‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ I think to myself as yet another snooty soccer mom doesn’t tip on her order. And yet, I smile, thank her and wish her a wonderful evening. I deliver dinner all across town; some people tip and others don’t. But for some reason, tonight was not my night. Seven stiffs in a row. Doesn’t matter if I carried six bags of steaming hot pizzas up three flights of stairs, or if I go the extra mile and bring all the fixings. I sigh and shuffle back to my car and ease my way back into traffic. Soon, I arrive back at the restaurant where my boss is in a mood. He’s holding the door open, with his hand gesturing for me to hustle. I park, and sprint into the store. I internally groan, I was eight minutes early! And it was me who needed to rush, pft! I swallow my frustration and move through the motions to leave on yet another delivery.
Category: Erotica
The night I knew sex will be a problem in my life.
First of all I’m not a native English speaker so, sorry if there is some weird sentence. I hope it will be understandable and enjoyable.
It was about a decade ago I was 16 or 17 and I was in a relationship with a girl but we kinda take a break in our relationship the time this story take place.
I hadn’t talk to my “Girlfriend” for a week or two and the last conversation ended up badly, so I acted like we were not together anymore.
Shortly after that event I went to a party where I run into an old friend of mine I didn’t talk to for about 4 or 5 years, she was a good friend back then but our road take different path with time.
Let’s call her A for the rest of the story.
A was my age, a nice short Blonde with a cute face, nice little, fat ass and chubby curve.she was short, about 1m55. For comparison I’m 1m75.
So we talked to each other for a long time and decided to swap our number to keep contact after the party.
Freaky date night with my wife
Ok one time me and my wife we were fucking at home with the window open and i told her that what if someone sees us and she said it was ok to let them watch and then i asked her what if they wanna join she said we let them i got super turned on that i came all over her pussy then she made me eat her out with my cum all that happen right before we left to go get dinner and while i was eating her out i told her to not wear panties to dinner and she agreed when we got there we sat across a couple but only the guy was facing my wife and you could tell she noticed my wife had no panties cuz he couldnt stop staring at my wifes pussy and she would open her legs on porpuse cuz ahe new he was watching he did no said anything to us maybe because of his wife but im pretty sure he got a boner we were super horny talking about it that when we left the restaurant we went straight to a sex store and bought a toy for my wife and she did used it on out way home we took the toll going home and she had her legs wide open ontop of the dash ficking herself with the toy all we could see was the flashes of the toll cameras that was super hot that when we got home we fucked again ☺️☺️
Vodka martini, whatever you’ve got handy, rocks, with a twist
“Can’t believe I didn’t have a chance to run home before you guys bombarded me to go out tonight…I’m stuck in dress clothes, shirt, tie, slacks, oxfords, the whole 9 yards and you jerks are casual,” I said to my buddies as we stepped on the elevator.
“Overdressed and overeager,” chimed in a winking gray-haired man as the elevator doors swung full open. The group broke out in laughter. I broke out in red face.
“God damnit, why am I so fucking loud?” I asked myself under breath as I found myself in the corner of the lift. Doors closing, slowly rolling up to the 9th floor.
I stepped off, bewildered at how beautiful this place was. Floor to ceiling 12 foot windows; clear views of the summer city night skyline glimmering like the star washed water I saw last year at the lake house; chrome adorned fabrications everywhere I looked; sexy souls searching for something crammed in every corner to vie for another. “This just might be okay,” I thought.
Brotherly Love, Chapter 1.
# “Brotherly Love”, a secret co-written erotica exposed.
Elaine sighed as she rolled in her bed for what had to be the millionth time that night. The moon hung high in the sky, clouds shrouding and hugging beneath it, though the shine still casted a pale glow across her body. Nights like this we’re a bitch. It didn’t help that Alex had his laptop running on almost full volume. Usually the noise was welcomed— the silence was frightening. Nearly an hour passed before she threw the covers up and over her legs. There was no way she was going to get to sleep right now. Almost one in the morning and not a single wink. Her eyes averted to her laptop- maybe if Alex was awake he’d want to play something with her, or watch another Game Grumps re-run. Elaine couldn’t stand being bored. Walking over to her dresser she caught herself in the mirror; a small pink tank top, black boy shorts and knee high striped socks.
When you least expect it
“Now serving A457 at counter 3” the loudspeaker called.
I snapped out of my zombie-like Facebook scrolling, and looked at my ticket. D868.
