Category: eroticliterature

Eight months, has it been now? Alone in his house. Connected to her only through video calls and quick chats. Missing the curve of her frame, the length of her legs, the sound of her breath when it’s held with a thought.

Watching her hair grow, ringlets cascading from her shoulder now – he likes it better long. Soon it will delicately frame her ample chest – oh though he’d never admit to looking, they were hard to miss on her short frame – and how unfortunate that they are cut out of the picture when they talk now.

To see her walk down the hallway towards our office in that figure hugging black number… Only time will tell if that will ever happen again.

But for now. They communicate in the digital.

She blushes when he logs in, he fixes his hair and smiles so big his back teeth show. It’s foolish. They both know it’s foolish. And it becomes a game of hiding. But soon, projects stall and tensions hit an all time high – and she falls back into this petulant behavior. Read more »

I sat here in the waiting room over at Muschi for my appointment on my only free day since school started up.

I guess I should rewind a little bit.

Four days ago when we attended our first class on our first day we were greeted by the stunning creature otherwise known as Dr. Riley Braxter as she went through the motions of what we will be doing in class.  All of us had to do some questionnaire. I don’t know what the girls answered but I know my answers.  Then there was a section of the syllabus where there was a bonus section.  The bonus was for all students who made an appointment at Muschi to undergo some diagnostics test then we will receive a 15% bump in our grade so if we didn’t do good on a particular assignment or mid exam or final that 15% will help.

Summer immediately jumped at the opportunity and quickly made an appointment for ALL of us.

The girls had an appointment this morning and I had one this afternoon.

So the girls left this morning together and hadn’t returned when I left. Read more »

Does she meet you at the door with “welcome home babe!” with so much excitement it seems like you’ve been gone for days instead of hours. Does she make you breakfast in bed or make sure you have dinner when you get home from a long day. Does she want to lay on the couch with you and listen to your day. Does she rub your shoulders to help you de-stress. Does she run you a shower and rub your back and shoulders while the water washes away the stress of the day? Does she think about you every minute of every day? Does she hold you when things are tough? Does she crave the feel of you? Does she get wet at working thinking about being able to taste you? Does she let you use you in anyway you want? Does she send you pictures of her dripping bloody pussy begging you to eat finger and fuck it? Would she even let you? Does she want to spend hours on her knees worshiping your thick cock? Does her mouth water at the thought of your head in her mouth. Can she be both for you, dirty fuck toy and sensual lover? Does she beg you to cover her in your cum? Does she crave for you to fill and stretch her? Does she want you to stretch her tight virgin ass? Does she beg for you to plug her ass and fuck her pussy? Can she be everything for you? Can she be your toy for Sir to use? Can she be your partner for your sensual side?
Do you think of me when you’re inside of her? Do you crave me and the things we talked about while you’re with her?
You are my every thought, my every desire.

“Baby it’s been such a long day, I could use a back rub.” As soon as I said it, I knew where it would lead.

Your smile told me you knew it too as you say, “I’ll get the lotion.”

I ditch my top and lay face down on the bed, still wearing my little lounge shorts, I get comfy resting my head on my arms waiting for you. When you arrive you straddle my body, sitting on my rump, open the lotion and squirt some on my skin. It’s cold, but the warmth of your strong hands followed rubbing them up and down my back smearing the lotion in. I start to sink into that relaxation as you caress and message my sore muscles, breathing deeply and drifting away.

You move your body further down mine positioning yourself to massage my legs and I come back to life. Your hands are wandering, then slip under the bottom hem of my shorts. Traveling their journey over my ass and hips, I feel that instant yearning. My body wants what you’ve got. When your hands reemerge, you swiftly yank my shorts off leaving me exposed as you finger my smooth pink nether region. Read more »

The wetness seeped through my panties, my breath coming in shallow breaths. My fingers playing with the wetness beneath. My nails slowly digging into my clit, the pinching sensation driving me wild. I bucked under the sensation of my own fingers. I screamed internally, all I can think of is how badly I want to cum. How badly I want to feel that release all through my body.
My fingers found their way lower, sliding in and out of the wetness now. One at first, then two, then finally three. My breath still came in shallow breaths, the orgasm was upon me. I could feel the build up. And I knew exactly what would push me over the edge into that ocean of pleasure.
My third finger slips from the delicate wetness and traces itself down into the deep beyond. The wetness has already seeped down this far by itself, but all the extra wetness just makes for a more pleasurable experience.
My finger slips inside me. My body buckles again. Two fingers in one hole, one in another. My body can no longer hold back the pleasure, with a release of energy and spasm my body expels my fingers and like waves in the ocean the orgasm crashes around me over and over. Until finally there’s a break in the waves and the pleasure settles into a calm ocean once again.

My tounge slowly circles your head, my tounge tasting the saltiness seeping from it. A smile crosses my face, as my lips slowly go down your shaft. My body tights the deeper down my throat you go, until eventually I can no longer breathe, and thats where I stop. And thats where I hold, hold until I can hold no more and bring my mouth slowly back up your shaft. You just spilled your load inside of me, yet with just the touch of my tounge your back at attention. I bring my mouth back to your head, and while making eye contact take my tounge and lick your shaft: long, smooth, soft. I lick around the width of you, my tounge tasting the salty sweetness of two lovers. My fore fingers grip the top of your head, slowly squeezing, as my tounge comes from the top in slow licks making sure to get every last drop of cum out. This is the clean up procedure, and it must be followed making sure not a single drop of precious cum is wasted.