Category: Erotica

Its lunchtime again at Fullerton enterprises. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. I take the stairs to the 13th floor keying into the private elevator tan 11:55. By 12:15 I'm at Adams penthouse apartment with my panties around my ankles if there even on at all. An orgasm or two if I'm really lucky and then it's back to work. 1:10 I'm in the elevator. Using the mirrored walls I'm triple checking my appearance. At 1:20 I'm striding into the conference room setting up for our daily meetings. Like clock work the CEO Adam Fullerton Senior and his son AJ arrive at 1:30. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. 12:10 Thursday "This has got to stop AJ!" I plead as he pulls me into the kitchen. "I know baby." His reply breathed across my lips. He's kissing me breathless as he unhooks my bra tossing it careless across the room. "I mean it." I sigh as he's nibbling at the sweet spot where my shoulder and neck meet. The spot that makes my knee weak. Sliding his finger past my panties into my dripping core he mumbles his agreement. I'm so wet you would think I don't mean it but I do. One finger becomes two and my thighs quake. AJ's thumb is doing delicious things to my clit and I'm beginning to come apart. I'm walked the counter and fingers are still playing me. Pushing me. Making me come. Before I can finish coming back to reality I lose another pair of panties to AJ and his impatience. "I'll buy you a new pair." He whispers in my ear hot and husky thick with lust. "Uh huh" I moan back. My skirt is still on, easy access he calls it. Turning me around he bends my over the counter flipping up my easy access and smoothing his hands over the globes of my ass. He spanks my ass once of good measure. Teasing me running his thick cock against my dripping pussy lips causing me to whimper and push back against him. "Stop playing Adam." He knows I want his big cock buried deep inside just as much as he wants to put deep inside me. A few more second and he's blissfully home slamming into my womb. Thrusting so hard I swear I'll have bruises from the counter hitting my hips. However right now I really could care less, all I want is that next orgasm. Today is a two kinda day and I love it. Wet noises and the smell of sex fill the air. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. "This is the last time" I moan. I'm on the cusp of orgasm, it's only few more pumps to go. Even still it seems to far away so I'm reaching back rubbing my clit furiously. Flying. I'm flying into oblivion. In the distance he's laughing and coming balls deep in my cunt. Bastard. "This is the last time" I whimper but he doesn't believe me. I guess I wouldn't believe me either with weak legs that threatened to give out at any moment. I know he's watching cum seep out of my pussy it is practically his favorite part. I hate it when he comes in me, it takes extra time to clean up. Bastard. Friday 12:45 Text Msg Adam: "Where R U?" -12:45 Adam: "Damn baby I need U" -12:52 Me: "Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. I told you it was the last time. I meant it. Don't forget, daily meeting in 30." -1:00

