I had wanted you for so long, I had imagined this moment over and over. Now, looking at your smile, your skin, feeling my fingers run through your hair; it all felt like a dream.
Shit what we’re we talking about? “Sorry I zoned out for a second”, I tried to play it off.
“Oh were you distracted?” You asked shooting me a devilish grin before turning back to face the road.
I can’t be anything but honest. “I am just lost in you, you’re so much more beautiful in person. How did I manage to survive this long without being close to you?”
I hadn’t even realized we were pulling into a parking spot, the sudden stop of the car brought me back into the moment.
“No you” you said as your hand slipped past my jaw pulling me close. Inches from your face. My breathe caught for a moment as I looked into your eyes. Our lips met and electricity raced through my body. I grabbed your face as your free hand made its way to my waist and hips. You must’ve remembered me telling you what that does to me. My skin got chills and my back arched pressing my chest into yours.
Space thrusts it’s way between us as you break away, “Maybe we should head inside”.
I follow you in a dream state while my body begs me to get close to you again. As we enter your apartment I prepare to grab you close, but you beat me to it. The door hadn’t even closed yet before you push me up against the wall, your strong hand around my neck. “Finally” you whisper in my ear. That’s it. I can feel myself explode with wetness and longing. Your free hand tears my hands off your chest and pins them above my head. Your grip around my neck loosens and you slide your hand down my body and into my leggings. I can feel your lips on mine turn into a smile when you feel my wetness. Your fingers slide into me as I struggle to keep my knees from buckling below me. I can feel your hot breathe as you plant kisses on my neck in rhythm with your fingers sliding in and out of me. My whole body is shaking now, unable to fight the waves of energy pulsing through me. Being pinned to the wall is the only reason I haven’t yet fallen to the floor, too weak in the knees to keep my balance. You scoop me up and bring me to another room, carefully setting my still trembling body onto the bed. I waste no time removing my shirt, while you do the same. I pull you into me and your hand fumbles with my bra. Your cheeks turn red with an embarrassed smile while I reach back and skillfully unclasp it with a pinch. You’re so beautiful. I can’t help but explode inside looking at your face as you watch my bra slip off me exposing my small perky breasts and pierced nipples. I pull you into me with a playful laugh. The confidence I feel in your eyes is so freeing. Your kisses have descended down my neck and my breath catches as your lips graze my nipples. Your hands have made it to my hips and easily slip off my pants.
Now fully exposed I feel the cool air and a shred of nerves. I must of tensed up because you pause and apologize, “I’m sorry I should’ve asked, is this okay?”
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you right now” I say reassuringly. I don’t think anyone has ever even bothered to ask me that. Somehow that makes me feel so safe and so incredibly turned on at the same time.
“Then I’ll go back to where I left off, but first-“ the hunger in your eyes returns as you look me up and down,”you are so incredibly fucking beautiful.”
I blush and you step onto the floor, pulling my hips hard towards the end of the bed. Putting my legs on your shoulders, you make me gasp as your mouth meets my dripping lips. Your tongue plays my body like an instrument and my labored breathing turns to moans of pleasure. You place your hands on and apply pressure to my hips and stomach pushing me past my limit. My body gives way to waves of electric pleasure as I orgasm.
My body is still twitching as you come up and kiss me passionately. I can now feel how hard you are as you press your hips into me. When you had time to remove your pants, I have no idea, but I don’t care. Feeling you, feeling how turned on you are even after turning all your attention onto my body and my pleasure is incredible. I manage to move my previously weak legs around your waist and pull you hard, feeling you slide into my soaking wet pussy. This time you gasp, “oh my god”, you manage to say as you begin thrusting in and out of me.
“I’m yours” I say. Your eyes open, having closed from the feeling of ecstasy. I know you hate possessive terms. We’d talked about how you never want someone to belong to you. You want someone who constantly chooses to be with you with no feeling of obligation. “I know I know. I know you hate that but I am all entirely yours and I choose that but it’s true.”
“God I know I said that but—“ you thrust hard into me and pause,” I love hearing you say that. I love you. I’m yours too, and you are. Mine.” You begin fucking me again, your hands now on my hips pinning them in place as you go harder with increasing rhythm.
