The restaurant door opens and you see me tumble through. Clumsy as always but at least I manage not to fall. I spot you from the door as the waiter takes my coat. The dress you had chosen the day before looked as you expected on me. Just enough cleavage to catch the eye, without being too obvious. I smile broadly as I walk towards you. I lean in to you as I kiss you the faint smell of roses present as always. Before I sit in the chair you’re holding for me I do a quick twirl “is it ok?” As the skirt swings around my legs you notice the lace of my stocking tops. I sit quickly and cross my legs making sure my skirt lies just on the edge of my stockings on your side so you can see and no-one else can. As your talking I place my hand on your arm, my fingers tracing gently over your skin on your wrist working slowly down over your hand. I wrap my tiny fingers in between yours squeezing tightly I move our hands off the table. As I uncross my legs I place your hand just above the lace top on the inside of my thigh. I place my legs firmly side by side trapping your hand between them.
You can feel the heat already from me as I lean into you to whisper “I’m not wearing anything above that” I feel your fingers squeezing my skin so I tighten my thighs forcing your fingers to relax.
I turn to look at you an evil smile crosses my lips as my teeth nip at my lower lip.
The waiter come to our table with the menus as your right hand is trapped between my legs you take it with your left hand. I keep you between my legs as he asks what we would like to drink. You know the answer to this so order for us both.
As he leaves I relax my thighs a little so you can release yourself. As you browse the menu I cross my legs so my foot is hooked around the back of your leg. I slowly turn my foot one way then the other against your calf. You look at me with your serious face but I just return a smile. The waiter returns for our order. As you tell him what we want I place my hand on your leg. My nails scratching over your trousers just enough that you can feel the sensation on your leg. As the waiter does his job my nails are covering the area of your inner thigh getting higher and higher. Just before I reach my goal you press your hand firmly on top of mine. The movement make the waiter look up from his notebook. I smile sweetly with my hand trapped just an inch from where it longs to be.
As the waiter starts to leave I excuse myself from the table. After a short time your phone vibrates in your pocket. You see the message is from me. It reads.
I want you so bad. I ache for you. I feel so empty I need to feel full of you.
As you look up from the phone I sit next to you. I hand you my lace handkerchief it’s warm and damp. You know as you bring it closer to you it smells of me and you know where it has been.
Category: Erotica
Secrets [Mf] [cheating] [D/s]
“Hey hon, there’s a package here,” Ron’s voice called up the stairs.
For a moment, Elle froze, every muscle fiber in her body locking in place as the panic set in. Then adrenaline overcame anxiety and she took flight, dashing down the stairs to the foyer, and snagging the box from His hands. He raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“What’s that all about?”
She smiled demurely, flicking the hem of her sundress in a twirl, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He chuckled, then gave Elle a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door to work. She looked down at the box in her hands, her name and address written in careful script, no return address to be found. Cradling the box as if it were something sacred, she slowly ascended the staircase, heading to the guest room at the far end of the hall. Peeking out the window to make sure Ron’s car was gone from the driveway, she sat on the bed, pulled out her phone, and sent a picture of it to a man she knew only as Sir.
The reply came swiftly, “Well, open it.”
House In the Hills Part 2 [sensual][group][mmff][dp]
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Part 1
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b1txri/house_in_the_hills_part_1_grouporal/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b1txri/house_in_the_hills_part_1_grouporal/)
Part 2
Slowly, John, Travis and Sam begin to pull away leaving space for the cool air to flow back in around your body. You become aware of the surroundings again, as the smell of fire, the sweat from excited bodies, the hint of you and Sam permeate the nostrils. The fire crackling and beat of music return to your ears. As Sam moves back, she lifts her white tee shirt over her head allowing her firm but supple breasts to fall out underneath. Her reddish blonde hair flows along her body and glows against the pale colored skin. You and John admire her stunning beauty, the curves that define her waist, breasts, shoulders and neck; embracing each other with a squeeze and soft audible groan. As she lies back on the soft cushions, she closes her legs together and removes her shorts exposing a cleanly waxed vulva outlined in white cream. You visualize now what you have been feeling and are pleased knowing you gave her most of that pleasure. She has goose bumps to match yours and the speed of your heart begins to increase again. You breathe deeply taking in the erotic sights around you while still recovering from your orgasm.
Can you help me track down a short sci-fi erotica?
Hi all,
Years ago I read an erotica short story and I’m trying desperately to track it down.
I think I found it on tumblr but it may have been here on reddit.
Plot: A woman is aboard an alien spacecraft traveling through space. The ship itself seems to be alive, and it morphs itself into different shapes and begins to penetrate her.
Sorry I don’t have more to go on. It’s a pretty short story but that concept of the alien being the ship stood out to me.
[NSFW][MF] The Cougar and the Cub
The oldest woman he’d ever laid with was a 50-year-old. Bi-centennial pussy. She’d taught him everything he knew about sex. From Tantric to sex positions to not cumming too fast from anxiety.
And then there was Ms. Yarboro…
…a college professor from the great state of California.
Sunshine, palm trees, bomb weed, and all that good shit.
Niccolo took real estate courses after graduating from ROTC and was smitten by Ms. Yarboro. Mainly because of her light brown eyes. She also took a liking to him, and sometimes flirted with the man who was 20 years her junior. That didn’t matter because he was still legal to play ball.
