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Category: eroticliterature
Accidental Voyeur- Hot couple is discreetly observed by accidental voyeur.
Last weekend I had the most incredible experience without participating myself. Saturday morning I woke up at six and went out for my normal run, pausing at the lake and watching the sunrise, what a beautiful day! As I came back through home stretch I cooled off, thinking about a nice how shower. I quickly ducked inside, and washed, threw on bra and panties and a robe. Ah, coffee and the newspaper, just the way to round off my morning before I got started!
I glanced up when movement caught my eye and saw the neighbors in their backyard. My deck is elevated, but I was hidden from view by the siding, and I had a great view of their backyard. I really didn’t know these neighbors, they had only moved in a few weeks before and we had never really been introduced.
Laura and John are an attractive couple, John left the army a few years before and had stayed in great shape. He is packed from head to toe with muscle, his shorts and tank top left nothing to the imagination. It looked like they had already showered and were packing up to head to the beach. John’s tanned body looked stunning, good definition and nice bulging muscles. And then there was this very nice bulge in his shorts! Oh my.
The Divorce..
Dave sighed as he signed his name for what felt like the 100th time in the last half hour. He kept flipping to the next page, signing his name here, initialing by the orange sticky note there, it seemed never ending. He could feel his lawyer’s eyes keeping track of his work, making sure he didn’t miss signatures while simultaneously making small talk with another lawyer across the table, as well as his very soon to be ex wife, Melissa, or Mel as he called her.
Dave and Mel has been married just shy of 16 years, and had two kids; Sarah who was 15, and Danny who was 12. But Dave wasn’t thinking about any of that now. Right now, Dave was thinking about the 46 page document in front of him detailing how half of his belongings would no longer be his and his soon to be new status of ‘divorcee’. He hated that word. He wasn’t sure how their marriage had gotten here. They had done the couples counseling and anything else their friends and therapist had recommended, but in the end they were both unhappy and decided it was time to stop trying to force it to work.
[MF] [inc] [sleepy][cons] SLEEPY SEX – I’m a female, 21 years old and married and I love sleepy sex. I’ve been cruising around the net looking for anything even remotely connected to my interest, just because it is exciting to me that so many other people share my interest.
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It started when I was in my teens. I found a videotape once, by accident, of me and my father having sex. I had no recollection of it, I’d never even suspected that my dad had abused me, but the evidence was right there. He’d drugged me? I guess, and then after I was passed out set up a video camera to capture his abuse.
I was in my teens when he undressed me, there on my bed, and licked and kissed my unresponsive body. Then he put his penis in my mouth, just jerking off while the head was between my lips until he came that way, shooting his sperm all over my face. He cleaned me up and then a few minutes later, when he was hard again, he made love to me.
He seemed to be having some difficulty and it was with some shock that I realized he was taking my virginity. I’d wondered later when I was 18 or so, why I didn’t have a hymen. I’d felt little real pain the first time
An intimate memento. [FF] [Tentacles] [Fantasy]
‘What are you doing?’ snapped the exalted voice of one of The Gods’ representatives on earth, the noise, sounding like a whip-crack through the warm air of the modest tavern room, made Naamah leap to attention, slamming the lid down on the small, ornate box in front of her.
She turned, smiling, her face the very picture of innocence, if you ignored the fangs, curling black horns, and the little forked tail swishing nervously behind her, ‘nothing!’ she sang, ‘how’s things downstairs?’
Orlina shrugged off her shield of justice and hung her mace of face-smashing back onto her belt, ‘under control,’ she sneered, ‘you made quite a scene on entering.’.
Naamah kept her back pinned to the dresser, cocking her head, her too large, all black eyes absorbing any light that touched them. It was no surprise her mere presence had nearly started a riot, even with her powers choked by the enchanted, thick iron collar around her throat, she was an alluring sight. Slim, short, purple-skinned, wearing a tight top that left little to the imagination and exposed a toned, totally flat stomach (as succubi, born from unholy magics, don’t have belly buttons). Her breasts were small, but perky, and her hips flared out obscenely from the black leather trousers she wore, which were so close to her skin, you’d think she had to dress herself in oil each morning to slip into them. A mental image that she, no doubt, would happily encourage.
