When the stranger slumped out of his seat and onto the floor, Albert froze. He was petrified. Crap, he thought as the awkward panic began to grow. Albert had always feared that something like this would happen. Why is this happening to me? Of all the people, on all the buses, it's the one person sitting right next to me. To make things worse, the attractive girl who sprang into action to assist the stricken man, noticed Albert's inability to move. Their eyes met and he quickly turned away counting the seconds before the bus would let him off. What's taking so long? Finally the bus driver found a safe place to pull over and came to a stop. Albert quickly got up and walked to the next stop. He felt like a coward.
Category: Erotica
Conference
Part I (if enough interest, i can turn into a series) – X/Post from /r/sex question
I was at a conference. They always packed the seats in too tightly, but usually the session was half empty so we were spaced out. In this session, however, the speaker was highly anticipated so the seats were full. Since there was nothing worse than being sandwiched, I opted for a seat on the end.
I had spotted her a few times earlier at the session – an attractive brunette with green eyes and a slender – yet curvy – build. A quiet observer, i often imagined how she got dressed in the morning. And as you might realize, this was problematic for a man wearing a Canali suit – they weren't the most spacious insofar as my junk was concerned.
As she had approached my row for the session, I felt a simultaneous anxiety and pleasure. Anxiety because I'm naturally shy. And pleasure because I hoped that fate was finally giving me an opportunity my shyness could not sabotage.
I got into an erotica writing battle on twitter. 1000 word sexy story involving a movie. My entry is called “Cumbusters”
Hey, just having battle with @kafkarotica. We are using Reddit to judge what we did. You can follow me on twitter @SDavisBooks and read more at spencerdavisbooks.blogspot.com/
My favorite scene was coming up. It was hard to believe a movie this great was thirty-years-old. I peered through the hole in the wall where the projector shot the film to the screen inside the theater. Goldsmith Theater loved offering the oldies on Saturday nights’ midnight showings. Sometimes the seats were packed, sometimes not so much. Tonight was in between.I tugged the licorice between my teeth when the door clicked closed. Pulling my gaze away from the movie, I turned to see what the manager wanted.
Only it wasn’t the manager.
[MF] I got into an erotica writing battle on twitter. 1000 word sexy story involving a movie. My entry is called “Guardians of the Phalluxy”
Hey, just having battle with @SDavisBooks. We are using Reddit to judge what we did. You can follow me on twitter @kafkarotica and read more at www.kafkarotica.com
Guardians of the Phalluxy
They played an odd game of hopscotch to avoid the numerous soda stains on the floor. Coral had worn a shortish skirt with heels for date night, making her mini-leaps risky. She followed the rope lights on the floor until she arrived halfway up the near-empty amphitheatre. Then, changing her mind, kept walking to the top row, her boyfriend following.
"This floor is a garbage heap," she said.
"There is no garbage on the floor," Mylo responded, confused. English was not his first language, so he often took her too literally.
"So what is this movie about again?" Coral asked as they nuzzled into the bucket seats, lifting the armrest between them for extra intimacy.
"It is a comic book movie," Mylo said. “It is—how do you say?—images are not real."
Coral latched onto Mylo’s rippling bicep and smiled. "Fantasy. It’s a fantasy.”
"Thank you," Mylo said.
In the morning [mf]
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Good morning.”
“Good morning…”
She smiled so brightly in the dim sunlight, almost stifling a sort of giggle in her blissful state, until all at once Jonathan pulled her into her arms and she did laugh and giggling, settling to close her eyes and feel the warm roughness of his cheek against hers, bringing her fingers up to brush against his face just as well as to feel the scent of him fill her lungs as he remained to nestle his nose in the crack of her neck to do the same to her. They remained there for a moment, eyes closed and breathing, feeling each other, the sheer warmth of his body a great comfort against her skin, her arms and bare breasts as they had been left the night before. He held her tightly and pushed up against her again, and again Meira burst out into giggles, taking her hands to massage into his head and hair, pressing a kiss against his cheek, against his lips. His eyes opened to hers for a moment, just a pause, to see those brown eyes staring back at him with just the same brightness, the same slight hesitation… So very slowly, so cautiously they met their lips again, softly at first, briefly and affectionately, until the passion escaped along with her moan.
Working on a collection of scifi/fantasy/horror erotic short stories! Looking for a bit o’ feedback.
So, as the title says, I've started work on a collection! I'm about a third of the way finished, with all eleven stories fleshed out, and only the actual writing to be done. And now I'm basically just looking for as much feedback as possible as I move towards self-publishing.
What follows is the very first part of the very first story: Heretic's Regiment This little preview is decidedly SFW–the steamy stuff doesn't come until a little bit later. Let me know what you gals (and guys) think! Feel free to rip it apart or praise it to high heaven–I'll appreciate it either way XD
Also, if you like what you see and want to be a Beta reader down the road (could be a while!), feel free to message me and we'll get to know each other a little bit better!
Heretic's Regiment
Dirty Dishes [erotica] [fiction] [anal] [transgender] [tg]
She placed the palms of her hands on the edge of the sink and slowly pushed back against him. He responded by sliding his hands up under the blouse. His rough fingers against her silky skin sent a shiver of delight through her body. She pressed further toward him and could feel him hot behind her. Arching her back, she could easily feel his eagerness pressing against the front of his pants. She purred as his hands traveled higher to settle on her breasts. He cupped and fondled her as she twisted her head around to look into his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes stared down at her with a mixture of lust and love.
Read the rest … http://www.tg-fiction.com/dirty-dishes/
a rant about female masturbation from a female.
I just wanted to describe how it feels and what goes through my head while I touch myself when I masturbate. I've had a huge attraction to this one guy who moved away (we only kissed) so I usually think about him when I masturbate, think about his hands on me, him touching me, things he would say to me….etc. (Keep in mind it is possible for this to be a reality because I am going to go visit him in a month :) ) With that said, here we go:
[28MF] [First story] The Shower
I have always had this story in my Draft folder and I am just going to post it and see what kind of response I get. Thanks!
A Deal With The Devil [MF] — Would love to hear your thoughts! ;)
In the middle of the night, I awoke to see a large shadowy figure in my doorway.
“I’ve come to collect on your debt,” he whispered, his voice low and deep.
I froze. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon! The figure walked closer toward me, and with every step I could feel more goose bumps dotting my skin.
“But, I’m not ready yet,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“A deal’s a deal.” The voice stated from the shadows.
Having been raised Catholic, I knew shouldn’t have said what I did. But to tell you the truth I never really believed in all that Heaven and Hell stuff anyway. I just figured they were stories told to keep adults in line.
So when I said, “My god, I would sell my soul to be beautiful!” I thought nothing of it. I was just exasperated looking in the mirror day in, day out at my homely reflection. My limp, mousy brown hair, and my flat A-cup chest never garnered much attention from men, and I was starting to think that I would never get a boyfriend.