“Shit” I complained. I sigh and roll my eyes. I have been here for an hour already. This was supposed to be the fast DMV. I hope my battery is in it for the long haul today, I think, as I look back down.
“Is anyone sitting here?”
I glance up, and I flush. Standing in front of me is a man. He is wearing carpenter shorts, a tshirt, and a pair of sneakers.
“You are now!” I say. My cheeks heat up at the 1000 megawatt smile he gives me as he sits down. Have you ever had someone look at you, and make you feel like they see into your soul? Yeah, it was one of those looks.
I hope he wants to chat, I think, as my phone dings. I glance down to see a text from baby daddy. My face falls. “What the fuck does he want?”
“Damn” he says concerned. “I hope I am never responsible for causing you to ever make a face like that. Is everything ok?”
My Best Friend pt 1
My friend texted me to let me know she was house sitting for her grandparents. She asked if I wanted to come over like old times, smoke a little weed and drink a little white wine.
The night is carrying on. I don’t remember how we got on the conversation.. but I remember asking her, “do you ever think about hooking up with me?”. Mind you, we have known each other for 10 years.. there’s always been this, sexual tension. She then responds “yes, I’ve always wanted to experiment with girls. I didn’t know how to go about it. if I’m going to hook up with a girl, it would be you”
My pussy is pulsing with excitement. I grab a handful of hair in the back of her head and bring her closer to me. Her lips on mine.. so soft and so much smaller than my fuller lips. I start to slowly put my tongue in her mouth.. I bite her lip a little. We stop and look at each other.. I bring her in for another kiss with my left hand.. my right hand already bringing down her leggings. I thought about that all night as I watched her fat ass bounce as she walked.
Wedding reception hijinks 02 (incest)
Connor was ready to get the next two set. This was another special, incest-laden fuck. His aunt, Vanessa Hannan was a 40-year-old, certified MILF. She was originally from Southern Spain, had a darker complexion, beautiful face with big, full cocksucker lips and huge dark eyes, long black hair, big round tits, curvy hips, and a JLo ass. He’d stroked the meat several times imagining himself fucking the delectable Mrs. Hannan, bringing a huge rush of cum spewing out.
The spicier aspects, she was still married, her husband was away on a business trip, and she had caught on to what was going to happen, approached Connor and told him point-blank that she wanted in on the fun. Connor was happy to set that up, oh this was going to be a good one. Her 18-year-old son Scott was going to unknowingly have a hot sex session with her. Probably her son had loose lips and had let the plan slip to his Mom. Connor grinned, he is going to be using those lips on his own mother’s cunt.
He texted her, and in the lobby, the tight dress she was wearing, oh fuck, what a great package.
Sarah’s Best Friend
When Charlotte began to upload photos and videos of herself, her and Sarah’s relationship changed. In many ways, the two girls had become a lot closer.
First of all, Sarah had to see Charlotte’s tits pretty much every time they met. On the beach, when they were jogging together, or even on their latest bike trip. 34c-titties, cute pink nipples, perfect for a cheerleader. There were many things Sarah could say about her best friend, but calling her ugly was not one of them, and she couldn’t complain. There was a reason why her best friend had a certain amount of online fame.
Charlotte always made it a point, to show off herself. Even if it was outdoors.
Sure, at the beginning it was a bit weird. Last week, when they were meeting up in front of a forest with a popular jogging route, Sarah felt compelled to ask a few questions.
## Monday 11:20 am
“Hey, uhm, are you sure about this?”
After giving each other a tight hug, the two girls looked at each other. Charlotte had brought a selfie stick with her. Her shoulder-long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore yoga pants and a pair of running shoes.
Best Ride Of My Life (F/M)
I run as fast as I can to reach the platform, cursing myself for being late once again. I come to an abrupt halt as I realise the train is delayed. I mutter to myself, “For Fuck’s Sake!” At this moment I notice someone looking in my direction. A man. A rather attractive one at that. I look away quickly, feeling flustered and a little embarrassed. It is a warm summer day and I am hot and sweaty. Not the sexiest look I admit. Or maybe he likes that, I chuckle to myself at the thought, daring to look over at him. He is now looking at his phone, giving me a few moments to appreciate him. He is sitting down, his legs slightly apart. He looks smart in his shirt, tie and trousers, the tightness of his shirt accentuating his athletic build underneath. My eyes roam a little too long and he looks up at me once more. This time I hold eye contact with him for a few seconds. He breaks away first, smoothing his dark wavy hair and looking back down. Was that a nervous gesture?