As you walk into my office, I'm sitting at my desk. I motion for you to come over. I wait for you to come around to my side of the desk. "Do you know why I asked you stay late?" And without waiting for your response I wrap my arms around you and move in for a kiss, deeply kissing you. My body moves you closer to my desk with your ass just resting at the edge, I move my hands down your dress to rest on your succulent breasts. Massaging them rolling them into each other, I push open your top to reveal your glorious tits, I move my mouth to your exposed nipples, sucking them into my mouth and biting on them. Using my tongue to flick them in my mouth, I push you up on my desk spreading your legs open to reveal your sexy slit. Now that your in a good position, I move down to view your prize. I'm happy you forgot to wear your panties today, I bury my face in your forbidden temple, I suck your clit into my mouth, licking under the hood I use one hand rub the region above my mouth pulling it out of my mouth and sucking it back in. After I see you moaning with delight I take my pants off and bury my shaft inside you. Pulling your legs together and resting them around my shoulder, I continue to plunge inside of you, long deep strokes, innnnn ouuuuuut. I pull out suddenly and watch you let out a slight whimper as you want me back inside you. I roll you over and spread your legs apart, plunging myself deep inside you, I can feel your warm pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you back. Deep hard thrusts I slap your ass, and continue to push inside you, with a free hand I start to run it down the crack of your ass and rest my thumb on your asshole, circling around it I begin to push inside when I start to feel my lad about to give way. I pull out and rotate you around, looking down at your amazing body I can't control it any longer and shoot my load all over your stomach, with tiny droplets falling on your dress. With both of us sweating and breathing heavily I pull my pants back up and say with a smile, Miss X you're dismissed for the evening…..
Category: Erotica
Complete, original cyberpunk short story “Jizzemboweler” [mf] [anal]
[Warning: This story is not for everyone. If you do not enjoy the harder aspects of erotica, I respectfully submit, you may not enjoy this work.]
Jizzemboweler
Made in DNA
"Permission tat please."
The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course." Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his pecker.
She cupped his cock from underneath in a warm hand and placed her other atop the tattoo there. The scanner in her palm flashed a blue-white light outlining his dick.
He moved to redress, but the officer kept his dick in a firm hold. He froze. One wrong move and she'd send a thousand volts through it with her TEzer.
"Quite weighty." A trace of suspicion in her voice. She hefted several times, letting the meat slap against the flesh of her palm.
With cool, practiced calm, he blushed, "Ma'am. I do believe I'm flustered." The meat in her hand increased as the flow of blood brought on a partial erection.
She dropped his dick with a glare in her eye and signaled for him to dress. He did so, tipped his hat and started through the large, wooden gate.
Working in a Distant Land pt 1 [mf]
Author stuff – I definitely know this is a place to call home or hope to for my work after reading a couple stories and seeing the link to Literotica. I would say that that site formed some of my formative years when I had only dial up internet access.
I have been something of a struggling author for a while with a wide array of topics. I read somewhere a while back to write what you know. I claim not expertise but I have a pretty good imagination with sex and find inspiration is a lot of places and times. So I figured to start getting my feet wet with something I feel comfortable with I should write some erotic fiction. I have a few different stories in the works and this is the first part of the series Working in a Distant Land. I hope you enjoy and helpful critiques will be welcome. I know I have improvements to make as a writer and I would love to have an environment that I am comfortable in to do just that.
Part 1 introduces the subjects and doesn't have much more than story line details. I already have where I want to go next so it works for me.
Ivy (batman/poison ivy, MF) Open to ideas
Wrote this one overnight on my iphone while laying in bed, so it is subpar. I am open to constructive criticism, ideas of things to lose or add.
Ivy.
She's sitting pretty on the giant flower petal, Ivy, twisting and wriggling, waiting. She knows she's done something bad… On purpose.. All for one reason. The chase, the thrill, the capture. Her trophy, a petite little miss, dangling a story above her head in a bird cage like box, swinging just so slightly. The bait, the trophy, has given up calling for help, given up bargaining and pleading. She just stands and waits, and swings now.
Ivy can't help but look up, sneak little peeks up the trophy's skirt. Waiting to be punished, becoming impatient, Ivy's luscious red locks float over her engorged breasts, rising and falling as she breathes heavily. She considers lowering the cage, seducing this little woman, but it is so unlikely she will cooperate. Instead, she lays back, spreads her legs and rubs her pussy firmly through her green leggings, hoping the tiny woman sees… Watches. She can feel wetness slowly making it's way through the fabric. She wants to cum so terribly, but not alone, not this time. She slows her rubbing to a light tease and stares up at her trophy, waiting to make eye contact.
Lola [m/sm]
Hey Reddit <3 Nikki Crescent here! I have another story here for you. I hope you like it, it's from my book, Lola. Let me know what you think!! :3
The elevator doors opened and Frankie led Lola down the hall towards his presidential suite. He unlocked, opened and held the door for the tall, dark beauty. She walked in and looked around impressed.
The warm, soft vibrant city lights danced their way into the expensive room, gracefully lighting the expensive furniture and Lola’s beautiful face.
“It’s beautiful,” Lola said as her eyes twinkled, reflecting the vibrant metropolis.