[F/M] [Mistress] [Houseboy] The Perfect Morning….
Leaning against the railing of my balcony with a nice steaming cup of vanilla caramel coffee watching the sunrise is my favorite way to start the morning. Watching as down below the world starts to wake up. The birds start singing to each other and the older gentleman who lives on the 1st floor starts his laps around the building. I sigh in contentment and reached down to smack the head that is deliciously nestled in between my thighs.
“Slow down my hungry little pet. I am in no rush this morning.”
The grip on my thighs eases as the tongue that was so frantically lapping at my pussy slows down to draw lazy circles around my swollen clit . A muffled “Yes Mistress” whispers up my spine and to my ears and makes a gasp escape my lips. I don’t think I will ever get used to hearing that phrase. Two little words that are so simple yet so powerful they have the ability to make me feel like I am Queen of the world. I chuckled to myself at that thought. *Well… in a way I am aren’t I? I’m Queen of HIS world.*
Part Three – CNC in the office
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
A week had gone by since I had even seen him. The last time was that evening in his office. I had managed to clean myself up and make it home. I had a hard time focusing. I was too busy considering my options. It didn’t seem like I had any. It’s been a week and he hasn’t said a thing or been near my desk, but I still haven’t thought of a solution. I know he isn’t done with me. For as long as we both work here, at the very least, he is going to continue this charade.
[F-solo] [mast] [toy] BATTERY OPERATED BOYFRIEND – an erotic story of discovering your own body and buying your very first toy… BOB…
**You can view the illustrated version of BATTERY OPERATED BOYFRIEND at** [**eroticprose.com**](https://eroticprose.com/)
Well, I did it. I bought B.O.B., Battery Operated Boyfriend, vibrator, whatever. The box says muscle massager… yeah right! This is all part of my drawn-out sexual exploration. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been masturbating for as long as I can remember. I can recall as a tot, describing my new discovery to my mother, how doing this, and that made me feel like I had to pee.
I also remember the distressed look on my mother’s face that suggested maybe this was not the best thing to talk about. I once had to share a room with my brothers in a cabin and while I was making my little cot shake, my older brothers laughed and wondered out loud what the heck I was doing. If my discussion of this is arousing to you, STOP THAT! I’m merely trying to demonstrate that little boys are not the only ones with sexual curiosity.
Dark Damsel In Distress
I felt so alive, walking alongside you, Sir. As I walked slightly behind you, I couldn’t help but stare and smile at where I was and who I was with. You looked so good in the sunlight and so manly without even trying. You were so attractive with your assertiveness and firmness. You are the quiet type that only spoke when needed to. The kind of guy that doesn’t really smile but has all his sexy attributes on display. I found it so cute that even though you put on this mean, alpha male type of front, I still saw your soft plushy side and I loved it.
I stopped staring and smiling like a crazy girl before someone noticed how creepy I must have looked. I continued to face forward at the path ahead of us.
We were going camping in the woods!
We were with his friends, Sam and his girlfriend, Sarah. I know camping is scary sometimes but it looks like a lot of fun when your with other people, plus I felt pretty safe around him…
erotic massage M (bit of GFD)
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i have a dream a getting an erotic massage. just for me. take my mind off everything for at least an hour or however long it takes to crack me.. I am so very tired, sore and frustrated. With Covid and my line of work, every day is a fight. Some days are winners and some are not so good.
I would enjoy so much, is for a short period of time, talk to me, touch me, rub me, heal me, in a darkened room.
I walk in and you greet me. we have some small talk. You ask me to take off my clothing, and hang it. I am standing there naked. You walk up behind me, put your hands on my shoulders and whisper in my ear, “it will be OK.” I lay down on the table, face down. You ask me if I’m ready to begin, I take a big deep breath. “Yes please”.