Category: Erotica

I was tied to the bed, my hands bound above my head, my legs spread eagle, the straps connected to the corners of the bed leaving me open, vulnerable. Aside from the restraints, the only thing I was wearing was a blindfold, a black strip of silk around my eyes depriving me of the one sense I craved the most.

I wanted to see them, to see what they were doing, my husband and his new cuckcake. This had been her idea, to tease me, to deny me, to deprive me of the thrill of watching, forcing me to rely on my other senses as my imagination conjured up images of the two of them together.

“Mmm,” she moaned. I caught the sound of her wet lips gently parting and pictured her soft tongue running over her bright red lips, her lipstick smeared from sliding down his cock. “Your cock tastes so good.”

So moaned again as she took him back in her mouth, wet and warm, savouring his cock as she took him deep in her throat. Read more »

I’m laid out in my black mesh bra and panties that make me feel sexy as a confidence boost. My mind is reeling at how I got here so my 36D breasts are heaving from nervous breathing. Both the blindfold and the anticipation as I wait for you to enter the room is turning me on. I don’t know who you are but when you walk in the room your audible gasp of appreciation is reassuring.

You come close and I can feel you staring down at me and it makes my nipples tighten. You lightly run your fingers down my inner arm sending goosebumps across my flesh, then grab my wrist and tie it down with something silky like the texture of my blindfold. You slowly make your way to my head and run your fingers through my long wavy hair and it makes me pant a little. You whisper in my ear “good kitten” and I’m so glad I’ve pleased you this far. I can smell your cologne and the scent is intoxicating. Read more »

We had planned a day together. Both of us taking the day off. Sure we do that every weekend, but there’s something to a nice spring day, enjoying being outside together, holding hands and walking or sitting, makes time fly but is so enjoyable.

We packed some things for a picnic, went to the nearest Starbucks and had some coffee. Sitting in the coffee shop, white chocolate mochas in hand, laughing at each others stories. Our hands remaining in contact with a part of each others bodies at all times. Staring into your eyes, seeing the blue pop against your pink hoodie, the way your eyes shimmer when you look at me. There’s just something about the way you always look at me that makes me feel like I’m the most special person in the world.

We moved on to the park. Sitting outside in the sun enjoying the people watching. More importantly I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You took off your hoodie and had on a light pink tshirt, your chest looked absolutely amazing. Moving my eyes further down. You had some light beige colored shorts on, but they were short. The way your legs were outstretched, your knees slightly bent. You know I’m a sucker for your legs. They looked so damn sexy as you laid back and soaked in the sun. Your hair always turns blonde from the sun. It was still too early in the season, you still had the red hue in your hair, you looked stunning. Read more »

I watched Jack open the large barn doors from the window in my upstairs bedroom. Jack was the newest worker on my father’s ranch. His big shoulders and arms bulged as he pulled the doors open. I bit my lip, thinking about what else those strong hands could do.

I had been given strict orders to stay away from him; presumably, the same had gone for him. My father was a bit on the protective side. Jack disappeared inside the barn, and I stepped away from the window. I knew my father still saw me as his precious little angel, even though I was eighteen now. I pulled open my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and wiggled into them. The denim over the pockets was ripped, but that was by design. I pulled out a white tank top and slid it over my head before looking in the mirror. The straps of my pink bra were showing, and the shirt was a little see-through, but the outfit was perfect for a July day in Texas. I ran my fingers through my long, blonde hair and sat on my bed to pull on my brown leather boots. I hadn’t forgotten the instructions my father had given me, but if Jack was going to be working in the same place I lived, it would be rude to not introduce myself. After all, we were bound to run into each other sooner or later. Read more »