It was a quarter past midnight and I thought I was the only one in the gym. I stripped down naked and made my way to the shower. One of the stalls was running and I made out a figure behind the curtain.
I got into the shower diagonal. The strangers curtain peaked open by itself and her figure showed.
C cups, skinny waist and curvy arse. Blonde hair and a very trim , covered pussy.
She knew I was there. My cock jumped into a full eight inch erection as I watched her shower. Each other’s hot water ran down each other’s body. She even rubbed her clit open intentionally exposing it to my direction. Finishing her show she reached for her towel, wrapped up and made her way to the lockers
Category: Erotica
Kali – Part 1
A two part dystopian erotica set in Ireland. For the version complete with playlists go to
[https://samanthajwright.com/2022/05/26/kali-part-1/](https://samanthajwright.com/2022/05/26/kali-part-1/)
Every atom inside Joel pulsed as if besieged by the radiation. When he struggled to sleep, which was often, he imagined each of his cells on a microscopic level with a nuclear sun flaring inside, ready to destroy him in the same way Putin’s Satan two nuke had obliterated Dublin, his country’s capital city. Fortunately he was quite far away. He had felt the scorching aftershock. Heard the deafening sound. Had observed the mushroom cloud of evil towering high into the stratosphere. But hidden beneath a concrete bridge he’d been afforded some protection at least.
Weakened, that bridge had now fallen; a shattered hunk of supposed human progress, reduced to mere dust and twisted metal. As had civilisation in just twenty three days. There had been no time to prepare. This added to the sense of desperation. People had turned feral with terrifying speed, looting stores for supplies, killing anyone who dared ask for help or God forbid tried to barter. Fear ruled. Humans had become wolves; most only loyal to whatever pack they had affiliated themselves with leaving the rest terrifyingly alone.
Camping Tail PART 3 [Tease][Seduction]
I woke up with a start. Checking my phone, I saw that it was already mid-afternoon. I had slept for almost four hours and awoke to the dull glow penetrating the thin walls of the tent. At some point, the ladies must have strung up a tapestry to separate our little sleeping area from the rest of the tent, creating a bit of privacy.
Sitting up, stretching the sleep from my limbs, I could hear the ladies talking animatedly, hidden from view somewhere on the other side of the tapestry.
“How does this look?” said Abby, from behind the tapestry. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“No, you look hot,” came Heather’s reply. “You’re gonna be the hottest bitch out there this weekend.”
“You think so? But you, girl, look at those titties! I wish I had tits like that.”
Heather’s laugh rang through the tent. “They are gonna be out and proud all weekend. I just can’t get over how incredible your ass looks.” Her words were punctuated by the smack of a hand against an ass, followed by a smatter of light laugher.
centimeters
today i told a girl how many inches my cock was and she told me i would never satisfy her.
That girl is my #1 sex dream and I’ve always dreamed of fucking her, but after this I’m a little bit disappointed…
What do you suggest?
Tweet extrapolation.
Jonty Campbell
conservative MP
recently Tweeted thus:
‘’Here’s the thing with girls of 22 or under, they smell massively different to a girl of 28. Girls 16 to, say, 23 have this creamy, buttery, slightly sweet smell that is unbelievably magnetic.’’
In doing so (tweeting) this pioneering young blade merely articulated a natural truth – which is that men are organically predisposed to be attracted to young women with a view to inseminating and impregnating them with as immediate as possible an effect as is reasonable or lawful. This is not controversial. It is not violence. It is not misogyny. It is a fact of biology. It is a fact of psychology. It is a fact of libido. Most men of any age – if supplied with a 19 year old woman for the purposes of sexual intercourse – would freely indulge themselves to a point of a sufficient grounding in the free emission of the magnetic fluids of sexual ecstasy. This fact is not evidence of criminality. It is evidence of masculinity and of health and of vitality. Hence:
One thing that one is
in the normal course of events
very interested in
is the smell of young women (aged 18+)
the taste
of young women (aged 18+)
the olfactory and the gustatory apprehensions and impressions
obtainable at the temple (body)
of young women (aged 18+)
regarding and in relation to
the bodily odiferous aromatic and complex excretions
of young women (aged 18+)
the sweats the soils the smears the farts and the taints
in the young woman (aged 18+)
and her physical body department
especially
in her undergarment concealed and secret places
(aperture crack slot areas)
(inside of her soft white panties)
the pussy (cunt) (aged 18+)
the asshole (shitter) (aged 18+)
of young women (aged 18+)
but as well as that
and proceeding logically from the sufficient ground
of an inaugural olfactory apprehension
into practical action
namely the insertion of the tongue
into her body
in one or both of two ways
I mean regarding her pussy (cunt) (aged 18+)
and regarding her asshole (shitter) (aged 18+)
the smell the aroma the smack and the savour
of these and other bodily areas
might be properly recognized
as a bewitching intoxicating
organic olfactory/gustatory symphony of hope
of future and of realization of epiphany
the substance of all necessary meaning in a life
think of it just right now
I mean to say think of
your tongue pressing earnestly
and forthrightly and savagely
and into the asshole (shitter) (aged 18+)
of young a woman (aged 18+)
you are licking the inside of her shitter (asshole) (aged 18+)
and this is partially because
of a natural actuation
emerging in the way that she smells
she squeaks and she squawks (aged 18+)
in celebratory fanfare
she tears at her own buttocks (aged 18+)
desperate to part them sufficiently immoderately
to facilitate your tongue
into an anal (aged 18+)
penetration of supreme and final depth.
