Unsettling dreams wake me, my wife asleep still, oblivious to my re positioning to the other side of the bed. A slight creak i hear in the hallway. Slowly and stealthy in the dark, a shadow moves into our bedroom. I can hear the gentle snores of my wife as this shade comes closer to me. I can feel its presence, the heat pressing against my side of the bed. A hand, soft and sensuously presses fingers against my lips. I recognize these fingers, you are a bold one aren't you. Your fingers trail down my neck to my chest, quietly and sneaky, moving the blanket down my body. I move closer to the edge of the bed as your fingers caress farther down my skin. A pair of soft lips press against mine, your desire unquestioned. i can feel your hand grasp my now erect shaft, as your tongue enters my mouth. Your mouth then moves down my neck, sweet kisses and licks caress my skin. I feel your breath on my cock as you pause to quietly celebrate your victory over me. Those precious lips then kiss along the length of my cock. I try and reach for your small breasts but you playfully swat my hands away. Your distract me by opening you mouth and swallowing my length. Silently you suck and lick me, I push my hips out over the edge of the bed. As much as I enjoy the sensations you give, i desire you more. with great reluctance i pull back from you, move your luscious mouth to mine for a well deserved kiss. Slipping out of bed, i guide you to the bathroom, lights still off until i shut the bathroom door. I am greeted by your beautiful body, wearing a tiny teddy and matching pink g string. Your amazing nipples jut proudly through the sheerness of this micro teddy. You have always taken my breath away, but now the words seem inadequate to describe your beauty.
I press my lips to yours, hoping to convey the desire and love I hold for you. i gently kiss down to your neck and then spin you around to kiss down between your shoulder blades all along your spine. My firm hands grasping you butt cheeks, then down to your ankles. I motion you to put you hands on the floor, then grabbing one ankle i move you leg to one side of my head. You catch on quickly by moving your other leg to my opposite shoulder. Hands grabbing your thighs as i hoist you up, your sweet crotch now an inch from my hungry mouth. I love the way you smell, drunk with your scent i move my mouth onto your barely clad pussy and lovingly lick you through the thin fabric. My tongue sliding the string out of the way i can focus on swirling your clit. your juices flow and I am lost in the heaven of your pussy. You bring me back to reality by engulfing my cock in you mouth again. The race is on as you seek to throat my cock and I long to make you gush. our moths a a whirlwind of lust as each of us seeks to distract the other with our oral gymnastics. I lap at your nectar as i pours from you, i fight your masterful assault on my cock, not wanting to waste this opportunity you have given me.
I lower you gently to the floor, you look up at my with wounded eyes until i grin and hold your hand to bring you standing before me. I pull the g string down and wrap my arms around you. You leap into my arms and our embrace is joined with our lips meeting, my desire for you unparalleled in this universe. I look deep into your hazel brown eyes and smile. you then slowly impale yourself on my cock, your 5' frame nestled tightly against me at 6'3. I relish this sensation, this first time your sweet pussy accepts my hard cock. i kiss you mouth and nibble at your neck, you teddy discarded on the floor as nothing stops me from hungrily suckling at your nipples. you lift my head back up for a passionate kiss and begin pumping yourself along the length of my cock, bottoming out and then pulling away. our pace quickens as the night grows shorter. you eyes locked onto mine, my soul bared to you as we give into our animal passions. As one we explode in our embrace. In this moment we are oblivious to the universe, all that is, is right here between you and I.
Category: Erotica
Knock Knock
You answer the door wearing nothing but a half buttoned blouse and that wicked smile. Your eyes light up at the sight of me then burn brighter as I pull you into my arms for one long, slow kiss. It isn't like you to do this, in fact you didn't think this part of you still existed. But when my arms close around you and push your back against the locked door your pulse begins to race. My hands touch you softly, stroking down your arms before circling around your wrists and gripping tight.
You gasp, your breathing coming faster as i pin you to the door and begin to bite along your throat. Questions you meant to ask slip your mind, the desire to know quickly replaced by a desire much darker.
You wanted to be taken and I am wasting no time.
Your breasts spill out of the loose blouse I made you wear, the sound of fabric tearing and buttons bouncing along the floor making your temper spike as your body flushes. One of my hands tightens on your wrists as the other slips down to cup your breast. The feel of my lips, my teeth, my tongue, they wash over the hardening flesh of your nipples as I make your body squirm. Then i kneel before you, my smile dark and hungry as I slide down the dark satin panties you wore and toss them carelessly aside.
Hazel is the newest park feature.
Hazel couldn't believe she admitted to her husband that she wanted… she wanted to be a dirty little slut. The words feel so foreign in the light of day, but it was on her mind almost every night.
When she had a few moments to herself, she'd lie in bed, pull over the warm covers and pull her pants down to her ankles so she could spread her legs out wide. Hazel had accidentally happened upon an interesting feature in a Gillete Pro Glide, battery powered razor she bought. It occurred to her that if she took off the razor head, the stem of the razor would become a safe, delightful toy for her to secretly use.
She pressed firmly on the power button and with a click, brought the little stick to life. It tickled her fingers and her excitement spiked, knowing just how much better it would feel elsewhere. She nestled the tip of the stick just to the left and slightly over her clit, for a delicious but not painfully intense sensation that stimulated her imagination. With eyes closed and a seductive smile barely open, Hazel imagined being in a park on a sunny day. The sun's warm rays caressing her exposed breasts as her husband led her down a long, winding pathway.
Ivy pt. 2. .. working on conclusion or “more”. Maybe even a part 3. Open to ideas/suggestions.
written in collaboration with my69shawn Thanks for the help, I have never collaborated in this manner before, and found it super fun. Finished writing without you, hope you like what you see! **YOU CAN READ PART 1 HERE
Cheers!
