The snow falling on the back porch is getting nothing but deeper by the time we get back from our walk around the block to look at the whitewashed neighborhood. Stomping our feet off at the door, you shiver. “Babe, I’m cold,” You tell me with gloved fingers on my jacket. “Well then let’s get you inside and warmed up beautiful.” I reply while unlocking the door for us. The house is warm and smells like cinnamon from the candle we left burning on the mantle. I watch your pink and black socked feet kick off your boots before you flop onto the couch. “Are those your tall socks?” I ask with a hint of desire in my voice. “Mm-hmmm,” you slyly confirm. Leaving my boots and coat behind me I climb onto the couch with you, snuggling up close to your warm body. As we kiss I hear your breaths get deeper and more forceful with every pass of our tongues over each other. You want me to take you, I know your signs. The way your hand lays on my chest and inches down before forming a fist and returning upwards. Your leg over mine, pulling us closer. You want me inside of you.
My mind wanders, thinking about the things I want to do to you; how I want to make you burn with ecstasy. I don’t notice at first your hand going down further until I hear your pants unzip. My hand reaches for what I’m certain is an already wet delight in your pants. You catch me and pull my hand back up. “Mm-mm-mm,” You hum with a finger over my lips. Standing up from the couch and standing over me, I sit forward on the couch, heart beating fast in anticipation of the fun we’re going to have. Your scarf whips as you pull it from your neck and lean over me, making sure your breasts press against my cheek while tying my hands behind my back. I can see your panties peeking through your opened zipper; the bright pink silky ones that feel so fucking good when you grind on my cock with them. I lean back as you peel your pants off, showing off the rest of your panties as well as proving that you do indeed have on the thigh high socks I thought you did. With only a few inches from the tops of the cotton on your thighs to the dark pink spot growing between your legs, I couldn’t picture a fantasy I’d want more. You’ve always known that they’re my weakness, your sign to me that you want me to fuck you senseless. I can feel my pants holding tight against my hard dick, showing it as a silhouette against me. You sit on my legs facing me, pushing my head back a bit so I’m not too close for you to pull your shirt off in that way that only girls can do, with your arms crossed at the bottom and then pulling up gracefully displaying your breasts cupped beautifully by a pale pink bra, complete with little skulls. Your shoulders flex back as you pop the strap loose. Slowly lowering it, pretending to be bashful as you let it slide off of you and onto my lap. I feel my dick jerk, wanting to ravage your snatch. I only want to more as you slid forward, rubbing your tits in my face, my mouth desperately trying to find one to tease. I hear your breath start as your nipple is grazed by my teeth. You pull my face into your chest while your other hand pleasures yourself. Your fingers press past my lips with the taste of your sensual juices. I can feel my own pulse against my pants, craving to be touched. You slid down my body, kneeling in front of me. I lean my head back while you take my pants off, letting my erection stand tall for you.
My eyes close and my chest rattles when I feel your tongue trace around the head of my shaft. The warmth of your mouth over my rock hard cock is reason enough for me to let out a grunt of pleasure. Fuck you know how to make sure that feels good. I look down to see you staring back at me with lust in your eyes as your lips slip up and down my length. I want to hold back cumming, not yet. Not- fuck, I can’t wait. With something between a moan and a shout I feel my seed spray out and in your open mouth. The gulp of you swallowing every drop of it makes me wish I had lasted longer.
“You had better not get soft on me.” You say as firmly as your grip is around my dick. “I’m not done with you yet,” you say with a sly smile. Standing up, you turn and pull your panties down, bending over just so that your wet pussy brushes my slightly softened cock. No no no, stay up, stay hard, we have to keep going! I’m trying to will myself to hurry up for round two. Sitting back on the couch next to me, you lean and kiss me while wrapping your soft and soaking wet silk panties around my struggling dick. Your hand works up and down, spreading your slick cum over me and coaxing me back to peak size. “That’s more fucking like it.” You firmly say as you pull away from my lips.
