I want to hold hands, watch a movie. Start to kiss, i slowly kiss your neck and nibble your ear lobes, I work my way down your back kissing and biting it, teasing you so slow and gently. Slowly make way you to your butt, kiss it, bite it, give it a few FIRM but not too hard smacks….. Slide my fingers into your warm box because its aching for dick by now…… then ill roll you over, Kiss your neck, make may way down to one breast suck on it while firmly squeezing the other, then ill kiss down your belly to your honey hole, kiss it, kiss the thighs around it, lay my flat tongue on it and paint you a birmingham…… then ill point my tongue on the lil clitty and work it like a texas TORNADO, then ill ram my wet tongue up inside of your cute lil whole Until you are SCREAMING, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!! Then Ill crawl up, slowly ease my rock hard cock into that tight warm hole and Slowly stroke , trying not to blow because i want to feel you wrapped around me as long as possible…… Then when youve cummed so hard you are sore and just want it to end, Ill pull out and either go on a towel like a gentle man, or you can take my warm load on your belly, thats right i go raw, its the only way…..
Category: Erotica
In The Laundry Rm. [FM][inc][voy][mast]
It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.
[MF Vanilla] Steamy Makeout at the Debate
This isn’t incredibly explicit (a little bit at the end). I was just watching the debate and got frustrated, then bored, then a little horny. So I wrote a little erotica! Sorry if this is lame. There’s art that goes along with the story and a little political message about Prop 60, which is pretty important if you live in California, so I’ll link to the original version on my blog in the comments. Thanks for reading!
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“You can’t think [MALE CANDIDATE] will be stupid enough to answer this question, do you?” [MALE CANDIDATE]’s handler asked, throwing the stack of blue notecards on the desk in front of the white-haired moderator. They hit with a flat smack and rebounded in to a little blue snowstorm.
It was only an hour until show time. Rex reflected that the handler really should have glanced at the questions before now. They were all supposed to be pre-approved.
Jenna looked at him over her glasses. “Look like your boy is going to be a little flustered. I’m anticipating another win for [FEMALE CANDIDATE].” Rex hated Jenna, but her voice gave him butterflies every time. Well, not just her voice. He liked that those green eyes that seemed to be blazing at him. He loved her figure: curvy, a true hourglass; and she knew just how to show it off.
Someone was writing Modern Family erotica for me…
I got a new account…send it here please
[Club can’t handle us]
Its always bin my fantasy to walk into a club and hook-up.
Have some drinks (no beer) only hard to relax what you intend on doing.
There are women all over the place some ive seen MUST have a fake ID. Still 18 is legal.
(The mission) she has to have a skirt on. Easy access, ive noticed from my many club scene take home hook-ups.
These chicks dont wear anything. Just a skirt.
Ok next jump into the middle of the dance floor, shake off some amped energy.
Start scoping look around you, up and down scanning the floor to your own vision line.
That way your clear to acttract the lady you will be fucking right there on the dance floor hah
No biggie im smooth and a well indowed player.
I found her!
Through the movement of the crowd, i see a bleach white very short skirt barely covers the bottom of her ass cheek. Dark tanned skin beams off the strobe and disco lights.
Feeling pumped i swoop her from the hips raising her up higher than the crowd.
Damn shes the perfect height must be no more than 5’5″ adding her heels 5’7″
Putting her down we didnt say much but she smirked vicariously, at my bold move.
Continuing to dance another song and a half, i felt the urge rising thru me the sensation, so i flipped her hair back and said.
“You want too try the wildest fantasy this side of no. 5 orange has seen?” she replied ” well i dunno… what is it?” shes deffinetly digging me. So I pitched her my dream and she said ” well since where here” cutting her off slightly ” you look left ill look right ” just as fast as they both cleared the room for bouncers.
“Its clear”
They both repeated, he grabbed her threw her up on his muscular hips. Where she was situated fine.
They commensed a slow pelvic hump, this way she put her hands down below and grabbed Bravo’s pants, tugging the solid shaft. She is so graceful looking down to crack the button open.
Sweet tension built in that short time, we both agreed to connect at the hips.
As the rod came out to salute the sky, she gasped deep with joy.
Bravo jolted forward into her. So deep in the crowd of people, their own essence of time was captured.
