Thankful

I start to stir, feeling your tongue, teeth and lips gently and slowly making their way down my exposed neck. The feeling of your overnight stubble lightly tickling as you go.

Involuntarily I push myself back into you, the feeling of our two warm naked bodies meeting causing a low groan from me. As I do you firmly grab and pull me tight against you, your hardness letting me know exactly how you want to wake me today.

Your hand moves up to cup my breast, you thumb and pointer finger massaging, squeezing and meeting tight on my nipple, which you then tug and stretch. You move your hand across to repeat on my other breast as I start to lightly grind back, meeting you as you firmly thrust yourself against me.

I resist opening my eyes and completely waking, savoring this glorious sensation, your skin on mine as I feel a warmth start to build between my thighs. You stroke your hand lightly down my belly, over my mound, one finger expertly opening my lips and rolling in my juices, over and around my clit, before bringing it up and slipping it into my mouth for me to taste.

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Nifty story archive

Hey folks, just wanted to let you know of a great story archive I found a few years ago.

www.Nifty.org

Thousands of stories from the romantic to the depraved.

It’s predominantly a LGBT archive but there are are plenty of straight stories in the bisexual catalogue.

Enjoy.

I [F] squirted into my panties at the office

I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.

It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.

You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs.

Winter is Ending [M/F][NSFW][Fanfic] – No Spoilers

I wrote this for my Game of Thrones x Harry Potter Fanfic – NO SPOILERS. Not sure it counts as Erotica as I avoided getting too detailed (graphic), but not sure where else to put this to get some input.

I never wrote a detailed sex scene before, so basically just wanted opinions. Does this sound good?

**Winter is Ending**

Anna fiercely kissed him. Severus could feel his heart pounding against his chest as they moved towards the bed. He sat down and their lips parted for a moment. Anna seductively let her hair down and straddled his lap. Severus had never been more aroused.

Anna’s heart raced as she began to unbutton his black jacket.

“Are you sure?” Severus asked as he remembered their first attempt. As much as he wanted her, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Yes,” Anna replied as she removed his jacket. Her body felt like it was on fire and she wanted him, more than anything or anyone. Her hands moved to the buttons on his white shirt and Severus lost all will to argue with her. He fiercely kissed her as she finished removing his shirt. His hands had found their way to the back of her gown and he began to unlace it.

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Embarrassed Naked Volleyball Girl – Part 1 [ENF] [Public Nudity]

Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.

Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.

Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.

Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.

Across The Hall part 6

Chapter 6

John walked into the club in a daze. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, arms looped like best friends sometimes do, and they were laughing.

Strawberries still lingered on his lips as a constant reminder of his recent transgressions. To make matter’s worse, like a movie scene on a constant loop, he kept remembering Sarah sucking on his tongue hungrily as his wife deepthroated him–long after the charade was suppose to have been over.

After cumming, Katie had crawled back up into the booth and the two women started talking about the douchebag of a guy Eric was… as if nothing unusual had just happened. And, as if there had been some untold permission given, Sarah kept her hand on his thigh and playfully squeezed it throughout the dinner conversation. The wine was killed in short order, the glasses shared, and the food was devoured quickly.

Before John knew it, he was standing just at the edge of a dance floor where bodies grinded against themselves like one massive orgy–minus the nude part.

“I need a drink,” Sarah yelled over the loud music. “First round is on me!”

Long Distance Brought Together

Charlie and Jules had been talking for months but never had the chance to meet in person. The day had finally come though when she would get to meet the man she’d loved talking to for months to see if he was really who she thought he was. She was greeted at the airport by Charlie dressed in a full suit waiting for her. He took her all over town, to the best restaurant he could afford, she refused his constant offers to take her shopping because she hates shopping, which he already knew.

