Category: eroticliterature

I met a girl with many names with love in her heart and fire in her eyes. She wears a smile on her lips and a passionate independence on her persona. She leads me to the edge and I jump off all too willingly.

She devilishly flirts and then coyly resists my cordial advances, always with exemplary artistry and grace. Her spirit casting colors, trilling my reality and enlivening my senses. Her voice quickening my mind like a joyful choir. My thoughts are humming in contemplation.

I besiege her castle and stand outside the gates. I call over the walls. I sound the trumpets. I wave my bright banners. I wear my gleaming armor upon my trusty stead. I am a force of steel and courage. I demand her instant surrender. Eventually, I wear her defenses down and I lead her to my bed.

There is no past, no future, only present, only the great eternal now as I pull off her jeans one leg at a time. And then slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and drag them down her long, slender legs. I toss them aside. I open her and begin to kiss up her smooth thighs. She breaths heavily and whispers my name. Read more »

Things would quiet down downstairs. He was very good about keeping his company noise at a tolerable level.
Now the noise problems are coming from my apartment, in my room, right above his kitchen . The walls in our unit are so paper thin you can hear a mouse piss on cotton.  I go in my room at night and rub out the longest orgasm while imagining this man do things to me that I’ve never heard of.
You see, every since that night I confronted him about the noise disturbance; I can’t stop thinking about him. One night him and his friends were downstairs. Surprisingly, I didn’t notice anyone was downstairs because they barley made a peep. I was rubbing one out. HARD!  The curiosity must’ve been to much to handle because my wet dream was abruptly ended when I heard banging on my door.
I jumped up and threw on my robe, when I looked out the peep hole on my door I saw my neighbor standing on the other side. I took a few deep breaths and answered with a surprised smile.
“Hey,  bae what’s up?” He had a half ass grin on his face but looked confused.
“Hey ma. Just seeing if you was aight. It sound like you were crying or were you screaming?” I blushed with embarrassment “Nah, just a bad dream.”
He slide his eye between the crease in my robe. He knew I was lying. ” Oh I see, well look ma I let you get back to sleep then. Don’t hesitate to ask for any favors.” The grim never left” Goodnight.”
“Goodnight um?”
“LJ, everybody just calls me by my initials.”
I kept pressing instead of just shutting the door. “What’s LJ stand for? I mean what’s your name? Forgot to ask last time.”
“I’ll tell you later.” He teased before walking down the hall and heading back downstairs. For now it’s cool. I’ll just moan the letters LJ out when having my “special time”  now that I know there attached to him.
Somehow, I just knew this shit wasn’t over. I had to find a reason to knock on his door or get him to knock on mine.
Part III coming soon??

It started pretty soon after I’d moved in to the complex. He’d noticed me situating my furniture on the balcony and came out on his to introduce himself. His name was Chris, and he lived alone next door to me. I couldn’t deny the excitement he sent through me just from looking at him. His dirty blonde hair was long and wavy, the top he hid with a backwards baseball cap. His jaw was wide, the definition of chiseled, and I could see the rough outline of his stubble.

“Do you need help moving furniture or anything?” He leaned over his railing towards me. I couldn’t help but notice the well defined muscles in his arms flex as he did.

I glanced up at his brown eyes and smiled, “No, that’s okay. My brother and his friends already have it covered. Thank you, though.”

If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. “Well, let me know if you do. Just knock on your bedroom wall and I’ll hear you, my bed’s just on the other side.” He went back inside, but then poked his head out from the door, “and, uh, fair warning… things occasionally get loud on my side. Just knock.” Read more »

I wake to the marks you left on my skin
Where you pushed me
Knowing somehow I wanted to be pushed to my edge,
Wanted to lose myself in sting and breath and heaving chest

I want you

To lead me down paths I’ve yet feared to tread,
Force me to whisper things yet unsaid
How did you know that I wanted to be fed
Your fingers?

I can pretend to resist but my body betrays me
Twitches and squirms and never obeys me
Can’t help but lean in to the way you enslave me

I want you

To teach me to release into grip so firm
Force me to whimper and quiver and
squirm
Force me to melt into sting, thud and burn

I can pretend to resist but my body betrays me
Squeezes and spasms and never obeys me
Misbehaves and craves all the ways you invade me

Forbidden shivers deliver arched spine
When you force me to quiver and whimper and whine

You make me feel

Like I could fully exist with at least one witness
And wholely relinquish
My body and mind

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