Selena is a well known friend of Taylor, being very close both personally and as artist. They preform together often since they are known to hang out with each other outside of the music industry. Selena is a young 26 year old Latina pop artist, while Taylor is slightly older at 29 and a white crossover artist. One night their friendship became closer than they had ever expected. Selena and Taylor were coming home from an event together. When Selena suggested they have a girls night at her place. She told Taylor that she could make some popcorn, get some wine, and watch a good movie. It had been a while since they were both free and able to hang out, so Taylor was happy to stay the night. The girls arrived at the house and changed into comfortable clothes for the night.
Category: eroticliterature
Confessions of a (Sicilian) Lemon-Stealing Whore [FF]
Using a blunt knife, Alex cut two jagged slices from a lemon. She had picked the lemon herself, just that morning, while walking hand-in-hand with Rosa down a cobblestone street, wearing a cardigan that Rosa had lent her, since the mornings had been cold recently. She hoped that she had understood correctly: that the tree belonged to some distant relative or friend of Rosa’s family, and she hadn’t been goaded into committing a crime.
Alex dropped the uneven, wedge-like slices of lemon into a glass, added ice and chilled water from the fridge, and stirred the contents with her finger. Then she walked back through the terracotta living room, through a set of wood-and-glass doors and onto the patio at the rear of the house.
Fetish.#erotic poetry #NSFW
Addicted is too strong a word.
May be it’s the attention I crave
the spreading of words .
Knowing how people react .
Images put in their mind .Wondering.
Erotic poetry does this the best.
Really puts you to the test.
Are you aroused as you read .
Toes curling . Gently moaning .
Do you play as the words flow.
Letting yourself go.
The adult playground the Internet.
Roundabouts and swings replaced with images and verse .
For those who write
a gift or a curse.
Addiction of the unkown can destroy
life and home.
Still I do not want to give it up.
Addicted I may be.
A fetishist of knowing you’re wet.
With my words printed on the net.
Erotic. Poet
Molten.#erotic poetry # NSFW
Your panties of powder blue
my favourite color on you .
Set my heart beating
knowing what’s inside.
Hidden from my eyes.
A peek is all I ask to see
I am not greedy .
Of course if you want to
show more I will not say no.
May be we should see
how far we can go.
I know from the tone in your voice
that you are moist.
It would be wrong to not carry on.
So slip your panties aside .
Feel my gentle touch
as your lips I carress
feeling you wet.
Slightly apart are your thighs
allowing me to enter inside.
like a volcano about to erupt
your thighs buck.
The molten lava my fingers
set free hot and sticky.
Playing my way.#erotic poem#NSFW.
Just lying here thinking of you
my hands know what to do.
Running down my chest
touching my breast.
Images in my head
my fantasies running wild
wishing it was your hands
not mine
with your nails so fine.
Slowly my hands move to below
with every touch I grow.
Breathing comes faster
as I quicken the pace
Knowing this is not a race.
With your body in my mind
my hand moves in time.
The skin pulled back
I spit on my finger
making the head moist
rubbing in circles
alone I have no choice.
The sensations that this brings
I can not compare to any thing.
One thing I do know once in flow
I can’t let go.
Your breasts before me I see
that helps me.
My hand now has my cock in firm grip
ready for the final trip.
Now some where between heaven and hell
I let out a yell.
My load I have spent
as it drips on my tum .
Feeling satisfied for today
playing my way.
Do you scream my name.#erotic poem#NSFW
Lying on your bed
curtains drawn light low
your favorite music
reminds you of not so long ago.
Fully clothed but for how long
listening to your favorite song.
As the lyrics take on
a meaning you understand
thinking of your man.
Your body heat now rising
you take off your clothing.
Top and skirt are the first
you gracefully throw to the floor.
Lying in panties and bra
your hands wonder over
your breasts.
Fingers in panties
feeling your wetness
Now slowly teasing your clit
as thoughts of me
run in your head.
Pushing your bra aside
one hand playing with nipple
the other hand below
leaves your clit and
opening you lips.
Your fingers you guide
to your moistness inside.
