Category: Erotica

“Have you washed up for dinner, Kate?”
“No, not yet,” I say, looking toward the dining room. Nina has set the table in the formal room, the only lights coming from the massive fireplace and the candelabra set out on the table. I see the hunters’ boards, the silver platers and china and linen napkins.
“Come along, then,” he says.
He leads me down the hallways, past the library and the door to the conservatory, where I like to sit sometimes during the days when it’s warm enough to be tolerable. Sago palms and olive trees and bougainvillea creeping up the glass and trellises.
He turns on the tap and waits for the water to heat up. I stare at my reflexion in the mirror. My hair falls around my face, loose pieces from the tidy knot I’d made this morning. Wide eyes, two red splotches against pale skin. He pulls my fingers under the water and pumps the soap onto them.
“What’s the most important thing you can do when I’m not with you, Kate?” he asks.
“I tried to read a little. It was dark, though. I was opening the draperies–”
“The most important thing you can do is just wait. Wait for me. Think about me. Be patient and focused.”
He scrubs my hands until they’re red and rinses them. He pulls the towel from its little ring and dries my fingers, searching my face.
“Are you hearing me, Kate?”
I nod. “Yes, Daniel,” I whisper.
In the dining room I take my seat to his right, dwarfed by the table, at least 20 feet long, and antique chairs, rich mahogany scroll work. Nina serves steaming dishes. A roast, crispy potatoes and brussel sprouts, a salad with herbs that gleams with olive oil. She fills my plate. Listz floats into the room from unseen speakers. I sip my wine, a good vintage, but I can’t name it. He raises his eyebrows.
“Not too much,” he says.
I nod and take another sip. I have found, over months, that what comes next is easier if I can finish my glass. He never allows more. Finish the glass, eat as little as you can. His hand raises and swings before I can brace myself. The glass flies, soaking the Oriental carpet. My eye swells and I bring my hands up, stifling a sob.
He says nothing, but I see his jaw clench, watch his fists soften as he takes up his fork again. I swallow and he brings little bites to my mouth. I chew, tasting nothing, and Nina cleans up the carpet.
He brings his hand between my legs, pushing up my cotton dress. Fingers against plain panties. He smiles, and it’s terrible.
“Of course,” he says, feeling my wetness. “Of course.”

She sweats profusely. I notice this first when we go running together. Her sweat slicks down the hairs on her arms. It forms patches which spread until her top is saturated with wetness, uniformly drenched.

Later, we fuck. She sweats just the same. It is most noticeable in certain places. Her armpits are hot and slick. Beads of sweat on her face. My hand slides on the small of her back.

The smell turns me on. Watching her pant and pinken turns me on.

I make her go on top, riding me. Our bodies are frictionless, sliding over one another. Normally skin catches on skin, pulls a little as bodies rub together, like velvet. Not with her. She’s lubricated with perspiration. I can barely grip her. She fucks energetically and she drips on me. Her sweat dries on my skin.

Afterwards, when I lick her ribs, she tastes like the ocean.

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The name of the establishment is Royal Hot Stone, I have some experience with massages, this is going to go smoothly.

I had driven by the place already, not a bad neighborhood. I wouldn’t hang out there after dark, but the place is open from 10 to 10, so I went during daylight hours. I chose daylight hours because I figured it wouldn’t be as busy. I think of the sex industry as being a night time enterprise. Respectable people conduct their business during the day.

It’s in a strip mall. The store front is all glass, just like every strip mall store front. This one, however, has covered the glass completely with what appeared to be contact paper. The stuff one would cover their cupboards with. The workmanship was shoddy, lots of air bubbles. The signage, all neon, was not impressive during the day. A few statements got my attention: Walk Ins Welcome; CASH Only; Asian Spa. This must be the place.

The entryway, just like every store at a strip mall you have ever been to, was a set of double glass doors. The doors were covered, not with the same contact paper as the windows, but with posters of dragons. Read more »

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I’m walking out the ladies room when we first make eye contact.

What a fine specimen of a man you are.

I really hope you didn’t see the guy come out of that same ladies room a couple minutes after me.

My panties are soaked with his cum

I can still feel his cum dripping out.
But you don’t need to know that.

Just yet.

Wish I would’ve seen you sooner and it would be your load inside of me instead.

I have another drink at the bar.
As I sit there reminiscing of what just happened in the bathroom.
I sit there for what feels like forever.

When suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see you again.

Causally I glance over and your already looking at me.

Our eyes lock and you take that as invitation.
Sitting in the stool next to mine.

This tight red dress didn’t need a bra. And my horniness is showing right through.

My nipples hard. Perfectly outlined against the dress. I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together. Read more »

My doorbell rang after dinner, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I peeked out and there was a cute, well sexy young lady standing there. I opened the door and greeted her. She seemed nervous and she was blushing. “Ummm you don’t know me, but I guess a friend of mine knows you or a friend of a friend. And yeah so here I am.” She grinned and turned around to show me that her hands were handcuffed behind her.

“What the Fuck?” I asked “What is this?”

She explained that it was some kind of a dare or challenge that she accepted and so someone that knows me sent her here and said she had to stay until morning or until I sent her away. I am trying to think of who that friend might be. Only my exes know about my kinky side. I think.

“So what do I do?” I asked her. “Well you could let me in, and then I guess it’s up to you” she said.

I should add that my cock was already erect from the situation. She was a nice looking blond girl, petite, and wearing one of those plaid skirt outfits that drive guys crazy. Read more »