Facing away from me you sit on my lap, letting my cock go between your legs and in front of you, pressing your wet pussy against my pelvis. Your soft panties still tease me before you pull them away and press me inside of your dripping slit. Your moans drive me almost as mad as your slick and incredible snatch does as it pulls tight against me, going up and down and gyrating with your hips. If my hands weren’t behind my back, they’d be full of your bouncing breasts, cupping them tight. You abruptly stand up, almost making me lose it by the sudden movement. “Wait here,” You tell me as you slip down the hall.
I pant, waiting for what feels like an eternity for you to get back. When you do finally return, you sit on my lap again, forward of my wet spear. You lean forward, showing me perfectly your grooly pussy. You press a stainless steel plug with a purple gem in the cap into your slit, spinning it to make sure it’s coated well in your hot cum. When you pull it from yourself and place it against your asshole I watch in amazement. The tip begins to go in and then is stopped. You press harder, forcing only the jewel to remain visible with a high pitched “oh,” from you. You then grab my dick, still well lubricated by you and you lead it back into you. I can feel the bulge from the plug against me as you ride me like an untamed horse. The flash on the gem visible between slapping down on me, your nearly constant moan. I struggle to keep from pouring my cum deep inside of you.
“Baby- baby I’m fucking close,” I say through moans and sighs. You slide off of me, turning to face me. “I’m going to cum all over your cock,” you explain as you sit on me, letting me reenter your pussy. “ and you’re going to cum inside of my sweet tight cunt until you spill out of me.” Your last words are whispers in my ear as you untie my hands. They immediately find your cotton covered thighs, the feeling of them against my skin driving me wild. We move in rhythm, your hips rocking against mine as you bury me deep inside of you. Your hands hold my face while we kiss between gasps. Mine are now on your tits, keeping your nipples hard and entertained. Your so close, cum for me, yes. Yes! Just like that, keep rubbing your snatch down on my and pressing your clit into my pelvis. You take a deep breath in and I feel you squeeze me even tighter as you press down hard one more time, holding the pressure there without breathing for a second before letting out a loud cry of your orgasm. “Fuck, oh fuck,” you moan “cum with me, cum with me,” you plead. With a sharp thrust up that makes you squeal I finish inside of you, feeling it gush from inside of me to inside of you. You bounce on me again, keeping our orgasms going.
You stand up and I can still watch your pussy spasm as my cum runs down your leg, leaving a trail of my sticky mess. Your fingers catch it as you play with yourself, sharpening the spasms. After bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them dry you keep your eyes locked to me. “Round three is in the shower.” You say with a wink. “Last one there has to give oral!” I don’t even try to beat you up the stairs, it’s only fair I eat you out now, like that’s a punishment anyway.
Category: Erotica
The Mirrored Room (First Post)
First Post: I’ve always been too nervous to post these stories.
I wrote this a few years ago, it was designed to be sent to a pen pal that I had been writing with – we lost touch so I thought I would post these on here – who knows, maybe she’ll read them and say hello.
The back story is that her family had shown her no love so she left in search for a better life, finally finding me – a wealthy entrepreneur with hidden desires. She joins the household as my personal slut who is being put through her paces to see if she’s good enough to stay. This story is about one of her tests, please enjoy.
The Girl Next Door
When I was around 19 I was still living at home. We had some new neighbours move in next door during the summer and I ended up getting to know them very well indeed. Their names were Natasha and Kevin and they would invite me over all the time to have dinner with them or to watch a movie with them. It wasn’t until after I had been friends with them for a few weeks that they told me the true reason they had wanted to get to know me.
“Jessica we have a little confession to make and we really hope it doesn’t freak you out,” said Natasha as I sat between them on their couch one afternoon.
“Oh?” I said as I looked at Natasha. Kevin shifted in his seat a little as if he was nervous about whatever Natasha was about to say next.
“Well I think you know how much we both like you Jessica, and it feels like you are very fond of us too,” she said.
“Oh I do. I love you guys,” I interrupted which made Natasha smile.
Daddy After Midnight
A few years ago I was living alone in an apartment block downtown. I was single at the time after breaking up with a guy a few weeks earlier. My emotions were still a little raw from how we had split up and I had made a promise to myself to take a little break from dating for a while. Just spend a little time enjoying being single. Men had always paid me a lot of attention so trying to stop myself from flirting back to them was harder than I thought; but I was doing my best.