No one around just passionate sex for the moments he pursued to make real.
Caroline’s First Ass Fuck (MF, anal)
Caroline stared at the alarm clock, it wasn’t hers but they all looked the same with their red numbers floating in blackness illuminating the side table. She watched them for what seemed like an eternity, her mouth gaping wide open and her eyes like saucers.
She wasn’t silently screaming, or horrified… she was…
Amazed.
His dick felt so good… too good…
She was no prude when it came to sex, not a terrible lay, not unpretty but more average than sexy. She was terrible at hand jobs like most girls, was okay at blowjobs (she seemed to get the job done but had never really explored it) she hated when a guy would go down on her so she didn’t feel much affinity for oral sex tricks. She never felt clean enough, or was self-conscious about what to do with herself while he was between her thighs. She liked sex, but could only cum with her fingers on her clit. Still she always thought of herself as being open, a free spirit when it came to sex…
My god… he’s just letting it sit there… ugh…
[Incest] [Continuation] Me and my mother have had a sexual relationship for over a decade now, I’ve never told anyone until now.
I would never tell anyone about my relationship with my mother, except for maybe a therapist, but probably not even then. I suspect however, that my mother has told at least one person, and probably only this one person.
When I was in 11th grade I took an introductory psych course, the teacher was the mother of one of my close friends. She was pretty good looking but about 10 years older than my mother. She had brunette hair, blue eyes, with a slightly busty figure and a kind of a nice ass even though it seemed she didn’t put too much work into her body. She was maybe slightly over weight and 5’4. She was very much an eccentric. Because me and her son had been friends for a long time, my mother became very close friends with her. I always thought she might have suspected something between me and my mother, when I was at her house visiting my friend she would constantly ask me if I was seeing any girls. She even tried to ‘ship’ me with a girl in my psych course but that of course failed. She had a doctorate in Psychology and specialized in Freud. She would very often mention the Oedipus complex and sometimes go on rants about it. She would talk about Freudian interpretations of Hamlet and said that every son in their sub Conscience sexually desires their mother. Her son wasn’t in the class but I believe he took her class another year and I can only imagine how awkward that must have been for him.
(M/F) Dirty cop’s punishment
(I adapted this from a story I wrote for someone a while back. My first one as well as my first post.)
“What the fuck did I do?” I yelled, knowing full well she had caught me in the act of committing a crime.
“Hands behind your back,” as she drove her elbow into my back to get me to submit.
“Yeah, yeah I know the routine,” I muttered as I obliged. She cuffed me and marched me to the squad car. Then I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the car window.
She had lustrous black hair that flowed to her neck. Her full lips were slightly parted and I could see her immaculate teeth.
My eyes wandered down to her cleavage. Her breasts looked perky and perfect-sized, with a trickle of sweat running down into the valley. I could tell she had a nice, toned tummy despite not being able to see it.
“Do cops always wear booty shorts?” I wondered aloud.
“Shut your ass up, perp!” She silenced me. I continued to admire her. Her perfect round ass strained at the seams of her shorts, pushing them to the limit. She was shorter than me by about half a foot. Her legs were long enough though.
Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 5: Prisoners [mmf][toys][bondage][oral]
As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand. The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore. Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.
Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.
They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle. After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate. Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes. This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library.
Snowy The Fairy [mf][size difference][nonconsent]
It was nearing dusk on a summer’s day in the Veil Forest, the time when fairies would emerge from hiding. One such fairy was Snowy. She stood 25 centimeters tall, with short vibrant blue hair and orange butterfly wings, feathery antennae, and honey-colored eyes that always looked a bit sad. She had no need for clothing in this weather, and was enjoying the warm breeze on her skin when she heard someone crying. It was coming from the edge of the forest, which bordered a small human town. The further from the deep forest, the less safe for a fairy, but Snowy’s curiosity got the best of her. She fluttered steadily toward the sound, looking for its source.
It was a human girl weeping. Eyes shut tight, she was leaning against a tree and clutching an empty jar against her chest. There was a colorful kerchief over her hair and she wore a pretty dress, strange attire for a walk in the woods. Snowy’s curiosity grew, and she hovered as near as she dared. This human didn’t seem dangerous, though. She was not very big, and not a hint of malice could be detected in her heart.