Category: Erotica

I love how slowly it works. How confidently you start to read, sure of yourself. You look out at the story in front of you, feel the tug of it in your head and in… lower places. But that’s normal, isn’t it? You like to feel a little out of control, when you’re reading a story. You don’t mind being a good girl.

But the warmth isn’t quite what you expected. You’re used to it, when you’re having a good time, the prickle. The goosebumps as your body heats in the cold winter air. But there’s an edge to the heat this time. It straightens your back. Spreads your legs. But that’s still you. Right? You’ve always enjoyed sitting at attention, watching the words cross the screen like your favorite teacher. Feeling something pulled from you as you’re absorbed into the words, dragged past the warm wetness of your lips like a small part of your soul. But that’s okay, right? You like being a good girl. Read more »

“Hey! Good to see you! Let me help you with that,” He says. He hops out of his car and comes to help me on the sidewalk where I’ve been waiting for him to pick me up.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say.

“No, it’s fine.” He takes my bag and places it in the back for me, and opens the door. I go to step in, but he stops me.

“Can I get a hug first?” he asks.

“Of course!” I lean in and hug him, his tall body practically engulfing me. He squeezes me a little tighter than usual. I hug him back, gripping my hands into his back slightly.

After a moment, he lets go and we get in the car. He starts to play some music and we chat about random stuff. I can tell he’s looking at my chest, covered by a low cut blue top and no bra. I feel a smirk grow on my face as I get an idea. Read more »

My name is Madison and I am 43 years old. I am also the youngest CEO in my company’s history. My reputation is that of a fierce competitor in my business dealings. Our competition tries to steer clear of clashing with me when competing for new work.
At home, my husband calls me Maddy. We have been married for 2 years and have a secret lifestyle that is totally opposite of my work reputation. I am his sub. I do whatever he wants, when he wants it. This past week, he has been torturing me by not letting me have an orgasm. I was bad and came before he told me I could the last time and now I’m paying the price. Every day for the last week, I have been ordered to strip naked and suck his hard cock until he cums in my mouth. He knows how much that turns me on and he will allow me to get to the edge of an orgasm and then orders me to get dressed again. I’m in a constant state of horny because of my actions.
Today is the biggest day of the year for my company. I’m tasked with delivering a speech to the Board of Directors, outlining next year’s goals. My husband comes into the bedroom while I’m getting dressed and orders me to wear my shear see through bra and panties under my skirt. He then handed me a remote controlled vibrator and orders it placed in my panties. I know better to hesitate even though I am scared of what may happen later. Once it is in place, he inspects my wardrobe, smiled and told me to have a great day. He will be watching the meeting through his laptop.
At the office, I’m in full boss mode, making sure that everything is perfect for the meeting. I honestly forgot about the vibrator and my attire. As the meeting started, I feel a light vibration against my smooth, shaved, pussy. I began my speech, able to ignore the tingling until hubby increased the vibration. I shift my weight, trying to lesson the feeling. I feel my large nipples begin to swell and strain against my thin bra and blouse. My pussy is soaked by this point. I feel my pussy juice running through my panties and down my thigh. I’m hanging onto the podium, continuing to read off of my tablet. A DM pops up on my tablet, hubby tells me I’m doing very well and that I am going to cum now in front of the board. He maxes out the vibration and I lose my place in the speech. My assistant comes to me to see what is wrong about the time the orgasm hits. The old men on the board look at me in shock as I close my eyes while wave after wave of my orgasm hits. When its over, hubby turns the vibrator off. I adjust my clothes and look at everyone staring at me. I tell them that the reason I am so successful in business is because I am so passionate about my work. I get off on beating the competition. After today, I think they all will back me 100 percent.