Category: Erotica

PART 1
Back in the seventies the love of my life broke it off with me. I a heartbroken 17 year old at the time thought my world had came to an end.
It all started on New Years Eve Margaret called it quits and we parted ways. For the next 6 months my luck went down hill from there. No matter how I tried I could not get a date. Oh there were plenty of women around, but they all had boyfriend’s. One woman named Wendy was attracted to me and we would always sit and talk at her place of employment. She kept on saying that if her and her boyfriend ever called it quits I’m in. Wendy was a beautiful blonde with all the curves in the right places. She had very large breasts for she frame size. You can say Mother Nature was kind. My friends I hung around with knew the luck I was having and said I should do something to change my luck. I decided they were right and my parents were going out of town on vacation next weekend which was July 4th. It hit me why not have a Mid Years party? You know to try to change my luck. I worked at a grocery store and it wasn’t hard for me to get my hands on cases of beer. Drinking age back then was 18. I invited all my friends over for Saturday night and told them to bring their girlfriends as well. Wendy heard about the party and asked if she could come as well. She said that her and her boyfriend needed a party. I said what the hell and invited them. The night of the party all of my friends showed up including Wendy and her boyfriend. Things were going great and everyone was having a great time. Wendy came over to me and said that her boyfriend left after they had a big fight and was wondering if when the party ended if I would give her a ride home as she came with him . I said yes I can do that but it maybe late as there was still plenty of beer and my friends were still having fun drinking and all. Wendy and I started talking and I was her shoulder to cry on. We talked about what went on during the night and her boyfriend’s sudden departure. She said they planned on having sex for the first time with him later in the evening but she wanted to stay awhile longer. As most of her friends were here as well. He did not want any part of it got mad at her and left. As we were talking she had moved closer to me and put her hand on leg. She was gradually getting over him walking out on her and she said they were through. I could feel the heat of her and on my leg and the growing sensation in my groin. I was still trying to stay attentive and listen to what she was saying but it was really difficult as her Halter Top she was wearing left little to the imagination. I could almost see her dark areolas when she shifted around. I tried to focus my eyes else where but her lips were full and I could see a hint of her gloss lipstick. She had the deepest blue eyes and her eyelashes where the same color of her hair. She asked me a question which brought me back to reality and all I could say was”huh” l. She giggled the cutest giggle and said everyone had left and do I want her to help me clean up the place. Thinking I truly wanted her to stay longer I said sure, I can use a hand. She looked down at my blue jeans and said I bet you can use a had. I blushed 20 shades of red and stammered a few words like I’m sorry about that. She smiled and took me by the hand and led me backed to the living room where we began our conversation. She sat me on the couch and while facing me she put my legs between hers and sat on my lap. She leaned into me and started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. She could tell something was up and asked me about it.bi told her that I haven’t been with a woman before and told her the reason. Told her about my X girl friend and saving herself. She said she did not go that route and she likes sex with the right guy. She told me that we can go slow and she will make sure we do it right. She put her lips on mine and started kissing me again. She parted her lips as to invite my tongue inside. I opened my mouth and our tongues found each other’s. We were kissing hot and heavy and she asked me to take off her Halter for her which I happy obliged. Her large breasts once removed from the confines looked so wonderful and I reached for them with both hands as she instructed me to take my time as she likes to be gently caressed. I felt the butterflies again rising I’m mi groin as I gently cupped each breast with my hands. They felt so warm and smooth to my touch I rolled my finger tips over her nipples and she let out a few small moans which told me I was doing something right. I leaned forward and placed my mouth over one of her nipples and used my tongue to give it a bath all the while I could smell her intoxicating perfume. I alternated between both of her breasts and those soft moans became more pronounced and her breathing became heavier. She started to move her self back and forth over my jeans first slowly and then quickened the pace. She grabbed my head and dove her tongue deep inside my mouth as she gave out a big sigh and held herself still as I could see her face was rather flush. (To be continued)

Like other elements of life, I’ve always sat with myself and questioned whether the whimsical and meaningless concepts of pleasures depicted on screen were the finality? And each time this question surfaced, my mind, it’s imagination and an urge to express my sexuality stood defiantly against set notions. While I am sure of my heterosexuality, I find nothing to be ordinary of my notion of pleasure.

