Category: Erotica

Mia had been undeniably horny for weeks now to the point it was affecting her workbperformance. John hadn’t been too intetested in her whether she was subtle or literally begging him. He would either find an excuse not to fuck her or he would do it with absolutely no passion. Mia couldn’t decide which was worth.

Mia had spent day after day at work imagining what it would be like to go home with one of her coworkers. John had to be cheating, right? She was ready to work up the nerve to even out their karmic balance.

None of the guys had what she wanted. Sure, the other humans would probably be a decent lay, but it was hit and miss with them. Her Leonid boss would probably ravage her, buy that would make work awkward moving forward. She had almost given up on daydreaming when Teal first walked through the door.

She had been hired as Leo’s new secretary. She was a light blue Slime Girl and had a nervous habit of adjusting her height and looks as she was shown around the office. Read more »

With the soap in his hands now, Mike mimics the same path Silvia had done for him. He starts with her arms, but tries to be more sensual and caring when he does so. The bar of soap moves across her arms, they are small but ordered his body around before. He glances at her fingers, they were painted purple like her toes.

Those fingers slapped him.

Those fingers teased his cock with pleasure that knows no bounds.

Those fingers offered him his own cum as a treat. Read more »

I had worked with my manager Jennifer for 9 years. Watched her go through great and tough times with family, her husband, work, and now with me leaving the department. I had been her go to person since the day I started. And now it was my last day. She had told me she looked forward to the last day and dreaded the following Monday. As a last hurrah, she had arranged an after work bon voyage for me at the local watering hole.

The music was loud, and the food was good for pub food. I shook hands with my coworkers, raised glasses and let the evening carry on as it will. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was now 9:37 and I still had a small package in my suit coat pocket. A small piece a local artist had turned into a necklace. Jennifer would love it, or so I hoped.

I stood next to her at the bar, smelled her perfume and noticed, not for the first time, her ass and hips in the tight black skirt as she leaned against the bar. Though she was 54 years old, she had a figure that was ready to be a model still. I had imagined Jennifer naked in my mind a thousand times since we started working together. Read more »

I don’t know why, perhaps its my age, but I’ve always attracted younger women with daddy issues. Younger women who like older men. There was one woman in particular who comes to mind. She was 24. Long brown hair deep brown eyes.

When she found out I was English, she took a deeper interest in me. I am flattered when these kind of encounters happen. She found out where I live and knew the hours I would be off work. I felt like she was stalking me. But I loved it. I loved the fact a fine looking younger woman would put so much effort in seeking me out.

She openly admitted she was stalking me. And we laughed about it and made light of it. Our conversation again turned to all things British. We had video chatted online, and she was specially fascinated with my library that is filled with books. I showed her the wall to wall book collections and she saw the couch where we had shared hot pics together with just a few days before. Read more »

