Category: Erotica

He picks me up at the train station with a single white rose in hand. The corners of my mouth reveal the crooked smile of mine that he adores, and his perfect smile replies. We embrace, and we kiss… hard. But as great as he looks in his black skinny jeans, I can’t wait to kiss his naked body until he gets goosebumps. His hands slide down my waist, and each finger spreads to grab my ass. Grasping each ass cheek tightly, he quickly pulls my body into his, and I inevitably gasp. Our kiss instantly becomes more intense than a typical greeting smooch. After my lips fall off of from his, I reach on to my tiptoes, and whisper in his ear, “I can’t wait until we’re naked.” We both smile and let out a chuckle, then lace hands with one another for the duration of our walk home.

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As we approach one of the last street lights, we have about a thirty-second wait. I squeeze his hand and inch closer to him. I reach up to his ear yet again, and the warmth of my breath tells him that I want him to cum in me when we get home. His lips break into a smile as he exhales impatiently, and kisses my temple. The walking signal has turned back on, and after taking his initial guiding steps ahead, he turns back to wink at me. Read more »

We approached the ticket window where an older gentleman was reading today’s paper. “Ahem. Two please.” I said.

He tapped the 2 on his screen and said, “That’s 30 Euro.” He looked at Belle then tapped the 4 on his screen. “Your number tonight is 4. When it flashes on the screen, look for a blue light to direct you to your next room.” He nodded as I gave him 3 bank notes.

She was tugging at my elbow excitedly even before our tickets fully emerged below the window. “Number 4. Let’s get inside so we don’t miss anything.” She said.

The lobby was nothing more than a hallway with arches on either side that lead to balconies and three doors that opened to the aisles on the main floor. Above the arch to the right were large numbers: 1 – 2 – 3. Over the left arch were 6 – 7 – 8. If these numbers mean what I think they mean, I expect to see 4 & 5 inside on the main level.

“Let’s try this one,” she said, pointing to the middle door. I pulled the handle. We quietly slipped into the dark space. I held her close for a few moments while our eyes adjusted. Read more »

It was a warm day in the middle of december; the kind of day where being outside meant you were drenched in sweat. Rod was sweltering in his tiny hot apartment, as he lay on his bed, the fan was blowing only warm air onto his near naked body. He was a good looking man in his 30s, slim and toned with chocolate skin, which was further emphasised by the sheen of sweat.

As he lay there, his phone rang. It was Barbara, a girl he had recently started seeing.

“Hey, what are you up to? Staying cool in this heat?” asked Barbara.

“Trying and failing. All my clothes are wet with sweat, so i’m just in my undies. Still all hot and sweaty!” replied Rod in a playful tone.

“Oh, I see! Wink wink! Well why don’t I come over and try to cool you down?” Barbara said, getting his hint.

“Yeah, come on over, let’s cool each other down.” Rod replied eagerly. Read more »

It had been a warm day. We arrived at the sidewalk cafe about 9 pm. The sun was just down and there was a purple tinge to the sky above the buildings; the air was still quite warm and humid.

The maître d’ handed me a menu as he seated us. He was followed closely by our waiter who set a basket of bread on the table and poured us each a glass of sparkling water and a glass of the house red wine.

I handed him the still-closed menu. He smiled and said, “The salmon *carpaccio* and *caprese* again, sir?” I nodded and returned his smile.

When he walked off, I returned my gaze to my companion. She looks stunning in her brightly colored floral shift. In this light the yellow and orange in the dress make her eyes a deep emerald color. Her cheek bones are high and her lips are full. But her eyes are everything. Even as she turns them down from time to time, demurely, they command attention. Read more »

It all started with an honestly innocent “What’s up neighbor” text that lead to a deep conversation expressing their attraction to each other. Now here they were, eyes locked, lips quivering with anticipation.

They had limited time, so their movements were calculated and full of purpose. Her hands undid his pants. His hands pushed her sundress and bra down her torso. He pulled her dress up over her hips and pushed her panties to the side. With one smooth movement he lifted her up and pressed the swollen head of his throbbing cock against her wet, aching pussy. His hands were under her hips and he slowly lowered her down on his shaft. She welcomed him and pulled him in deep with a moan.

Sam pressed Mandi against the wall and starting thrusting up into her, feeling her wetness coating him, allowing him deeper access.

Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling his mouth to hers. Their arousal captured within each other.

Her legs circled his hips and allowed her to work her pussy along his cock, squeezing and gripping him. Their motions working together, pushing each other to the edge. Read more »

It had been too long since I’d seen my boy. Life has a way of doing that. He was going through some things which also added to the time. When he finally came back to me he was the same sweet slut I knew. I walked into his apartment towing my toy bag behind me. He open the door and I walked in. He hugged me. I hugged him back. I continued walking in while he pulled my bag. I turned around and looked into his eyes. He knew. “I’m sorry Miss” he said sheepishly. “Ah hah” I replied my tone reflecting my displeasure in his behavior. “No really I’m sorry.” “I know. Now get down on the floor and apologize correctly” he knelt immediate but looked up at me because he wasn’t sure what to do. This wasn’t part of our routine. I reached out with both my hands and grabbed his soft curly hair. One hand on each side of his face. I stared into his eyes intensely. “I’m sorry!” He said. His tone both pleading and frustrated. I lead down and kissed him. Hard. “I know now kiss my fucking feet and show me how sorry you are” I pushed his head down to help him. He immediately bent down and began placing soft little kisses on the tops of my feet. I still had shoes on. I let him grovel for a minute. I could feel his soft lips every time he pushed them against my skin. It was both reverent and sensual. Read more »