I had a dream about you last night. I dreamt that I was waking up and I could feel warm breath between my legs. Then small feather light kisses on my soft thighs. Then suddenly a hot tongue between my lips. Slowly moving down parting my lips and tasting my sweet slit. You could feel me squirm and gasp for air my fist holding on to the sheets. I felt your tongue find my clit, you began to tease it your hands had to hold my legs because you were driving me crazy. Occasionally when your tongue was buried inside my tight wet pussy your hand would find my nipples and squeeze hard making me moan uncontrollably for you. I’d lift my pelvis grinding myself into you fucking your face with my pussy. I could feel your fingers struggle to slide inside me, I’m so tight baby. You moved slow, fingers inside me while your tongue played with my clit. You started to move faster and I could feel my body tense up that feeling that I was about to explode. You moved faster, your fingers pushing my gspot your tongue sucking my clit and boom. I came all over your face. You crawl up me and your face is wet and you kiss me, my body still coming down from that high. Your tongue in my mouth, I can taste myself on your tongue. You’re so hard, I can feel you poking my thigh. I pull off your pants and guide you inside me. I can feel every inch as you push yourself inside, you’re hard and it almost hurts. You start slow but with every thrust you move faster you can feel me get wetter, you can hear it too. The sounds of my moans turn to screams of pure pleasure my pussy tightens as I cum hard. Then I feel you explode inside me. It’s hot and I can barely breathe. We lay there together catching our breath, my heart moving at a normal pace again. I get up grab a long tshirt and head to the kitchen, I open the fridge and look. I bend down to grab a bottle of water. My ass and pussy peaking out from beneath the shirt. You’re right behind me and you can see a couple drops of your cum on the back of my thigh. You stand and admire my fat ass. I stand close the fridge and turn only for you to startle me. I open the water drink some, and offer you a drink. But you want something else entirely. You grab my waist and turn me away from you. You move us closer to the counter. You push my back forward I’m bent in front of you now. Your hand cuts through the air and then I feel red hot pain on my right cheek. I know that’s going to leave a mark. Then I feel your feet push my legs far apart and I feel you push yourself deep inside me. Your moving fast and you grab a chunk of my hair and pull me close and whisper “mmm baby girl your so tight I just want to live inside you” I love when you call me baby girl. You move faster, push deeper and harder. You move with no mercy it hurts but it feels so good too. “Yes daddy just like that!” I scream. I push myself into you my ass slapping against you. I can feel myself getting weak my pussy tightening. “I’m so close daddy, I’m about to cum. Can I please cum daddy?” “No baby girl hold it daddy wants you completely drained after this.” So I try and hold it as best I can. Your hands grab palms full of my tits. My nipples hard and poking through the shirt. I can feel you start to twitch, you pull yourself out of me so suddenly. I feel empty and wobbly and confused then you pull me around to face you, you walk me back to the bed take my shirt off and throw me back on the bed. “I want to see you while I fuck you” “then come here and fuck me daddy” you smile. I know I’m in for it. You crawl on top of me. You slide inside and throw my legs over your shoulders and push yourself all the way inside me. I let yoout a moan. I bite my lip, with every thrust I can feel myself get closer to climax. I can feel myself getting wetter and tighter “daddy please I want to cum!” “Yes baby girl cum!” I squirt so hard I push you out of me and I gush all over us. You slide back inside and you cum right after me.
Category: Erotica
Stranger on the Train
Work was long, I love it but an entire day of running around in heels, typing up charts and checking on patients had worn me out. I stumbled up to the platform, holding my neat black business skirt down in case the wind from the in coming train blew it up. It was going to be another long rush hour ride pushed up against the glass with strangers. Sighing, I entered as the doors opened, allowing the rushed flow of bodies to push me into the door on the other side. I never expected to get a seat anymore these days, but today was more cramped than normal.
As the train began to move a tall man got pushed against me. My back hit the door behind me and my crisp white blouse brushed against him. I adjust my glasses, a nervous reaction to the sudden closeness. He wore heavy tactical looking cargo pants and an intense shirt which read “CHAOS” in bold across the front. Honestly a bit intimidating at a glance. He had warm brown eyes set in a handsome face and with a bearish beard. A hat with a Velcroed on sign about fucking up bad guys or something sat snug on his head which I realized was only a few inches from brushing the top of the carriage. The train jostled again tipping him forward, he instinctively threw his hand up to brace against the door behind me as the rest of the passengers pushed us closer. His large hand rested a few inches from my face, following it up, a large intricate tattoo of roses engulfed his arm and disappeared into the sleeve of his shirt which stretched across his broad chest. Built like a wall. This is the kind of guy I never get to meet considering my nerdy private school life and days stuck at the hospital.
