Category: eroticliterature

“Harder, harder, harder!” I groaned weakly.

*”Suck it! Almost there…. Uhhhh!”*

Both of us panted in exhaustion as we admired my bodycon tube dress in the mirror. 

*”Finally… got… the… zip… up…”* you complained, and collapsed against the door. 

“Too… tight…” I wheezed. In the mirror, I see your piercing blue eyes scan my hourglass figure, lingering at my voluptuous curves. 

*”Shall we get you out of that, then?”*

I feel the dress zip slowly slide down my back. I turned swiftly to face you, and gasped in delight as your finger traced the dress’ sweetheart neckline, over my heaving breast. My head tilted back in pleasure when your fingers accidentally brushed against my nipples, as you teasingly peeled the dress off me. My boobs bounced free from the confines of the dress. You groaned in excitement at the sight of my C-cup girlies jiggling as I shimmied out of the dress. 

I gently pushed you backwards against the wall. I inch my face closer to yours, and tuck your luscious lock of blonde behind your ear. I run my finger across your cheek, and across your painted lips. You inhaled sharply as I groped your buttocks, and then pulled your dress up to your waist. I glide my hand down your taut tummy, and then yanked your panties down. I see your eyes roll back, and you let out a soft whimper. Read more »

We got out of the car and all three of us stood in the parking lot.

Summer smiled at me, “Hey handsome.”

She walked up to me and kissed me.

Kelly remained quiet.

Guess Summer doesn’t understand the concept of friends with benefits don’t kiss each other in greeting though I’m not complaining.

She broke the kiss, “So what are we doing here?”

Kelly was now listening to what I was about to say.

I looked at Kelly, “How do you feel about exhibitionism?”

Kelly’s eyes went wide while Summer cooed, “Ooo! That’s fantastic. I like your thinking Gabe.”

Kelly blurted out, “I can’t do that!”

Summer followed my lead, “Come on Kel even you like the attention when guys check you out.”

Kel looked at Summer, “Yeah but that’s with my clothes on. Not being nude!”

Summer countered, “But this will help you.”

Kel looked at us, “How?”

I spoke, “This will help you get comfortable being naked online and when you finally get with a guy again. Just helps you free yourself.”

Kel booted out, “But on the computer in protected. Here I won’t be.” Read more »

How does one become a Latin Lover? It starts in my childhood being raised by a large number of female cousins and aunts. You become the male guinea pig for every Spanish dance move. You start by learning the merengue, salsa, bachata, and every dance move that comes with it. Sex is about the hip motion and Hispanic men, that dance, know how to move those hips.

You’re trained at an early age to understand the female body movement. Where to hold her to show dominance and fragility at the same time. After years of practice you can read every females body language, what their eyes are saying, and what their body wants.

You start to love the female body and every perfect little flaw that comes with it. Women are self conscience, if they only knew that men appreciate every inch of her body. Once you’ve mastered the physical features of all women, you look into their eyes. The eyes are the window to their souls and if you can look hard enough, you can see her true passionate self waiting to come out. When you have sex with a women, you shouldn’t focus on fucking her body, but making love to her soul. Read more »

Casperion was unsure what to expect as he approached the empress’s apartments in the palace of night. The young lanciarii had his black shoulder length hair pulled back in to a topknot tied with a lenth green linen and his thickly muscled chest and arms bulged through his black wool coat with complex green scroll work that, to an experienced observer, detailed all the military campaigns he had battled through in the name of the twilight empress. He had been awoken from his deep sleep by a summons to the royal court, an honor rarely bestowed upon legionaries. As he approached the ornately carved doors leading to the regal chambers his inquisitive brown eyes searched for clues to his fate in the stone faces of the praetorians standing guard. The heavy wooden doors swung open on to a moonlit courtyard and he was shocked to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A simple emerald gown of the thinnest silk imaginable clung to her breasts and thighs, caressing her every curve like a familiar lover. She was picking cherries from a pink blossomed tree in in the center of the open space, bright red juice staining her lips and running down her chin from the corner of her mouth. The moonlight shown in her raven black hair, cascading down her nech and shoulders, stopping in the small of her back outlining the top of her glorious buttocks. As she turned her head twords him focusing her entrancing green eyes on him all rational thought escaped Casperion and he was overcome with an awesome, conscious consuming lust. Without a word Casperion glided to the center of the courtyard intertwining his fingers with the curls of her wavy black hair, his strong hands pulling the of her head into him guiding her lips to his. As they kissed a violet fog began moving around the courtyard wisps of purple smoke solidifying into hands and removing the young soldiers uniform and pushing his own hands onto the empress’s undulating body. As his right hand slid down her thigh gathering up her dress and then back up thigh his left pulled the thin green silk off her shoulder exposing her pale breast to the lavender tinged silver moonlight lips descending to her hardened dark nipple. Then a voice emanated from the aphrodite pressed between him and the cherry tree though her lips never left his body “What is it that you most desire?” The siren sung as her elegant fingers closed around his erect cock. Unable to find an answer in his  desire addled mind Casperion fell to his knees and buried his face between the goddess’ hips and inhaled the scents of her sex deep into his lungs collapsing, guiding her hips to his as they fell to the cobble stones. As her flower enveloped his erection both of their eyes began to fluoresce with a dull heather light and when began to rock hips to the original melody the lights in their eyes waxed and wained to the rhythm of their lust. The empress rode Casperion into the abyss of night drawing praises from his lips at every wave of pleasure his mind drowning in the boundless ocean that was her desire. Finally the last breaker of ecstasy crashed across Casperions body and his shaft convulsed filling his deity with his essence. Afterward they lay on the cool stones allowing their sweat and sex to be wicked away by the cool night and the pervasive purple fog, pink cherry blossoms raining down on their naked bodies outlining their last position of love upon the grey rock.