Introduction: The wheels of the cab rolled along the dusty roads winding through the trees. The evergreen forests of the Norwegian were fullest and brightest in the Summer time, and June first had just arrived. Sabrina should have felt more excited – after all, she has just been awarded a fellowship to do her Master's thesis research abroad in Norway – and yet something was amiss. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was because Jean's grandparents were Norwegian immigrants to the United States. But, shit, why should she care to think about Jean, anyway. When she decided to go to the University of Warwick in the U.K., Jean just couldn't handle it. She couldn't totally blame him for wanting to take his offer at Cal Poly, but Sabrina hadn't wanted their relationship to fall to pieces over it. And yet, that's just what their careers had done. Almost two years ago, Jean told Sabrina if he had to bear the pain of being apart from her for years, he'd rather not be reminded by phone and video day in and day out. What an asshole.
Category: Erotica
[mf] Switch hitters and candle wax.
I lay in bed as she plays games on her phone. I tell her how I could resist her pussy if I wanted to, and of course she takes this as a challenge. She begins to throw my legs apart and rub her body against mine. I laugh her attempt off and continue to watch TV. She rubs my cock with her tits before putting me in her mouth. It feels amazing, I can feel her tongue passing every inch of my cock as it slides in and out of her mouth. She looks up and gives me a smug look as if she's won, but I just retort with the fact that I'm not in the right hole for her to win. She then drapes herself over me and attempts to stick my cock inside of herself but I pull it away from her grasp. She then falls forward and sticks out her magnificent ass and pleads for me to stick it inside of her and fuck her from behind. I am determined though, so I once again wave it off. "Fuck me now or don't fuck me for a while" she says. Damn, she's got me.
[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)
Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.
Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.
“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.
“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.
“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”
“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading.
At The Office [mf], pt. 2
Your breath is coming in ragged starts and stops. I put my lips close to yours and ask… "Should I continue?" You silently nod yes.
My teeth sink into your neck, grabbing at your flesh, biting your hungrily. My hands begin to knead your breasts now, a little more roughly. I'm enjoying how pliant and supple your body is. How willing you are. My hands are strong on your breasts, squeezing them and plucking gently at your hardening nipples. I growl into your neck. You can feel my desire. How much I need you, want you, must have you.
Right now.
Still behind you, I press my hips into you, and you can feel the hardness against your behind. I slide a hand down your belly, tracing the curve of your waistband, sliding a finger just underneath your pants, feeling your bare skin. I stop a moment from devouring your neck to kiss you again…deeply, desperately. I move against you and you begin a gently seductive sway of your hips. It is irresistable and I have no intention of resisting.
Quick Flash – I may need to get another job… Part 3 [MF][Interracial]
Quick Flash – I may need to get another job… Part 2
Katie,
I’m going crazy! I’ve had to wait all day and it is making me an unproductive lunatic!
Jamal wasn’t in the office when I arrived this morning so I kept my eye on his new assistant. I have no idea what her name is, because I honestly don’t care. She is just a temp who is working with him until his assistant returns from maternity leave. I suppose I should learn her name as she could be useful. Anyway, as soon she went to the lunchroom for coffee, I followed her. After I poured my coffee I tried to nonchalantly ask when Jamal was coming in. I made up some lame excuse about having some reports I wanted to discuss with him.
I think that smart little bitch is catching on. She told me that his plane was delayed and then gave me a wink. Although she did say she would let me know when he arrived. It is so hard to get information out of her without blurting out, “Can you please tell me when that amazing, handsome, intelligent man with the big cock returns?” I hope she is an ally and not an enemy, or I will definitely be looking for another job.
At The Office [mf]
We work together. I cannot help but notice how sexy you are. Yet I can't bring myself to say anything, or make a move.
But one day, there you are, at work, and we are both leaning over a desk. You are explaining something to me, who knows what, because I am intoxicated by your closeness. I can feel your warmth. I inhale your sweet perfume. Our shoulders brush against each other. And then you do that thing, the thing that many women casually do without even thinking, that drives men insane. With a toss of your head, you flip your hair out of your face, baring your neck. I cannot resist.
I have no idea what comes over me, but I reach out with one finger and gently stroke your neck. I don't know what I'll say when your eyes flash at me in anger but I don't care.
The Pool: Part 2 [mf]
"No." I whispered.
