Lila stood in front of the interface. The hub was glowing, ready for her input. She looked at the screen floating in the air to the left, it showed the avatar representing her in the virtual world. The woman it displayed was tall and voluptuous. Her skin was a beautiful ebony black and her muscles finely defined. Deep black curls floated in a halo around her head. Triangles of red lace tied with string cupped her nipples and covered the trimmed black curls at the junction of her thighs. Matching lace thigh highs ended in impossible heels that she would not have been able to wear in the real world. She knew she looked like sex, and she knew she wanted sex bad enough that dampness was already spreading across her panties, but still the hub glowed waiting for her decision.
Category: Erotica
That Time of Day [MF, rough]
That Time of Day [MF, rough]
On a usual day, I spend my time at home keeping to myself. I read to keep the boredom away, but usually keep busy with cleaning and cooking. My husband wasn't always particularly dominant, but ever since a couple of years ago we've had rough sex. It's not particularly kinky. No, no Fifty Shades of Grey in our house. But sometimes he uses me like a toy. And I usually can't get him out of my mind.
Mike likes control just as much as he likes efficiency, and keeping to schedule. He likes control almost as much as he likes to use his enormous, circumsized cock to make me scream. I love him, and I love how his body flexes and glistens with sweat when he holds me the way he likes. And I love how perfectly sated he is after he fills my wet pussy with his load of cum, then kisses me on the mouth and holds me like a teddy bear.
In control for the very first time
Note:This is my first full length story and first erotica. It is still in progress any criticisms would be appreciated.
I was laying in my room when I rolled over and looked at my phone. It was another text from her. Memories came pouring back into my mind while I just lied there under my sheets. I remember how just talking to her got me turned on. How the color of her hair was among the most erotic things on the earth. I tried to talk to her and have sex with her but it never worked and now I'm reduced to the occasional message,but when I read this one it was different… Very different … I open the message and see a video and watch it. Automatically my penis springs to life when I see her masturbating in front of the camera. I just watched it until it ended and then saw the next text."Oh shit! You weren't supposed to get that!" Again speechless I just sent back "Well…. I got it." And began to work my hand down to my dick with lite strokes almost to orgasm already.
The New Neighbor
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Cheryl walked outside her door to a bright and sunny day.
"Lovely," she said out loud as she made her way to her car. Hitting the button to unlock the doors she noticed a moving van in the neighboring driveway. Had someone finally bought the house? She was still a bit early to meet her girlfriend Sharron at the mall so she decided it might be a good idea to meet these new neighbors. She walked around the white fence that separated the driveways.
There was movement inside the van. "Hello?" she said. "Is someone in there?"
The movement stopped. A moment later a young man hopped from the back. He was roughly six foot with blond hair in an almost crew-cut style. His build wasn't particularly impressive, but he could have been military. "Ugh," thought Cheryl. Military men had never been her thing, even less so when she was cheated on by her ex-husband who had been a military man himself. She ultimately chalked it up to her going for something outside of her normal preferences. It never would have worked out.
Marks, a short poem bout when dat bitch be scratchin you and shit
Her hands rush over my body like the tide rolling in. Slowly, creeping up to my neck but then, quickly retracted so she can run her nails down my chest one more time. The marks that she leaves are the best part. An orgasm will come and go (no pun intended) but the deep scratches she leaves scattered across my torso will stay to remind me. Each one like a snowflake, individual in its own right and always different from the last. Everytime I see them in the mirror, for one second, I can almost be back in that moment. I can feel her nails digging into my skin out of pure pleasure of that one instance. I can hear her soft moan rolling out in ecstasy, with hot breath being rushed onto my neck. Oh how she feels pressed against me… Just to relive that moment in the blink of an eye makes me bite my lip and want more. My lust for her is insatiable and the marks she leaves only serve to remind me how much I need her touch.
Wrote a Short Erotica Story For a Friend and Wanted to Know Where I Should Go From Here?
