Category: Erotica
Jena Frumes fitness time.
Monica – 18. Tight leather mini and boots.
Monica – Beginnings
‘I’ve just turned eighteen. College next term.’ Monica said, sipping the wine he’d handed her.
‘Oh,’ laughed her neighbour, ‘That was lucky then,’ pointing at her glass.
She laughed too – sounding, she hoped, a little nervous.
‘So, happy birthday to you,’ he continued. ‘Sorry I didn’t get you anything. If that lazy son of mine had told me…’
‘I probably hadn’t mentioned it. We chat over the fence, that’s all.’ She turned and walked to the large window, the bright sun creating a sparkling light around her. She paused, pretending to study the back garden through the glass, knowing he would be looking her up and down.
Her glossy black hair fell to the small of her back; her black-leather mini skirt tight over the high curve of her teenage backside. She was certain his eyes would eventually fall to the stiletto heels of her boots.
‘Nice garden – neater than ours,’ she said.
‘Yeah, wife does the layout. I’m just the hired gun.’
Monica turned and faced him, pulling her shoulders back, letting her hard nipples thumb at him through the silk blouse as she spoke.
‘Oh, I’m sure you’re more than that,’ she said licking her lips, ‘I’ve seen you with your shirt off.’
He spluttered over his glass then wiped his chin. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered.
Playing With Scissors (MF)
The lights were low, the music, loud. Jimi Hendrix always put me in the mood. I arranged myself on a chair directly across from the front door of my little apartment. He was due to arrive any moment and my heart was beating wildly, from the music and the anticipation. I was nervous, but knew I could pull this off. I rearranged my breasts in my corset, tousseled my hair in the mirror once more and grinned at myself. I heard a soft knock at the door, and a moment later the knob turned. Standing there was the boy I had lusted for and pined over since high school.
We had become fuck buddies a few years before, when he asked me to take his virginity on his 18th birthday. But tonight was different. I had finally “gotten over him” and accepted that he would never fall in love with me, no matter how well I sucked his dick. But the physical chemistry was undeniable and I was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
Exotic Pleasure [NSFW] [mf] [Oral]
I first saw Aislinn mac Carthaigh from afar, the sun shining off her red-gold hair as my ship glided through the sparkling blue waves towards the emerald fields of the shore. She was the Queen of the Gaelige, I an ambassador from a distant kingdom. When I stepped on shore, I was almost speechless. I am entirely incapable of the eloquence required to describe her beauty, but I will attempt it. Her hair appeared to be made of gilded copper wire, but infinitely softer and smoother. It reached down to her waist, brushing her round buttocks. Two curls reached ahead of her perfect ears, framing her delicate face, with a sharp nose and full pink lips. Her wide eyes were like her land, a deep green, vibrant yet dark. Her high cheekbones were freckled on glowing pale skin. Her long and slender neck led to beautiful arms and small, yet rounded and pointed breasts visible through her clothes. She wore a simple robe of soft green chased with gold, a braided band of leather, gold, and copper about her proud head, and gold and copper bracelets around her wrists. Shapely ankles were visible below the hem of her robe. She was tall, slender as the blade of a sword. A wide leather belt extenuated the narrowness of her waist, and I was surprised to see a jeweled scabbard strapped to it, a simple hilt above.
Aislinn was at variance somber and intense or merry and laughing, after the fashion of her people. I was instantly enamored. We got along very well, and developed a fast friendship. I believe she noticed how I looked at her, and I may have caught a few untoward glances myself, as I was not what you would call ugly. At a point several weeks into my tenure, we went on a boar hunt, spending the entire time laughing and joking. The hunt was a success, each of us killing one. Aislinn looked impossibly beautiful bracing her spear against the ground, staining her leathers with sweat as the boar impaled itself. That night a feast was held of roasted boar. Alcohol flowed freely. After the meal, the strange music of the Gaelige skirled and whistled. Aislinn came up to me, her face flushed with exertion. She asked me to dance in the elegant burr that made her voice a song.. I blushed like a maiden and happily complied, whirling to the frenetic tones amid the crowd. When the music slowed, she clutched me to her. I was acutely aware of her stiff nipples poking into me from below her dress and her heat radiating into me, her breath on my ear, her hands on my shoulder and my back. My skin buzzed and felt radiant where she touched me. As the song changed, she fell back, then grabbed my arm and dragged me to a corridor coming off the main hall. I was pulled into a room, and the door slammed behind me.
