Category: Erotica

The two of us, naked in bed together, you spooning me with both arms around me.

I’m just starting to wake up, feeling your hard cock pressed up against me. You’re awake and letting me sleep but also gently gently running your fingertips up and down my body, down along my legs and up my thighs, around my hips and across my stomach, up over my chest, down around my shoulder and over my arms. Going back and forth, slowly kissing up and down my neck and shoulders.

You feel me start to shift as I wake up, making soft little noises to tell you how much I like it, while I can feel your cock and start to slowly push back into it. Your hands start drifting around my chest, circling and barely touching where you know I want you to, building my anticipation with your teasing.

You slowly and gently start to play with my nipples, feeling them tighten and harden under your touch as I arch into your hands and cock as your kisses on my neck become interspersed with the sensations of your tongue and teeth, knowing all the while that you’re making me wet and needy for your cock. Read more »

I came so hard, or so many times in a row, that my toes went numb. It began to both burn and feel good, so I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to continue or stop. I was so overstimulated, but I was restrained, and my pleas fell on deaf ears. You enjoy watching me squirm and beg while you hold all of the control.
I’ve lost count, and I’m shaking, but I know you’re just getting started. I’m sorry, Master. I promise I’ll be good.
I’m trembling, and soaked. The pain has turned to pleasure, and the pleasure is incredible. Please don’t stop, I want to cum for you again.
My pussy aches to be filled with you. I need you to put your hard cock inside me now. I want you to cum inside me so I can feel you throbbing. I’m begging you to fuck me like your dirty little fuck toy.

That remarkable hesitation

when we meet

for the first time

at the coffee house

when I drop a silent half-note

into the melody

of our sparkling conversation

because I look at your face

and your smile

scrambles

all my clever thoughts.

—-

Noisy.

I said the bar is noisy

and I purposefully

act like

I’m trying to speak loudly

but actually

speak softly

so I can repeat myself

but I have to lean in

like a thief

who steals a sample of your scent,

a glimpse of the little muscles in your neck,

and the whisper of a touch as my cheek grazes yours

that sends heavy electrons

all the way

to the soles

of my feet.

—-

Slowly

under the stars

I realize

we haven’t bothered with a destination

then we stop

by a maple tree

still holding hands

we face one another

and then I see it— Read more »

I started to wake up, slowly. Fingertips gently caressed my bare arm laying on top of the soft blankets. “Mhm, Daddy, you’re home.” He chuckled at my sleepy voice, and pulled me closer, spooning me from behind. “Looks like my sleepy Babygirl got her nap today.” He pressed a kiss up against my neck, “Daddy had to work a long and tiring day without one.”

I giggled, “Poor Daddy, no nappies.” He peppered kisses on my neck as his hands pulled me closer.
“What are you wearing under your blankie, Babygirl?” I gasped when his hands trailed underneath the soft, gray blanket. “Oh, you dirty girl. Where are your clothes?” I gasped when his rough fingertips pinched my nipples. “I should spank you for that.”

His hands traced my body, knowing every touch that drove me wild. I gasped when his fingers found their way down to my lower half. “No panties? Oh, Princess, you are gonna get a spanking,” he taunted. A desperate whine escaped me as his fingers played with my clit. “Ah, I thought that I gave you enough orgasms this morning. There’s no reason for you to be this needy.” He chuckled darkly in my ear, “But that’s how I like you. Desperate, depraved, needy Babygirl.” His fingers stopped playing and spanked my pussy, hard. “So sensitive too.” He resumed his teasing, “You cum so easily Princess, and with too many orgasms, you get cum-drunk.” Read more »

Let Me Worship You (MxF Erotica) (Female POV) (1093 words)

“Stop looking at me like that,” your best friend growls. You realize then that you have been looking at him. A blush covers your cheeks as you look away. You can’t help staring at him, you’ve been dancing around each other for months, somewhere on the edge of friends with benefits. He’s simply dressed in a t-shirt and jeans today, but it’s enough. You take in his arms, chest, and face. He’s just too damn attractive.

“Come on, stop it,” he pushes, catching you in the act again. This time, you don’t look away. You’re sick of the back-and-forth, flirting-but-not-flirting. You just want him to make a move or get lost. You love him, as a friend, but this pussyfooting makes you anxious. Every time you hang out, you’re just waiting for him to corner you and absolutely devour you.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re going to get into trouble,” he says darkly. His voice has dropped into a lower register, a quiet warning, just for you. The car suddenly feels incredibly small, like all the air was sapped. Read more »

I took the car to the mall to get some underwear for myself. For both myself and the individuals I was seeing at the time, I was eager to try something new. I decided on a chic lingerie store and looked around for a while. I was greeted by a staff member who asked if I needed any assistance. She had an amazing curved shape and was a small blonde (maybe 19), so I couldn’t help but stare at her. She noticed. She laughed at me and asked if she could assist me once more. I refocused. “Sorry! You’re just… I just… I paused and said, “I’m searching for a well-fitting outfit to play in,” adding that it should be approachable, lacey, and ideally pink. She mentioned a few of the items hanging high on the wall and requested me to follow her into a different section of the shop. One of them got my attention because it was a full body stocking with harnesses and straps built in. She agreed to write it down for me when I asked if she could. You would look so adorable wearing this. She informed me. She seemed to be saying it with sincerity, in my opinion. “I’m grateful,” I grinned before pausing. Want to view? Read more »