There was a middle aged man who lived on the same floor as me. I had never really talked to him but whenever he saw me in the hallway as I either left or returned from work he would always smile at me and say, “Good morning miss,” or “Good evening miss.” That was the extent of any communication until one Friday evening when I arrived home from work. The middle aged man was walking down the hallway from my side of the building. He gave me another smile and said, “Good evening miss.” I smiled back at him saying, “Good evening.” He walked past me and continued to his apartment. I got to my door and happened to glance down the hallway as I was opening my door and noticed he was also looking at me as he opened his own door. That’s when I walked into my apartment and saw a note on the floor that had been slipped under my door. I picked up the note and read it.
Team Homan Wins a “special” prize [FFFFf][Bondage][spanking][caning][BDSM][Group sex][Curling]
If you follow my blog, you know I can get pretty dirty. But there is one secret I have not shared, I have a thing for curlers. Now I know what you are thinking, what is there to like about curlers. But I am not speaking of your average club curler, I am talking of the teams on the Grand Slam of Curling, in this case Team Homan. They are young, fit and really cute. Next time you see a game on look into their eyes as they slide out of the hack. The passion and intensity is clear, it is easy to imagine those same eyes walking towards me in the bedroom. So I came up with this fun little scenario.
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Jess could hear voices coming up the hallway. She wondered when they would arrive, the game ended 3 hours ago and the customary round of drinks had been over for a while, other rounds of drinks had followed in celebration. Team Homan had won the event, and she waited patiently for them to return to the room. She was nervous and excited, knowing the evening would be spectacular, but not knowing what you expect. You see, this very private event came with a special prize. The use of a slut for the night of the victory and Jess was the lucky girl.
Late night fun
I’m not sure if it was the rumbling of thunder or you rolling over in bed that woke me up. Your bare back is to me, shining pale in the low light of the street lamp outside of our window. I move closer and pull your body to mine, pressing my chest against you tight. Your legs draw up, catching mine and I feel you press your ass back and into me, cradling my shaft between your cheeks. I feel myself twitch and start to harden at the feeling of your soft skin against me. You feel it to, I know it. Your hands lead mine to your chest to play with your already hard nipples while your hips roll and rock, further hardening my cock against you. I slid down your back a bit to give myself room to finish getting fully erect against the back of your thighs. You keep grinding and straighten your legs, pressing me hard into you before opening your legs enough for my dick to pop up and slap against your pussy. I feel warmth splash across me and on your legs. Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet. Your hot lips drag against me, leaving a trail of savory, sticky, delicious, juices across me. Your hands play with both of us, delicate fingers bringing out gasps and sighs from us while my face gets buried into your neck, biting you. Your hold on my throbbing shaft changes as you angle it upward and- “oh fuck,” I growl into your neck as I feel your burning hot snatch take me inside. I can feel the resistance of my girth compared to your small sweet tightness. I ram myself in deeper, a sharp cry coming from your lips as I stretch you to fit. Your breathes are raged and fast as I pull down and almost out, feeling just my head inside of you still. It takes two hard thrusts to get back deep in you. Your pussy squelches with soaking grool as I fuck you with deep slow strokes. With one hand around your throat and the other furiously rubbing your clit, I know you won’t last long like this. Your hand are holding your own breasts tightly and I feel you tense and release, tense, then shake with a moan of pleasure as you cum, moving my hand to play with your clit yourself. I watch your lips stretch down around my cock as I pull it out of you. You quickly replace it with a few fingers to catch the last bits of orgasm before it completely fades. Rolling onto your stomach, you grab your ass, pulling your cheeks apart; an invitation. My dick is still dripping with your cum and your pussy was wet enough to drench your tiny asshole. I press my throbbing head against your hole, feeling it twitch in anticipation. As I apply more force I feel myself start to slip in, slowing to make sure it doesn’t hurt you. You press your face into the pillow and scream with pleasure as I completely enter you. As tight as your snatch grabbed my cock, I couldn’t have imagined anything tighter, but this, oh. Fuck. Doing my best to be smooth and gentle, I give shorter strokes, gaining speed as I go. I can feel your hands under my sack playing with yourself and making you moan loudly, drowning out the creaking of the bed as I bury myself inside of you. “Cum for me,” you gasp. “I want you to cum hard.” I can’t help but oblige, it’s been so hard not to already. With a final few strokes I end up deep in you and groan as I finish, feeling your hole milk me dry for every drop I have. I give you a few more thrusts until I’m satisfied and I pull my cum covered dick from your swollen red ass. The wet spot under you is all the way out to your hips, a mixture of sweat and your cum soaking our sheets. Guess we’ll both be sleeping on the couch tonight.