We embraced again, and our lips met tenderly. At first, we kissed almost chastely, but that soon changed. My phallus bore more resemblance to steel than flesh. Her tongue slipped gently into my mouth, and mine reciprocated, wrestling with hers. Aislinn held one hand behind my head, and another squeezed my buttock. One of my hands did the same, and the other was between us, gently rubbing her mound. She drew back, and we tore off our clothes with relish before collapsing onto the bed. We ground and kissed for a time, Aislinn atop me. She eventually slid down me and took my penis in her hand. If possible, I hardened more as she stroked me slowly. Her beautiful lips opened, and I gasped as she took me in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip as she gently caressed my testicles. She began to move her head up and down, her hand twisting around my base. The soft, wet silkiness of the inside of her mouth stroked me, her lips hitting my base. As my penis felt filled to the brim with pleasure, about to burst into orgasm, she withdrew her head.
“I do hope you give me favorable terms on that trade deal for this,” Aislinn said sweetly, laughter in her voice. I replied by sitting up and scooping her into my arms, then laying her on the bed and spreading her legs, lowering my head between them. She gasped and shuddered as I rubbed her mound and inner thigh. I ran my tongue up and down her slit through the thin, downy tuft of bronze hair covering it. My lips found her clitoris and I sucked and licked. I slipped the first joint of my finger into her, then the whole finger. Two more joined it. When Aislinn’s back arched and her thighs involuntarily attempted to close, her moans filling the room, I pulled my head away and my fingers out. “I do hope you give me favorable terms on that trade deal for this,” I mimicked. She laughed and replied, “Ach, just shut up and fuck me!”
I lay atop her and guided myself between her raised legs, then plunged into her. She was soaking, and it was easy to penetrate her. Her walls squeezed me tightly, touching every scrap of skin on my penis as I sheathed myself to the hilt. I thrust gently and slowly. Her walls pulsed as she flexed her Kegel muscles, and I reciprocated. Already tantalizingly close to orgasm, she soon convulsed happily and cried out loudly, her walls pulsing harder, rippling along my shaft. I bent forwards and kissed her open mouth. When the speed of my thrusting reached its maximum, she pushed me off gently with a foot, then playfully shoved me down onto the bed, climbing on herself. She crouched over me and lowered herself hard, beginning the thrusting again. Her breasts bounced as she bounced. The exquisite sensations continued as she lowered her body over me. With this, her pink nipples were at exactly my head height. I took the hint and began licking. I alternated between this, sucking, and gently nibbling. Aislinn again dismounted me. She lay on her side, back to me. I came wrapped my arms around her and entered her from behind. Her squeezed legs made her even tighter, intensifying the sensations greatly. As I gently caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples, I kissed and nibbled her earlobe, shoulder, and neck. Her moans took a new, lower tone as she rubbed her clitoris so fast it seemed likely to burst into flame. Her back arched and her walls tightened around me, rippling along my length. This renewed pleasure sent me over the edge, groaning as I flowed into her. I embraced Aislinn tightly, my flaccid phallus falling out of her, as my seed leaked out of her.
A Work Trip Turned Into a Night with my Cousin and her Friend (FFM)
So I originally posted this on r/incest as the first time I shared the story since it happened. Since posting I’ve thought more and more about and it has made me want to share. You can find the original post plus some additional comments in my history.
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Throwaway obviously. So before I begin I will tell you this is a real event that happened nearly 10 years ago now. I haven’t ever shared it with anyone except a few people on Reddit and have finally worked up the courage to confess about the night I spent with my cousin.
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So [this is a girl that somewhat resembles my cousins face and body](http://67.media.tumblr.com/1e89bda2840f16314fa84c1d9b064b09/tumblr_nk8pjvmH0b1unervjo1_500.jpg). The only thing I would say is different is my cousin’s breasts weren’t as large. But now to the story:
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So I was about 23 years old and was travelling for work and was going to be staying in a pretty big city that had a major university in it. I had a younger female cousin who went to the school that I grew up fairly close with. It had been a few years since we spent time together because she was 4 years younger than I.
Michelle and Heather: Ch1 (Fsolo/FF)
Michelle closed her eyes and turned her face towards the shower head to let the hot water hit her face. She ran her fingers through her short platinum hair, helping the water soak it through. She took a deep breath in, letting the steam fill her lungs as the water cascaded down her body. She let the breath out and willed some of the soreness and tension out of her muscles.
