Standing 5’4 with blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin she was definitely a teen beauty, though technically she wasn’t a teen, after all, she was 18. She inspected her outfit, making sure everything was in its place. Her white blouse fit her very well with her 34b breasts and small waist line. She turned slightly checking out her cute little butt, clad in a maroon plaid skirt.
Tish sat there drawling little hearts and squiggly lines on her notebook as sister Catherine droned on and on about south Asia. She looked at the clock. ‘Damn, only 10:14″ she thought to herself. Still 31 minutes until she got out of this stupid class. She decided it was time for a small touch up to pass the time and since make-up in class clearly wasn’t tolerated at saint Mary’s catholic school she raised her hand and asked sister Catherine if she could be excused. “yes dear, you may” she replied
Category: eroticliterature
A Doctor Follows Orders – A doctor and a nurse find each other sexy and enticing. [MFF] [lesb] [threesome]
I have had a life of hard work. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I was forced to do it that way or that I didn’t want it that way. I did. But, it seems that all my life, I’ve worked hard to achieve what I’ve done then put it to good use.
Being a doctor, that isn’t an unusual story. Just to get into pre-med and stay in pre-med took hard work, especially the organic chemistry part. Ask most doctors, they’ll agree.
Then med school and long hours of classes, labs, study. You can’t do it if you’re not focussed and a hard-worker. Then internship. I think most people have heard a few horror stories about the long, tedious hours doing careful, exacting work when you were bone-tired. Thank god, that’s over.
Now I practice in a hospital, a sizable one (are there any small hospitals?), with many beds and many floors and many patients to see in a day.
I’m also married, though so far without children; married for five years now. My wife, Danielle, is an elementary school teacher with her own interests and concerns. We love each other, of course, but we both tend to work hard and with all we both have going on, our sex isn’t what it once was.
Naked in the Bikini Shop – I’m forced to walk naked through the crowded store.
After my divorce last year I decided to take better care of myself. I started watching my diet and exercising regularly. Now at 27, I think I look pretty hot! My tummy is flat, and my 34C boobs are still quite perky. My ass is also nice and round again and tight from all the running I do, so when I picked out a bikini to wear in Mexico this year, I didn’t think twice about picking one that showed off my body nicely.
Walking down the beach however, I was noticed all the young girls wearing even skimpier suits than me. Many of them had low-rise suits that revealed a little bit of butt-crack. I continued walking when I saw a bikini shop just off the beach. I decided to go inside for a look. I thought something more revealing was in order!
The place was crowded. Mostly girls, but some guys too. I pushed my way through the crowd and began to sort through the suits hanging on the wall or displayed in bins. I picked out a blue two-piece suit that looked like it would sit quite low on my hips. I made my way to the back of the store and found the change-booths. All of them were occupied so I waited until one became free.
[MF] [ORAL] [teen] DRIVE IN PART 3
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The drive-in was the scene for a lot of summertime romances. That summer my romance with a young lady named Jill had reached the point of no return. We were both too hot for one another to settle for substitutes. Blowjobs were means to an end, not ends in themselves anymore. I was anxious to become a man, and Jill was just as eager to be turned into a woman. We could think of no one we preferred “growing up” with more than each other.
It was a very hot weekend in July. Jill had never looked more beautiful: suntanned, blue-eyed, her light brown hair brushed back becomingly from her small, pretty face. Her figure in a bathing suit was petite but curvaceous, with two rounded mounds upfront that gave her a voluptuous cast. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and her waist was small. Her breasts were large in proportion to her body. During many movies of which I had no memory, I’d explored the length and breadth of the time and time again; my hands and mouth knew their shape by heart.
[MF] I’m pathetic ?
