I don’t write often, but I was inspired from last nights.. sensual adventure. Please tell me if I should make more!
Category: eroticliterature
Pegged pt.2
“Can we try something new?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. let’s play the game.”
“Alright spin first, if we’ve done it already then I go next, and if not then we have to do it you know the rules.”
“Alright Cal, shut up and let me spin.”
I spin the bottle and it lands on “fingering the ass”.
“Okay but we did that already babe, so it’s your turn.” We have a board with a bunch of sexual things on it like using toys on each other, sub/dom stuff, you know new stuff to keep it spicy. “Pegging. I- it landed on… pegging. Baby-“
“Hey, the rules! You said we HAVE to do it. Plus anyway you know it intrigues me.”
“I- baby I’m nervous.”
Doll
1 *It’s going to happen again, but tonight will be different.*
2 It began a week ago. I was in the den seated on my wooden chair, a sheet of white linen draped over my body, concealing the translucent strings fastened to my limbs – the fate I cannot escape. They are my genie’s lamp, pulling on them enslaves me, and gives me life. And it’s been so long since master tugged on them, very long.
3 I’ve lost count of the times light turned to shade, leaving that effervescent afterglow – vivid images turning sepia brown, waiting for their turn to be hung on stagnant walls. An obscured and still world, and the only hint of life were grandfather’s incessant ticking, and the scratches and creaks created by shadows – shades continually moving across the dust covered floor.
4 That night, the scurrying stillness stirred the hanging dust.
5 I felt the linen sliding off my body, and the shadows began to take form; a Grecian pot, a silver urn, a dark wooden mahogany table, a Persian rug, an antiquated dresser, a doll house, sinews of graying drapes intertwined in a mating ball, my strings entangling the chair’s legs.
Just imagine
My girlfriend and I was cleaning the house together and talking about random things mainly importance of honesty and trust in a relationship. We had a frequent and great sex life so I was about to put her to the test(she was loyal and very decent woman). So I asked her what type of things sexually that she thought about that she wouldnt tell her S/O due to fear of judgement or madness. I told her we talking as friends not a couple. So hesitant but eager she goes on to tell me that it’s a guy at work that she think looks nice and she fantasized before of putting cherry syrup over his dick and sucking his manhood until he busted a phat nut in her mouth(in my head I was like yeah she a freak got a man and still true to herself thinking about sucking some dick lol) and then make her put her ass in the air and fuck her on a balcony! Her tone of voice let me know she really liked what she was telling me. It was super fulfilling to hear her thoughts and her being comfortable with telling me them. I went and bought some syrup right after, blindfolded her and told her to imagine she was sucking his dick and she went crazy, told me before I cum to pull out and bust on her face! Trust is key, we humans and cant expect our partners not to think about others. Just part of the game.
Night at the Cinema
Let’s go out and do something different you say. OK, like what? I already know the answer. I don’t know, you reply, something different. How about dinner and a movie like when we were kids? You agree and go get ready. I put something out for you to wear while you were in the shower. You see them and start to complain. Oh, stop I say, it’s a dress so? You say the dress is fine but the stockings, heels, and lack of panties, really? I beg and you reluctantly dress, and we head out to the restaurant. It’s a nice place so you didn’t feel overdressed. We have a good dinner and leave for the movie.
I go past the regular theater and go to a different one. I tell you it’s one of those indie places that show stuff you never get to hear about until its award season. OK we go in and choose a seat and you wonder why you are being stared at. I tell you because of how beautiful you look. You excuse yourself to the ladies’ room and by the time you get back the lights are down. You comment that you saw only one other woman here. I shrug. It’s a fairly large theater you say and wonder why everyone seems to be sitting in groups so close together. I shrug again. The movie starts and I notice some of the other patrons moving to seats closer to us.
Da Fuck is an E-Boi? – Part Five (Gay, Fem, Trans, Gay4Pay)
They stood before an alter. A large man in black. His face partially covered by a black surgical mask, showing dark eyes and edges of a trimmed beard around a strong chin. He loomed over his counterpart in all white… A shorter, plumper figure. Wearing a heavily modified bridal outfit.