” FUCKING trains!” his voice absolutely startled me out of my thoughts. Why was he talking? Did he catch me looking? He’s not talking to me right? I pulled my best anti social move and did a full freeze with no movement. “Sorry ma’am, look I really can’t move any further away”. That one was inevitably directed at me. “It’s …it’s fine” my voice came out embarrassingly quite with an undeniably nervous increase of pitch. I could feel my face heating up. ” Hey are you alright?”, at this point he had completely turned his attention to me and in somehow the way he looked at me made me flush. His eyes rowed over my figure, shaking slightly in my tall black work heels and business wear. I felt completely naked in front of him and it excited me. I looked up at him again, this time gathering enough daring to make eye contact. He smirked.
How About a Threesome? by Ginger Segreti
I found this. Hope you guys like it :)
Excerpt
“GINGER—you are kidding, right? Have you heard about how dangerous Craigslist is?” My friend Adele meant well but tended on the side of dramatic.
“I’ve heard the stories. The chances of anything like that happening are statistically insignificant.” I rolled my eyes. She sounded like my gram. “I’m not worried. We’re meeting in a public place. If he’s creepy we can just leave. It’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”
“Just be careful… OMG, are you really doing this?” She grabbed my hand. With her worry expressed, excitement now crept into her voice. “You have to tell me. What did they—”
I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Men are too funny. We received all sorts of replies. There were phallic-centric messages, Mr. hung and experienced.” I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue. “To be honest, he looked like Vanilla Ice ….”
Adele joined my laughter. “Ice Ice Baby?” She did a little shoulder shimmy.
“…a total blast from the past. And then there was Mr. Nine Inch cut, hung…and pierced-“
“His…”
Azula Plays Tricks [MFFF] [Incest] [Cuckquean] [EU] [Avatar: The Last Airbender]
*Based on this image: [Freak](https://i.imgur.com/R3mhXWm_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=high) by QueenComplex*
*Originally a reply to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6w23np/euip_azula_playing_tricks/)*
“Not much further Zuko.” Mai said, leading her blindfolded boyfriend down the corridor.
“Really, what’s going on? You know I don’t like surprises.” The Prince grumbled as he walked awkwardly.
“You’re going to like this one.” Mai said, trying to play the part naturally.
She guided him into a room, frowning at the large bed against the opposite wall. Laying on it was Zuko’s sister, Azula, dressed in nothing but but red stockings and long sleeves of the same color and material. She had a wicked smile on her face as she lay with her legs spread wide. A sharp nail was rubbing her clit just over her glistening pussy. Mai glanced to where Ty Lee, the third member of her and Azula’s group of friends, stood beside the bed, clad only in white panties.
“Step over here Zuko.” Mai reluctantly moved her boyfriend closer to the bed.
“Mai, what are we doing, where are we?” He asked.
Mai did not respond until Azula gave her a stern look. “We’re in one of the bedrooms, and we’re going to have a little fun.” She tried to sound seductive. “With a little help.”
[FM] [MF] [ANAL] [ORAL] [PEGGING] Unashamed Glutton: Foretaste
All the ingredients laid out on top of his quartz counter top. Like a rainbow, there were red peppers, green onions, purple shallots, yellow peppers and garlic. The rainbow was laid out on one side of the counter top while a heavy wooden cutting board took up the rest of the space. The pepper were julienned, the garlic smashed, the green onion finely chopped along with the purple shallots. Midway through, he stopped, something was missing he thought. Lemon grass. He opened the freezer and pulled out a long stalk. He chopped it into four equal pieces and dropped them into a wooden mortar and bruised it a wooden pestle.
Now, for the hero of the night’s dish: a heart. The veins retained much of the blood that it pumped three days ago.
[Ff] [BDSM] The subjugation of Ms. Hart, Part 1
Hey ya’ll. This is my first story and my first post here! I’d love to receive feedback and maybe some input on where to take this story.
