Category: eroticliterature

My first post on this sub. I hope it fits here and I tagged my post correctly. Let me know what you think!

Do we have to?” I said lazily as sat up to rest on my knees.

He stood up from the bed, walking over to the dresser. “Yes we do.” He spoke like a teacher chastising his student.

“Yes sir,” I licked my lips and looked up through my lashes, knowing he could see me in the mirror. I gathered up my hair and then let it tumble down my back. I stretched my arms up letting him get the full view of my body. Read more »

**Ben**

Ben’s hands trembled with nervousness and excitement. A pair of emotions he’d rarely felt together at this extreme. He kept them pressed tightly against his chest, his sweaty palms drying on his camp counselor Boy Scout T-shirt he wore to bed most nights. The smell of his stepmother’s lavender hair conditioner had permeated beyond his covers and pillows. It now soothed the air he breathed as he stared at the slender neckline of the older woman laying in front of him. Over the past hour she had inched her butt backwards towards him until his back was now flush against the cool wall.

*I have no where to go*, he thought.

It was a strange thought, he knew, especially since from the outside looking in, any other 18 year old boy would kill to be in his position. After all, the middle aged woman who had boxed him in in his own bed was a beautiful woman on top of being his stepmother. He felt the tip of his raw penis brush, through the fabric of his stained boxers, Sharon’s butt cheek. She was tucked under his covers with him so Ben couldn’t see her bare ass cheeks inching back into him but he could imagine it. Read more »

Pepa knew paradise when she saw one. A small beach town located at the southern tip of the country, Kovalam was filled with tourists and fishermen. Six months ago, Pepa moved into Kovalam with her boyfriend Air. Pepa and Air lived beyond the tourists traps, in the hinterlands. Time in Kovalam went by idly cycling around town, watching sunset at the lighthouse on the eastern beach and sunrise from atop the promontory looking over at the black sands of the western beach, waves lapping the coastline. Friendship came easy to Air and he made friends with the local fishermen over shared cigarettes. Pepa loved walking around on brick roads lined with coconut groves. The sound of waves crashing on shoreline never dulled wherever they went, the sun making everything golden in its twilight hours. There wasn’t any question about it, this was paradise.

Pepa and Air had been together for five years. It started at the mall, he was her barista and she was charmed. Pepa had resigned herself to never finding a man she would respect and be attracted to. Air simply didn’t want to anchor himself, hence a relationship was completely out of the question for him. It would have been an inconvenience had they not liked each other so much so that they changed their plans, got over their resignations and fell into the comfort of the other’s arm. Read more »

Your hands run up and down my body, sliding over every curve. Your right hand twirls my hair between your fingers. Our lips meet in a fiery, passionate embrace, your hands drop down to my shorts. Your hands gently squeeze my luscious ass, I can feel that warm throbbing in my midriff bursting into life and grow warm.

You gently push me onto the bed, as you gently take my top off, revealing my red lacy bra underneath. Our lips press against each other, we break apart, close enough I can still feel your breath on my neck as you kiss my ear and whisper, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound.” The sound of your deep manly voice makes my pussy grow wet.

You hear me let out a long excited sigh and moan in answer, as a smile now spreads across your face. Your hand now traces a line from my shoulder down my spine, until you reach the clasp on my bra, where you unclasp it. Read more »

During spring exams

Darterrius sat on his bed stroking his meat, he had woken before his alarm clock and decided to pound one out prior to football practice. Glancing at the doorway, he noticed it was slightly ajar, his lazy roommate must have left it open. Figuring that no one was awake this early, he didn’t bother to get up.

At six foot four, and skin the colour of a walnut Darterrius was a powerful man, his arms were large and muscular, and his shoulders well formed. Football was the sport he played; but what he truly loved was boxing. He liked the feints, the punches, and especially the knock-outs! On his two walls were his hero’s, Cassius Clay, and Mike Tyson.

He didn’t think about either of them however as he jerked off, he was focused on the VHS cassette playing on his TV. On it were two Jamaican men so black they were almost purple, and tag-teaming a petite blonde haired woman. He liked the colour contrast, but he especially liked how the video ended.

Reaching into his top drawer, he pulled out his lubricant and shot a big squirt into his large hand, then applied it to his eight inches of ebony man-meat. He liked it slippery! Read more »