I saw her leave his room again the next morning. Again she carried an empty tray, but this time she wore a baggy tshirt and flannel pajama pants, feeling, perhaps, a bit too ogled lately.
“Oh,” she said as I approached the study. “I think I left my panties in there, could you grab them?” She stuck her tongue out at me and headed for the stairs.
I apologized, and though she didn’t seem interested in mending any wounds at first, our work was largely on autopilot until the organics matured. Which gave us a lot of free time throughout that week. We went our own ways, reading or exercising in different wings of the house, but she also came to me occasionally, bored, begging to play cards or twenty questions or never have I ever.
“Never have I ever given head in a public restroom,” I said, and Madison rolled her eyes, lowered a finger, and told me to watch my mouth.
We took a paddle boat out one morning, her in the yellow-checkered bikini, the sun warming her thighs as she paddled. We played tennis on the professor’s private court. We rode bicycles down the first floor corridor. And eventually Madison removed the towels from her mirror.
I still saw her leave the professor’s bedroom each morning with an empty coffee tray. Rising at such an early hour, tasked with such remedial labor, she seemed less and less concerned with hiding her nighttime attire. As she left his room one morning, closing the door behind her, I saw that her t-shirt was mistakenly tucked into the back of her white cotton panties, which were indeed mostly transparent.
“I see London, I see France,” I whispered as she passed, and she sleepily jerked the t-shirt from her underwear.
It was that morning that the professor asked me to make a few changes to the DNA.
“Nothing major, just a few tweaks that need to be done before the organics mature,” he said. “Always part of the plan.”
I input the changes, with only a few days until completion.
Late that night – after midnight, at least – I was woken by the phone ringing. I sat up to glance through the mirror, and in the faint moonlight I saw Madison in her bed, propped up on her elbows holding the receiver to her ear. She stayed that way for a long time, her hair hanging over her bare shoulders. then she rolled onto her back. The receiver still in one hand, I thought I saw the other moving rhythmically beneath her sheet.
Category: Erotica
The Woman with a Cigarette — 1
This is story is about Aisha. I’d met her early January, on an evening which was going pretty downhill. Pretty and pensive, Aisha was smoking, a cigarette after cigarette.
[The Woman with a Cigarette – 1](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/the-woman-with-a-cigarette-1)
It’s a story about knowing strangers, it’s a story about complexity in lives of people whom we pass by all the time, never to ask them how they are doing.
Well, if it sounds unsexy, it isn’t. Yes, it doesn’t start with the fun and light notes like [An Evening with the Girls](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/an-evening-with-the-girls-1); but there’s lots of sex. And even if it technically was a one-night stand, there’s a breadth of emotions and desires involved. Lust and love are potent emotions, especially if they aren’t for the same person.
P.S. It’s the Part 1, so, like all my series, it starts slow. If you want to binge on multiple parts later, make sure to check back after a week or so
Hooking up with the hot punk high school girl from the grocery store (M22/F18) (Age gap) (slow build)
It was the mid 1990s and I was living with some friends from college after we graduated. We lived right outside a major city, but our close in suburb had the feel of the city and you could walk to everything you needed, including a small grocery store. I ended up walking into that grocery store almost every day and I noticed a very attractive girl working one of the cash registers. My housemates and I all thought she was hot and would always try to go to her checkout lane.
She was a thin, long-legged, punk/goth girl with her hair died bright red and cool makeup on her very pretty face. She had a lip ring and a tiny stud in her nose. She sometimes would small talk, but usually in a very bored tone. One day, I walked up to the register with one of my housemates and she smiled broadly and said, “I love that band.” I was wearing a black concert tshirt from a punk band that I really liked. There was a long line, so we only chatted briefly.
As we walked back to my house, my housemate said, “The hot chick liked your shirt.”
Just sharing a thought, no story
My wife and I were in the gym last night. She has an amazing body with great boobs and bubble butt. I was watching her doing chin ups yesterday and she was looking hot as ever. At that moment when she was hanging from the pull up bar, I wanted to pull down her leggings for the entire gym to see what a great ass she has got.
To any writers, feel free to write something with this if you want. I will be your first reader.
Three’s Company, Four’s Even Better [MFMF][Group]
By the final year of Sixth Form, Michael, Chloe, Laura and Paul were so spending so much time together that their other friends joked the four of them were basically a couple. Michael and Paul had been best friends since they were 15, but in the absence of any serious relationships they’d both found themselves in what were essentially monogamous platonic ones. So when both Chloe and Laura joined the boys’ college for their final year of exams at age 18, the three separate units simply merged.
They were an eclectic group: Michael was tall, athletic and good-looking; Paul equally tall but a chubby drama nerd. Actually, they were both drama nerds – that’s how they met – but Paul often felt Michael with his sport prowess was almost like a double-agent. Chloe, a shrinking violet throughout school who’d blossomed into a curvy English rose – pale skin, pretty eyes, breasts that were drawing attention she didn’t know how to handle, was a foil to Laura with her lean frame, almost flat chest and aggressive grasp of her own sexuality.
The four bonded over a love of rock music, and spent most weekends with each other in one of the small, safe, dull London commuter towns in which they all lived.
