Category: eroticliterature

I have always been one of those people who does not do crazy things, who has everything organized and does not go out of their way. I always need to have the situation under control, and since someone tries to take that control away from me, I go crazy. This applied to all areas of my life, until I met him.

It all started in that bar that I had never been to in my life, but that my friends frequented on Friday afternoons. I didn’t understand why they didn’t get tired of being there. It also had nothing special, more than a huge wooden bar, a television to watch games and some chairs scattered around the premises, although not enough for the number of people who went.

I was dressed directly in my work clothes: a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, a cardigan, and heels. When I got to the bar, I realized how out of place it was in that place. Everyone dressed more casually and people seemed a lot more relaxed than me. My friends greeted me from their table and I walked over.

-You arrived, Alba! Exclaimed one of them. Read more »

You pull my thong down all the way lifting my leg onto the bed to spread me wider as you line yourself up teasing my entrance with the head of your cock.

“Beg me to fuck you.” You say smacking my ass again. “Fucking beg me to take you like the whore you are.”

Before I could answer you push your cock deep in me making me gasp, you made sure I feel every inch of you, until I feel your base hit my pussy lips.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet” you let out a low guttural moan before sliding fully out of me.

You hear me moan and sigh at the same time, “You need me, huh?” you question as you snigger at me.

“You know I do” I plead as I turn my head to you.

“Aww, my girl, you’re so fucking sexy, those pretty pleading eyes of yours…” you start before you thrust you cock into me again, catching me off guard. “Baby you feel so good…” you say between heavy breathing. Read more »

Lessons in loathing. The first time you smelled rubber. The shameful hug of latex. Walking into a smoky sex club before the age of cameras, where only your eyes could record the whipping of emotional intrusions and sweaty misdirections. Most of us on here are humans. I don’t need 4k to remind me I am alive. Where are the well read, and the well said? Calling all dominant women who want a real, invisible, untouchable, connection into another person’s mind, soul, and slippery silhouettah of a man. I got stories. I have manners. 7 billion people and we are all lonely. Let our kinks be the bridge over troubled waters.

It had been a long night at work and I’m driving up the drive way to our house long after dark. It’s been snowing and it’s cold and I hear a notification on my phone. It’s a video of you in front of the false fireplace as you grasp your perfectly sized tits firmly then sticking two fingers into your pussy making an exaggerated “I’m going to cum” face and letting out a high pitched moan before smiling as you suck the juices off your wet finger. I feel my cock start to rise in my pants begging to be set free, you’re at the door to meet me completely naked. The cold winter air rushes through the open door which hardens your nipples and gives you goose bumps but you’re too warm from the horniness to care. As the door closes behind me you give me a deep kiss that still has the slight taste off your pussy that I’ve come to know well. You lead me to the living room and I stare at your perfect ass which bounces hypnotically as you walk in front of me.
We get to our destination and you kiss me again, it’s not as deep as your working on unbuttoning my shirt. You finally get it off and you kiss my body on your journey to my cock which is incredibly hard and clearly visible through my pants. You kiss my neck, chest, stomach and right below my belly button before you reach my crotch, you undo the button then unzip the zipper. You quickly dispatch of my underwear rolling everything down to my ankles and I kick the rest of my clothing to the side. Read more »