Category: Erotica

When my professor announced that we would be doing a project with partners, I was less than enthused. You normally end up doing all the work yourself, or arguing endlessly, but when the professor read through the list and partnered me with Miranda I perked up a bit. Miranda was probably slightly above average on societies scale, but to me she was gorgeous. I guessed her to be about 5 foot 6, and maybe 140 pounds. She had a fairly flat tummy, wide hips that swayed in just the right way when she walked away, and tits that were at least D’s. She had dark red hair down to her mid chest and she normally wore glasses, the type a librarian from my fantasies might wear. Read more »

I was still wearing my pj’s. It was early in the morning. You could see my nipple through a hole in the knit of my sweater. Too sleepy to care, I didn’t change.

You wore a big utility belt over dark jeans. I told you where my outlets and lights had gone out and showed you to the breaker. You were older than me, but also attractive and tall. You looked strong. You were respectful and gentle with my home. When we spoke, even though you hid it well, I could tell you were looking me up and down. You noticed my sweater.

Despite the sweater, and its distraction, you got right to searching for the source of the outage. Two hours passed without much progress. I told you I was sorry it was taking so long to find the problem. I felt guilty taking up so much of your time, but the power was still out. Besides, who could complain with such a sexy handyman wandering around? Read more »

“Bless me, father, for I have sinned! It’s been three days since my last confession.” Upon hearing these familiar words, uttered by an even more familiar voice, Father Wallace couldn’t help feeling a rush go through his body, from his handsome, leonine head to his toes and, then, to the very tip of the one part of his body that should be the last thing on any priest’s mind and, of course, it never is.

The voice belonged to Mary Sarah, the 19 year old novice who had arrived at the convent just a few weeks before. Father Wallace knew little about her past, but what he did know, from the first time he lay his eyes on her, was that he wanted — no, not wanted, needed to get her out of her nun-in-training overalls and onto his perpetually restless cock.

Because Father Wallace, though a believer — not necessarily in God, he was too smart for that, but in the power of good — was also human, and one who’s sexual urges surpassed the level society considers “the accepted normal”. In a nutshell, he was an utter lecher and a consummate pervert. Also, atypically, maybe, for a Catolic priest, he loved the opposite sex and, as he was an attractive man — almost middle-aged but not looking it, tall, fit and tanned — he had no difficulty in finding women to assuage his indelible urges. Read more »

All characters in story including me are 18+

This is the fifth part of my first story the other posts are in my post history. I’ve been away for a while, sorry, I was busy with school and Summercamp but I’m back now.

In the last part I had made out with my friend Wendy and noticed the difference between how guys kiss and how girls kiss. And before we were interrupted by her older brother, I had played with her far bigger boobs. After this I went to cycle home in the pouring rain. Wendy lived about 15 minutes away by bike so when I came home, I had cooled off from our making out and I was soaked and cold. My mom was already home and waiting for me at the door. Read more »