Candace lifted herself up onto one elbow and my cock gave another jerk as I caught a glimpse of her right breast. She pulled her sunglasses down and said tightly, "Get the fuck out of here!"
"No." I said with a little more volume and bravery.
"If you don't get out of here I'm going to call the police."
"I don't think so Candy. I think you owe me." Even though my voice was shaking I had to have her, I had to make her take care of my rock hard dick. This was just not something that masturbation was going to manage.
She reached for her phone and flopped back down onto the lounge chair. Laughing, she said to me, "You are going to get raped hard in jail little nerd."
What came over me then I'll never know for sure. Maybe it was just shear animal lust. Some age-old desire that couldn't be denied. I grabbed the phone from her and flung it into the pool. She gasped and went to rise off the lounge to retrieve it but stopped almost immediately. My swimsuit was about to break apart at the front seam from the hardness of my cock and now it was right in her face. Neither of us moved or even seemed to breathe.
The Washroom Stall. [Oral]
The clacking sound of her high heels echoed in the parking lot as she made her way to the entrance of The Rocker’s Pit; a wretched biker bar on the wrong side of town. As she walked on the freshly wet pavement, drunk passerby whistled and stared. On that stormy Wednesday night, she had chosen a pair of fierce Gladiator sandals that laced up her leg to end just before her knees, exposing her tanned thighs and leading up to a form fitting satin red dress. The strapless dress hung perfectly on her breasts and defined her buttocks so flawlessly as though finely cut like a diamond. Her golden blond hair fell long and wavy over her shoulders, back and part of her face, flaunting her luscious heart-shaped lips and almond shaped eyes.
She was standing in front of the bar and could hear the muffled music behind the doors as she reapplied red lipstick. The large wooden doors opened and the loud bass came washing over her. The vibration coursed through her body as she slowly walked into the poorly lit bar. The music was booming with a slow rhythm and for a moment, it seemed like all eyes were on her. She sensually walked to an available seat at the bar beside a quiet and thin looking man who drank cheap beer and scribbled on napkins. She ordered a shot of whiskey and scanned the room for her next prey.
The Pool: Part 1 [mf]
My mom brought me home from the hospital on a Friday and just nine days later our next door neighbor, Mrs. Best, brought home her newborn daughter. Candace and I used to play when we were babies. She even invited me to her birthday parties until she turned 12 and started getting tits. After that I was just "zit-face", "nerd", or "dummy" to her and that's if she even deigned to acknowledge my existence. I'm not even sure she remembered my name was really Greg. Now we were both 18 and I was heading to college in the fall. Candace was going to stay home for another year as she'd been too involved with her latest boyfriend and subsequent breakup to get in to a decent school.
Just the week before the events of this story I watched her eighteenth birthday party from my bedroom window. As usual she was surrounded by boys all hoping her bikini top would come off. She dove off the diving board again and again showing off her body and the way those lovely tits bounced. She would laugh and the boys would call out, "Do a back flip Candy!", "Do a swan dive Candy!" and she'd preform for them. My cock was so hard in my underwear I thought it would explode. But I wasn't going to be the pathetic peeping tom, jacking myself to the pretty girl next door. Instead I logged on to World of Warcraft to get my mind of my throbbing dick.
Schooling Mr. Scott (Taboo Teacher/Student Cheating Seduction)
As soon as Mr. Scott closed the classroom door on his way out to lunch, I clicked through the inbox of his e-mail he’d left up. I’m not exactly sure what I was looking to find, I guess just more about him, or anything from his wife. He’d told me quite a bit this year since I had been his Student Aide. Things he probably shouldn’t have, and definitely backtracked quite a bit while explaining. I knew he had a secret vasectomy, was most likely fucking someone else, and things clearly weren’t good on the home front. Not really things one should know about their teacher. It’s like his wife knew though, and every time she’d call and I’d answer because he was teaching, she’d be the biggest cunt, almost always hanging up on me.
It just felt weird that I had spent this entire year with him, and knew all these personal things about his marriage and stuff, but not really much about him. I somewhat thought of him as a sort of father figure. I could tell he really wanted to talk to me, but felt guilty because I was a student. His wife was right to hate me, I had always wanted him, and now that I was eighteen, I wanted him to give him my virginity. I was leaving for college in exactly 90 days, and would probably ever see Mr. Scott again, and didn’t have much time.