Date night mess
It took a lot to set up, but date night was a huge success. Forgoing the usual fine dining at a restaurant, a couple of reverse seared steaks I made to go along with your baked potatoes made for a great excuse to open a couple bottles of wine and play dress up. As your strap falls off of your shoulder you give a seductive look back at me, leading me to the bedroom. We fall onto the bed, sloppy drunken kisses smearing your lipstick. I know this week was stressful for you, so to see you relaxed is a relief for me. I hold your face in my palm while my tongue runs along your lips, then your teeth as you bite on my lip. I feel you unbuckling my belt, opening my pants and untucking my shirt. “You wanna touch it, baby?” I whisper into your ear before gently biting it. “Yes please,” you whisper back while your soft fingers wrap around my shaft, feeling it get even harder. Your hands are cold and the sensation of them going up and down my hot cock feel incredible. I pull the front of your dress down, revealing a blue lace bra that contrasts brightly against your pale skin and the red of your outfit. I get distracted from feeling my hands cupping the soft fabric around your breasts by you unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it away, exposing my chest as well. You pull your legs up, putting your ankles next to your ass. I watch your dress pull up and show that your sheer lace thong matches your bra, along with the garters holding your stockings up. The blue is stained even darker where your sticky cum is already soaked through between your thighs. I crawl the rest of the way out of my pants, kicking them off of the bed and putting my leg against you for you to grind on. You bite your lower lip and slid your soaked panties up and down my thigh, leaving a wet streak on me. My hands are stretched across your chest, holding your firm tits and pressing them towards each other. “Do you want to fuck me, or just stare at me all night?” You ask, still holding my now throbbing cock. “I’m going to make you scream,” I exhale as I pick your hips up and pull you to me. “Get those out of the way.” I command as you suggestively run your finger between yourself and the thong before pulling it aside to show me your snatch. I press into you, easing in until I feel that your lips are soaked enough for me to run my full length into your body. I can see your stomach bulge as I bottom you out with a loud moan from us both. Your pale skin highlighting the red of your pussy, all framed by blue is a sight that alone could make me cum. Your legs are wrapped around me, pulling me even deeper into your tight wet body. I can feel that you can’t take anymore of me but we’ll be damned if we’ll stop trying to get it in there. I can feel my shoulder pressing into your windpipe as my face is buried in your auburn hair and against your neck. The “uh, uh, uh,” sounds your making in rhythm with my tempo are a sweet song in my ear. But I promised you screams, and I don’t let me baby down. I reposition myself and take bring your legs to your shoulders, placing your hot dripping pussy at the best position for me to slam into you hard and fast. Using your legs to hold myself up, I flick your clit with my thumb while my dick pile drives deeper and deeper in you, making you cry out and claw at my back. I’m already bottoming you out, but I want to feel my pelvis hit yours, I want you to hurt all day tomorrow and remember how you called out my name. I just feel myself graze your immaculately maintained patch of hair just above your clit when I decide that that’s deep enough. I pull myself from you fast, slinging your cum over your stomach. You let out a high scream before you lay panting. “No fair, I-I didn’t even- get to finish,” you pant out, eyes clothes and hands shaking in my own. “Who said we’re done here?” I ask as I take my hand away from you and run it down your stomach, smearing your wetness. I slide all four fingers over your quivering panties before pulling them to the side to feel your hot cum glide over my hand. I start with my middle finger and get it halfway in you, then a second and spread your lips apart to display the sweet treat inside. You toss and turn a bit before taking your dress over your head and throwing it. I press my fingers further into you while you moan into my mouth that won’t leave your lips alone. Your grip on my fingers on their own is nothing short of amazing and to feel every intimate detail about the inside of you is a pleasure all it’s own. I can feel you running down my wrist as much as I can hear how soaked your pussy is. The wet sounds of my fingers dancing inside of you is all but drowned out by the sweet melody of sounds coming