Category: Erotica

Said Mia as the married couple began French kissing. They loved showing public displays of affection, but casper sitting across the table began feeling a mix of uncomfortable yet turned on. He never found lesbians appealing, but Mia and Ava seem to have caught his affection. “I’m going to use the bathroom” said **Ava**. Trotting her heels to the bathroom one leg at a time.

**Mia** got up to bring dessert. After setting it on the table, she purposely fell on Caspers lap and sat there for a few moments. Blood rushed to Caspers cock before his own eyes. It only took four seconds to get harder than a horse. “Oh my what do we have here” whispered Mia. “But you’re married!”. Without saying a word Mia got on her knees and unzipped Caspers jeans. “That is a nice cock. It looks just like my favorite Dildo upstairs!” Mia whispered again staring at Caspers cock sitting up hard as a rock as if it was trying to fly off his body. Her mouth half an inch away from it. It was fat and its length slightly bigger than her face. As Mia admired Casper, she silently stared at his package. With his cock almost sitting on her face, the bathroom door unlocked. Mia accidentally got slapped by Caspers cock hurrying away back to her chair. “So what did I miss?” Said Ava. “Casper was just telling me how much he loved the house.” Replied Mia with a grin and pussy wetter then the nile river.

++This is 10% ish of a story I put up on smashwords, I hope you like the teaser and if you want to catch the ending the link will be down below. Going to post here regularly with some snippets++

Dad never touched me, not in the last eighteen years, and it was only after I turned eighteen that he started to appear at my bedroom door, but only on the nights when my mom was working late. It was always dark, and the soft moonlight faintly illuminated him from my window, so I could never really make him out. But I could see the motion of his hands as he stroked himself.

It took months for me to work up the courage, but I started to sleep naked, and I would leave my butt poking out of my blankets or uncover one of my breasts when I knew he would be stopping by. On those nights, I heard the excitement in his breathy whispers and the fury with which he touched himself. Those nights made me wet, and I would always look forward to the nights that he would come to see me because I loved thinking that my daddy loved me that way. Read more »

I’ve found a new friend. I’ve told you about him: younger professional, married and feeling naughty. Chats have been good, full of discussion and sarcasm. We’ve traded pictures and he’s a little smitten, frankly. I think he’s cute. I’ve asked you to chat with him too, so he understands what’s happening. He’s asked if I’d be available to meet for a drink, and I tell you I’m going to go.

The night of, you help me get dressed. I select something casual, like jeans and a blouse. You give me that look, shaking your head, NO. You lay out a wrap dress, help me select which lingerie I should wear underneath. My brown boots, for a hint of take-no-prisoners attitude.

I put my hair up, letting my long earrings dangle against my neck. You’re watching me, and I see your cock stiffening in your pants. I give you a smile and lean over to give you a kiss. You bend down to kiss your way down my neck, breathing through my dress onto my skin, pulling the dress aside to nibble on my breasts through my bra. Read more »

You don’t often get so shamelessly needy, so direct. You’ll, tease, hint, and flirt to get what you want. But when you do…

When you ask me to fuck you. When you narrow your eyes, crinkle your nose, grin, and ask me to fuck you it flips a switch.

All those dark things you crave…I become them.

When you ask me to fuck…
I want to touch and taste you until you’re writhing.
until you’re sweating.
until you’re grinding for even the barest touch.
until you are no longer asking, you’re begging.

Any pretense of you playfully teasing long since eclipsed by my own teasing and your growing desperate need.

Then I become that sadist. that ravager. that predator. I will fuck you until your begging becomes a struck whimper…a slutty moan…eager gagging…a choked gasp.

I will use every inch of you to ignite every one of our senses until we collapse, tangled, into one another. I want to fuck you because I can’t help giving you exactly what you ask for.

But I’m up humping my pillow. 😣🥺 Kinda wet.. thinking about my home being broken into and someone sneaking into my room. Reaching under my covers and rubbing my pussy through my panties until I woke up. Putting a knife to my neck, telling me that I’ve been a bad little girl. Explaining how he’s seen my posts and cries for attention.. to the point of teasing my address to some. He couldn’t just let me do something so.. dangerous. I had to be his.
“Good little kitten, I can feel how wet you are from this..” my face turns red at his words as I realize how wet I really am.. He pressed the knife lightly into my neck. “Better be a good girl for Daddy.”