The songs playing in the background
your fingers in rhythm to the tune
the sweet smell of your
perfume in the room.
Fingers shiny as you move to lips
tasting yourself as you
arch your hips.
Again you play
fingers faster
and moving in every way.
panties wet
you orgasm
you scream.
Is it my name that flows
from your lips
while you play with your clit.
Daddy’s little girl [Taboo, MF]
[This is only fantasy and should be treated as such.]
Emilie was a daddy’s girl. Her and her father Grant had been on their own since her parents divorced when she was twelve. Her daddy got full custody and Emilie wouldn’t have it any other way. The two of them had always been close and when her mom moved out of state, Emilie found herself counting on her dad even more.
When it came time for Emilie to go to college, she applied to a couple of schools out of state as well as the state school in town. After being accepted at all three, she decided that she couldn’t leave her daddy all by herself. Nervous that her father would reject this idea, she brought it up to him as a way to save money. She told him she was planning to save money to get a car and start working, so she wanted to live at home for the first couple years at the local college. Thank god he gave her his blessing and Emilie got to keep her daddy company for a few more years.
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The Erotic Adventures of Emily (Part 1) – [High school] [Gloryhole]
One day, I was sitting in class waiting for our teacher to arrive. My classmate, Maddie, was sitting by her friends talking about a slutty experience she had last weekend. I was in the corner of the room overhearing her and her friends.
“Have you guys ever gone into an adult store?” said Maddie. “Well, I went for the first time last weekend and my god I have to tell you girls what happened.”
The other girls asked with excitement about what had happened. Her story definitely got me interested. Just for the reference, Maddie was this “cool” kid who had way too much attention from others. I, on the other hand, didn’t think she was that special. She just shows off way too much.
Maddie continued her story. “Well, first of all, I was greeted by the staff and they showed me all the products they were selling. I saw a bunch of things from lingerie to dildos of all shapes and sizes. I decided to buy a decently-sized dildo to start. The staff member told me after purchasing that if I wanted to try out my new sex toy I could go to one of their cabins in the back of the store.”
Preggo [Mast-F]
Amélie was at work when the first really bad urges hit, so she tried to ignore them. If she tidied the receptionist desk, that should be distracting. It wasn’t. She was so horny she couldn’t stand it, and so pregnant she literally couldn’t stand up for much longer. When she sat back down, her butt wiggled against the seat.
“Stupid hormones,” she told herself. A glance at the clock told her that she wasn’t even close to her morning break. Someone from the next floor up would come down and relieve her reception duties for 10 minutes. 10 minutes would be more than enough to really relieve her, but Amélie didn’t think she could wait 45 minutes for her break.
She couldn’t leave the phone or the desk. There were surveillance cams everywhere she looked. Ever since the cyber attack, when the servers were hijacked and ransomed, the company was paranoid about security, and allergic to privacy.
Starting to feel a little panicked, Amélie looked around the desk and her area behind it. There was a claustrophobic store room just a couple feet from the desk. If she went in there, she could at least relieve herself…
I thought to myself, This is sooo wrong. Clarke is my best friend. I can’t do this to him. How is this happening??
“You don’t seem to stress about anything ?…”
That’s when I knew my best friend’s girlfriend was flirting with me. I was still so very confused, because I hardly ever talked to Nicole, even though she, Clarke, and I all lived together. I felt like the 3rd wheel when they did their boyfriend/girlfriend things. She felt like the 3rd wheel when me and him did our boy things. Me and her never hung out; it was just awkward if we did. Nothing more than a Good morning, Hi, See ya was said.
However, things changed Wednesday afternoon. She randomly started texting me about meeting her for drinks. I thought the whole thing was a joke to be honest. Are her and Clarke fighting again? They seemed to fight every single day, but they seemed to still love each other. I was utterly confused as to why she was talking to me, but I was intrigued at the same time.
She was really beautiful. Her long, curly, black hair would sway in the wind like none other. Her soft, apricot skin would be as smooth as a baby’s bum. Her amazing body would get me turned on all the time. That’s why I was so intrigued. I had to meet her.