Category: Erotica

I’m on a movie set. A darkly lit setup in a small bedroom. The wood paneled walls extend all around with curtains and candles and lighting equipment and tripods scattered precariously across one side of the room.

Windows drawn, lots of shadows, chatter all around. I’m looking over this camera rig attached to my chest. Tightening straps and looking into the display to check the light levels. The crew is small, a lighting guy, the dude holding the boom microphone, the director, and me with the camera. The clicks of equipment locking into place and mumbles of double checks is quieted by the director announcing we’re ready.

You walk in dressed ready for a business meeting followed by a shadowy tall man, dressed just as well. His tie properly fit against his neck, your buttons secured over a white collared blouse.

The director talks to the two of you closely while my eyes wander from your bright red lips all the way down to your matching red pumps and back again. Our eyes meet and my heart skips. Read more »

Back in the day I used to get around quite a bit, so I had a hard time remembering faces.

Long story short, one fine day I decided to browse my old disused phone and came across a few old hook-ups still stored in contacts. I started messaging this one girl. I’ll call her Anna. In less than a dozen convincing texts, Anna agreed to me coming over. I turned up to her apartment and a stranger greeted me at the door. It was Anna, but I did not remember her face at all. I acted like I knew her and we ended up fucking anyway.

After that first session, we were lounging in the living room when her flatmate arrived home. It all made sense as soon as I saw her. I’ll call the flatmate Mandy.

Two years earlier I met Anna and her friends at a club. I was hitting on Anna, but she had to leave early so she gave me her number instead. I stayed on at the club and ended up fucking her friend Mandy at my place. Read more »

[Here’s PART ONE I’m case you missed it, make sure you read that and cum and finish here](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/nce14v/i_f23_fucked_the_pizza_guy_m18_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) ? Read more »

His thrusts have gone rougher and deeper, moans just as deep as his thrusts. The sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other was overpowered by his roaring groans that filled the room. “You think he can fuck you as good as I can?” He asks and grips on my waist, looking down at my breasts that bounce along every deep thrusting of his. The roughness he showed only made me even weaker to the knees, my head throwing back not to look at his lustful eyes. His fingers grip on my chin, forcing me to look down at him.

“Whenever I fuck you like a desperate little slut… you look at me.” He commands, his words flowing out of his gritted teeth. “You fucking look at me until you realize there’s no one else who can fuck you like this… understood?” He rasps and I nod a few times. My body felt nothing but pleasure… even if he was this rough. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to claim what belonged to him and only him. Read more »

It was so hard to hold still. To resist the urge to touch her any more than he already was. Her legs over his, her side against his chest, her head resting gently on his shoulder. His babygirl, curled up in his lap all tired and sick, had fallen asleep just moments before. Torturous, he thought. Her hair smelled so good, but he knew if he even moved his hand from her hip where it rested now, she would stir, awakening from her peaceful slumber. She needed her rest, so he contented himself with the images from the last time he had had her naked before him.

She had been such a good little slut for him last time. So eager to please him. He liked that. She had licked and sucked her Daddy to orgasm quickly, swallowing down every drop like a hungry little cumslut. He tried to draw it out, make it last, but he couldn’t. Not with the way her warm wet mouth felt around his shaft. Her tongue teasing him non-stop until he blew his load down her throat. He rewarded her with a treat, laying her down on her stomach and spreading her legs, letting her hold them open for his attentions, her arms behind her back as her hands gripped her creamy thighs tightly. As she moaned into the bed. He took his time licking and sucking her succulent, swollen little slit, savoring her, worshipping her with his tongue. So wet and creamy, just as she always was for Daddy. He had slid his hands over hers, not to push on them, but because she loved it. She loved the way he took control of her, making sure she kept her hands where he wanted them. Read more »

The wine I consumed all evening is burned off by the arousal coursing through my veins. your body pressing, your scent, your breathe melding with mine is making my heart beat a rapid staccato. You whisper in my ear, sweet, then beautiful, then filthy things that make me gasp and then moan. I try to maintain eye contact, but the sensations you coax take over as you relentlessly push me to my peak without mercy.

Long fingers caress the tender skin of my throat, and you squeeze. My eyelids pop open to meet mossy irises that are filled with need and cool, uncompromising control. As the oxygen to my brain depletes I get lost in their depths.

The edges of my vision get fuzzy, then you let go. the air around us vibrates with the force of your will. the look you give me demands I give you everything, and I feel myself being swept under. But I want to push you as far as you’ve pushed me, and I resist even as my heart begs me to yield to you . No, I say in a small voice, and shake my head, desperately trying to maintain my autonomy. Read more »