My mind is in ecstasy as you easily flip me over and climb back into the bed placing your hands again on my hips and entering me from behind. My breathe catches. I’m not sure I can take this position, the way you fill me completely. Despite this I keep quiet, secretly begging you to keep going. Your hands wrap around my neck as you push harder and deeper into me.
“God you feel amazing”, you’re breathing heavier now. So do you I think to myself, unable to get words out between my muffled moans. Your pace quickens briefly before you push into me hard, filling me as you release me from your grip and slide your hands along my back and rest them on my ass. You slump down next to me and take me into your arms. I can’t help but smile. Looking at how beautiful you are, feeling so safe. “I love you too”.
Category: Erotica
Parent-Teacher Conference – Disciplining Mommy [ff]
Parent-Teacher Conference – Disciplining Mommy
Sharon Brown was late for her Parent-Teacher Conference with her son’s teacher, Ms. Johnson.
Her conference was scheduled for 9am to discuss her son Sam’s performance in school.
She meant to be on time, but the man she had picked up last night had insisted on a quick fuck this morning. His cum was seeping into her cotton panties. She hadn’t had time to clean up before rushing to meat Sam’s teacher.
Her pussy squirmed with his cum as she walked down the halls to her son’s classroom. The long walk was making her panties a soaking mess. She hoped that Ms. Johnson wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
Ms. Abigail Johnson was sitting at the desk in her classroom. She looked at the clock for the fifth time. Sam’s mother was 10 minutes late for their appointment. Sharon walked in trying to apologize for her tardiness.
“I’m so sorry for being late, Ms. Johnson. Something came up at home and I got out of the house later than I meant to.”
The Ballad of Noella – Part 3 [NSFW][M36 – F31]
The Ballad of Noella – Third and Final Part.
Link to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yjxs7y/the_ballad_of_noella_part_1/)
Link to [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yksv4r/the_ballad_of_noella_part_2_nsfwm36_f31/)
Noella and Mathew stumbled to the front steps of Mathew’s building, attempting to maintain a veil of sobriety and decency in front of the passers-by and dog walkers. Mathew went through his pockets, picked out his keys and opened the door to the lobby before taking the elevator, Noella on his heels. During the short while enclosed in dim lit cabin, the pair leaned back against opposite walls surveying with carnal envy the other’s figure. Noella pushed back her hair over one shoulder inviting Mathew’s gaze to her neck and chest. He slowly blinked and inhaled deeply. His fortitude was melting like snow on a sunny day. The antiquate ding of the elevator indicated that they had arrived at their destination. Mathew pushed the door open and held it leaving space for Noella to pass in front of him. Noella abandoned her usual habit of turning her body to increase the space between her and the person holding the door in favour of a contact prone approach, her arms ever so slightly grazed across Mathew’s thighs. Mathew followed suit and indicated the door to the right. He took his keys again and opened the door to his apartment welcoming Noella inside. Having shed their winter layers, the pair entered the living room.
[MF][Reluctance][Masturbation][In Medias Res] The opposite of a strip show
She opened the door gently, one towel wrapped around her body and held at her chest and one wrapped around her long hair. She smiled weakly.
“Hey,” she began, a little unsure, as she approached me on the bed. I was lying comfortably on my back with my left hand propping up my head and my right hand gently stroking my half-erect cock. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing just fine,” I responded with a confident smile. “How’re you doing, babe? Still interested in giving me a handjob?”
She didn’t respond, but glanced at me from head to toe with an anxious look in her eyes.
After a silent several seconds, she demurred. “Sorry honey. I know I said I was going to, and I know you got me off before I took a shower. But now I’m all clean, and don’t really feel like doing sexual stuff right now.”
I could feel the pang of disappointment in my chest, but did my best not to show it on my face. “That’s okay,” I replied, my voice cracking a bit. I smiled but avoided looking her in the eyes. “Another time.”
A Wolf’s Rage Chapter 02
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After resting for a bit, Dani woke up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After her, Matt also took a shower while she got dressed and then she made her way downstairs. Both Matt and Dani were shocked to see Matt’s mother, Diane, in the kitchen. Matt wondered if his mother had heard what was going on upstairs.
