Dance with me… fuck me

Dance with me.

Part I

Ros came through the door already smiling. She was about 5’10 with her heels,  but she knew she would kick them off soon. She walked with that confident grace of a practiced dancer. If you looked closely at her hands you could see the history of gymnastics in the way she held her fingers. 
Her black skirt was knee length and when she walked she could barely feel it brush the back of  her knee. But she could feel it and she liked it. She wanted to feel the delicate touches all night.  She came to dance. The halter top she wore sported little words. ” I rock”and “you love me” stood out in particular as her nipples accentuated the letter o. She had on no bra. And no panties.
As she got closer to the back of the room she saw L. He was playing with a drink and drawing something. The veins on the back of his hand cast dark shadows in the harsh overhead light that separated him from the rest of the dark room. 
The sight of his hands made her pussy jump. She was surprised she remembered how they looked,  but in her mind she could still clearly picture him stroking his cock in the video chat. They had talked about dancing. About fucking.  She wanted to make it all real.

Cumming with Petty Revenge, Chapter 2.

This is the second chapter of a lovely story about what happens when you leave the keys to your apartment with a girl you’re cheating on. You can read the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gum75m/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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I was actually getting dressed – into my clubbing attire. Letting the yellow strings be my underwear, I pulled my sheer white top over it. Then up went my little black skirt. Jack would have loved it, seeing brief flashes of the skin my lingerie didn’t cover peek out as I moved. Tonight more than just Jack would see. And feel.

I felt dirty with the open air having free access to my privates, but this is what my mission called for. Being left behind was a betrayal, and I would make him jealous for it. More than jealous. It made me flush with anger, my face giving off heat. As I thought about my plan my privates also radiated heat.

“What do you think? Sides okay?” Send. The photo showed the curves of my sides and hips with the bands of yellow running across. It felt devious, sending photos of me dressed one way when I was really dressed another. I slid my hand down the front of my skirt and ran a finger just between my lips. Mmm. Such a nice gliding feeling. And a dip inside.. No no no. I couldn’t get off now.

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Political Foes Fantasy

We might never agree on politics, for reasons I couldn’t comprehend, but that didn’t mean I wanted to reach across the proverbial aisle to ride his cock any less. I needed a way to vent all my pent-up frustration from having an unscrupulous misogynist in the highest office in our country—and damn, he looked so good in that fitted navy suit! I started to feel my lace panties get moist just from the intensity of his eyes boring into mine as our stare down played out. It was obvious neither of us wanted to back down, but as I continued to look into his eyes, I discovered more than disdain—I was pleasantly surprised to see desire, so I turned my scowl into a sly grin to diffuse the situation. I was glad when it worked, and even more pleasantly surprised that he proceeded to ask me to join him for a drink at the hotel bar where we, apparently, were both staying. We engaged in light conversation during the first two quick rounds of drinks. I felt him undressing me with his eyes the whole time, so I took a chance and casually put my hand on his thigh while we talked and immediately felt a shock that shot through me and settled in a throbbing heat between my legs. Looking up into his eyes, I knew he felt it, too. He flagged down the bartender to close the tab then turned to me and asked, “your room or mine?”.

Tim discovers his step sister’s secret.

It had been a shitty day at school. Eighteen year old Tim Masterson had just gotten home when he heard girlish giggling coming from the other side of the hedge row that screened off the pool area. He stopped to listen, picking up several female voices, although he couldn’t hear what was being said, just the laughter. His curiosity picqued, he quick-stepped down the row and around the corner to the back door of the pool house.

As he entered, he noticed that the French doors that led to the pool were all open. He hurried across the room, which consisted of a seating area around a fireplace, a kitchenette/bar area, and the door to a connected bathroom. Sidling up to the open front doors, he peaked around and immediately got an eyeful.

“Ho-ly-fuck!” he whispered to himself.

Not thirty feet away, his step-sister and two other girls were lounging on pool chairs, all chattering animatedly over each other, all blonde, all topless. Tim’s eyes feasted on three sets of firm, young, naked tits. In addition to Chloe, his 19 year old step-sister, he recognized Madison and Taylor, also 19, two of her fellow cheerleaders at the local college. They were all oiled up and gleaming in the bright sun, their hair in ponytails and sunglasses shading their eyes.

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 24 [Erotic Fantasy Story]

Please read chapters 1 – 23 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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“This is for you,” Mirja said handing her a leather wrapped bundle.

Sigrid frowned and took it. She was about to ask what it was but kept quiet and unfolded the old leather. The smell reminded her of something that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips ran along the patterns.

*I know this pattern*, she thought, her hands starting to tremble slightly. *It can’t be.*

She unclasped the last buckle and opened the leather bindings up. A pair of longdaggers lay before her eyes. They were so black that they almost looked blue. The light from the flittering candles on the table seemed to seep into the blades to never come back out. Sigrid raised her eyes and looked first at Mirja, then at Leopold.