Ms. Yarboro would sometimes sneak glances at him. Smiling when they caught eye contact. Giggling every time he walked past. Flirting whenever he asked questions about one of the lessons.
Then she got personal one day after class.
“Niccolo, are you married? I’m asking for a friend.” Ms. Yarboro’s gaze told him that she’d asked for herself.
“I’m married to the game, Professor Yarboro.”
“A player, eh? And please, call me Denise.”
“Something like that…Denise. How’d you guess?”
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 20
Chap.19 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9u36f/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_19/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9u36f/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_19/)
Jono was feeling very confident coming in. The conference could not have gone better, and his career was doing very well. How the site reports looked over the next few weeks would tell the tale though. Knowing his property would be an integral part of it meant he had to be careful, but it also made him hard, especially as he turned into the drive and found her car in the empty garage slot.
Jono entered the condo, and placing some carry out on the kitchen table, he noted the sweet smell of Sherry’s perfume. It was esepcially nice. Tossing his keys on the counter as always, he walked into the den, to see this gorgeous woman sitting on the small sofa, exactly as instructed. She was even holding the house-key out for his inspection. It made him smile very broadly, and he nodded. “Very good little one, verrrrrrry good.” He said, as he took her by the hand and tugged her to her feet.
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 19
Chap.18 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9qsvc/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_18/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9qsvc/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_18/)
As before, Sherry’s days fell quickly to a routine. She would text a mirror pic of herself in her sleep wear, the also pics of her clothes. He had thoughtfully provided a set of baggy/loose satin PJ tops and shorts/bottoms that were very comfortable, if not a bit cool. Thank good ness for her fleece sheets & blankets. It was apparent that Jono mostly liked skirts that stopped at the knee…or a bit above. She was well aware of the firm’s clothing policy, but was not above flirting with it, either. All the same, she could not resist a snarky snicker when He had requested that she wear a few of the longer length skirts/dresses in his absence. Keeping care of her indeed.
Her car was going to require “Major Surgery” as it turned out, so He had graciously seen to it that she be allowed continual use the company car. The sunroof and leather seats were a nice perk, and she felt ‘held’ by Jono while driving it.
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 18
Chap.17 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9hl5w/repost_new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b9hl5w/repost_new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter/)
Jono had always tried to be the “Tough Dom-Type” being “Cruel to Be Kind” and taking pleasure on it, but had never quite managed it. He guessed it was really due to his now-deceased wife. She had started them down this road only after they were married, so caring deeply for her meant that he now always cared deeply for the person he was training, he really *did* care. Jono felt that her anus would come in time, and even Sherry acknowledged that she was in a different place mentally. A step at a time, he thought.
But those thoughts were pushed out his head as Sherry used her fist to pump his cock. Jono groaned in response. “Yes little on, ooooohhhh……” he trailed off into a groan. Gathering his faculties somewhat, Jono said, “OK now little one, As we did last time, I want you to run your lips along the side of my shaft, then up to the head. Do it.”
Sherry smiled at this. Reaching into her bag, she came out with the balm, and slathered a bit on Jono’s dick. It certainly made it taste better, and as she reached the head she remarked “Raspberry, my favorite.” Then took the head of Jono’s cock in her mouth.
The Dinner Date [BDSM, Group Sex]
You knew something was up the moment I told you I was taking you to dinner. You kept prodding me for details, but all I would tell you was to “dress nicely”, which did little to assuage the nervous energy flittering inside you. Instead of fretting over my plans for you, you directed that energy towards finishing your workday out with a bang.
You left the office, only slightly frustrated with Friday traffic, and with a smile creeping across your face. You couldn’t help but wonder what plans I had for you. You turned your radio up to drown out the thoughts of what sexual pleasures you might be in for tonight, and focus on your driving.
I knocked on your door only 8 minutes later than I had planned. I noticed you had already enjoyed a glass of wine, which meant you had been ready for some length of time. I smiled to myself at your eagerness for the unknown of the evening.
You questioned me repeatedly about what I had in store, but all I would tell you was “just relax. Trust me.” The latter you did easily, the former; not nearly as well. You couldn’t help your body’s reactions to my mysterious answers, and you told me that your panties were getting wet. I smiled mischievously.
The Way it Should Start [BDSM, Threesome, Anal, Watersports]
You and I are sitting in the hotel bar, enjoying a cocktail. It isn’t a crowded night, but we aren’t the only ones in the bar either. You are dressed rather conservatively, but still sexy, and you are practically dripping in nervous energy, as is evident when you pick up your drink, and spill a bit on the bar top.
Suddenly, she enters the bar, walks straight up to me and kisses me. A deep kiss. You can see her tongue probing mine, and instantly you get a bit jealous. She pulls away from me, to look at you. Assessing you, so to speak, and says “She will do. What room are we in?”
I give her the room info and we pay for our drinks, leaving a generous tip for the somewhat dazed bartender. We head to the elevators, and she meets us there with her suitcase. While you are still holding my hand, she kisses me again, but this time, never taking her eyes off you. When you meet her stare, she breaks away, grabs the back of your hair and whispers into your ear “You are OUR plaything tonight. You will do whatever WE want, and you will fucking like it. You may be his slut, but tonight, you are mine too. Understand?”