You come in the door after work. I’m kneeling in the living room, in the center of the room, the leather sofa behind me. The one we bought a few years ago, and have had a few, well more then a few, fun nights. Whew! I’m getting a bit flushed just remembering. My hands are on my smooth silky thighs. I’m sitting on my long, tan smooth legs. I’m just out of the shower and shaved just for you. The skin on my knees, lower legs and feet is slowly growing more red and more irritated. But I continue to kneel. I see you walk in through the door. I look up, my long blonde hair cascading down around my face. I shake it out and wait for you to speak.
You simply walk by me and gesture for me to follow. I stand, and slowly start after you. My legs, ankles and knees sore from standing for so long. You lead me to the bedroom. You’ve attached ropes to the four corners of the bed. I smile and lie down on it. You slowly wrap the rope around my right wrist, then the left. I feel you tighten it. I pull, hard. You then work on my legs. You first slip a piece of rope around one ankle. My legs spread wide, almost uncomfortable, you tie down the other one. The bonds are tight, and I quickly realize I’m at your mercy for the foreseeable future. The though sends a pulse of energy through my body. You slowly start stripping. First your white collared dress shirt. Then, your undershirt. I can see your muscles, not bulging, but there, ever present. You’re clearly fit. You slip off your pants and underwear. You smile at me, sadistically.
“You ready?” You lean over me, whispering in my ear. I swallow, nervous and excited. You move down my neck, kissing, sucking on it. I moan softly, yanking on my ropes, wanting to run my hands through your hair, grabbing the back of your neck, but I can’t. You continue your slow sensual tease. Down down down you kiss. You slip my left nipple into your mouth. Sucking, nibbling, sucking, licking. You hear me moan loudly “ohhh master!” I purr You continue kissing, down my tight stomach, down down. You stop just above my pussy. You look up at me with a teasing sadistic smile. You start kissing down my leg, and then up my inner thigh. You get so close. I gasp and arch, moving myself closer to you, but still you tease me. I bite my lip in frustration and arousal. “Please Master!” I say quietly begging. You move down and start kissing up the inside of my other thigh. I moan softly as I watch you get closer and closer. I expect you to keep teasing me. So much to my supprise I feel your tongue on my clit. I let out a slow long moan as I feel you start to lick, slowly, up and down, teasing me, pleasing me. “Oh that feels so good!” I say squirming, trying desperately to orgasm. I yank on the ropes, trying to force you into me, but they hold fast. “uh uhhhh uuhhhhH!” I smile at you. I slowly grind on you, moving my hips up and down. You lean forward and kiss me on my lips. I can feel your erection pushing on my thigh, bulging through your pants. I can tell you’ve had enough. You roughly, desperately, almost animalistically yank your pants down. I gasp as I feel you inside of me. You stretch me, not uncomfortably and slowly and rhymically start to fuck me. Faster, faster. I can see you straining not to cum “Baby, hold out for a few more mintues” I say encouraging you, my own orgasm building. “oh baby! That feels ooohhhhhh” I moan loudly, as I feel an orgasm wash over me. Mere seconds later I feel you cum, deep inside me. You collapse on top of me, exhausted. We lie there for a few minutes. You kiss me, passionately. I return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. You loosen the ropes, starting with my wrists. I wince as I feel the blood returning. I massage them as you undo my ankles I smile “That was pretty hot, I can’t wait for my fantasy night” I say smiling at you
Category: Erotica
Am I doing this right?
[This is my first attempt at writing in a while, and my first attempt at erotic stuff. Is this how I do it?]
Jill was an amazing girl. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her every time she entered the room, it was almost as if I was always waiting for her to turn the corner, to come say hi. Her long blond hair flowing from side to side as she walked, washing her scent everywhere she goes. She was tall but just slightly shorter than I, slender, and had these delicious perky breasts. Her ass was great too, she hit the gym regularly and almost made her walking away from me worthwhile.
