He breathed in a lungful of cool night air. Today was another clear night with incredibly brilliant sky flirting with the Pacific. A whiff of perfume drifted in the air. he turned to meet her. She had bathed, changed her dress, and was more composed now. It struck Jack how she was always neat and clean in spite of….
Category: Erotica
The shit that happens at a Starbucks
I’m very selective about my gaze, I don’t look at things I don’t like looking at. Your studious stare made my body twitch: Boom, zip, gone, but I felt it. I let you undress me with your eyes longer, you see, I did somewhere around twenty push ups before my morning trip to Starbucks. Sometimes, unsolicited attention feels good.
I move, you copy. It’s not rude if I like it. I stare at you back, deeply. You can’t hold it because society tells you it’s rude — so you look away. Only to gracefully lift your head and meet my eyes. Fierce, strong, I could tell it’s just a shell though. I move, you copy… again.
The conversation of the eyes end. You go back to drinking your skinny vanilla latte and I focus on my paper. Nature calls due to the intake of fluids. I move, you follow this time. We stand in line for one of the bathrooms to open up, just us two waiting. As a gentleman, I let you go first.
Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance.
“Did he fall for that?” Ginny barged in.
Tossing her school bag aside, she plopped on her bed and hungrily eyed my finger tracing my flower. We had discussed my falling grades. She had not approved of my solution of seducing the teacher. She was growing proprietary with my body.
“He slipped right inside,” I said, turning towards her.
“H… How was it?” She colored a bit. “Did you bleed?” Unconsciously, she bent forward to study my flower, as if reading it she’ll know how much fun it had last night.
I moved closer to her till her face was barely an inch away from it. She inhaled deeply. Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance. The aroma was heady for her.
“There’s no change,” she whispered. She should know, she had stared at it longer than I have. Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she colored and drew back a little.
“He kept my virginity intact,” I said.
“H… How…” Looking up at me, she stammered. “Didn’t he…” She trailed off, blushing prettily.
Tell Me What You Need.
Tell me what you need.
She asks. She begs. She pleads, “Tell me, Tell me, how to please you.”
She hovers above me. Kissing, Probing, Demanding, My pleasure.
She wants my cum. She wants my secrets. She wants my shame.
She wants her power. She deserves it, but she has to earn it.
I want her beauty. I want her desire. I want her dreams.
I want to take everything she has ever been
into a puddle in my mouth but she has to give it.
Help writing my first erotic story!
Hi everyone,
I’m very excited to be writing my first erotic story. It’s already like 4000 words. It’s about me (27, FTM trans guy, pansexual) meeting my celebrity icon, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. He is openly pansexual, although he is married to a cis woman. He’s a big inspiration for the LGBTQ community for his song “Girls/Girls/Boys” which is about bisexuality. He gives fans a lot of material to work with for our fantasies. Regularly going toppless or in his boxers onstage, kissing his male band members on stage, the Girls/Girls/Boys video, periscoping while getting dressed etc. My story is titled “Girls/Girls/Bois”, referencing how some transmasculine folks refer to themselves as “bois”.
I’ve written most of the scenes leading up to the sexy part, except the balcony scene that gets into foreplay. I want to get some feedback on my writing, particularly on physical descriptions and my character’s visualizations of imaginary scenes. I want to make sure that I’ve set the scene well so that the reader gets a feel for the romantic ambiance of my settings, especially the bar where I proposition him and my hotel suite. I would especially like to hear form other queer writers. I don’t want to write my post here because I’m concerned people might copy it. If you want to help I can message you a PDF.
Blackmail – pt.3 [MF]
She heard steps entering the room. She remained still. Naked. Exposed. Her breathing faster than before. *It has to be him*. Finally after so many weeks of games they were in the same room. He didn’t close the door yet. It was not important. He stood closer and touched her hair. She whimpered. She kept quiet. He touched her nipples and she tried to be silent. He whispered in her ear. “So here we are”. His warm breath brushing her neck slowly. Another woman entered the room, but she didn’t noticed. He closed the door and walked back to her, kissed her cheek. She could barely stand.
“I was thinking about that night after you bought your toys…did you bring them?” She did. They were inside a bag on the bed, he took them out. The other woman remained unnoticed, her legs a little spread on the chair. Smiling and waiting for her turn to speak. He continued, “that night you did everything as I told you, I guided you and you enjoyed it, probably you never had an orgasm as strong as that one”. It was true. *I loved every second of it*. Such shame afterwards.
The Start of Learning Something New [part 2] [MF] [BDSM]
He walks back over to her after spending some time in the drawer. He lays a handful of things above her head, Natalie tries to look up but he stops her head and places a finger in her mouth and pulls it back down. “No, not yet.” He takes her hands in his and places them above her head, then slowly makes his way down her body, a finger trailing down her skin. His finger slowing as it reaches her nipple and gives it a pinch. Natalie’s back arches as he applies pressure. Then his hand trails down the rest of her body, getting to her waist he moves his finger away from her wet pussy and down to her thigh moving down to each ankle. Taking a grasp on each spreading her legs slightly he pulls hard and quick to where her entire body moves down the bed and her knees bend under the beds edge.
Help me dominate my slut wife
[MF4F] my slut wife has been going behind my back, sexting random people. I need a kinky female to help me plan a “romantic getaway” to surprise her with, only to force her to be our fuck toy. Pm me what you would do to help me punish this little slut.
First Post Here! A Porn Slut’s [MFM] [420] [FPOV] Fantasy…For Now…
I sit on the couch between them, stoned and surrounded by smoke. I am so aware of his knee next to mine and the pressure of the touch when he presses forward to grab the blunt from My boyfriend on my left, our legs pressed, My toes locked around his ankles. it is in these brief moments when I feel both of their knees pressed against mine that a surge flows from My throat to My tiny clit, leaving Me breathless.
His fingers on my hand bring Me back on the couch and out of the gutter, and I realize I can barely look him in the eye. This isn’t unusual. After a couple of good blunts with a couple of really cute boys, I get so aware of My body, and it doesn’t take long for Me to be on the edge of orgasm, literally forcing myself not to cum from feeling the fantasies that play out in My filthy mind.
I tentatively look up at him as I reach for the stuffed smoking tobacco leaf. He’s smirking with a little smoke sneaking out his nose and I become very aware of how wet My panties are and remember the suggestive messages I sent Just over a week ago
The perfect time to make love [MF]
One advantage of growing up in a town is getting to know all the good hiding spots. When your friend swipes a few of his uncle’s cigarettes, where do you go to try them? If Jenny says you can touch hers if she can touch yours you need a private place and when you need to dodge Mike the cop you need a safe place.
The town clock tower was very private and very safe, and pretty cool, too, at least to my friends and I. An iron gate served as a door and the sign attached to it said *Danger* in big red letters and *Keep Out* in smaller black ones. My friends and I had ignored the sign for years and, boys being boys, had actually spent hours searching for the danger. We concluded the signs were just there to frighten kids like us away. We weren’t kids anymore, but we remembered our hideout and the good times we had there.