It was closer to bridal lingerie than a bridal dress. White lace fingerless gloves went up to their bicep. A soft white choker adorned their neck. They also wore a surgical mask, this one lacy and white as the rest of the outfit. Upon the brides head was a flowered veil, already pulled back to let the two gaze at each other unobstructed. Mostly, the bride had fringe of dark hair that covered one eye. The rest of the outfit got more extreme. This bride had thigh high white lace over platform heels. They went up to a garter that perfectly framed round hips, a plump ass, and a obvious package contained in white lacy panties.
A boybride, the best kind many would say. Their chest was mostly bare, the garter riding high and connecting to a small corset that wrapped around their stomach, but didn’t even try to cover a bare chest… and the lovely piercings that hung from a pair of small brown nipples. Which stood out from a pale creamy chest.
Bennie and The Jets [MF] [Caught] [Age Gap] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Split POV] [Creampie]
**Valerie’s POV**
I discovered something amazing about pools.
It was spring break, and my best friend Marcy and I had it in our minds to get the perfect tan before our upcoming trip to Cancún. She had a nice pool at her house, so I took her up on her offer to lounge out on her patio with drinks in our hands, and liberal amounts of baby oil on our skin.
That day, I arrived at her house with my overnight bag stuffed full of all the necessities I’d need to spend the night. We eagerly changed into our bathing suits and plopped ourselves onto two reclinable patio chairs before we’d even had much of a conversation. While under the incessant rays of the Florida sun, we listened to Sublime and Jimmy Buffett to fully immerse ourselves into that careless, beachy attitude we expected to embody on our vacation. We made homemade margaritas, and passed a joint lazily over the space between our chairs, our arms reaching out after every puff like the *The Creation of Adam.*
Spiteful grocery run [F/M]
So I got into a fight the other day with my ting (he comes around whenever I want dick) about stupid shit. I went over to his place that morning for- you guessed it- dick. I think he’s low-key upset that I don’t want to be his girlfriend but I’m not mindreader, so if he doesn’t wanna say anything, then I act accordingly.
Anyway, I left his apartment in a fury. I had no plan of where to go, just anywhere away from him. I decided to go to the grocery store since I was out of fruits anyway.
I was still livid though. How dare he speak to me like that? He’s lucky to even SPEAK to a girl like me! No commitment, just pussy, like what’s wrong with him?
As I was shopping, I noticed there was someone staring at me. I don’t think he realized he was staring because when we met eyes, he blushed. I smiled and went to finish my shopping. I saw him a couple more times in the store, we smiled each time we ran into each other again. He approached me while I was packing my trunk with my groceries and it scared the crap out of me.
Sex in the forest (F19)
I’m 19 and live at home. The UK is currently in its third lockdown and so I haven’t had the option to go visit my boyfriend. I’ve been going a little stir crazy, feeling crazy horny and sending him desperate messages and photos showing how needy I was. He was able to play it a lot cooler than me but I knew how frustrated he was too. The look he’d get in his eyes when tension built on our video calls, his voice growing deeper when I did something that aroused him.
Eventually we planned to go on a socially distanced walk, although I knew in the back of my mind that it would be impossible. He picked me up and within minutes of driving his hand was moving slowly up my thigh, his skin against my tights. I tried to focus on the conversation we were having but my breaths were becoming heavy and I lost my train of thought. He kept teasing, brushing his fingers across my clit as I looked out at the road. I was close to begging him to stop, or not to stop and placed my hand on his, but this only made him apply more pressure, pushing against my clit in little circles, with his other hand on the steering wheel making it seem effortless.
My First Post Here
**A Quick One**
It all started with an honestly, innocent “What’s up neighbor” text that lead to a deep conversation expressing their attraction to each other. Now here they were, eyes locked, lips quivering with anticipation. They had limited time so their movements were calculated and full of purpose. Her hands undid his pants. His hands pushed her sundress and bra down her torso. He pulled her dress up over her hips and pushed her panties to the side. With one smooth movement he lifted her up and pressed the swollen head of his throbbing cock against her wet, aching pussy. His hands were under her hips and he slowly lowered her down on his shaft. She welcomed him and pulled him in deep with a moan.