For this to make sense and for me to have the best feedback and advice I’m going to have to start from a while back. I 21F was rxped when I was 16, I was drunk and I blacked out and I woke up to a guy on top of me. Ever since then I really like sex so after the incident happened I slept with 6 people in the space of a couple months and then I got into a long term relationship which I was in for 4 years it ended April of this year. The relationship with my ex wasn’t great he was military so we was long distance most of the time, he made promises to marry me ect so I could live with him wherever he was posted, well my ex decided he wanted to buy girls only fans, and send our private sex videos to random girls, he even had dating sites that my friends found of his, my ex was quite manipulative so he convinced me to stay saying he would change blah blah blah so I did just that and it never got better it just got worse because I never could trust him after that but I didn’t leave because I loved him and he convinced me no one would love me like he does anyway my ex was horrible at communication and he’d ignore me for days and his excuse was “ the last thing I want to do after a long day is speak to you” so I was literally begging my own boyfriend for the bare minimum towards the end, during this I went to seek attention elsewhere on anonymous sites just to feel valued, all anyone wants is to feel wanted anyway some of the time it escalated to adding on Snapchat and a few photos being exchanged.
Towards the end of my relationship I slept with someone else when I was drunk and I never enjoyed something as much in my life, I didn’t regret it I just wanted more because up until this point I thought my sex drive went but clearly it was just with my ex. I broke up with him the next day. So I carry on having great sex with this guy everyday for about 2 weeks, my ex comes back to the Uk for a few weeks and he dropped all my things back and we ended up having sex, the next day I see him out at the same club as me he kisses me and tells me he loves me (me and my ex were very toxic with each other) so I see him in the corner of my eye he looks at me then kissed a girl right in front of my face, well this caused something in me to rage so I ran up to them and punched them both, after this his I calmed down as I didn’t want to ruin my night
The guy who I was sleeping with for a couple of weeks his friend was interested by this point I was annoyed ect so I took this guy home we had sex for about 10 minutes he finished twice and that was it.
Fast forward 2 ish weeks and I’m out drinking again ( it’s important to know that since my ex I have only been able to sleep with people while I’ve been drunk) I come home and a guy who’s been messaging me asks to come see me, we have sex and it’s done within 10 minutes, I sucked him off and he came and then he went, I was still unsatisfied so I invite another guy the same night we have sex he came around 4 times and I didn’t finish once, anyway it ended and he left I went to bed, I woke up the next morning regretting what I did. However the next day lasted at night I met my old friend and we went on a drive, we ended up having sec in his car and don’t get me wrong it was good but he came after like 2 minutes, at this point I just feel like no one can satisfy me and I’m always wanting more. Anyway all 5 of these one night stands happened within the space of around 2 months and my friend seems to think that I sleep with people as a form of self harm, which I don’t disagree with because I feel great for a short while and then I always regret it, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it again. Anyway June 12th I meet this man, he’s 3 years older than me and we get on so well, we had sex with each other after 2 weeks and it was amazing I felt so satisfied and it makes it better because I like him, I got a message the next day where he told me I was actually the first person he has had sex with and now I’m just kinda freaked out because I’m so scared of commitment but I want him, but I feel like I can’t have him I just feel like with everything combined with being SA, having a toxic ex and then having sex as punishment that I feel like this man deserves more, Plus the sex is great too we have such good chemistry but it’s more than sex if that makes sense like we have such a deeper connection, I just feel like at this point I’m broken goods and I don’t deserve anything more. So yeah the point of the story since April I’ve slept with 6 men, im 21 with the body count of 15 baring in mind I was in a relationship from 2018-2022.

Many years ago I worked at a great school with an amazing staff. We had a great vibe. One beautiful young teacher and myself would constantly flirt and joke around but were always off with timing (one of us would be dating someone).
One day we had to stay late to work on some school board initiative. As we were wrapping up at about 5 she asked what I was doing later. I told her I was going for drinks with some buddies. She replied back: ” how many drinks until you drunk dial me?”
I retorted: “none. I’d make out with you sober.” I said it in a joking tone thinking we were still just flirting.
She got up and instantly began making out with me in her class. I sat her on a desk and went down on her for a few mins and she returned the favour. I fucked her while she sat on the desk with her tits out of her dress. We then switched to standing doggy against the door. Easily the biggest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
We fucked a few times after but it fizzled out and she soon moved anyway.
I still get off the odd time thinking of it.

Ellie sat down on the floor with the spell book. Her legs were shaking so much she could barely stand up anyway. She’d never done anything like this before and the thought of it sent a warm tingle through her body. She’d come from a long line of witches and warlocks but she’d rarely practiced until now. What she was about to do wasn’t exactly easy either. In order to bring Don back she was going to have to follow the spell exactly. She was sure that she had the summoning circle correct. All of the insignia and glyphs were aligned perfectly based on the cardinal direction. She had an item of his inside the circle opposite of herself. This was important, this item would anchor him to the material world for the duration of the spell. He would be able to walk, talk, and (most importantly) touch. She picked out a white button up that she kept unbuttoned. She always loved how his shoulder looked in this shirt especially when it was unbuttoned. Read more »

I wasn’t even sure I was going to go to this beach party, but the girls had talked me into it, and even helped me to pick out something a little more revealing than usual, insisting it would cheer me up to look hot as hell after the most recent breakup. I took a little convincing but finally left with them, already a little tipsy dressed in skinny jeans, a bikini top and a crochet cardigan, I swept my long hair into a pony and slid my feet into simple black sandals.

We arrived as the beach was just starting to fill up, I recognised a few people but stuck mainly to my girls as we danced, drank, and laughed our way through the evening. A couple of guys got a fire going and I couldn’t help but feel the girls had been right. I was having such a good night, it was beautiful here with the ocean lapping against the shore, music pumping and I did feel hot. I’d noticed a lot of the guys staring at my chest and at first, I’d been self-conscious, trying to cover my DDs in the cardigan, but by the time we we’re all sitting around the fire people were making out, chatting, and laughing with new friends I felt completely at ease in just my bikini top and jeans. Read more »