Category: Erotica

This story is a work of fiction, and dedicated to a very sexy redditor who knows who she is.

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Sleepily, you stirred from your ever so comfortable bed at your usual waking time of 1:00pm to the familiar buzzing of your phone in the nightstand beside you. 

Groaning from the long night and the unfortunate timing of your phone, you roll and thrash about your bed, struggling to find a new comfortable position in which to fall back asleep, as yet another buzz emanates from the black rectangular box you once loved and have learned to loathe.

Unable to continue ignoring it, you sigh as you roll back toward the nightstand, swiping from the nightstand as you try to make out the screen. 

“Good morning, baby girl” the first text reads, followed by a second. “You’re familiar with /r/stupidslusclub right? Ever done one of the challenges?”

Hazily, while still collecting your morning thoughts, you respond back. “No, although I’ve thought about it. I don’t think most of those stories are really real, but it’s hot to read about.” Read more »

And my face is now pressed against your cock.

I feel the bulge just behind your jeans, pressing against my mouth. Heat radiates from it in powerful waves, and I can smell the precum- heck, some of it leaked through your pants and made it’s way onto my lips. I lick it off, tasting the salty residue, and glance up at you anxiously.

To make sure I don’t try anything funny, you push me even deeper into the quicksand for good measure. You grab my arms and let me latch onto your splayed legs, and tell me that if I want to get out, I need to suck your thick cock to completion.

I swallow, but nod my head and agree.

Slowly, you unzip your jeans and release what created such a large bulge behind the blue fabric, letting it bounce out and gently tap me in the face. It bobs in front of me, and you grin, knowing I couldn’t possibly get away from this.

Slowly, with my arms wide apart, I lean forward and take the tip into my mouth. Read more »

*This is my first erotica story, just so y’all know*

There’s a particularly deep pit of quicksand in the woods. Maybe about six feet deep. I happen to be trekking around it, and unknowingly, I fall inside.

Tragic.

I’m screaming for help. Slowly, I’m sinking deeper and deeper, but there’s no one around- until *you* arrive. You see me struggling, now up to my waist in quicksand, and you smirk.

You come over to the edge of the pit, and grab my hand so I’m saved- or at least, I think I’m saved. You pull me closer to the edge, but I notice I’m not actually being lifted out of the quicksand. I gasp in surprise, and smile brightly at you for finding me.

But you still don’t pull me out. Instead, you sit on the safe, solid grass portion just outside the pit, and plant your feet in the quicksand- it can’t pull you in, since your main center balance is safely out of its grasp. You pull me even closer, and to my utter shock, you push me deeper into the quicksand. Read more »

# The Profile, Part Four

Things start getting a little more intimate between our two young love birds.

The rest of the series can be found below:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/)

As always, if you like what you’re reading, let me know!

-Bells xoxo <3

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All throughout dinner, Baylee and Melissa’s mother, Catherine, chatted about the mundane happenings in both of their lives. Melissa was unusually quiet, mulling over with each bite what Baylee had said to her upstairs.

*What did she mean*, she thought to herself, *was she just trying to wind me up again?* It had sounded so genuine though, not at all like the sarcastic tone she’d used before. Could Baylee share some of the same feelings that were starting to bubble up inside Melissa?

“Helloooo, earth to Melissa, I asked you a question,” said Catherine. “Are you alright sweetie? You seem awfully quiet. Not at all your normal chirpy self.”

“I’m fine,” mumbled Melissa, “just thinking about what I’m gonna do this summer.” Read more »

The leather of the passenger seat burns her thighs as she sits down. With the smallest of squeals she pops her legs up onto the dash, leaving only the tiny bit of her covered in denim to the scorching summer heat.
“If you were wearing clothes that wouldn’t happen.”
“I thought you wanted to see my legs.”
“I thought you wanted my eyes on the road.”
“I like living dangerously.”
His eyes drink her in. From her feet, precariously perched on the heels of her flip-flops, up and down and up and down again her legs, starting to bronze from the early summer sun, though a far cry from her usual late summer ocher.
“Red light, darling.” She grins, big and toothy. The car lurches to a stop, seat belts biting into both of their shoulders.
“Dangerous, you said.”
“Gonna make me eat my words?”
“I’m not even going to touch that one.”
The car hums again into motion. The sun beats down through the windows. The trees whiz by, one after another, a green blur. His hand finds the soft smoothness of her leg, which has finally drifted down into the seat proper. Their eyes meet the horizon.
“Is the air on?”
“Can’t you feel it?”
“All I feel is hot.”
“Getting ahead of yourself?”
“You’re bad.”
His hand strokes up and down in slow, purposeless circles, ever widening, until they reach from her knee to just under the hem of her shorts. He doesn’t follow with his eyes. She doesn’t doubt where his focus lies.
“Say cheese!” She holds her phone horizontally up to her eye.
“I’m driving.”
“Cheese.” She pouts. He shows his teeth. Click. She beams. He squeezes, hard, the tips of his fingers sinking deep into her thigh. “Easy, mister. Play nice.”
“Maybe I ain’t so nice.”
“Maybe.”
The miles and miles multiply before them. She starts to hum along to the radio. He turns it up, just a touch, then returns to tapping out the rhythm with his fingertips, against her skin. The shadows grow longer.
“I’m glad we’re doing this.” She squeezes his arm.
“Me too.”
“I mean, I’ve thought about it for, well…”
“Hey. Don’t spoil it.” His arm wraps around her. She leans into him.
The car pulls off the interstate in a nameless town with little more than a sun-bleached gas station and a few muddy roads leading off into evergreen mystery. They stop at the station, and he parks at the furthest pump. He turns to her, her head against the rest, eyes welded shut, stranded of her hair sticking to her face. His finger gently runs up and down her cheek, until she starts to stir.
“Why don’t you stretch those legs somewhere that won’t smudge my windshield.”
Eyes blinking, bleary, she sticks out her tongue and kicks a bare foot at him, though she connects much more with steering wheel than him. She winces, he laughs. She pouts. He takes her foot into his hands, gently kneading it between his thumbs, pecking the top with his lips.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Good. Now go get me a drink.”
The back of her hand smacks against his shoulder. He grins. Their car doors open in tandem. He rifles through his pocket for his wallet, while she skips toward the peeling, yellow convenience store. Read more »

The sticky, summer heat hasn’t left the air, even though the sun left us hours ago. My flashlight cuts through the night to find branches, brambles, and the ever elusive hem of her dress as she skips ahead, showing the way to some secluded spot she assures me is something special. Her words, mostly.

She slows up ahead, twirls once, then stops. She’s finding it. We must be close. I pick up my pace, narrowing the gap between us, and she skitters off again just as I’m close enough to reach out and touch.

The trees clear, and the brush beneath our feet turns to solid stone. At least, solid stone up until the edge, where the rock face drops ten feet into a lake. She stands at the cliff’s edge, so close her toes almost curl over. Breathless, chest heaving, she looks back to me, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

“What do you think?” Read more »