Category: Erotica

Under His Nose

My name is Jenny and this is the story of how I cheated on my boyfriend. Never in my life have I cheated on any boyfriend, I don’t see the need. If I want another, I’ll break up, then pursue. However, on this night I lost my willpower and cheated on the man I’ve loved more than anyone else. All my past loves seemed like puppy love compared to Trey and it breaks my heart that I did this to him.

I’m a 5 foot 6, twenty-two year old woman with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. I weigh 125lbs and my bra size is 34b. I’m a sexual woman, to say the least. I like taking risks, I like public affection and I like experimentation in all forms including sex. I’ll try anything once. Here is a pic of me.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Eo3bZQl8l2pnbOfEijY_uI5_l6L5cx3B/view?usp=sharing

Trey is twenty-five years old with gorgeous long blonde hair, normally tied up in a messy manner. He has a thick unkempt beard that I love. He’s an artist whose main skill in painting and up to this point he’s finished and sold two paintings of me. He’s so good that he makes enough money from it to not have a job but he’s still a struggling artist, living paycheck to paycheck. Read more »

Rain and Red Silk (True Story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

It was supposed to rain tomorrow. Now it’s not supposed to rain tomorrow. The heat wave goes on, apparently.

Still, the original forecast put me in mind of a rainy Sunday afternoon, just a few years ago.

Let’s get the beginning and the end out of the way first, shall we, and focus on the middle.

We met on Craigslist, in May 2017, when I was 54 and she 28. It ended when she, though polyamorous at heart, decided to focus on her core relationship for a while. I met him once, after she and I had shared that Sunday. Of course, he knew. There was no awkwardness in the meeting. I like him, and I don’t begrudge their exclusivity one bit.

Prequel to the rainy Sunday: The Thursday night before, we met at a bar in my neighborhood for wine. We went for a walk; we kissed in a pool of darkness between streetlights; my fingers stroked their way through soft hair between her thighs and made her knees buckle in a passageway near the bar.

(It wasn’t the bar from the first post, nor the same passageway. Secluded spots in my home area are my specialty.) Read more »

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Help!

I’m not sure if this would be the right place to ask this in, but let’s try! I’m looking for just audio of someone describing how much they want me, how to touch myself, and when to stop. There’s whole stories to it sometimes, where they just describe what they’re doing. Some have accents, or throw in another language. Back in the day I used to listen to something called soundgasm, but I can’t really find anything there anymore.

Does anyone know where I should go?

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Lovers Vacation

Two lovers Jen and Brandon arrive at their hotel room on the first day of their vacation to celebrate, their six month anniversary. A beautiful private beach included. Brandon gets a naughty idea. He leads his lover out onto the warm white sand. The sand between their toes as they kiss each other with such passion. Their lips fit together perfectly. His lips meet the neck of his lover. Her ultimate weak spot. She moans ever so softly as her lover gently bites the soft skin of her neck. He eventually pulls away leaving a faint hickey. A gaze of love and lust are shared between the two just before the clothes come off. They worry briefly about being caught but they keep going regardless. The naked pair lay down on the sand. Jen on top of Brandon both of them craving each other. Jen just can’t wait any longer she needs her lover deep inside her filling her dripping pussy. The second Brandon enters her they both groan. Brandon is s lucky to have her, she’s so beautiful, so sexy, and so fucking tight. Each time she goes up and down her breast bounce every so beautifully. Her pink nipples ever so hard. They both moan in pleasure as they get closer to cumming. Next thing they know the two lover cum moaning each other name. Jen laying on top of Brandon. Little did the two lovers know you were watching them the entire time from behind a bunch of rocks. They were to much in love to notice you though. Oh well, at least you got a free show.

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Dominant Bull rewards hotwife and the cuck

It was late on a warm summer evening, the last rays of the setting sun making orange shapes on the bedroom wall.

“You’ve been a very good girl this month” the Bull said, “you’ve done your gym, addressed me correctly all the time, and always asked permission to do the things I control. Good girl.”