Somehow, pleasure for me atleast, starts long before a layer of clothing is shed or a hand is held or infact a kiss is placed. For me it is deep rooted in imagination. The only way I can explain how it feels is like sinking in an ocean but you do not choke, instead under the deep blue lies a blank canvas that my mind aches to paint with a woman and the sheer amount of unfiltered pleasure that runs in the distance between me and her. She could be hung from the ocean surface miles away from me and I’d be able to feel the wine in her veins and how its fermenting in mine as if attraction was never a consequence, instead a start or perhaps a catalyst to greater experiences. Read more »

OMG, I’m so excited about what’s installed for this weekend.

Hubby will be away at his family’s event. I will be home relaxing and having girl time with my bestie Jesse and our new, exciting friend which we meet at the bar and her name is veronica.

Starting today, after work as Jesse will be picking me up and heading to the liquor store to buy bottles not sure of what as of yet. Once we get to my place, have some pregame drinks and wait for the arrival of veronica.

Omg I so excited and it’s making me extremely horny and wet!!!!😉

I didn’t tell him that I was probably ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.

The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.

“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.

My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again. Read more »

The hotel is chic. It’s elegant and stylish, yet I sit at the bar, alone and uninterested in the hustle and bustle of the crowd around me. The air is thick with the acrid assortment of fragrances and pungent stink of alcohol breath. Top 40 contemporary hits pulse in the background. Boring. I contemplate downing my chablis and returning to my room. I could stream something lewd and lascivious on pay-per-view. 

I start to fuss with my purse, when I see you cross the crowded room towards the available stool next to me, belly-up to the bar. The seat is open and I offer it to the handsome man before me. This could be interesting, I think to myself. I smile and turn my attention back to my wine. I don’t want to appear too eager.

“Is this seat taken?” you ask. I gesture absently with my free hand and you slide casually onto the stool. “What are you drinking tonight?”

I tell you about my wine of choice, its heady with the taste of citrus and white flowers, a dry white wine characterized by its purity of aroma and taste. I flag the bartender and offer to buy you a drink.  Read more »

Summer makes me frisky. Might be the Celtic blood in my veins, but I dream ~~daily~~ hourly about running naked through soft grass and letting the night breeze rustle my bush for once.

Unfortunately, I live in a pretty little neighborhood in a decently sized city. This means I’m limited in my options to satisfy that wild streak.

It started as walking into my backyard at night, fully nude. The back porch is hidden from the street, and as long as I keep the light off, it’s dark enough that the neighbors won’t see if they peek. Not that they do, they’re in bed at a decent time. Still, I’m careful and never stay outside for more than a minute or two. It made my heart beat fast and my nipples hard and my pussy so wet and slick.

But I can’t walk down the street with nothing on but my tattoos, so I’ve started trying out the next best thing. Read more »

I’m a hotwife; what I like about this is I get the benefit of variety in partners.  That’s very fun – to be able to scratch different itches on a whim.  But there is always something to be said for the play you can develop with a longer term partner.  Creative, evolved, more edgy and way more experimental…with time always comes something new to play at. Repeat business is not only the biggest compliment but also the best gift.

I have a regular partner who also likes to explore new things. When we had the opportunity for an overnight playdate we came up with a wish list of things to do and try with all that time and freedom. I have to laugh at this – we always come up with something akin to a kid’s Christmas list. Far too long and involved to hit all the marks in one date or even a full night as it turns out.  “High class problems” we both acknowledge. 

One thing we talked about for the overnight was dabbling in some cnc play and/or sleep sex.  We discussed how he might rouse me from my sleep with his cock already stroking me – this excited me immensely. Read more »