Her after practice shower was one of her favorite parts of every day. It gave her time to be alone with her thoughts and let her brain wander. She focused on the feel of the almost too-hot water as it flowed over her. She started at her neck and moved her focus downward, relaxing her muscles as she went. She hitched up her shoulders, stretching out her back and luxuriating in the heat and pressure of the water.
[burrotica] An experience worth the loo.
Your teeth prepare to clench as your mind races, imagining what surprises will be inside this perfectly rolled breakfast burrito. Your teeth make contact with the flour tortilla and bring to sink in. Suddenly, the protective shell breaks like skin covering flesh. The juices are no longer contained and begin to flow. Your taste buds relay the sudden impulse of sensation to your mind, and your mind is pleased. Your mind begins to discern the slight flavors contained in the liquid. Is that sausage or bacon? Is that a hint of salsa? Your teeth continue to apply pressure and severs the first chunk of the burrito. Your lips close and your tongue pushes it into the roof of your mouth. You feel the texture of the insides for the first time. The slightly melted cheese mixed with the egg produces a perfectly soft foundation for the bacon chunks. You also feel the folds of the top of the shell begin to un-ravel in your mouth. These folds save your mouth from the shock factor of a full burrito bite — dulling the otherwise overwhelming taste. You slowly push the rest of the chunk into the sides of your cheeks and continue to chew. With each grind, the bacon and cheese release more savory flavor bursts. Finally, you swallow your first bite. Satisfying a hole in your stomach that you didn’t know existed. Thankfully, you look down to see the rest of a wounded burrito. The wonderful salty scent wafts up from the gaping hole. Without hesitation, you approach for a second bite. This time attacking the other corner. Suddenly, you are surprised. Your mouth is quickly flooded with tangy juices. The guacamole and salsa nearly overwhelm your taste buds. Fortunately, the excessive folds of the tortilla save you. You continue to chew, and more flavors arise from the bite. Savory cheese begins to mask the sweet tang from the initial burst. You swallow and look down to see a fully opened burrito. Now, able to see the contents, you rotate it 90 degrees. Moving the salsa and guacamole to the top with the egg, bacon and cheese below. The distribution is perfectly uneven. The bacon more to the left and the cheese more to the right allowing you to make calculated bites separating the two flavor powerhouses. You approach for a bacon bite, and OH MY GOD is it GLORIOUS. The flavor is no longer dulled by the excessive tortilla. The bite is perfect. First the sweetness from the salsa hits the front of your tongue. Then, just slightly after, the sour flavor of the lime in the guacamole takes effect. Next, the egg and bacon flavor rushes through. Perfectly executed like a skilled boxer making a jab-jab-hook, you are blown away. You can’t get enough. The hole in your stomach that you didn’t know existed suddenly grew. You are hungrier and begin to devour the rest of the burrito. Through the next several bites, you black out forgetting to enjoy the food. You change from truly enjoying the food to merely consuming it. As you near the end, you come back to — trying not believing that the glorious, miraculous, delicious burrito is almost gone. Where did it go? Did someone else steal some bites? How did this happen? Fortunately, you still have a couple bites remaining — the two end bites. You gladly take them, but it is not the same. The dulling tortilla folds have a negative effect and do not allow the magical flavor dance to dazzle your taste buds. Your look at your final bite with lust and despair. You know this will be the end. The newly formed hole in your stomach is not full, and you know this bite is not going to fill it. You take your final bite — savoring the flavor. As you swallow it, you stand up and get back into line to order another.
On The Midnight Train [mf][exh]
Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name.
Swing with a side of Kink Part 2
His words made her insides all warm and fluttery. She didn’t feel capable of speaking. Her eyes rested on her husband again. Michelle making loud moaning sounds as he slurped and licked between her legs, tasting her and driving her towards her first of many orgasms of the night.
Her ass was still warm and buzzing from the paddling when he pushed her, making her put her feet on the floor or else tumble to the ground.
He stood in front of her and put one hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing down until she dropped to her knees. He slowly unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. She reached out and grabbed his warm, hard cock through his boxers.
She stroked it through the thin fabric with one hand while hooking the finger of her other under the elastic waistband, pulling them down and exposing his manhood. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and looked up at him, taking him into her mouth as she stared into his eyes.