Category: Erotica

Dick and Molly. [mf], [oral], [anal]

The fact that Molly had her mouth wrapped around my cock made me feel extraordinary. It’s been months since I’ve had someone’s pink lips sucking me dry, hitting every corner of her mouth and teeth. Swift movements from her tongue elevated me to heaven, if there was one. Her brown lushful eyes kept connecting with mine every time that she would throb forward. “Am I doing it the way you like it?” she asked in an innocent tone, with my penis at the edge of her mouth. “Try putting it deeper, love.” It was as if my wish was her command, as if she were my genie, as if I were her God.

Thrusting forward and backward with my cock became tiring for her, I could feel the laziness in her mouth but she knew that her job was to make me cum. She knew that if she didn’t perform her duties she would be an embarrassment and a joke of a woman. Occasionally she would tell me that she didn’t like the taste of semen but this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. She was going to swallow my penis, my cum, and she was going to enjoy it. Her hands cupped my balls as she gobbled front and back, her soft, delicate hands filled with lotion and other delicacies. Molly knew exactly how to take a dick, and she was doing it as if it were her profession. Read more »

Carol

Had it been a scheme? Oh, definitely. If I went to box fit surely I'd feel better and look better and Jack would start giving me the sex I deserved. It meant an hour a week with Steve, a former army officer turned fitness facist, and fifteen other women. Big and small, old and young, who had signed up to shape up and stayed for Steve. Confidence increased and the outfits got skimpier and tighter.

Carol quickly became my sparring partner. Short but curvy, tits spilling over her sports bra. She always stood at the front for stretches giving Steve an eyeful of her cleavage and me a face full of her firm, thick ass. She carried herself with a confidence that only a mature woman who had seen the world could. Some of the girls disliked her, said she was a man eater, that she'd had more husbands than anyone cared to remember. Sometimes we chatted after class, I would watch her raise her cigarette to her full lips, deliberately wrapping her rosy flesh around the stick, licking her lips before each puff to stop her lipstick staining the butt.

"Josie," she said suddenly. "How about lunch?" Read more »

The Sailor

Jack knew I was out. Where he wasn't sure, but he had accepted that he was a sorry excuse for a husband and that I needed more to satisfy me. I had kissed his cheek as I left, his pathetic dick pressing against his cage at the contact. I bent over to fasten my ankle strap, my tight skirt riding up to flash my bare pussy. I winked and headed out. I knew he'd wait up.

The bar wasn't far from the naval base and I had always had a lot of success with the boys there. A pretty girl in a tight dress, down to fuck, wedding ring twisted to hide the gem. It wasn't long before a guy sat down beside me and insisted on buying me a drink. Tall, slender, dark hair cut short and a tattoo on his arm, twisting under his rolled up shirt sleeve. His name was Matt though I didn't really care.

"You know I'm married." I giggled over my wine. "Though he doesn't do it for me anymore."

"So you're a cheat?" He asked, eyes running over my cleavage. Read more »

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[MF], Oral, Submissive, Cheat: A Quick Stop in Baton Rouge

He sat across the table from her in the diner. Two cups of coffee steamed between them, un-touched. She looked down at the table and licked her lips.

“It’s . . . good to see you again,” she said.

“You too,” he replied.

May was overweight. Fat, in fact, she’d put on fifty pounds since he’d last seen her. But her hair was long, and rich and healthy, tumbling about in auburn waves. Her eyes were still a glacial blue. She glanced up at him and brushed her thick hair back over her shoulder. She licked her lips again. Reaching down, she pulled the heavy knit sweater down over her mom jeans and swallowed.

“Thanks. It’s been a long time.”

“So,” she said, licking her lips. “You still married?”

“Yep,” he grinned, “25 years this year, with a five-year engagement at the beginning, we’ve been together 30 years.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. She sighed.

“Happy?”

“Mostly. Nothing’s perfect. I understand you’re married, too.”

She swallowed. “Eight years. We, um, we have one daughter.”

He raised an eyebrow. Read more »

THE TUTOR (CONT)

She meditated for a moment; "but tell you what, we ain't done yet." she said and slid her chair back to the desk. "I think we can finish all this work before you ride is here, but we'll need to step up the pace a bit." she reaches for a jar of something that was tucked behind the pencils and nick-nacks. Its a small jar of vaseline, I had seen her use it religiously on her lips, I assumed she was grabbing it for this purpose.

"ok kiddo slide back a moment." I studied her face, totally normal grin, I slid back my chair and she looks down.

"Just delightful, my god, and those undies are unreal, little wet bikinis on a giant …"

She covers her mouth as if she has let the cat out of the bag. I chuckled, it wasn't news, I knew I had a big dick…

"Thanks…" I say with a grin.

"Ok I got an idea, slip that hog of yours out." She says as she pops the lid on the vaseline and uses an index finger to get a dime sized mound of it scooped up. Read more »

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I Saw You Watching {Part Two} [mf][vampire]

I’m caught between fear and exhilaration, panic and arousal, when you are suddenly so close I can feel the warmth of your breath against my face. Your hand moves slowly through the air, reaching up to touch my cheek. I close my eyes in anticipation.

Then, inexplicably, there is a warm wind and rain against my skin, and when I open my eyes in surprise I find we are on a rooftop, high above a frozen city. The rain moves so slowly, and I am disoriented all at once at the sudden change. Nothing else seems to be moving but the wind. You stand before me, smirking and watching my face.

As you move closer, closer still, a warm calm comes over me, and I don’t feel afraid of you anymore. A moment of doubt, suspicion of manipulation, passes quickly and then you are all I want to think about. Your hands reach slowly for my arms, gripping me as in my dream. I can feel the strength in your arms as you hold my arms tightly by my sides. You move in closer with your body, connecting your hips with mine, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, all points of contact fairly setting me on fire. Read more »

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Last call – and you’re still at the bar

(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)

(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)

'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'

I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…

'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'

I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity. Read more »

I Saw You Watching – {Part One}

{One} Last night, at the hotel restaurant, you sat alone at a table near the window. I saw you looking my way, averting your eyes when I caught you.

Later, I saw you in the hall on the third floor while I was out getting ice. Your dark eyes flicked to mine, then away. You passed by quickly, without a sound.

I’m pretty sure you passed by my room later in the evening when I reached out to pick up the extra towels.

Was that your shadow passing by slowly tonight, slipping quietly by my door?

Will you be there in the restaurant again tomorrow, sipping dark wine by the window?

It’s late, and sleep is evasive. When I close my eyes I see you, and now you don’t look away. I’m arrested by your eyes, dark and placid. My skin suddenly feels hot and prickly. You’re gripping my arm tightly, and when I look down I can see that you’re aroused. Your body is warm as it presses into mine. You’re tense and trembling.

When I turn my eyes back to your handsome face, you’re smiling but your sharp teeth are covered with blood. Read more »

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THE TUTOR

It was a rainy day after my summer school class, I was 18 going to prep before college. I got a lift to the tutors, she was an amazingly cheerful woman, late 40s, always made my day with her smile and always surprised me with how deliciously intriguing she was to me, some one who had decades between us. The woman that gave me a lift was an unconfident driver, and would not pull down the driveway of the tutors house. She was convinced the rain would make it impossible for her to get back out of the driveway…so I got out in the down pour. I wasn't going to argue with her…she was my nanny, and now, sole caretaker, after the accident. The rain soaked my clothes, which consisted of a pair of khakis and a black t-shirt were sticking to me. As I made my way to the front door of the tutors place she could see me through the window and ran to the door opened it and widened her eyes and showed her remarkably white teeth grinning as she frantically motioning for me to come inside with haste. Read more »