It was a breezy night in early may, a few days before I turned 22. I’d always been used to sleep in the nude, which always seemed more comfortable to me. I had been asleep for a few hours when I was awoken by a somewhat familiar pleasurable feeling in the lower side of my body but was confused as to what caused it since there hadn’t been a man in my bed for a very, very long time. As I started thinking maybe I was dreaming, I slowly lifted up my blankets to find a rat licking away at my clitoris. It took a few seconds for it to realize I had seen it, as the pleasurable feeling did not warrant my stopping it. But the creature did, in the end, see my eyes fixed on it and got scared. What happened next may horrify you as it did me in the moment, but my horror quickly melted away into pleasure as the animal entered my crotch to find refuge from my stare.
Category: Erotica
My Best Friend’s Dad! [Teen] [MF] [FF]
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.
Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.
I want to fuck my Work Wife and her Ex.
My work wife is a very dirty girl and she doesn’t know how crazy she drives me. We bond over sex stories and famous sexcapades. I want to grab her succulent breasts and give them a good squeeze. To kiss her on the neck and whisper how much I want her.
I want to slip my hands down her panties and part are lips with my fingers. Sucking her tits and watching her quiet while I slide two fingers In would make me go insane. I’d rip her panties off and spread her legs open so I can take a second to appreciate the view.
I would get low, spit on that clit and suck on it like a juicy nectarine. While devouring that pussy, I would slide my fingers in to let her gspot know I am present. Watching her squirm would my make my pussy drip like an open faucet. I won’t let go of that gspot till she squirts.
While she’s recuperating, I’ll have her watch her ex penetrate my creamy cunt with his cock in the missionary position. His big black cock pushing against my gspot while I rub on my throbbing clit. We change positions; now I’m riding him like a stallion with my pierced tits bouncing without a care in the world.
She Just Needed a Cheating Nudge to Become the Hot Wife
After four days of adulterous debauchery, by both of them, Michelle returned home. Tyler picked her up from the airport and asked about her trip. She rambled on about boring meetings and dinner parties and sprinkled in a bit of pool and beach time. The whole time she was thinking of Ben, and the other two guys that she let violate her body in every possible way. She wasn’t necessarily thinking of the men themselves, but rather the hot sex and unspeakable acts of passion that made her feel alive. Tyler pretended to listen, but he too had other things on his mind; the mischievous games that he and Rachel played while his wife was out of town. He thought of how she dressed in his wife’s lingerie, how she wore one of her dresses out on a date, and how he fucked her with it still on. He wasn’t proud of his cheating, but he didn’t feel guilty either. Neither of them did. They both thought they were keeping a sexy slice of life to themselves, a secret, and the other was completely innocent. That part turned them both on.
Michelle said, “So, about our sex life. I’m all for spicing things up, but let’s start slow.”
A Fancy Dinner – Pet Play for Lovers [mf]
This place really is the best. Locally sourced organic ingredients prepared by the most skilled chefs in the region means nobody else comes close. Four stars. James looks dashing in his fancy rented tuxedo, top hat, and monocle. Like a sexy Monopoly Man without the mustache. Maggie is absolutely stunning in her new dress. It’s perfect. Elegant and flowing with plenty of room to hide her tail taped to her leg, it is just the right amount of revealing on top. Any more so and the effect would be ruined. With a fancy hat and mesh veil to hide her ears, it’s the perfect disguise. Nobody would ever guess she is a pet. The disguises would be more effective if they were more subtle but where’s the fun in that? They own this room.
Maggie vibrates with excitement as dinner is served. Caviar and escargot with champagne doesn’t appeal to James but Maggie loves it and that makes it worth the exorbitant cost. These things don’t even occur around here. They probably come from a can. Pet tastes; go figure. Smiling widely, James cuts into his steak while Maggie chows down with perfect manners. It’s not often they get to share a night like this so they savor the time even more than the food.
The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 12 Part 1 (MF) (Oral) (Intense Orgasm)
Standing at the bottom of the stairs ascending to the tree house, the boss looks up at Anna.
“Are you ready for this?” he says trying to hide his own nervousness.
They’d spent the afternoon having lunch, walking around Paradise, getting massages, and having a much needed nap. Now it was time to head to the Tree House. Wyatt’s house.
Anna’s heart beats hard. She looks at her boss standing naked and wonders if choosing to wear her bra and panties was the right decision.
“I’m kind of nervous, sir. But I’ll be okay. You’ll be right there won’t you?” she says meekly.
He kisses her and says, “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you alone with Wyatt unless you ask me to.”
She relaxes a bit and lets him take her arm in his to head up the stairs.
When they reach the door he knocks and shouts, “Put your dick away, old man! We’re coming in!”
A gruff, southern tinged voice yells back, “I put my dick where I want but come in anyway!”
It’s clearly an exchange they have had many times. An inside joke between old friends.
Esma-Lee and the Nasty Needle Bros.
Now you may be thinkin’ my work is pure recreation and non-productive carnal delights but I am dismayed to be the proverbial ants at your picnic, ‘cause darlin’ there been times that my work is Work. Allow me a digression into the most recent event of such laboritude.
Painful Victory [M/F]
“*Five*.” Their voices mixed together in the tense air. “*Four*.” She smiled as she said it moments before he did. “*Three*” A longer pause that time, and he was barely in front. “*Two*” They raised their hands in unison. They locked eyes… “*One*” They both smiled as they said it together.
Their raised hands moved forwards past each other and with finger and thumb extended they landed on the opposite chest.
“*Go*” They shouted together and at once they both clamped down their fingers on the others bare nipples. They both let out a small gasp of air and then their body’s tensed up.
Her long blue nails bit down deep into his small soft nipples, chest hair brushing at her fingers as she twisted slightly.
His fingers griped hard at the tips of her pointy nipples, pulling slightly he caused her breasts to lift up with a small bounce.
They locked eyes, no hint of pain showing in either face. Smiling they tried to assert a calm dominance.
He looked away first, distracted by the curve of her breast in the candle light. Her eyes then went down his hairy chest to his defined abs before settling on his crotch.
Daddy got a kitten
Daddy got a kitten
Should be just another day that he would walk the road. with his mind lost in the void, and his gentile eyes empty vague
Should be just another day, where she would hide on the dark corners of the street. Not trusting anybody to aproach. She wasn’t a stray, but been long time since she run away her home, and she was to be free. She didn’t needed a owner.
Should be just another day, untill their paths crossed. He stoped and kneel to reach for her…
And the little kitten, that would normaly run strait away, got driven to his open hand, like pulled by a magnet, her body moving on it’s own .
Daddy wasn’t looking for a kitten , he never had one. He was used to be alone in his own darkness, darkness that could only be matched by that little kitty empty and scared eyes.
He grabbed her on his strong and gentle hands… And she, that wanted only to be free… Start wanting something else. Her freedom was there… While being hold .
Their eyes got a little glimps of light, reflex of each other.
Look on her face [MF] [Forced] [Fiction]
I never particularly liked girls, but in high school some were after me, few had confessed their feelings, it made me feel good, but I never really cared about them, never bothered to reciprocate their feelings. If you ask around now, I guess some people from school would still recall me as being a real dick, others might remember me as just a weird quiet guy, lost in his own world, and that’s because they didn’t know better.
I guess that’s just a part of me, and it’s somewhat dark, so ofcourse I don’t usually bring it up.
There was this one girl in my class, I don’t even remember particularly liking her, who used to sit beside me in my class. I remember her being very accommodating of me. I knew she liked me, even though I had no feelings for her whatsoever.
This all happened over a course of few weeks.