from your lips. My fingertips drag across a patch inside of you that makes that melody turn to a loud cry as I tease that same spot, sending your body into spasms and making your toes curl up. I tickle and stimulate it until your breaths catch and your face turns cherry red. You let out another loud long cry as you cum, writhing on the bed. You try to catch your breath while I take my finger out of you, stringing your grool between them and you. You take that hand and bring it to your mouth where you lick them clean with a sensual “mmmm,” noise. Oh fuck, I need to be back inside of you, fast. I go to roll onto you again but you stand instead and bring me to the edge of the bed where you kneel down and take my cock into your mouth. Fuck, you feel so good sucking on me, your throat massaging the head of my shaft. You unhook your bra, letting your perfectly perky breasts be exposed. My fingers run through your hair, pressing your mouth further down on me. You stop long enough to take your panties off, turning your back to me as you lean forward and peel them down. I can still see your cum shining on your sore lips. You put your drenched thong between my teeth with a wink and get back to work making me finish. I can’t see your hand, but I can hear you playing with yourself while your tongue makes me moan. “I’m so close,” I don’t even realize I say out loud. “Wait for me then.” You tell me as you spin around and lay down next to me. “Stand over me.” You tell me. I watch you play with your breasts with one hand while the other is knuckle deep in yourself, laying in front of me, almost begging me more than your words to “come on baby, make me a dirty girl. I beat myself until I feel a tight release and blast my cum all across your chest and stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. “Oh yes Daddy, that’s what I needed!” You cry out as you make yourself cum with me, letting out ragged moans mixed with high screams. You’re my dirty girl, and you’ve never looked better.
Asexual Erotica.
Ok so here’s something a little different: I’m in search of erotica/heavy romance involving someone that’s Asexual. Something of respectable quality at the very least. I’m sure there’s plenty of inappropriate “asexual girl CURED of her asexuality by a dose of quality dick” but I’m looking for something that explores this properly without being woefully misinformed. Anyone seen something like this out there?
roommate to servent [ff]
Hi my name is Jenny and this is my story, I guess I should start from the beginning. I was born into a nice Christian home in Montana. My parents were nice kind people, they loved me and supported me in all of my endeavors. Well I should say almost all of my endeavors. I learned from a young age that gay people were bad. So when I started to be attracted to women I decided to hide it.
I dated guys but told boys I didn’t want to do anything till marriage, and then in the middle of the night masturbate to pictures of women. I thought this would change when I went to college, but nope my parents forced me to go to a christian university. So I continued my facade while there.
As of recently I moved to the city to work at a job my christian boyfriend’s dad got for me. I decided to live in the apartment of a lesbian who likes really kinky things. I did this partly so my boyfriend wouldn’t want to come over, but also it was sort of an outlet I thought being near people like myself would be helpful.
“Atlas and the cosmos”, an original.
“Atlas and the Cosmos”
By Perpetualmotionn
His eyes were always laid upon her beautiful body, however strong she carried herself, he carried himself with more strength, an Atlas of sorts, and he was set to carry her world on his shoulders. He laid his hands upon her shoulders, they were soft, calm and serene like the open waters of the oceans. This was her ocean. He gazed into her eyes. Were they green? Hazel? A brown? He couldn’t tell, but to him it was fresh air. It gave him life, this was her sky. As he undressed her, slowly probing her skin with his soft, yet strong lips, chills ran down her spine and throughout her body.
As she began to quiver from each peck of his lips down her shoulders, then her lower back, she realized that this was what she needed. She wanted to be touched by the man whose words had already penetrated her so deeply, to her core, actually. He made her feel like a goddess with his words, a whore with his touch, a majestic scenery to behold with his gaze, but most of all, she was the cosmos within and without his presence. There was a brief moment of respite when he was around, all of her troubles disappeared within this small amount of time that felt like an infinite amount of time to her.