Category: Erotica

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I always felt bad.
Not depressed, dirty, or scarred in any way…
I felt bad, like ‘biker’ bad. Like I was in control and I wanted to control.
Maybe it’s a mental illness in some way, but it’s the good kind. The kind that has driven me through my life to get what I want… And give when I want to.
I imagined myself fucking almost every man I met.
The problem was that I grew up in a small town. A tight-knit community of people that wouldn’t tolerate a little blonde hottie running around getting their husbands into situations that would need a whole lot of explaining to the stuck-up women with curlers in their hair.
So I pushed it down.
I did well in school, I painted a pretty, innocent picture for everyone who knew me.
Literally. I was a good little artist.
When I finally moved away, it wasn’t in the best circumstance.
I had a boyfriend. He was lame… controlling. Lame and controlling go together like cum and my mouth.
We moved to the big city. Duluth, MN.
I know, it was supposed to be a metropolis that would spread its ass-cheeks wide for me to dig into with my tongue.
In hindsight, without the boyfriend in the picture, it absolutely could have been that.
You know what, it was that. I made it that.
This place had everything I needed and more…
What got me into a better mindset was that my boyfriend worked on the rigs.
He was a tool push.
He made good enough money for us to have a nice condo. He gave me spending money for me while I went to college. He gave me a car, a phone…
He was gone two weeks out of the month.
And when the cat’s away, the mice will play.
And I played hard. Read more »

Nadia ran through the crowds at the airport avoiding security trying to make it to her flight. “Last cal for flight to California.” The PA sounded throughout the airport. Nadia approached a flight attendant who was about to close the doors. She was out of breathe so she just handed the attendant her ticket. She was escorted to her seat and handed a glass of water. Nadia jugged it all. “Thank you.” Nadia said to the attendant then she began to settle into her seat. She thought she had the two seat space to herself, but was wrong when a gentleman with deep blue eyes, dirty blond curls, and a smile that made her panties melt.

Or at least that’s how they felt when her pussy released some of fluids as she laid her dark brown eyes on his deep sea blue eyes. He sat next to her and offered to shake her hand, “I’m Liam.” Nadia, almost in a trance, shook his hand, but nothing came out of her lips as she just kept staring at the beautiful man next to her. His smile lit up his whole face, and the spell broke when he laughed. “How old are you?” He didn’t know why he asked, but he had to stop her from drooling. “I’m so sorry, I’m Nadia, and I’m sure you get told this all of the time, but you are gorgeous.” He blushed, “Thank you, and was thinking the same about you.” Read more »

As you open the door to greet my my smile widens. I step in and grab you, a hand on each side of your arms, planting a kiss on your beautiful lips. My hands run down the length of you arms to the tips of your fingers and mine intertwine with yours as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate. I move us so your back is against the wall and bring our hands up above your head. I cross your wrists and hold them there with my left had as my right hand starts its way back down, running from your pinned hands down your arm, firmly pressing against the side of your breast and down over your hip. My kisses move from your lips to your neck. I kiss and nip as you turn your head to give me full access to the sensitive skin. I run my tongue up to you ear lob and suck in it just a bit. “Have you been a good girl, or a bad girl?” I whisper into your ear as I grind my hardening cock into your body. Read more »

Sunday, grey clouds grey day.

‘How many times have we watched this film!? I wonder out loud.

Another rerun, this time we’ve got the sound down, this is the routine now. A quiet afternoon to end the weekend, preparing ourselves for the five day stretch of eat, sleep, work repeat.

You jump off the sofa ‘stay there a minute’ you say skipping off behind me to the bedroom, bathroom wherever.

The rain’s coming down, and it’s heavy, battering the windows. So dark I reach across and switch the table lamp on. It’s too early to draw the curtains and the room is now reflected in the floor to ceiling windows. Beats looking at the weather that’s for sure, I catch sight of myself on the sofa, a four seater for two people, go figure.

Returning my uninterested gaze to the television, I hear a door open and then close, and sense you’re coming back into the room, bare feet padding on the laminate floor. I’m sure you were wearing socks before. You’re in a dressing gown, of course, it’s not too warm and your way of signalling a concession to the day. No more to do or an unwillingness to do it. Read more »