I hit on her occasionally, you know, just in case she ever changed her mind and became interested in me. For now though, we were just friends, but definitely not by my choosing. I would take her back to my room on a heartbeat if she wanted to. I liked powerful women. She was the RA in the college dorm I recently moved into and lived one flat below me. She was in charge of organizing all the events for us (she liked to party, so these were great) and had keys to all the rooms in case of emergency or, more likely, we should lock ourselves out in our drunken stupor.
Orbital Academy II [mf][tease][cunnilingus]
Every night before bed, Aimee set a personal alarm for a half-hour before her squadmates woke up. The plan was always to enjoy a quiet hour to herself, a respite from the busy schedule that ruled her life these days. Unfortunately for Aimee, every morning she would sleepily cancel the alarm as soon as it went off, so in practice she tended to be woken by the same alarm that shrieked the other rookies out of bed. She spit a swear word as her feet hit the cold tile of the barracks floor, and she wasn't the only one, as the rest of her squadmates dragged themselves from their beds.
Samantha, sleeping across from Aimee, broke into a run as soon as she disentangled from her covers, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, yelling "First for showers! Dibs!" Aimee smiled, pulling her blankets around her like a makeshift cloak. "More time for us to get warm," she muttered sleepily to no one in particular. The Academy orbital station had many luxuries that the smaller civilian stations did not, but it didn't have the energy to waste on extra water or heating. The barracks was kept just warm enough to be livable, and its' two-unit shower only had the water for nine showers of exactly fifteen minutes each. Though the squaddies tried not to go over their time, the final two always had less water than everyone else. Aimee looked at the bunk next to her; Marcus still curled in a ball, and Li in the bunk above, awake but clearly not going anywhere. She cuddled into her blanket, confident that she wouldn't be last.
Melissa (true story, x-post Breeding)
A few years back, I was between girlfriends, but that didn't stop me from wanting sex. I'm not a novice when it comes to internet dating, not even when it comes to casual hookups, so I was browsing the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist looking for some fun times in bed. It was there that I met Melissa.
She had posted an ad looking for a casual lover, and as anyone who has tried to meet people through Craigslist can attest, I was surprised when I actually got a response from her. We emailed back and forth for a while, got to know each other, and decided that we were a pretty good match. We set up a time and place to meet.
The original plan was to meet at the coffee shop on the ground floor of her building, but I ended up going up to her room instead. I’d already seen some pictures, but when she opened the door, it was the first time I’d seen her in person. She was shorter than me by about a foot, but I’m over 6 feet tall, so that was nothing new. She had straight black hair down to her shoulders, pale skin, and wore black glasses. She was a heavier girl, but frankly I like a woman with some meat on her. I’m very much a boob guy, and she had boobs to spare.
First and Final Women [mf; a little grim]
The first girl's hair is wet and smells like chlorine; he clumsily tries to push it from her face when she kisses him.
The last girl's teeth are yellow and half-missing.
There is a succession of women between: illicit under-the-bleachers fucks, quick dirty shags on the couches in the places where he buys his hits, a year of nothing but April with her dyed-black hair and her painted toenails and perfect slurring voice. A handful of easily-impressed nose-ringed hippie girls at whom he quotes Kerouac until they fall for it. A chubby girl with enormous green eyes, encountered at the bookstore. A zoned-out rich girl with expensive shoes, snagged from a party he wasn't qualified to be at.
The first girl takes his hand and pulls him into the downstairs bathroom when no one is looking, and when he realizes what is happening his heart races.
The last girl crawls into his sleeping bag and puts her hands into his jeans, and at first he tries to push her away, disgusted, ashamed.
Ghosts that Linger
A man marched into the ballroom, skin clammy, clutching a half drunk glass of scotch and its parent bottle. The room was empty, cleaned and closed for the night. Almost all the chairs were stacked seven or eight high and the tables were all covered with plain white table clothes. After one in the morning not even the cleaning crew bothers to come into this place. I set the bottle down on a table and dropped into closest seat angrily, making sure to face the door.
