By J.K. Jones
Category: Erotica
The beginning of an affair.
I want to start by giving you a full body massage, I will be using hot oils. I start with your fingers and hands. massaging and rubbing in the oil, which makes your skin skin feel warm but cool at the same time. I move slowly up your arms using long, slow, firm strokes. I move on to your shoulders massaging and squeezing. Then to your neck a light touch is called for here. sometimes just a whisper of a touch your not even sure it happend, except for the tingling when I cross the back of your neck. I slowly work my way down your beautiful body your back loosens. My hands exploring, touching, sliding down your sides just a touch on the sides of your perfect breasts. As my hands move down your ribs you shiver slightly. I slowly work my way to your lower back, I can feel you relaxing. I firmly stroke your hips moving around the luscious rise between your lower back and the beginning of your thighs. My journey now moves to your legs, where I firmly stroke and rub not missing a millimeter of skin. I slowly make my way to your feet, I massage the soreness of the day into nothing more than a memory. I start my journey back up the inside of your legs, massaging the back and inner sides. As I move higher you spread your legs for me. I can see the moisture forming on your lips. Once I have reached the point where your splendid legs meet I move my way to your the luscious orbsof your backside. Massaging and squeezing those cheeks. Running my fingers between them, from top to just short of your now wet lips, then out and around again. Now it’s time for you to turn over. My hands find your face and stroke your cheeks and gently, lightly run just the tips of my fingers along your jawline and down onto your neck. I massage your neck and throat,moving slowly around then down to your collar bone. I am all the while marveling at the beauty of your body. My hands make their way to your chest I wrap my hands around your sides and rub downward past the swell of your perfect breasts I am powerless to stop them as they move to your breasts and knead the supple flesh. My fingers find the protrusions topping them, and lightly pinch each one until they are standing proud of their perfect mounds. Then without my control they pinch harder until a slight moan escapes your lips. I force my hands to continue the journey southward massaging and rubbing your sides and upwards to your tummy. These hands I am battling for control of make their way down to your hips up onto your pelvis. I am so excited by this time I am actually in pain. my hands my tounge and other parts of my body want to stop this agonizing pace and just ravage you. I maintain control and continue slowly massaging down one leg to your food and toes making sure to leave no muscle or tendon ignored. I work back up your leg over your mound purposely avoiding your wet lips. I slowly work my way down your other leg repeating the treatment shown to your other leg, as I work my way back up your leg you spread them open I have a perfect view of you lips and the wetness leaking from them. I again avoid touching that area but as my hands draw near I can feel the heat radiating outwards. Once I have caressed every millimeter of your body save one area in particular, your breathing has changed you seem a bit anxious. I gently take first one knee then the other and lift them until you feet sit flat and you are open to me.
I move between your legs and breath hot breath onto your lips, then slowly push my tongue between them and slide it upward until I reach the hard little nub at the top, which I circle gently and slide my tongue down those lips again. I repeat this a few times until your hips are rising up pushing yourself into my face. I slowly insert first one then two fingers inside you, as my lips suck your hard nub into my mouth, I firmly suck it while I increase speed of my fingers inside you. I am sucking and flicking my tongue across your now very hard button as my fingers stroke furiously into you. Your hips are bucking into my face and a gusher of juices run from you. I slow momentarily, then increase speed and intensity again until a second wave of pleasure courses through your body. As I move away you look as if you are exhausted but you smile that pretty smile I move to your face and we kiss.
Does anyone want to know what happens next?
Brother/Sister fun while no one is home. [M/F] [INCEST]
‘fuck’ i said to myself, you weren’t due home for another couple hours. Im stood behind the kitchen counter, butt naked. Im tall, about 5’8 medium length hair than wafted over my forehead, highlighting the blue in my eyes that hid behind my rounded glasses. I was topless, my abs just starting to show through. You had seen me like this before. It was normal for my sister to see me like that, i mean…. We live in the same house. You however…. You were just home from the gym. You had done just enough exercise for you to sweat, your top in your hands as you walked through the room with only your tight yoga pants and your sports bra on. You had a huge visable camel toe that made all 10″ of me as solid as a rock. Your boobs bounced as you walked. I had no where to go and no where to look.
You caught me looking at your huge tits as you approached the counter. You were still completely un aware of the lack of clothes on me, but fully aware that i was staring at your impeccable figure. All you did was wink at me as you sat down. Making sure the conter you leant on gave u massive amounts of cleavage.