Sorry it’s been three months since I posted? buuut I’ll just get into it…
Need help commissioning erotica
Sorry if this is the wrong place to post but I’m not sure where the right place is. I’m looking to commission some erotic fiction about my D&D character, but the story would involve incest, which Afterglow Erotica, which I’ve used before, doesn’t do. I’m having trouble with finding writers to commission for stuff like this, so I decided to put some feelers out. Anyone have any advice?
the fawn & the wolf ; or , carnal desire [mM] [barely legal]
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he teasingly grinded his swollen , puckered hole with the large , flared tip of his massive member . a soft yelp escaped the boy ‘ s lips . he moved a hand to steady his rod , pulling his wrist in slow motions in the process . he forced it into the baking wetness of his virgin walls . his thick head was inserted only halfway , & already his partner was clenching onto his member . he had to bite back a low growl , careful to not yet succumb to the instinct to dominate . tingles of pleasure careened down his spine as his head was pinched by the man ‘ s warm , eager boy pussy . he was in control , & he couldn ‘ t let himself be won over by this timid fawn .
he probed deeper , his massive member just barely fitting in his sinuous insides . the stud had only sheathed his length in the first two inches of the fawn ‘ s ribbed anus , & the copper – skinned man was already a trembling & groaning mess in his arms . he grinned , sharp teeth glinting in the setting sun . how fun fucking him senseless was going to be . he only hoped that the abundant amounts of his sticky precum & spit would be enough to lube his delightfully tight ass .
Fantasies of the Bear Next Door: “The Shopping Trip” [f] [m] [fm] [Masturbation] [mutual Masturbation] [public sex] [vouyurism]
We are running errands together in a department store. It’s one of the only “outings” we do as friends now, in our 30s. Instead of going to a bar on a Saturday night, we find excuses to hang out while picking up dog food, socks, and various snack items on weekend afternoons. Today, however, I have an idea…
While casually browsing clothing, I grab something and tell him I’m going to go try it on real quick. He says, “No problem, I’ll wait out here.” As I go into the near-empty, unattended changing rooms, I send him a text: “Last stall on the right. It’s unlocked. No one is around. Come here ?” Now, my heart pounding, knowing he will obey but still feeling that tinge of doubt and uncertainty, I wait for him. After half a minute that feels like half a century I hear footsteps approach the little room. My heart stops. Fuck. He’s coming. We’re really gonna do this.
Prohibition – Lockdown be damned.
She knocked on the door twice. Her long coat covering anything that might give away what she was doing there. A security guard opened the door and she walked inside. She produced her ID as she stood in the small dimly lit room. He asked for her proof of entry and she pulled up an email on her phone.
“Go through.” He gestured towards a red door at the back of the entrance hall. She pulled it open revealing a dimly lit staircase. Her boots clicked as she walked down them. She neared the bottom and could feel a rumbling in the floor under her feet. At the bottom of the staircase was another small room where she was again checked for both identification and proof of entry. He asked to her remove her jacket and took it from her before he opened the door. The door latched behind her and a small green light lit up to signify the unlocking of the door lit up the small space. She pulled it open and was engulfed by sound and smell. She stepped in and the door closed behind her as she breathed it all in. The smell and warmth of people, the sound of a band creating art right there in the room. It had been a long time since she had been at a gig. The virus had put a stop to them. She walked forward, the air got thicker with sweat, the open space around her quickly got covered with people until she was front and centre. People swayed and danced, pushing into her, the music thumped in her chest and brought her back to life. She surrendered to it. Her black skirt moved with her hips and her breasts bounced with the beat of the drums. She flipped her black hair around with no thought as to anyone else’s personal space. She felt alive.
Mr. Callahan’s Touch 2 (from his perspective) [MF][Fiction][Interracial][Age Difference]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1hat6/mr_callahans_touch_mffictioninterracialage/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3), ICYMI
I had to have more, and that’s just the bottom line of it. Brenda was just such a beautiful girl, I had to have all of her that I could.
While taking one of my daily walks with my wife, it dawned on me that there was a whole wing of the facility with empty rooms. After the walk, Anabelle needed to lay down in our room. I made sure she had everything she needed to be comfortable, as usual, and sat with her until she drifted off to sleep. Then I went back to the empty wing, and was disappointed that all of the doors were locked. My thought was, if I could get into one these rooms, I would have privacy with Brenda.
I watched what went on in that wing for a couple of days, which was nothing. Because there were no residents in that area yet, no staff went to any of the rooms. It was almost like it was roped off from the rest of the facility; I just didn’t know how I would get into one of the rooms.