As the title states, I recently wrote this 3 page story in about 2-3 hours for a friend of mine and I'm wondering if I should write more separate stories, rewrite this into a longer short story, or something completely different? My friend enjoyed of story a lot, but I'm unsure if that was because I just tailored it to her kinks. There are some parts that I think could work better if I rewrite them, but personally I thought the first three paragraphs where pretty good. Please be and brutal and honest as necessary, but I's prefer if it could stay constructive. Without further adieu, I'll include the story:
Satisfaction
It started with a brush against the thigh. Neither of them consciously thought twice about it, but it lingered and simmered in the back of their minds, longing to be expressed. Hours passed, as did days and weeks, but the thought still remained and began to surface. Both subtly tried to hint for attention, though that went unrequited due to their oblivious natures. They both wanted it so bad but couldn’t find the words, leaving them to masturbate alone, thinking of one another, longing for their touch. She began to where new fragrances, blouses, and underwear, anything to get his attention. While he foolishly “kept it cool” and acted as if he didn’t notice, though he saw every change, every haircut, every sideways forlorn glance and he wanted her touch so bad.
I need help finding a story
One of my devices broke and I lost all of my bookmarks. I will describe the story below.
Daughter of a politician who misbehaves is sent to therapy. Therapist hypnotizes "she's a dirty girl who needs to clean up her act". Her parents don't believe her because she's a delinquent. She starts masturbating in the shower (trying to get clean). She shaves her pussy to get more clean, her mom sends her back to therapy. A few months later an election is happening. Her dad is on stage giving a speech about the city is dirty and needs to clean up it's act. This triggers her and she shows how clean she is to the whole world (masturbates on stage) ruining the election. She then becomes a porn star.
The story might be something like "dirty girl cleans up her act" but I can't find it.
Actual English professor here – hope none of you guys are my students! WARNING – BDSM CONTENT.
I come crawling into the room on all fours up to where you sit on the couch. I look at you and after a short while, you nod and I take your pants down. Then you make me sit and wait while you restrain only my legs (a reason for this – stay tuned).
I crawl up to you again and with your permission, I take you in my mouth. I take ALL of you in my mouth. I have the ability to suppress my gag reflex and I deep throat you and all you hear is that "ugh, ugh, ugh" sound a woman makes when she is taking it deep, deep down the throat. You pull my hair, hard, and tell me what a good girl I am. I suck on you hard, so hard – like I am trying to get every inch of you inside of me. After a while, you start to cum and I suck you harder so I can get your whole load. It fills my entire mouth, and I swallow it while "mmmming." There is so much, that it drips down my face and onto the floor. I use my fingers to mop up my face and and then lick them slowly – you taste so good I need every single ounce of you. Then I lie face down while I lick the floor to get whatever was left behind.
An Awakening Story
Hannah struggles with her weight most of her young life. She is always paranoid about weight gain. She would step on her weight scale dozens times a day. She is only 22 but she is hoping to stay in top shape until her 50s… How is she going to keep a hot guy if she gets fat? All married women in her family have already got out of shapes. They all looked beautiful and slim when they were younger, but once they hit 30s, they gained much more weight.
They are married with kids, which explains why they just let themselves go, and they just seem so… happy having done so. Many women do let go once they get married, especially in this country.
Not that she looks down at her family. They are loving people, hard working, and supportive of Hannah. Her mom always put her daughters first, then the rest of her family, before herself. There is no sign of dwindling love between her parents either. If anything, their connect gets stronger over the years, to the point where dad would frequently express public affection to mom. Hannah would pretend to have goosebumps, and act like shaking from cold, whenever her parents act too lovey dovey. Deep down she envies them, secretly longing for such unconditional love… then maybe one day she can just be herself, like her mom.
Office Fun
I looked in the reflection, from the shiny black surface on the wall. I adjusted my stockings, dark and sheer with a thin line in the back, the problem with these stockings is because I'm so OCD with it. It has to be straight…at least at first. My shoes clacked as I walked up the stairs, high heels hitting the hard floors. The shoes were lacey, wrapped around my stocking covered feet. I walked through the door and I see you looking at me, as though waiting. You leaned forward on your desk intertwined your fingers into each other and rested your chin on top of the lattice. I stepped forward and closed your door behind me. Slightly nervous, I can feel your eyes burning into me up and down, slowly, assessing what I have chosen perhaps? White button down shirt, not quite see through, but definitely able to make out the black, lacey bra I had on underneath, black skirt waist height, split in the back almost to my ass.