The hunt
Damn that girl is a tease, that’s all that replayed in his mind as she shook her ass and dropped it down. Swinging her hips to the beat of the music it was transfecting. Why did she look so good in that thong? covering her mound from eyes but he could tell it was getting wetter as she danced. bounce, that tease, hip pop, drop, that lil whore, the slowest circle of hips and pelvic thrust, he wanted her. He wondered what she would sound like if he grabbed her throat and forced her up against the wall. Treated her like the prey she was: letting that beast finally break out of its cage. He let out a growl that was lost in the music but her eyes searched, as if she heard it. Her face Lit as if she knew she was prey to a predator. But then again this was the plan. He had been texting her for weeks working up the spot for this to go down. Then she did it she pointed her toes and showed off how wet those fucking panties were. The mess made him crazy. He wanted to taste it, pin her down and feast as if it was his last meal. The lil fox knew she had been playing with fire but would she know him? He held very still breathing hoping she wouldn’t notice the shadow in the back that had her in his sights.The dance was over as she grabbed the cash from the stage and walked off head held high and shoulders back like this line of work was just as amazing as she wanted people to believe, and then she did it, she twitched her hips and looked over her shoulder and did the lip fick that made him fight for the moment to claim her as his. Moments later a text of ‘come get me’ flashed across his screen with her naked. The tease, the lil whore, wanted it alright. and Adrian was going to give it.
Lesbian mothers are the best mothers – Part 4
[Part 1]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/)) – [Part 2]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/)) – [Part 3]([https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qg6vnu/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qg6vnu/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_3/))
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Some weeks with a lot of awesome sex went by. We had anal on the couch, anal on the kitchen, blowjobs in the living room, and a lot more. But at one day in summer, I met a girl. And I thought everything would change from now on. At least I thought.
There was this girl, Kira, which I met the first time some years ago in the school, but I never really noticed her until this very day. But at this day, I was really stoked: She had make-up on, but not too much, nice blond hair, and a “not from this world” body shape. Her ass was equally to the one of Margot Robbie – cute, but awesome –, and her boobs were also very big. But not too big. It was just my type. Perfectly matching my taste. I don’t know how I could not notice her the whole time.
At this day, Kira and I both wanted to get something from the Kiosk next to the school, I asked her out, and mentioned, that she is pretty beautiful. The blushed, and said “Thanks.” – I asked her for a date, and she was keen to do so.
Between the Slats [M/F] [Cuckolding] [Creampie] [Voyeurism] [Camera]
**Between the Slats**
One of the coat hangers fell off the rod as I maneuvered my way around the closet. I was in the process of adjusting my camera so it could record what I would be seeing between the slats on the closet door. “The tripod fits perfectly,” I said aloud, realizing I had plenty of room on the inside of the closet to watch the action. The bed would be in full view along with the large hotel room window on the side of it. I couldn’t wait for the show.
My wife exited the bathroom with her dark wet hair flowing over her shoulders. “Which one do you want me to wear?” she asked.
I stared at the two dresses that were hanging on the bathroom door and thought for a minute about my decision. I always love to see her in a sexy black dress but that night I felt like the red one was winning me over. I looked over at her naked body and thought about how the dress might look on her. “What about red tonight?” I asked.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Not black tonight? You usually go with black for this.”
[F][M] Sandra and her boyfriend, Antoine
Sandra and Antoine were naked in the quiet house. At first they hugged for a long time, just feeling their skin on each other. The house was chilly, and Sandra enjoyed burying her face in Antoine’s chest and feeling how warm his body was. Antoine had a big erection that Sandra felt against her belly. Antoine put his lips to Sandra’s and they were kissing. They moved over to the bed and lay down together, kissing again. She broke their kiss and felt inspired to move downward, where her lips met her lover’s cock. She kissed it a little bit, then nuzzled it. Then she moved back up to her lover’s mouth. It wasn’t long before she moved downward again, her lips meeting his even more aroused member. She kissed it affectionately, then she kissed him again on the mouth. This went on for a little bit until she went down once more. This time she kissed more earnestly. She opened her mouth. Antoine gently put himself inside of her mouth and tenderly began to fuck her parted lips. He was so slow about it and extremely gentle. She wanted him to make love to her mouth but they both kept it slow, making a game of him trying not to put it all the way in…and her a game of resisting sucking on it hard and sliding it in and out.
There In The Wicked Dark
There in the wicked dark, the witch Rosaline saw deep red eyes, and nothing more. The light of the great bonfire illuminated only the clearing, where she danced naked with her coven. They circled around the bonfire, entreating dark forces with their bodies. It was her first fulfilment of the Merrywood ritual, but she knew what to expect. As the fire died, greater and greater demons would arrive like smoke to take them, and fill them with dark seed.
The first trails of smoke appeared from the edge of the clearing, extensions of the dark from without reaching within to claim them. One trail curled around her, and danced with her shadow before moving to coalesce beneath the dancing feet of a male witch. She had expected brimstone, not lavender, when the demon appeared. A feminine, winged creature, with horns, a tail, and throbbing appendage.