Category: Erotica

“I’ve always thought it’s pretty subby for a guy to go down on me”

you say with a laugh, a passing comment over a wonderful dinner, a light hearted conversation, about sex and life, the intricacies of DS dynamics. A giggle, as you move past the topic.

But Your words stick in my mind, like glue, like cement, like a fly caught in a web.

It’s….Subby

It’s Submissive, for a man to eat you out.

Sounds to me, like you’ve never been eaten out properly. Well. Allow me to educate you.

The most important rule is that,

I’m not. Your Fucking. Sub.

Got it? Good. Now.

Lay back, gently, let your head rest upon a perfect, pristine, pillow, as you laugh, that snide little laugh. You’re gonna be treated right, you’re gonna get to cum, you’re gonna have a good time, you’re gonna get touched, you’re gonna get kissed, you’re gonna get played with, and you don’t have to do anything in return. Right? All of that’s true, yes, however. Review, rule number one again. It seems like you may have forgot.

I’m not.
Your Fucking.
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*[A father waits at home for his daughter to come back from her day at college. When she arrives it turns out that she has brought a new friend home with her…but that is far from the biggest surprise.]*

Sitting on the edge of the couch, the end closest to the doorway and reading a book on psychology, about trauma victims and recovery. It’s something that has always fascinated him, the human mind and how mind and body follow each other and vice versa.

It’s a warm summer afternoon and he’s enjoying the scent of the garden flowers as they gently waft in through the partially open window, unfortunately the aroma is mixed with burnt petroleum as the trucks and cars race by on the recently built highway..

On hearing the familiar click of the latch on the front door as it opens. Caitlyn, his daughter is back from her day at college. Then the expected rustling of the bag and jacket as she walks in.

“Hey Dad, I’m home. I’ve got a new friend with me, ummm her name’s Sarah.”

Her melodic tone drifts up the stairs as she heads to her room and continues speaking in a slightly quieter voice. Read more »

Her back against the wall, one leg on my shoulder, the other below, the perfect spread as Im deep in her.  Looking deep at her every time I glide in and out of her, her labia stretched and beautifully milking me, her hood cusping her plump clit as I draw  circles on her, gliding in and out, beautiful cream all over my shaft a sight of lust and love..

 Pure undeniable passion all over,  sights, sounds and beautiful smells that bring it all together, I turn her around now, so wet and glistened that I easily slide in her from behind, we are in ecstacy, she against the wall, her palms flat on the fall, trying to grip as I go deep in her, I thrust deep in her clenching every muscle as I pound harder and faster, I see her tip toe, and back on her heels, moving, grinding making me hit every spot in her beautiful pussy..  Read more »

I’d always thought my Uncle Mark was attractive. He was tall, about 6’3″ compared to my 5’3″, dark hair, took care of himself at the gym, had some nice stubble going on and just enough chest hair to be attractive without being overwhelming or ‘hairy.’ When I got older, my attraction to him turned away from just noticing he was attractive to slowly but surely lusting after him. At the pool in my Dad’s backyard, family trips, whenever we were together I found myself looking at him longer than allowed. He would harmlessly compliment me, my looks, my outfits, but never anything inappropriate. As my Dad’s brother, I knew it was a line that would never be crossed. Or so I thought.

A few months ago, I was living in the city after having graduated college a semester early, freshly 22. Uncle Mark sent me a text letting me know he would be in town for work, and if he could take me out for dinner to catch up, and let me save money considering I (still) have an entry-level job. I jumped at the chance for two reasons: I would be able to see him again, and also a free meal at some place probably nicer than I was going to with my friends. Read more »

The coolness of the night, the gentle buzz of people talking,whispering.. The glow of the candle shining radiantly over her lips.. Her dress perfectly accentuating all her curves.. That gentle talk.. Whispers..the meeting of the eyes that spoke a thousand words without the movement of the lips..
Then they walked.. Hands clasped together.. Her head grazing his shoulders.. The closeness mixing their scent.. The hands feeling the warmth in the soft cold breeze blowing through. Finally resting against on the bench overlooking the lake.. Taking in the silence, the beauty of the light shining across those gentle ripples.. She closes her eyes In deep comfort and the safeness of his arms and drifts in blissful sleep..
He looks at her.. Her head resting on him.. Her hands clasped with his..her gentle breath that make her bosoms heave in sensual Rhythm… He leans in just as dawn awakens to kiss her lips .. Just as the first Rays of the sun caress her cheeks.. His lips caress hers as she smiles .. Her eyes opening to the warmth of the sun and the taste of his lips..

Ah that beautiful first squirt, when it catches you off guard, that perfect mist of love and lust that ends in nothing but pure pleasure for both, first times are always the best for many things, however seldom does something so gratifying come up..one of those days, heavy tease and foreplay only.. long drawn intense sessions of just our mouths and hands at play, taking turns driving each other wild looking deep into each other, cumming many many times..my fingers deep in her, her legs so perfectly split, heels at the edge of the bed, legs wide, clean freshly shaven pussy, pink in all its glory, plump lips from all my sucking, perfect and ripe, her clit hard as can be, the perfect views of her pussy and that perfect gradient of her skin tone from light to dark around the seams of her thighs…
I slip into her, so tight yet that perfect glide, a finger first, the the second, perfect angles and leverage of my other two fingers, slowly at first as I look at her, pull all the way out, lick my fingers tasting her, then letting her taste us and then back in again, deep, against her walls, as I watch her eyes roll, slowly move faster and harder, her hips lift off the bed as I hit her spots, uncontrollable motions as she bites her lips, reaches for me, to grab me while she cums, I dont let her, she asks for my other hand, I simply lick it and rub her clit while I thrust in and out, up and down against her beautiful right vagina, I can sense how hard she is going to cum, the most beautiful sounds of her juices splashing against my palms, my fingers laden with cream, so viscous yet slowly getting less viscous, she drives her hips wildly as she bursts out, squirting all over me, the bed, patches to last the ages as she moves visgoursly and shudders to a stop, still twicthing from all that love and ecstacy, the most beautiful streams of love meandering across her gorgeous thigs, as I lick it all up, cleaning her only to go again.. and again…