Category: Erotica

I sit in the hot tub, feeling alone while my family swims in the pool. Even if I was over there, I’d still feel alone. Back to feeling this way I guess, since the guy who was my daddy hurt me so bad I had to cut him out of my life. Just then I see him, outside the window. I must be so depressed I’m hallucinating! It’s not long, however, before he joins me in the hot tub.

“What do you want?” I say harshly.

“What? You haven’t talked to me in weeks, usually you’d be back by now begging for my attention, so I thought I should check up on you. I was going to go by your place but heard some noises in here and noticed you sitting alone,” he responds.

“Well, I want to be alone.” I state, trying to get him to leave before my sexual feelings for him start rushing back.

“No you don’t. I know you, if I’m not around you feel lonely in a way you can’t stand. Plus, before we stopped talking you were pretty desperate for something like this,” he says as he puts his hand on my inner thigh, slowly rubbing up. Read more »

It had been a week since the night she first invited him over. Tonight would be the fourth time he came to stay the night since then. First, we taking her to a movie, some new horror movie that she didn’t care about. Afterward, they’d get dinner and come back for him to once again take control. As she sat on her bed looking at two different outfits, she felt her phone vibrate against her leg.

“Thinking of you.”

It was from him. Seeing his name appear across the screen brought back a flashing memory of his hands pinning her arms to the wall as he sucked on her neck. She lightly shook her head to snap back to real life as their meeting edged closer.

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?”

“That depends: are you alone?”

She was. But she decided it was time to have a little fun with him for once. She took a quick picture of herself, lining it up just enough to show she was naked without showing any of her assets. She lightly pulled her lip with a single finger, giving her a hungry look that she knew would drive him crazy. Read more »

Jasmine is our staircase neighbor and my English literature teacher, specialized in Elizabethan Era and especially Shakespeare.
You can ask her whatever, she knows everything and replies with no difficulty, from the interpretations of the sonnets up to Hamlet and Macbeth.
As a neighbor, she stays next to our door, wall to wall.
My mother taught me from an early age to respect her, to greet her politely every time we meet, and to offer her flowers every year on women’s day.
When I was growing up, my mother enrolled me in her classes.

She usually comes to class dressed both elegantly and very sexy.
Short dresses and molded on the body are her specialty, generally red or white, and, of course, without a bra  –  another reason we love her so much.
But the coolest thing is the smell of semen that spreads in the room almost every time when she comes in.
We think she likes to take it between her tits every morning before she shows up for classes.
But above all, she is a great moaner. We use to hear her from time to time, sometimes in unexpected moments, unleashing loudly her moments of sublime pleasure.
There are electrifying moments, amazing, in which the whole house is silent, listening to the sounds that can be heard from beyond the wall.
My father and I put our ears to the wall to listen to as many details as possible, while my mother kindly approves. Read more »