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It would be her 30th birthday in a week. She locked her car and checked if the cash she had withdrawn from her account earlier and a folded piece of paper were still in her left back pocket. Elizabeth scanned the environment before she walked the short distance from her car to the entrance of a club which was located in the outskirts of the city she had been living in for three years now. She was casually dressed. A blue pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, grey socks and yellow sneakers. The weather was fair and she didn’t need a jacket. She wouldn’t be wearing any clothes in a few minutes time anyway.
[mf] Fantasies of a depressed, lonely writer, inter-religious fun
Mid 20’s, professional, petite, porcelain-skinned, smooth woman, Muslim but fair-skinned. Deep, dark eyes, innocent but lost. Long silky light brown hair. Well-off but not rich. On the verge of two worlds: conservative, strict, traditional, and new, modern, cultured. Living alone.
30 year old, more professional, tall, handsome Jewish guy, gentleman, very rich. Brown haired, tanned skin. Nice beard. Owns a a nice house/is successful but is depressed/lonely too. Life of the party and hosts parties often, always classy, want to be cool/wanted. Girl is coming out of her shell, exploring more, so shyer.
And let’s say I’m the girl, and you’re the guy. God, I want you so bad. Take me on a classy date, both dressed up (you in a suit with suspenders, me in a 50’s polka dot dress), pretend we’re the richest, fanciest couple at the restaurant. Then go dancing, go crazy, bring me back to your beautiful house.Throw me on your bed. Tell me you love me even though you don’t. Pretend for the night it’s more than just a fuck. Press your handsome body up against me. Pull your cock out of your fly.
Help writing sex scene
I posted this elsewhere orignally but I thought it’d get a better response here.
I’m not actually sure how to describe it. And without being vague this is for a story on my account called Xanthippe and Silga’s Adventures. (Note this is more of a comedey slice of life story with some drama.)
So Xanthippe is very boisterous and loud. And she’s proud to be a lesbian for at least she likes pussy. (Cough) I was thinking that I should include a few sex scenes with her throughout the story. Most of which are either there to reflect how she’s feeling emotionaly or it’s significant to the plot.
Silga will have sex with one other woman before Xanthippe. The idea is that I want to build up their friendship/romance first before Xanthippe and Silga fall in love with each other.
And when Xanthippe and Silga do finnaly have sex I want it to be meanigful for both of them.
Edit at 4:42PM 8/24/17: Here is a sex scene I wrote: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12TprX6mfiSIjRgmews_xBrGNIPG_upHzVE-XTbdEucA/edit?usp=sharing
Emma Watson and the Delusional Fan [MF] [Oral] [Short Story]
*Rather than sign autographs, female celebrities let fans give them facials. Originally a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6uw328/wp_alternate_universe_where_female_celebrities/)*
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Emma took a seat on the cushioned fold out chair the convention organizers had provided. A few feet away, a long line of convention goers was queued up behind a rope stretched between two stanchions. It looked to be a busy day. Minutes later, a security guard let the rope down.
The first fan approached and Emma rolled her eyes. It was an adult male dressed in full Hogwarts uniform, robe and all.
“Hi.” She greeted him cheerfully, looking up as he stepped in front of her.
“Oh my god!” The fan seemed ready to burst with excitement. “I can’t believe I get to meet Hermione!”
A scowl flickered on Emma’s face before she smiled politely again. “Please, it’s Emma.” She said, undoing the man’s black pants.
Psychatric evaluation [MF][long]
Life had never been easy, not growing up on the streets as much as in foster families who might or might not be nice people.
But then whenever Moira saw spoiled brats she had known she was much better off, actually learning valuable life lessons they would never learn at all, or if when they were forty and left by their spouses. Maybe. Whatever.
The first and most important of those lessons had been to develop two separate personalities. Nice girl working hard for her place in life on the outside, and ever hungry and wild bitch who knew she could just take what she wanted on the inside.
The nice Moira had somehow made it to college, the wild side was lucky not to be in jail for all the shit she had pulled over the years.
Granted, she had come very close a couple of times and still was on probation for another year, but close to the line was always better than crossing it.
Came with a bunch of annoying shit though, like weekly visits to the psycho whose job it was to ‘repair’ other psychos. She sat in the waiting room, trying to stare the cute little assistant behind the counter deep into uncomfort and fear out of boredom, not the hardest of challenges.