. I think it would be hot to write just my part and have someone else write as the other guy. I will share this with her but she won’t play her part or be involved in writing. We would each write the part when it’s our “turn” and go back and forth as the story progresses.
We’re into:
Sharing her
Lending her
DP/DVP
Anal
Dominating her
Gangbang
Large cock pushing her limits
Creampie
Husband watching for a bit
Ok with play while husband not present but he would be aware/encouraging of it
Not into:
Bi (ok with touching with the focus on her such as DP)
Cheating – this is consensual between me and her
Possible scenarios: (can be one time or ongoing)
I send her out to pick a guy up to join us. She’s dressed to get attention.
You’re a friend who stays with us for a while after breaking up with girlfriend.
You’re a photographer hired for a sexy boudoir photoshoot.
Werewolf lover part 1
I’m that guy that you always see in our apartment building downtown and we’ve both lived there for years. I’ve smiled at you and you’ve noticed and smiled back, but I’ve never said more then just the occasional Hi. I’m a big guy kinda buff tall dark and handsome but you have never seen me with a girl. Recently you broke up with your dickhead boyfriend and haven’t really been looking but one evening you see me walk into my apartment as your leaving to go hang out with some friends. You mentioned me to your girlfriends and they just giggle and say about it just makes you more curious and as you pass by my apartment that night you hear a loud crash so you stop to knock on my door. I open up the door just a crack and you barge in. Being a little tipsy and confident in your self you just have to satisfy your curiosity and find out what’s up with me but what you find out is way more then you bargained for…….
She didn’t know the beast inside him was a gift not a curse
She couldn’t believe what was happening to her! One minute she was just trying to get to know the quiet tall dark and handsome stranger down the hall the next minute she was changed forever. She didn’t realize that what freaked her out completely the night before she now craves to have again.
This is a scene for a book I’m writing, enjoy
As I breathe in humid air, I feel a sharp point poke into my throat. Opening my eyes I see a young elf girl on top of me. I attempt to grab her, but my arms are yanked back.
“Na ah ah, you aren’t going anywhere, Shemlin.”
I continue to yank at the chains constricting me. Before I break free, the elf drives the small sword through my arm. I grit my teeth as she drives it deeper.
“Man, you’re no fun!”
I look up at her, staring her in the eyes. I lean in closer to her, spiting in her face.
“Nala thachi benian!”
She looks at me with a surprised look on her face. She whips the spit off her face, putting it on my chest.
“Look at that, a Shemlin who knows God Tongue.”
She rest her hand on my throat, applying a bit of pressure. She leans into me biting the tip of my ear. She begins to whisper.
“Tinalu bechua tlani.”