“Hey, Mom. I didn’t know you were back.”
Diane turned and she flashed a smile at Matt.
The Nude Art Modeling Gig [mF] [Masturbation] [PIV] [Fantasy] [Horror] [Mind control] [Femdom] [Dubcon/NC]
This story has dubcon content, which exists only in fiction. I fully believe that nonconsensual sex in real life is abhorrent and revolting, and I do not condone it. I trust that you, my reader friends, can differentiate what is good for real life and what should stay in fantasy. Forgive my disclaimer, I am new to this and it makes me nervous to share this kind of content.
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**The Nude Art Modeling Gig**
by me (OC)
“I did not know Professor Ashton was into rock climbing!” remarked my roommate Matt in surprise. “And she asked you to be a model for her class next week right there in the bouldering gym?!” I nodded, and he continued, “maybe she was there to find rock climbers with lots of muscle and no fat , since I remember that class emphasized sketching anatomy.”
“Yeah, that could be the case,” I replied, “I’m half tempted to say yes to her invitation, just to say I tried it. Was it ever weird with the other nude models?”
“No, the professor keeps it professional,” said Matt. “Of course it could be awkward, but last year after the first few weeks, we all knew the drill and it’s just an art exercise. Nothing sexual is on anyone’s mind.”
Ju-Cum. the Trudge [M30xF999][monster girl][ghost girl][movie][blowjob][handjob][fucked silly][creampie][cum in mouth][spooky ooky]
It was a long day at work, rough too. Boss was on my ass all day, we’ve got an audit coming within the next six months and our firm’s books were all over the place. I had done four double shifts in a row trying to get all of the money correct. I got the weekend off and I wanted to relax. I was driving home when I decided to stop by a video rental store.
I walked through the door, the little bell rang out, announcing my presence. The bored-looking attendant didn’t even look my way. I made my way down the aisles to the horror movies. It was halloween night, and I wanted something scary.
Everything on offer was the usual suspects, nothing really piqued my interests. Except a small black box with a strip of tape with black japanese on it. I shrugged and pulled it off the shelf. It was a black dvd case with nothing written on it. I took it to the counter.
Nothing beats a REALLY good fingerbang
We’re just back from a long day playing in the snow, feeling the kind of buzzing, mentally energetic, bone tired fatigue of a long day spent outdoors. We soak in the tub to wash off the day– I wash your hair. Afterwards, you help me slather up in body oil.
You mix up a couple of hot toddies and we sit on your new, shaggy rug in front of the fire under a big, fluffy comforter. We’re both still moist and steamy from the tub– You smell like tea tree oil and heaven. I smell like cocoa butter and dreams. Together, we smell like us.
You’re leaning against the couch, I’m leaning against your chest. We’re both just in our thin underwear, so I can feel your soft skin and silky fuzz against my back.
As we’re lazily chatting about all the adventures we had, you’re running your hands slowly up and down my sides and over my stomach and your stubble rubs gently against my cheek and neck when you lean in to talk.
My secret desire
So ever since I was 18 I’ve aways wanted to do a private se# tape with someone I don’t why I’ve been to my doctor many times because I’ve aways believed it’s something to do with my autism or that I had a high drive I’m now 25 and not sure what to do any advice is appreciated
Egyptian foreign exchange student: Part 2 [M22/F18] [Interracial, dubcon, corruption]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ylew9n/egyptian_foreign_exchange_student_part_1_m22f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
That experience jerking off with Inaya in the room flipped a switch in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and wanted more of that feeling. It was hard to figure out what about that experience was so exciting. I’ve masturbated a million times, so what was it? Was it that there was someone else there? That she didn’t know what I was doing or that she did? That it would probably feel violating for her if she found out? That I knew it was wrong?
Or was it about her? That she was a foreigner? A teenager? A virgin? A Muslim? That she had brown skin? It could have been all of it. All I knew was that I got a shot of adrenaline and my heart would thump heavy in my chest just thinking about it. Having pushed one limit, kind of on accident, I wanted to keep pushing even more.