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Nature’s will.

It’s spring. All around me, the farm I’ve built with my own hands thrums with life.

There is a force, a current to spring. I can feel it coursing through my body as I work. The sunlight, the green grass, my crops. Everything is rushing to grow, to reproduce, to create new life.

That force is compelling, pulsing with the steady heartbeat of life. I feel it waking early in the morning. Tending crops. Delivering new calves. I feel it in me, stronger and stronger each day.

And I know you feel it too. You ache for it, yearn for something you can’t even articulate. Working and rushing through life, a woman in a city – surrounded by grey faces, feeling only emptiness. You need it, like I need it. To feel what I am so attuned to. The pulse of life, pulsing through us.

Your dreams are haunted by me. Aching visions of raw, needy sex in a field of green. Taken by me – a man who creates and nurtures life with his hands, his very soul. The power of Nature, around us – inside us. Pulsing in the birdsong as I lay your body down in my field. Humming through your spine as my hips part your thighs, your legs close around me. Read more »

A short start for today [M/F]

One of my favorite experiences was when I was back with my ex-gf and I had stayed at her house the night before. I woke up before her, still spooning her and my morning wood was hard against her ass. I gently moved her leg over and woke her up by shoving my cock inside her tight pussy. She moaned loudly, still half asleep as I started thrusting in and out of her, fucking her on our sides. She arched her back for me to get deeper inside of her, still moaning like a whore while we felt me pummeling her insides.

I didn’t have much time before my alarm was going to go off to wake me up for work, so I didn’t try to last. I thrust deep in her and groaned in her ear as I filled her pink snatch with my cum. I didn’t even kiss her before I got up and got dressed for work. I put on some cologne but just knowing that my cock smelled like her pussy all day at work had me ready to fuck her brains out til the minute I got home and did just that.

Chapter 11. Help me Rhonda [oral sex] [OC] [nsfw]

The events of this chapter follow immediately from [Chapter 10. Is the Subject Art](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mi7v7l/chapter_10_is_the_subject_art_ocart_classcfnm/).

[Hearing the melody “Spill the Wine” by Eric Burdon & War]

…

As I fell asleep and dreamed.
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie,
and that I was the star.

…

I stood high upon a mountaintop,
naked to the world
in front of every kind of girl.

…

I awoke abruptly to the clanking of dishes and talking coming up from the kitchen below. It seemed the song had been playing on a loop in my mind. It’s easy to see what brought this golden oldie to mind— I had just spent the last hour or so on a kind of mountaintop naked before, well, I don’t know for sure who I was naked before except for Miss Winters.

I guess I was having fun in my subconscious state. I was sporting a passable erection as I got off the bed. I hung the robe in the master bathroom and slipped on a warm-up suit: it was blue wind pants and a matching 1/4-zip, pullover windshirt. Looking in the mirror, I smoothed down my hair and headed downstairs. Read more »

Like a Good Neighbor – Part 8 [M/F][Cheating][Caught][Oral Sex][Cum Play][L-Bomb]

I looked in the mirror as Kurt started to get dressed. His warm cum coated my face and breasts as I looked at myself in the mirror. I should be feeling ashamed, I should be feeling remorse, I should be terrified that my marriage was coming to an end. As I used a hand towel to wipe away Kurt’s cum, and quickly splashed my face with water, I started to smile. In my head, I knew smiling about this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Ronny had taken both of us by surprise and caught us red-handed, or in my case, cock-handed. As I wrapped a towel around myself and took Kurt’s hand into mine, I was overwhelmed with a new emotion.

I felt relieved. No more lies, no more sneaking around, no more being stuck in a loveless marriage. I had no doubt Ronny would maneuver for everything in the divorce. That was fine. Between Kurt and the baby, I had everything I’d ever wanted. My skin flushed with goosebumps as the exhilaration and excitement of this moment had finally arrived.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” I said as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Kurt on the cheek. Read more »

Eat my bush

I am a virgin and I have been growing my bush during quarantine. I take care of it, every day. Oiling it, with scented oil. It’s so big, thick dark and shiny. I can’t stop thinking about the man that will have the privilege to taste it once, I ‘ll sit my tight hairy pussy on his face. Late 20’s.

My Cheeky Writing Habbit

I used to be like many of you. Going about my average day doing average things. Interviewing people and researching topics to fill the column of an online magazine; drinking at a filthy downtown bar for the aesthetics; and making frivolous conversation with frivolous people, whom I guess you could call my ‘friends, all in the hopes of making time go by a little faster. It wasn’t like I was unhappy, but my daytime activities certainly left me aching for a source of real joy. Luckily after having a few conversations and falling down a handful of risqué online rabbit holes, I knew I had stumbled upon something unique. A nook in a vast library of motivational activities. My very own combination of 11 herbs and spices to spruce up my writing. After a few weeks of going at it, I found myself drooling with anticipation during the day to indulge my newfound wicked night-time routine. It left me feeling like a sexually emancipated queen and I was eager to be crowned each night. The following is an account of one such night a couple of weeks back. Read more »

First time post 30M

Hi everyone – first time post here. Let me know what you think – I’m M writing for F.

You let us into your room and I sit down on a chair and let you go and change into the suspender belt, matching bra and panties I brought with me. You slide back into sight and I let you straddle my lap and kiss me. I kiss you back furiously with my tongue parting your lips and sliding over yours and my hands grip your bum, spreading your cheeks so you settle nicely in my lap and you can feel my thick cock hardening through my trousers.

You lie down and I rub your shoulders, your back and you legs. Teasing around your pussy and nipples but never quite reaching

I stand you up and lie you down on the bed kissing your shoulder, over your bra and down your belly to lick up your panties – you feel the roughness of my tongue through the material as you get slightly wetter, ready for me. Read more »

Good Morning (FFM)

I wake to the sound of someone moaning. As my eyes slowly open, I realize two things. The first, I am naked. The second, the person moaning is me. Why am I moaning? As my brain starts to work, sensations start to pour in. I’m propped up against his chest as he nibbles on my neck an shoulders, his hands cupping my breasts as he rubs his thumbs over my nipples. The next set come from lower. You, nestled between my spread thighs, placing kisses on them as you meet my waking gaze.

As I finally make it to full consciousness, your mouth move to hover above my centre. Already wet, your breath is like fire fanning a flame into a wildfire. He grabs my wrists and holds them by my sides when I move to bring your face against me. I can feel his arousal trapped against my back, but he makes no move to ease it as he holds me captive. You push my legs back, causing my lips to spread, opening a clear view of the juices pooling in my centre. Gently, so slowly I can barely stand it, you lick the first pools out, holding them in your mouth and coming up to kiss me. I moan, this time fully aware of my own need, wanting to bring you to the same desperate state. Read more »

Walking home from the fair (MF)

We had just finished high school and were going to the fair as a final goodbye to the senior class. I was a total nerd in school, so there was no way any of these people would miss me. I went alone and joined the others as they went on the rides and played the games. Honestly, it was better than school; no one seemed to care anymore that I was the nerd. Troy Jefferson bought me a beer and I hung out with all the guys like we’ve been friends this whole time.

The night wore on and after a last round of selfies it was time to say goodbye. I waved by to everyone quickly – not wanting to linger and push my luck. As I made my way toward the road I heard someone running on the gravel behind me.

“Hey! Hey, hey Parker!” Came a breathy voice from behind me. Read more »