Marina was kneeling before him dressed only in her panties. She said “Thank you Sir” as he stroked her hair. He was wearing black boxers and a tight black t-shirt, showing his muscular arms and back.

“I have a special reward for you.” he said, and clicked his fingers twice. The husband, who had been waiting outside the door, entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him, then waited for his instructions. He was naked, wearing his chastity belt.

“My little fuck toy has been a very good girl so she’s getting a reward” the Bull said to the husband, even though he knew that the husband had been listening intently behind the door.

“Take his chastity belt off.” the Bull said to Marina. She looked a bit confused – doing anything with her husband’s cock wasn’t a reward for her – but she did as she was told. Read more »

Looking for a fantasy or Sci-Fi novel with a good story and a D/S relationship

Hey,so I’ve finished Kushiel’s trilogy and I was really intigued by the mixture of good storytelling and erotic components. However the main character often sees her masochism as a burden and pursues a more or less vanilla relationship.

I was wondering if there is a novel with good storytelling where the main protagonist is in a loving D/S relationship.

Playing Away (Fantasy short story)

Her taste was unfamiliar, a deeper note that filled my mouth and nose. My tongue traced the strange, soft lines of her lips. And as it found the ripe swelling of her clit, I became almost delirious with thirst for her. Her dampness soaked my lips and I drank deeply, satiated only when her shudders and moans had climaxed and subsided into ecstatic stillness.

We’d met a few hours earlier at the conference. She’d seen the talk and disagrees. We fenced – sharp, but with a playful tone that spilled into flirtation. The twinkle in the eye, the lingering gaze, the sense of tension and energy…sometimes you know, or at least suspect.

She was a little older, willowy in the form fitting black dress that she wore effortlessly. Professional, almost conservative, but without disguising the curves of her breasts or the small, firm peach of her ass. I can still see it, oiled and slick with sweat, as she dozed, spent, on my hotel bed.

She was the one who suggested the drink. Knew a quiet place round the corner – good for a real talk. We had a snug booth – squeezed close together – and a whiskey each. Talked ideas, politics and families. She had a husband and kid, loved them both to bits. But she was hungry. And so was I. Read more »

Merge/Exit (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

I spent a good part of my pre-work morning with some leisurely reading over coffee — in this case, reading on the meanings that words carry. That, in turn, led to a bit of thinking about how to characterize the dynamic of this particular confession — in particular, the distinction between “intersection” and “convergence.”

“Intersection,” to me, is more a single moment. Streets intersect, lives intersect, and the journeys continue from there. Given that streets and lives can take meandering routes, intersections might happen at different points in place and time, but each of those moments stands on its own.

“Convergence,” to borrow the traffic metaphor, happens when two lives find themselves on the same road for a while. They might enter it at different points, but at some point, they wind up sharing a direction, if not a destination. Then the routes and lives diverge — which, again, might happen repeatedly.

We intersected for the first time, she and I, at her senior art show — senior as in high school. I was struck by how clearly she’d identified a theme and executed it visually, and because we were both involved in the local arts scene, she and I — and her twin sister, also an artist — connected on Facebook. Read more »

Man of the House Pt 3

I could hear Joy calling out if anyone was home. After awhile she runs up the stairs and into her room. The next morning I head down in just a pair of boxers. Liz is usually the first one up and I’m ready to do a little more teasing. My cock is already semi hard from imagining what she must be wearing. She never wears a bra when she’s home and with the AC running full blast every night her nipples are always rock hard in the morning. I hear noises in the kitchen and head over. I walk in and stop dead in my tracks. She is standing at the sink in a pair of black lace thongs and one of those T-shirts that stop right below the boobs. Only on her it stops halfway up with major under boob happening. Actually it’s more than under boob because I can see the bottom half of her big, round areolas. She turns and smiles at me before her eyes immediately drop straight to my hard on. I could see the look on her face, it was the same as when I saw her big titties for the first time. We both stand there for a minute just staring at each other. She starts walking toward me and then we hear foot steps on the stairs. Read more »