Do I tell Uncle Jack I got groped on a bus today?
On my way to babysitting this afternoon, I took the usual bus route to my Uncles house (I regularly babysit his son, Mason). I had my headphones on and went to the back of the bus, window seat.
It’s about a half hour bus journey and I usually don’t do anything else besides listen to music. And today was like no other so I didn’t see the older gentleman get on a few stops further down me and takes a seat besides me.
I don’t know exactly when I notice it but I feel a ‘bump’ against my right side, close to my chest. Now, my chest is pretty big so it’s hard to avoid in close proximity but the guy sat next to me seemed to be closer than I realised. But I took no notice.
Then a minute or so later that’s when I feel a finger brush against my breast. I don’t move my head away from the window view, I just remain silent and still. But there is definitely something going on. I wouldn’t say I felt scared.. Just.. Curious?
The wolf’s morsel
The flip side of “wolf at my door” -which can be found on my profile
He watches her from the shadows of the trees, as she flattens a blanket on the ground. She has nothing on, her rear sticking up and showing off it’s curves.
Her skin glows from the sun, not darkened from it, but rather pale like the moon. She has laid herself out to lounge, the heat of the day making her skin glossy. He licks his lips, she looks like such a morsel.
She has used this spot to sun herself before, and what a lucky boy he is to have happened upon her during his walks in the woods. He watches her from afar, hungry for her each time he finds her lounging in this secluded meadow.
His cock rises, thinking back to the times before, seeing her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, perking up when the wind blows across them. How he would love to taste her skin. He shifts his weight to see better between her thighs.
Crack, a twig beneath him cracks.
(F4M) roleplay daddy/old man
I’m a 28 year old female that has always had a thing for older perverted men, I love the idea of being touched inappropriately, groped in public and more.
***Me: 5’5, brunette, inexperienced, shy, always eager to please, big breasts (photos for ref if you’d like them)***
***You: 50+ male with a dirty mind and a lot of patience.***
*Plot 1:* we’re at home alone when you notice the skirt I’m wearing is shorter than what is appropriate. You realise that having a talk with me about it may come across as crossing boundaries as the feelings you get when you catch a glimpse of my white panties.
*Plot 2:* We’re strangers sitting next to each other in the cinema watching a horror. You look over to see my top is low cut and every time I jump my 40DD chest bounces and now all you can think about is making a move on me.
*Plot 3:* You’re my married-with-kids, older boss and I’m your new secretary. You”re not the nicest boss, you work me hard and sometimes late into the night. One evening in the office I decide to confront you about your attitude towards me, sometimes I think you just outright don’t like me. But it turns out you feel the complete opposite…
Unfortunately I haven’t got kik but any other platform could work. Desperate to find a partner! Thanks
Ultimate submission of Avatar Korra [non con][tentacles][breeding]
A story someone commissioned of me, and I had TONS of fun designing the tentacle monster <3
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These last few months had been a dream. They shouldn’t have been absent from the physical world for so long, but after being separated for years, only to get together and have to deal with Kuvira… They deserved a long vacation. Specially after discovering their feelings for each other. They wanted to let their romance develop without Physical World Troubles (™) getting in the way. Not that they dedicated the whole time to be lazy and have sex. Korra and Asami had found plenty of spirits in need of help, and they often went on adventures to solve the problems of the bizarre creatures that inhabited the spirit world.
Today was no such day, though. They decided they had to go back. Asami was growing uneasy about not being able to watch over her company like a hawk. And they both missed Mako, and Bolin. They were taking a leisure stroll through one of their favorite spots, where the plants were abundant, and full of flowers that didn’t exist in the physical world. They reminisced about their lives, and their relationship. They truly were made for each other. Korra turned towards Asami, brushing her hair behind her ears. She stood on her toes, leaning in for a kiss.
The Perfect Grope.
I took the same monorail daily. Sometimes seven days a week and usually there was the same attractive woman. Blonde. Perfect ten. Sometimes I would glance. Sometimes she would slip intentionally. A nipple or a peak up her skirt or shorts. Not long but enough to tease me and make me fat.
I filed in today and decided to hold the handle, standing. She almost startled me because I didn’t see her standing by my side at an angle. I felt her.
She backed her perfect ass into my free hand, guiding it up her jogging shorts with one graceful movement. I took over, opening my hand with a gentle squeeze and caress. My fingers grazed her bare pussy. I cupped her ass. The rail came to a stop. My hand and her ass reversed direction and we both separated once the doors opened and went along our usual routine.