We were both on a plane. We did not know each other. We were strangers on a plane. It was a long flight. Almost as if we were destined, you were seated next to me. I by the window seat to your right and you in the middle seat to my left. Little was said between us beyond the polite nod of acknowledgment. We did however cross eyes. And when we did, you were struck, it was almost as if the heat of the Egyptian desert had hit you all at once, starting from your face it left you blushing red and hot. It traveled down your neck and you could imagine my breath heavy on you, chanting your name in whispers. The heat flowed by your perfectly shaped breasts caressing them and turning them hard. It travels warmly down your stomach tickling as it goes by and stops between your legs. The heat now between your legs penetrates your tight little pussy and you feel my gaze upon them along with a warm sensation never felt before. You are embarasssd, flustered, and wet. The simple act of looking in my eyes made you gush between your legs. You tried to look away. You didn't understand. You didn't understand why you caught yourself looking my direction in hopes to catch my eyes. You didn't understand why you found yourself wanting more. More, more more. I knew this. I knew this and the thought of you wet in your seat made me hard. Made my cock beat in my pants. We locked eyes again. But this time, we did not look away. You felt the heat. The heat which was amplified by the intensity of my gaze. Your breath was taken away, your heart stopped, and you looked into my eyes as I stared into your existence. I knew you. You did not know it then but you accepted yourself as mine right there and then. By the time you remember to breath, your next breath gushed out along with a soft whimper and your juices. Like a stream of pleasure they flowed. Your panties are ruined. They are ruined but you don't care. You don't have the time to think of them as you're sitting next to me soaked in your juices. The man seated next to you on your left, asleep, grunts almost as if he was jealous. You did not care. You were lost in my eyes. Little was said between us. With our eyes still locked I slowly raised my hands towards your right hand and held it. this startled you at first but you quickly gave in my touch. The sensation of my hand on yours alone sent an orgasmic wave of pleasure down between your legs. I took your hand and guided it. I took it and placed it carefully on the bulge on my pants. You felt me. You felt each beat of my hard cock in your hands. Almost as if a sign of relief you sighed. and along with your sigh you begin to finally realize just how wet you were. This realization bewildered you sending yet another orgasmic wave of pleasure down your body. You felt a tingling numbness take over your body and your vision blurred. You felt me. All other senses were turned off in your body and all you could think of was my hard cock beating in your hand. You began rubbing me from the outside of my pants and I could see from your eyes that I had you. You were mine. I took you left hand and placed it carefully between your skirt. Your fingers rested perfectly over your tight little pussy. For the first time you felt how wet you actually were. You were drenched in your own juices, soaked beyond anything imaginable. This was only from my gaze and the touch of my throbbing cock over my pants. You looked into my eyes yet again. My eyes was your guide and they guided you well. Your fingers knew exactly what to do. Pushing your soak panties to the side your middle finger went in. You let out a moan forgetting of the people seated around us. Slow at first your fingers moved inside you. I lifted your right hand off my pants. You were confused. But the reassuring look into my eyes guided you. Your fingers did not stop. Slow and now heavy with two fingers. You bit down on your lips trying not to make a sound. I unzipped my pants and put your right hand in. You felt me. You felt me and you let out a moan even though you were biting down on your lips. You couldn't control it. Your body shakes as the orgasmic touch of my hard smooth cock drove you insane. You felt my heartbeat and my heartbeat takes control of you. You begin rubbing and stroking my beating cock in your hand. And as each beat passes through your right hand, it travels through your body beating heavily between your legs. It travels firmly down through your left hand controlling it and making it my own. Your fingers now mine move deeper and deeper into your tight wet pussy. Three fingers now they move strong and heavy. Heavy and firm. Moving as god himself would orchestrate. As each beat of my cock passes through youe body you become less and less in control. I hold my hand over your mouth now as sounds of pleasure seeps through the cracks between my fingers. You don't care. You've masturbated many times before but never like this. Never have you felt so wet doing so little. Never have you felt so out of control. Faster. Faster and stronger it goes. The fingers in your tight pink pussy crave you. Faster. Faster. Fast. My hand still over your mouth. I bend my middle finger and put it in your mouth. With my hands still on your face you begin to suck on my finger. The fingers between your legs did not stop. Faster and heavier they went. Deep. Deep inside you and strong. My warm cock still in your hand beats, beating and throbbing as your stroke it. The fingers in your tight pussy kept going strong. Faster and heavier than anything you've ever felt before. Strong and heavy. Fast. You bite down on my finger in climax. An orgasim so strong it leaves your face numb. You can't breathe. Your senses turn off. Your world goes dark. You lose consciousness. Read more »

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Hello, I'm back with an excerpt from my latest Kristi Campbell short, The Good Student. This time, Kristi learns that being a good girl has its rewards.

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The Good Student

In my first semester, I met a cute young thing at a fraternity party. His name was Kyle and he had dark brown hair, blue eyes and fine, almost feminine facial features. I met him during a round of “flip cup”, a party game where two teams race to right overturned red plastic cups on a table using only one finger. He and I were last in the line, and when it came down to him and me, he won. Afterward, after I finished chugging the last of the warm beer in the cup (my punishment for losing), he’d approached me and whispered into my ear, “If I can do that with one finger, imagine what I could do with all ten.” Read more »

Hello, fellow Erotica lovers! This is a short excerpt from my short story, Some Experience Required. This is the story of Kristi Campbell's "first time", as she gains new experiences at the hands of a masterful teacher.

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Some Experience Required (Excerpt) By Josie Daniels

I can’t explain how it happened. For a few minutes, we stood there in his living room sipping beers and making mindless chatter, and then I was standing before him as he sat on a bar stool. His hands itched at his legs as if wanting nothing more than to reach up and wrap around my body, but his mind wouldn’t let it happen. His eyes burned into mine, and mine into his and I tried with everything I had to send him the mental instructions to just do it – to rip my yoga pants off and to take me in his arms and fuck me until I screamed, to make me feel the way I had that night so many weeks back in my bedroom when he had invaded my fantasies. Read more »

“You must void yourself of sentimentality.”

Those words had been spoken to her long ago, when she was an apprentice at the Salaxastrum Academy of the Spirit-sciences. The school was governed under the strict auspices of the Matronati, women who had mastered the art of harnessing the energies that raged inside them.

From the age of ripening young women who showed promise would begin their instruction on the theory of drawing upon their salaxual energies. It wasn’t until the age of nineteen that Lexxia began to practice calling upon and controlling those energies. Some did not begin the Drawing until they were much older and some never advanced to that level, but Lexxia had been exceptional. And no one understood that better than the Matronatrix, the headmistress of the order. She constantly pushed Lexxia to reach within herself and beyond herself to realize that potential.

But that attention was not appreciated by Lexxia at the time. The Matronatrix did not offer her attentions lightly and her private lessons were often hard-learned.

At that moment Lexxia had proved a particular disappointment to her mentor. Bent over her instructor’s desk, Lexxia reluctantly pulled up her skirt to receive her reward for earning that disapproval. Read more »