Meeting his Muse

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The birds chirped in the morning sunlight, as the young man slowly awoke from his slumber. He slowly stirred and eventually got out of bed. He stretched and looked in the mirror as a sunbeam fell over his body. Fascinated by the movement of shadows over his skin, he watched as the light danced over his thighs, torso, and backside. He leaned over to touch his toes, and chuckled as he looked in the mirror, and noticed his ass jiggle in the morning light. 

A thought popped into his mind as he revved up for the day, of the woman with whom he had such a complicated and fraught inter-linkage of paths. He thought she liked him at first, but it turned out that actually, she loved ass, and nothing but the butt. Guy or girl, she couldn’t resist a cute curvy butt, and once she found out about his submissive desires and fantasies….

Home on Break [MF]

We live in the same neighborhood and you’ve been our babysitter for years and my little girls adore you… you’re like their cool older sister… and you’ve just gotten home for summer break from college. It’s a brutally hot weekend as you stroll around the block looking for something to do. You pass by our house and I’m moving and stacking a load of firewood we just had delivered. I’m just finishing the last bit when you get to our house. We start chatting as I sweep up the driveway, trying not to be too obvious about looking at you. I’ve watched how you’ve grown up over the years and develop into a lovely woman… you wearing your short shorts and tanktop causing me to have thoughts I shouldn’t have. We are having an easy conversation talking about how your school year was… about how your studies are going… about your plans for the summer (which you don’t really have yet)… how much you missed my girls and me telling you how much they’ve missed you and keep asking when you’ll be back…. talking about how hot this heat wave is. I ask you if you want to go get your swimsuit and have a swim since I’m done working for the day and the girls would love to see you when they get back from shopping with their mom. You say that sounds great and that you’ll be right back. I tell you to let yourself in the side gate and I’ll be back there.

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Finally Fucking Dean Part 4

Dean and I spent the rest of the weekend christening every room of my townhome. In between our FuckFest sessions Dean and I talked. He told me more about his childhood and how he grew up.

Dean’s brother Jay practically raised him since their parents were functioning alcoholics. Their dad worked construction for a local builder but took off when he found out their mom was cheating with the cook at the bar she worked nights at. Dean spoke of them matter of factly without any pain or anger emitting from his voice. He and Jay have had no contact with their mom since Dean was 16 after a violent fight with her boyfriend. Jay found Dean bloodied to hell that night and had Dean move in with him.

Dean told me about his past relationships. He dated a girl named Brittany during his junior and senior year of High School. They broke up when she left for college while Dean stayed getting a job in construction. When he was 22 he met Megan a bartender while bar hoping with Jay one night. He never gave a reason why things ended with Megan, only that they dated for a couple of years.

Girl has an orgasm in spin class

Kayla was headed to her first spin class, trying to get in shape for the summer. Lots of her friends had done the class and had told her what a great workout it is and how they play fun music. It was Friday after work and she was ready to get some stress out from the week. The 23 year old blonde was wearing skin tight white leggings and a black tank top that came just above her waist, allowing a glimpse of her flat stomach. She had a gray nike sports bra underneath her top and she wasn’t sure what to wear under her pants for a bike workout, she didn’t want to go commando but didn’t want panty lines either. She settled on a tiny little white thong that made it feel close to wearing nothing. As she drove to the fitness center, she thought about her ex boyfriend and how she missed him and maybe even more so, the sex. He knew exactly what she liked. She suddenly realized she hadn’t gotten laid since they broke up 3 months ago and with how busy she’s been with work and living a new adult life filled with responsibilities, she hadn’t even had a chance to rub one out herself in weeks. Her pussy clenched at the thought, almost as a signal from between her legs that it soon needs attention.

Niece takes control part 5

The next morning, I woke up just before Lara. I lay awake, and just before Lara woke up, I had an idea. When I heard her stirring, I feigned the deep, even cadence of sleep breathing. I could feel Lara looking over my face, searching to see if I was really asleep. When I felt her presence pull back, I cracked my eyes open just a bit, and oh fuck yes, Lara pulled her flannel nightgown over her head, and I saw the hot, shapely sexy body of my wife. Seeing her nude for only the second time since our marriage, my cock grew fast.

I opened my eyes a bit wider, as she paraded around the bedroom. I worked on keeping that sleep breathing sound, and she never even looked back at me. Perfect, I feasted my eyes on the big, round tits, her nipples were stiff, I ached to play with her sexy milk jugs. I watched, drinking my fill as she turned this way and that, grabbing all the hot views I could get. Her body curved downward, waist nipped in, her stomach was lean, making her jugs look even larger. The hips had once hell of a curve, that neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair, as blonde as the hair on her head. Still that perfect ass, god, I wanted to jump her, throw her down on the bed and fuck every hole she had. Unlike our wedding night, I knew that Stephanie would be coming to me right after Lara left, and she would take care of my morning wood.