Category: Erotica

Mr. Jones was a fair teacher, at least as far as Trig goes. His tests were rehashed homework questions, which were rehashed classroom assignments. His face looked like a rehashed school boy, with a fledgling beard trying to hide how fresh out of college he was. Being his last class he was always tired, but he did try.

The material wasn’t rocket science. I did my work, spoke up in class, which is why I looked at him with waterlogged eyes when he handed my test back.

Perfect.

Such a terrible score, and for most kids this would be a terrible end to a long school day. Being in the back of the room gave me plenty of time to rehearse my reaction, to give my performance the dread the role required.

It’s not that I couldn’t learn the material, or hated math. Or him. Quite the opposite; I knew the material backwards and forwards. The way he stuttered when answering a question he didn’t have an answer for was adorable. The way his eyes lingered on a low hanging pendant before looking up abashed even more so.

I wore a lot of necklaces. Read more »

Our conversation is tense, i watch you in the shower feeling my body start to ache for your touch. As you get out of the shower you stare at me, long and hard. The tension between us is obvious, fueled by anger and lust. I stare at you as I stand against the door, you step towards me and my hands rub your face, traveling down your back. You gruffly say., “i want to fucking kiss you right now” I reply, “i want that too” You pull back frustration visible on your face. My hands continue to travel your body, my pussy pulsating with desire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t think mu pussy has ever been wetter. My hands travel to your ass, grabbing you and pulling you closer. I slip my hands under your towel and grab your cock. You moan and say “fuck”. You push me against the door, grab my throat and slam your fingers inside my soaking wet pussy. You aren’t gentle and it turns me on more. I tell you to grab my throat more. Your fingers travel up from my creamy pussy to my throbning clit and you begin to flick and rub it until i cant take it anymore. I beg you to put a finger in my asshole. You roughly turn me around, still holding my throat and slide fingers into my tight asshole as in begin to rub my clit. My pussy is soaking wet. You order me to cum, and i happily oblige. The shudders flowing through me, pussy dripping with my cum. You grab your cock and begin to stroke it as i fall on my knees and run my tongue eagerly along your rock hard shaft. I ask you to cum in my mouth and you order me to stand up, reach for my panties and shoot your load in them. Your warm cum mixes with my pussy juices. You tell me to wear them all day. And i do. All day long i can feel your cum against my pussy and it makes me throb, leaving me with wet panties all day long .

He woke up from sleep and checked the time. It was 08:30 am and he definitely had to get rid of the majestic morning wood. He was running late for work. He signalled to her while he went on to brush his teeth. As he was applying the paste on the brush, she came and sat on her knees and took his wood in between her luscious lips. He fucked her mouth lazily while brushing his teeth. It was so amazing to wake up to that mouth over his dick. He said “Suck” and she started sucking the dick crazily. She deep throated him several times, all the while choking and spitting all over the dick. He bent a bit and cupped her enormous tits. She licked his balls and again started sucking on his dick like it was a popsicle. He was getting late. He grabbed all of her long black luscious hair in a pony tail and fucked her mouth, dumping his load in her small mouth. He said ,” That should be enough breakfast for you”. She smiled and looked up at him while cleaning his cock. Read more »

When you have sex and the guy is really fucking you good to the point that you tell him “Just keep fucking me”, so he does. When the time comes that he climaxes, he doesnt tell you anything, doesnt slow down, doesnt miss a beat, just climaxes in stride without pulling out and keeps fucking you?

What would you do, ladies, if you came home from a worktrip a day early, and found a pair of panties that definitely weren’t yours in the laundry. What would you think? What would you do? That’s exactly [what happened](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/10/not-my-yellow-panties/).