Category: eroticliterature

My blood had come again this month. The seed of that mason had not taken as I’d hoped. I had been praying and sacrificing myself in the form of giving my body to various men in town and allowing them to sow their seed in me.

The women in my family have been worshipping Dagda since the dawn of humanity. Our bloodline has remained strong and fruitful. I have been unlucky in tying down a partner and have therefore devoted my life to worshipping Dagda in pursuit of spreading his love and eventually bearing a child that will change the world.

Last night I lit the candles of the altar I had put up in my living quarters and began my prayers, as I do every night. Immediately I knew something was different. As I spoke my nipples became tingly and erect. I found it difficult to focus on what I was praying for and could only picture the face of Dagda. Dagda visited me in a dream once when I was a girl and I, having never painted in my life, was overcome with the need to document my God’s awesome visage before it left my memory forever. The framed portrait sits proudly in the center of my homemade alter but for the first time, it seemed to be staring back at me. Read more »

He heard her shuffle around next to him, but kept his word, and left the blindfold on.

“I meant it, y’know,” Sally said. “When I said you looked delicious.”

“I believe you,” he replied.

“And when I was rubbing you with the ice, I had an idea, but the lights went out first, so I just pounced, y’know?” Sally reasoned. “But now…,” she held his dick upright. “Now I want to do it right.”

Lenny felt something cold and thick being poured on his dick, slowly trickling down the sides.

“What…,” he began.

“Shhh…” she said. He could hear her moving around. “You can take off the blindfold, if you want.”

Lenny whipped the shirt off his head, and looked down. His cock was covered in Chocolate syrup and what was once ice cream, dripping down from the head. Sally was staring in his eyes, and waggled her tongue, barely an inch away from the crown, smiling broadly. “Ready?”

He never got a chance to answer, before Sally started licking up the chocolate from the side of his prick, which twitched uncontrollably with every swipe of her tongue. She licked him multiple times, all around his cock, from bottom to the top, careful to avoid the crown, which was still dripping fudge. “Y’see?” she said between licks. “Delicious.” Read more »

“Please, just for me,” she asked.

“I just want to know what it looks like when you touch yourself and cum on your stomach,” she erotically adds to the question.

Fuck.

I’ve been thinking about her for months. Maybe a year, now. We’ve flirted at work, hidden our desires from across the communal coffee maker and between a shared cubicle wall. And now, with the hindsight of whiskey and a sunset, we are alone together.

She’s fully dressed in my living room and so am I. However, my bulge was as obvious our mutual heartbeats.

I’m only wearing a dark brown, buttoned down shirt and gray slacks. I honestly didn’t wear my normal boxer briefs because of our potential night together.

She was wearing a floral skirt, dark shoes and socks, a light blue top with a very obvious black bralette underneath. She couldn’t haven’t been more than a b cup and that only encouraged the blood to the veins of my growing penis.

She had texted me previously that she loves her nipples lightly bitten and her clit gently sucked before she cums. And  that’s all I could think about. Read more »