“I said I wouldn’t do this to myself anymore,” he thought to himself as he tossed back another quick swig of scotch. “I’m over this. I’m done.”
He had said the very same things to himself countless times over the past few months. It had become a mantra to him, one that was supposed to break him from this viscous cycle. Now it was just dull noise, repeated ad nauseam in his head, feeding the growing shame, melancholy, and lust. He hated the way he felt, the way she made him feel. It was all her fault and she wouldn’t spare a moment on that thought. He put the glass down.
A new batch of rookies at the Orbital Academy [F masturbation] [mf] [standing sex]
EDIT: This is the first chapter of a webseries, updated weekly. You can follow the series here!
Halfway between a silver moon and a green-tinged planet, Jane shifted in her seat, adjusting uncomfortably. The cockpit was too cramped, filled with the faint smell of recycled air and old leather. They'd been flying for three hours now, her and her nine new students, cramped within their individual ships and maneuvering through exercises all afternoon. While the time had been very helpful to Jane, it was also somehow both nerve-wracking and boring. Putting the squad through their paces on the very first day easily showed her which of these rookies would need help in the future and which already had a feel for flying. On the other hand, the exercises were so basic that only a newbie could mess them up, and if anyone was so unskilled, they would cause catastrophic damage.
"Marcus, Preston, ease up on the adjusters. It doesn't make much difference at these speeds, but if we were flying a surface run you guys would start to drift out of formation like that." "Sorry Miss A," Marcus' voice crackled over the radio as both offending pilots moved to correct their positioning, nudging the sharp noses of their cruisers back into formation.
Wife’s attempt at erotica of her sexual misdeeds
Hi everyone, I wanted to share a new blog that the wife has created. It's sort of a chronicle of how she comes to discover her sexuality, her dates and how she turns from a "good" catholic girl to a slut. She always enjoyed writing, so this is her attempt at erotica. Hope everyone is able to enjoy it.
She LOVES attention, and as long as people are reading and commenting, she will continue to write about her dates. Drop a comment or PM us. We both share this reddit account so letting us know what you think will help make this blog continue. Thanks for stopping by.
Morning Coffee [MF] [Cunnilingus] [Coffee]
The robust, alluring smell of warm coffee wafted into Lara’s nose as she leaned against the kitchen table. The vapor ran through her nose to the rest of her form as she took a long inhale and pushed back a ginger tress out of her face. Heavenly, she thought as she took the first tentative sip. The taste of the hot, bittersweet liquid was twice as good as the smell and the perfect cure to the frosty morning. She let out a little groan of pleasure. This was the perfect way to spend the morning.
A sudden chill ran down her spine causing goose bumps to rise up her pale skin, starting at her nude legs and following the course of her body up to her purple panties and faded green tee shirt. Her nipples stiffened on her petite breasts, much more tender during the cold winter months. She hugged herself, rubbing one arm while holding the mug in the other. It helped, but she wanted more to heat her up.
Peter walked in just then, bleary eyed, sporting this morning’s stubble.
“Hide and Seek” Short Erotica Story (mf) –Please forgive any mistakes, I write for fun, not for publishing.
This is a story I wrote to settle myself down. It's the universes gift to writers that we can rewrite our experiences to be what we actually thought should happen, not what did. I apologize for grammar/ structure errors, though if you want to say what you liked/disliked I am open to hearing what could make my next story better. Please find the remainder of the story in the comments section. Enjoy!
“Alright, today’s exercise is hide and seek!” The petite cheerleader type announced from the center of the crowd. Twenty to thirty people stood in a ragged circle around the little woman with the high brown pony tail. The sun was beating down on the small clearing surrounded by towering conifers. The temperature hovered around comfortable, but standing still in the open was pushing the definition of the term. Not liking heat to begin with one tall female eyed the shadows between the trees with longing.
“Get on with it already,” Muttered a squat female with a rope of mahogany brown hair falling down her back. The comment made the taller woman just behind her grin.