After a full day of walking, talking, eating, and sight seeing, they decided to go back to Charlie’s apartment.
“I… I really liked today. I liked being with you.” Charlie said.
“I had a liked it too… I’m so glad I get to finally be here. I know we had talked about it, but I just can’t believe it’s really happening now.” She said.
He slowly walks closer to her. “I know it’s been hard being so far away, but it’s ok now, we don’t have to worry anymore.” He says as he brushes her cheek with the back of his hand slowly.
She puts her hands on his chest as he pulls her closer and wraps his arms around her waist. She tugs on his tie gently to pull him down and kisses him hard. She bites his lip gently and pulls him by his tie to the bed and pulls him on top of her.

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More Quality Bonding Between Dr. Callum & Stepdaughter [nsfw] [oral on female] [barely legal] [PI]

“These damn locks are always so difficult,” I cursed, wiggling the key aggressively. When the door finally came open, I immediately felt relief from the urgency to get to the next destination that always plagues me when I travel. “Put your bag on whichever bed you want.” I told Grace.

“Oooh, bunk beds!” Grace threw her stuff down onto a random bed, despite her excitement to see that there were bunks available. She knew that we would be sharing a bed anyway, so she didn’t bother picking out a favorite. Instead, she was more interested in seeing the showers.

“Hey, daddy. This isn’t so bad,” she called out, flicking the water on and off.

“Yeah…no, they aren’t bad at all,” I answered. I started placing my essential kit out on the available desk.

“It is just like a hotel.” She said, as she stood in the bathroom doorway, holding plush towels in her hands and smiling. “I thought you said it gets rougher in the field.”

Distracted, I answered, “it will…sweetie. It will.”

Then Grace opened the pamphlet. “They have a cafeteria.. Daddy, this place is the Ritz.”

I Can’t Stop Thinking About You

It’s getting really hard. Since everything that’s been happening, we haven’t been able to really hang out much… I’m already starting to miss you and what’s even worse is that, we’re not really texting either. So it overall just feels weird yet for some reason I’m having these urges to pounce on you whenever I see you next. To wrap my arms around you for a hug and take all of you in, feeling every muscle, being so close to your neck, resting my head gently on your chest. I want you… all the time. And I try and not think about you, I really do try. And then just like that, you’re back in my head anyway and at night it’s become a real battle to not masturbate to the thought of you, your voice, what you’ve texted me a few days ago. It’s all becoming so much, I physically crave to you inside me. It scares me though, because we’ll talk about some things and then the next day you’re close to me and making me laugh, talking to me slowly through our workouts while we’re both moaning slightly. This feeling of needing to have an orgasm only by you is pure torture and puts my stomach in knots. I wish there was something I could do, and even though you make obvious hints at certain things, you are oblivious overall like you say you are. So, I don’t what it is. Maybe you’re just a bit on edge because of everything going on, maybe you feel something too and feel the need to distance yourself, hence maybe why we haven’t been texting, or you’re just very nonchalant and think nothing of it. I couldn’t imagine the last part, we talk about deep intimate things too much for it to be that.

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The Naked Hitchhiker

This is Izzy is a woman that loves two things: driving her nice car, and showing off her hot body. Today was a boring day of for Izzy and her house mate, Jill; so she decided combine her two loves together. Jill watched as Izzy dropped her pants. Naturally Jill was confused about this, she asked what her housemate was doing. Izzy explains that regular driving doesn’t excite her like it used to do, so she wondered how hot it would like to drive out clothes. “You’re crazy.” Jill says, telling Izzy how much of a bad idea this is. Izzy doesn’t listen, she stands in front of Jill whilst sliding out of her silky panties. “What if you get pulled over?” Jill added. But Izzy insisted that she wouldn’t get stopped by the cop; and even if she did, she believes that it won’t matter. Izzy was pretty with a hot, slender figure and a nice wrack with a firm ass; so she believes she could easily flirt her way out of getting a ticket if a cop sees her nearly nude body. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of trainers, Izzy strides out of the house. Her excitement builds as she walks down her drive way, as she gets in her car she discovers the satisfying feeling of the smooth leather seat against her soft skin and bare ass. Izzy drives away with a seat belt being the only thing covering her shaved crotch.