“It’s home—At least for the night.”
“Where’s your actual home?”
“New York City. I haven’t been home in almost a year though. Even when we’re recording, we’re in San Francisco.”
“Do you miss New York?”
“Yeah. It’ll be nice when the next big band comes along and we can go back to back to playing bars and colleges in New York. Those were good times,” Frankie said, walking into the room. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”
Long distance made close (3)
HOME
We make it to his apartment in a short amount of time. Walking there, hand in hand, we don’t say much but, we do stop frequently to kiss each other. Hands all over, tongue to tongue, him grabbing my ass, me feeling the hardness growing in his pants, we’re insatiable. Our bodies pour out with heat in the cold night air.
He lets me lead up the stairs, to get another look at my butt, I shake it for him and laugh while he tries to jump forward and grab it again. Reaching his…I mean our door, he starts to fish for the keys in his pants. Seeing a bulge other than his hand I reach down and stroke him, through the pants.
“That’s not helping, you know.” He says smiling. “Who says I’m trying to help?”
The door unlocks. We’re inside, alone, yearning for each other’s touch. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Having taken my coat he lights a few candles that sit about his…I mean our room.
Standing there in the warm light, he comes over to me, wrapping his hands around my waist, bringing his forehead to mine and jokingly says “We can wait. It doesn’t have to be tonight.”
Long distance made close (2)
ON THE TRAILS
The drive to the trails is short, we don’t say much along the way, and his hand finds its place upon my thigh again.
Car parked and boots laced, we start to march up the muddy trails, following the lead of his smartphone. The air is cold but, with the warmth of our clothing and our movement, it is comfortable. One step after another is made in the sucking mud as we march toward our target. Apart from our boots, there is no noise in the late winter forest. The smell is fresh, clean, nothing but pine trees.
“It shouldn’t be too far down this next hill…assuming the service is good around here.” “That’s alright, it’s beautiful out here.”
At that, he stops and looks around, soaking in all of the evergreen beauty the day has to offer us. Done with the surroundings he reaches his hand toward me. I walk forward and our fingers entwine, as usual his hand is giving mine all of his heat.
Hand in hand we make our way up the muddy hill, through the pine trees and halfway down the hill, stopping at a tree bent in half by some powerful force of nature.
Long distance made close
AIRPORT
Having just spent the last half day stuck in a plane I stumble out to the Arrivals gate exhausted, ready for bed. I feel greasy and sore, my butt especially is tired from being sat upon; there are only so many ways to reposition one’s butt, after all.
Waiting, searching, wondering where I should direct my gaze to find him or if I should just look for the nearest seat, I opt to wander a little bit, dragging my luggage along.
Shuffling forward, scanning my surroundings one last time I see a likely suspect, leaning against a pillar. My gaze meets the welcome sight of the promised cowboy hat and the man under the brim. His eyes meet mine and a smile comes across his smooth face as he makes his way toward me. I can hardly believe it’s been a full year since I’ve seen this man, seen his smile, heard his voice, felt his embrace. But, here he is, smiling, strutting toward me like he’s just won the lottery. My man.
[MF] San Francisco first date part 2
San Francisco – Hotel Triton
Sandra was at the Hilton. Will was at the Hotel Triton, directly opposite the Dragon Gates of Chinatown. “Let’s stop for coffee, Sandra.”
The café was almost empty, just a few lovers talking softly in the dim light. Each table had a tiny lamp; the waitress, green hair and pierced who-knows-how-many-times, took the order, two coffees, one slice of key lime pie, and two forks, and stepped away.
Battling forks as they negotiated the pie, sipped coffee, and sat side by side in the booth, they watched the street scene outside.
Will leaned to kiss Sandra. On the neck. She paused. Shivered. And throatily whispered, almost too low for hearing, “More…”
He took her chin gently, tilted her towards him, locked eyes (“The most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen”) and teasingly brushed his lips against hers. “Yes, yes…. Much more.”
She placed her hand on his right thigh and they languidly enjoyed another cup of coffee, becoming another set of (soon-to-be) lovers talking softly in the dim light.
San Francisco – Room 644 The elevator, tiny, dim, groaned as it inched to the sixth floor. No Hyatt speed and flash here, just an old hotel, redone recently, creative designs, new fixtures, but, the old elevator refused to be rushed.
[MF] San Francisco first date
Dallas He tossed another crumpled ball of paper toward the basket and murmured “He shoots. He scores!” as the trash bounced in.
“This will take a while” he said as he reached for the coffee. “What I’m writing doesn’t capture the moment. It was so… clear then… so lucid… so perfect. How can I put that into words?”
He leaned back in the wooden swivel chair and put his size 11 ½ Nikes onto the desk. “If I can just remember enough….,” as his eyes closed.
San Francisco – Dinner Sandra had agreed to meet Will at the Tadich Grill on California Street in the Financial District. The old restaurant was three blocks from his office and two from hers. Both were in town for several weeks and had mutual friends who suggested that they ‘look each other up’. Will arrived a few minutes after the agreed 5:00 time, having sprinted the last block in his tan gabardine slacks and denim shirt, the silk tie he wore (in defiance of the ‘casual’ trend at the dotcom office) trailing behind.