Advent Kinkendar: December 11th [Ffm+]
Some of yesterday’s experiences were clearly intended as little preparations for today. Miss is having a great time toying with us both, and at night we can hear her climaxes. She has never explicitly told me I’m not to play with myself at night; but it just doesn’t seem right if I was to do it, plus the boy is just over there. But last night I was just so tempted and aching.
As a result I was so glad to wake this morning with an orgasm, and the boy was allowed one as well. Miss scooped up his cum into our mouths and had us make out messily with it. Snowballing I think she called it; appropriate for the time of year, and looking like the only snow we’re going to see here.
Our boxes were waiting on the breakfast table, but Miss waited until after breakfast before letting us open them. Inside mine I found a new plug with a long, fiery red tail attached to it, and a headband with a pair of matching ears. The boy’s contained a shorter, stiffer tail, ears, and a snout muzzle. Underneath the gifts were identical notes:
An Encounter
*That* night still felt like a dream to him. Two weeks later and he could still feel her. He could feel her breath on his neck, her soft skin and supple curves, her tight grasp on his swollen cock. He never had an encounter like that. Two weeks passed and he was still thinking of her when he masturbated. She had consumed his desires, and now all he could do was think of her. Think of *that night.*
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He was young, single, and very mobile. He had a thick mop of dirty blonde hair which he kept neat and combed back. He was tall and lean, a result of many winters on his collegiate wrestling team. His chest sported a thick bush of hair which was black over his slightly tanned skin. College brought a course auburn beard to his face. His right arm was slowly being covered with tattoos. He often traveled for his work, and often fantasized of hooking up on the fly with a stranger. He had a girlfriend or two in college, with whom he had solid relationships and great sex with, but non the less were lacking. What he really needed, what he had fantasized about the longest, was an older woman. A woman with experience who knew what they wanted and took it when they saw it. A woman that we see through his façade and understand what to do with his fantasies. He had come close with an old professor, but out of mutual respect and professionalism it never went further than a few risky text messages. A mere sampling in the face of his unrelenting desire.
Sexcapades: Andrea’s Exam [Erotica][Lesbian][Doctor Sex][Mature][Cougar]
Andrea tapped her fingers on the paper sprawled across the doctor’s table she sat on. She wasn’t exactly sure why she had been called back into the doctor’s office. She came here for her monthly checkup last week. Usually, she received a phone call the next week telling her results, but this time she was told to come in for a second appointment. She was kind of nervous. She never had an STD before and most of her sexual experiences were done with condoms. However, in certain cases the moment gets the better of her and a bare cock explodes inside her. It was a part of life- or rather her life. She was on the pill and regularly took pregnancy tests, so she knew that wasn’t the issue, either.
Just to be cautious, she wore black top with no bra and a loose short skirt with no underwear in case there was another physical exam. Andrea hated changing into the paper hospital gowns just for five minutes. Besides, she liked all the boys staring at her breasts coming into her exam and it added some excitement during the exam. She could feel her round breasts bounce with every step when she walked and cool air blowing up skirt as it floated behind her made her clench her butt cheeks together from time to time.
Scarlett Johansson the Slut of Cinema [MF]
Giving bad news is never fun. I only want people to be happy but in my department that’s pretty rare. When I was younger I never thought that I’d be a casting director, but that’s the way life goes. My job is to tell people that they didn’t get the role that they auditioned for. Every once in a while I get to tell someone that they got the role, but unfortunately that’s incredibly rare. When a man doesn’t get the job they usually get very angry, and when a woman doesn’t get the job they cry. Obviously that’s not always the case but it happens very often, and today was no different. After going through forty auditions I had to tell each of them individually that they didn’t get the role in the film they all auditioned for. There were tears and screams as usual until the last one came in.
She walked in with elegance and pride emanating from her. Each step was taken with confidence as well as a dash of superiority. Red hair gracefully enhanced her sex appeal, and her body could easily be one of a model. She had the tits of a pornstar and an ass that definitely caught the eyes of adolescent males. She sat down in front of me and I somehow hadn’t realized that it was Scarlett Johansson. The realization nearly made me jump.
Mr. Hyde takes more control
For the next several months anytime I went over my buddies house we would pop in a porn at night. He had amassed quite a collection of videos in his parents basement. This slowly led me to want to see more, do more. This was an obsession of mine, this is all I can think about. Mr. Hyde was getting more intertwine with me.
One day while in the bathroom I noticed a hole in the wall where a towel hook had been, right across from the toilet. I realized then that my bedroom was right on the other side of this bathroom wall. So I found a pencil in my room stuck it to the hole in the bathroom and pop the hole in my wall in my bedroom. When I went to my bedroom to take a look it was the perfect view to see right at the toilet.
