Category: Erotica

When I touch myself, I occasionally recall this incident from many years ago. One summer, my friends and I went swimming together. When we did it, we were playing a game of Marco Polo. Let’s call one of my friends Dan. He started acting really aggressively. I let him since he was cute.

He kept swimming up beside me while we were playing, and eventually I began to feel his sick rub against my leg or waist. I briefly experienced his hands massaging me while they were abruptly between my legs.

I made a concerted effort to blend in so that others wouldn’t notice, but it was definitely turning me up. My swimsuit was then moved to the side by one hand, and his dick then entered me from behind. We slid toward one of the side walls after he caught me just as I was about to topple over. He began fucking me up against the wall while my other pals were distracted. It was very warm. I was even more excited whenever a friend turned around to see where we were because they couldn’t tell what we were doing. When I arrived, he had to cover my mouth.

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My stomach was full with butterflies as I waited in the waiting area. I really shouldn’t be in this place. Only because a buddy gave me a free session and I didn’t want to seem rude, I made the appointment. A massage seemed too obscene and similar to how I imagined men would caressing me in the bedroom. Even worse, this massage covered the entire body. What exactly did that mean? Was I required to strip off my clothes? I kept thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to be turned on in front of a stranger while I sat there.

My name was called as the lobby door opened just as I was about to leave. I abruptly got to my feet. I was being invited to go to the rear with a tall man who was dressed casually. I felt a nervous flutter as I took in his unkempt hair and brilliant blue eyes while he smiled amiably. Why didn’t I ask for a woman as my therapist? Was even that a choice? He introduced himself and said that he would be looking after me today. His name was Nick, and we proceeded down a brief hallway. Read more »

I lay behind you, tracing my fingers softly along your cheek, pushing the hair from your neck. Leaning in, you feel the softness of my lips along the top of your shoulder, then along the flesh where your hair once laid. You feel the tender touch of my tongue on your skin, as the fingers that moved your hair from your neck begin to tease along the top of your chest.

My hand continues lower, fingers slowly spiralling down and inward over your fabric covered breasts. As I gently run my teeth along your warming neck, you feel my fingertips trace your stiffening nipple, my thumb and forefinger gently pulling. I harden against you, and my fingers continue their exploration.

Continuing to journey down your body, my hand finds the bottom of your shirt and disappears beneath. Moving upwards, I caress your body with aching slowness. You feel me reach your breasts, and I gently roll one nipple, then the other between my fingers once more. Unconsciously you begin to grind backwards against me, feeling my hardness against you. Read more »

After living with my parents for a while after college, I finally landed a nice job that pays quite well. After saving money for a good year, I finally moved out to my own place. It was a nice 3 bedroom condo which was something I can afford and closer to work. My cousins and dad helped me move in. When we were unloading the boxes, I noticed my neighbor. I paused and introduced myself and she introduced herself as Lisa. She was a women I could only cook up in my dreams, but after we greeted, I went back to work to unload the rest of the stuff. I thanked my cousin and dad and started rearranging what furniture I had and putting whatever I had in my boxes away. Read more »