He awoke on the cold, damp cement floor, head pounding. He rolled over, vision unclear. As he blinked, it became clear that he was still in Ivy's now vacant lair. The cage that held the young woman captive was lying in a corner, twisted from impact… the girl was laying nearby, clearly unconscious. He slowly picked himself up off the floor, to his knees then his feet, surveying his surroundings carefully. He spotted his pile of clothing, armor, shuffled over and collected them in one exhausted reach. He straightened out, put on the basics and approached the sprawled out girl. As he got closer he could see the rise and fall of her chest. She wasn’t dead. He scanned her body for any indication of broken bones, and when he cleared her of any remarkable bruises, he picked her up, draped her over his shoulder and left without a word. He walked briskly out of the building and into the Batmobile, making certain to be unseen.
Good place to post unfinished stories?
So, I have a story that is ongoing but in chapter form and I want to post it for you lovely peoples to critique; as those on the forum I have posted it don't seem to want to comment, let alone look.
I've had a look at a few websites, but I though I'd as what sites people prefer to use/browse especially for multi-chapter stories (I'm up to the ninth chapter at present). I am far from finished with the full story, but getting some c&c is starting to be necessary to the outcome and style. If anything it's probably a little late, but better late than never.
Oh, for those interested; the story has a paranormal bent, the protagonist Jayce develops the ability to project himself into other people's minds after being shot in the head. He then explores the possibilities afforded him with friends, workmates, even his somewhat sadistic boss with trouble following close behind.
Shinning Astral
I’d hold you tightly against my chest. I’d grab your face, half of my hand on your cheek and the other half on your neck. I’d pull you in gently but strongly towards my lips. I’d kiss you. Forever I’d kiss you. I’d kiss your neck and cheek. I’d pull you up and have you wrap your legs around my waist. I’d start letting my hands wander. Nothing vulgar, everything on top of your clothing. I’d continue to kiss you as I slip my fingers through the hairs on your head. My arm would be under your voluptuous rear as I carry you in midair with your legs still squeezing my waist.
As the sun continues its path downward and the day turns into a cool night, I’d throw you onto the bed. You’d playfully smile at me as the moonlight reflects your eyes, and I’d take off my shirt. I’d remove your top first, leaving your bra on for the time being. As I climb on top of you, kissing your face, lips, neck, shoulders and chest you’d start to slip off your pants. This would get both of our hearts racing and we’d stop for a small second, laughing in disbelief of what’s about to happen.
I want to share a short extract with you from my new book “A Night Of Revenge” Jena Peyton
Suddenly, she became aware of an aching sensation through her body. She felt her love mound throbbing gently and became aware of a slightly cool feeling between her legs. She felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure in her nipples as she realised someone was sucking on them! Her skirt had been pushed up to the top of her thighs, exposing her silky stockings and suspenders. Someone was pushing thick fingers inside her. They were pushing them into her slowly but so deeply and she felt her love tunnel tightening and dripping wet through. He realised she was awake and covered her mouth with his other hand. But this only served to silence her moans.
Waking up
Matthias liked having Naomi over. It only happened around once a month – they both lived busy lives – but it was always worthwhile.
He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but there was something special about her. Naomi was reasonably short, black, with beautiful eyes and a slim, toned body. She didn’t have much of an ass to speak of, but she has gorgeous B-cup boobs with perky nipples and soft skin. He had never asked how old she was (or if Naomi was even her real name) but he imagined she was around 22.
One of the reasons Matthias liked Naomi was she absolutely rocked his world in bed. She knew all the tricks and her pussy was tight and wet.
But there was another reason he liked having her over, and why she was the only girl he let stay overnight.
It was a Sunday, around 8 in the morning, and Matthias was in no rush to wake up. In fact, when he first stirred, he was tempted to close his eyes and head back to sleep. But he then realised why he had awoken.
My friend [m36] is trying to insist that I [f33] respect his fiancee. Apparently he needs it spelled out for him and this seems like the perfect sub to do so.
For two years you waited through prison to have me. You wanted me, my face, my body, these tits, these legs while you languished in a cell with only my photographs and the shower room to give you any relief. You wanted me so badly you had me be the first to visit you when you got out. Not your overweight fiancee with the low self esteem and the affinity for zen healing. No, you wanted the bad girl. The bad girl in six inch whore heels who you talked filthy to, the one with the size six figure and double D breasts who you could pick up and fuck against the wall with her legs wrapped around your ass. Not the fat girl with the elastic waistbands and the sensible sneakers who sat around waiting to marry you because she couldn't get any other man to date her. And we sure humiliated the shit out of her.
Chrissy Fills the Sexretary Position
Chrissy was filled with bubbling nervousness which she hid behind a professional exterior. She looked the part for her job interview this morning, albeit a tiny bit too sexy, and so far the tall, serious man interviewing her seemed like he wanted to hire her.
She was surprised that the ad for this secretary job had such an emphasis on the desired personality type of the applicants, but she wrote it off as a precaution against ornery old secretaries, which can be bad for business. Chrissy matched everything: "Upbeat, cooperative, happy, very willing, people-person". As a bonus Chrissy could type several hundred words per minute and had the kind of voice that could draw people in and convince them to trust her over the phone.
She was the perfect secretary by normal standards, but she didn't know that she was also currently passing a more unconventional set of standards.
Chrissy began to suspect that something was amiss when she caught the brown haired, handsome interviewer glance at her breasts, and she suddenly became aware that he could only be a couple years older than her at most. With a disinterested expression, he asked if she remembered that they had a modern and professional uniform they required all their secretaries to wear, and when she said that she did he curtly prompted her to give her measurements.