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 13 Lead Singer Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO)
Clarissa face going from embraced to panic, “What time is it?” “Why you got a hotter date then your wild fantasy.. it’s (looking at the wall clock) only sex to ten, (her hand dipping down as her eyes closed) I still have hav.. ti.. Ooooh..” Pixel’s coffee mug clattered to the countertop, her moaning was intermittent.
Grabbing the nearest bottoms Clarissa could see and the white top from the bed post, she shimmied into the clothes before grabbing her backpack. “Let’s see Mr. Goth is supposed to be in art class” Clarissa was digging for the recorder missing any sign that might get her closer to him.
“Good morning class, today you will be painting a naked model” waving at the newest person in the room. “Found it and it’s on..” Clarissa was talking to her self not even paying attention to the Professor. “Are you done yet young lady, would you like to join us for what you where hired for” look Clarissa up and down and imagining that is one hot slut to be dressed in her panties and a tied off tee-shirt that just barely covered her nipples. “Very well the floor is yours, strip and be marry” with that he said his piece and retreated from the art room. The class was waiting for her to “strip”, “Umm, Professor strip in.. (see one of the wanted adds) one young girl who would like to be.. naked!” Turning back to the class with terror in her eyes, “If I want to get the (swallowing hard) story I must do it..” even in her fleeting thoughts she never thought she would be a nude model for a class. Once again turning around with her back to the class. Gripping the sides of the borrowed shirt and pulling the white see through guys undershirt off her slender frame. Feeling her tits screaming for freedom from the confines of the white prison, the heavy thud of each breast that ended in a jiggly happy dance. “Everything is ok.. cum on you can do this” Clarissa was giving her self another pep talk. “Ok (hooking either side of the panties) one, two (just like ripping off a Band-Aid, quick and to..)..” seeing two lesbians she recognized from Journalism 1+1. The thigh gap was over rated in Clarissa’s home town now she could see why. “Please, don’t let me cum. Please please please” saying her silent pray to which ever goddess’s was listening. Hearing brushes slapping on the paint, charcoal as it scrapped it’s dark huge across the canvas, the awes cuming from a the charcoal artist. Feeling the womanly grasp of a hand on her ass, closing her eyes as a light moan escapes her lips. “Ooo Ooooh.. What are you doing you love cock!” Clarissa’s moan turned inwardly once again looking for a way out. “Okay now that I have control I can.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” Clarissa’s mouth just betrayed her as her thoughts turned reality into a new side of Clarissa’s sexual high. “What’s that smell (taking a deep whiff) it smells like (one more deep whiff) cum?” The question was written all over her face. “If I can smell this it means that somebody else can smell it too (changing positions as the smell became intoxicating) I just wonder who is the cum whore (her legs where already slick with cum)” Clarissa thoughts where becuming a blur of raw emotions. With each pose her defenses started to break down, with the little chance of salvation should she try to shake the feeling of helplessness or “No.. it can’t happen! Bad kitty, you are so bad.. Ooo yes Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss..” Clarissa insides went numb as her body quaked from the orgasm. This new pose was one of desperation, bent over a desk with her ass pressed against a hard cock, legs spread with a lesbians mouth licking, sucking, munching on her pussy and all Clarissa could do is cum hard. “Very good Mr. Goth.. you my go” the Professor dismissed Clarissa’s one chance for her interview. “Wait before feeling sad I must.. Ooooh fuckkk (hips started to buckle the deeper the lesbians tongue got) yesss yesssssssss.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” gripping the desk as the cock she was pressed against started to pump her swollen pussy.
True Love
(This is my first. Written as part of processing some childhood trauma, emotional neglect, and desire for a nurturing relationship. Feedback welcome).
I slammed the door violently behind me, threw my bag down, and headed for the stairs. How? How could this have happened, after two years? How could — my thoughts were interrupted by Mom, who was using her slightly amused, slightly miffed tone.
“What’s with the attitude, first thing in the door?”
I paused to think. What could I tell her? If I was really being honest with myself, I knew that Sarah and I had broken up because of my own insecurities. We’d been dating since our Senior year of high school. Two full years. I was in love with this girl…she was my reason for getting up in the morning. The feelings in my heart were matched only by the feelings in my body. Our relationship had progressed from simply making out, to letting our hands wander over each other’s bodies. It was just… hot. The anticipation. The feel of her tits separated by a thin piece of fabric. That warm, moist feeling, whenever my hands would rest on her jeans over her pussy. That last was my favorite part.