The night was not much different to any other Friday. Working late, followed by some take away on the way home from my fave Thai place. Thoughts of peeling off my scrubs and a spa to ease my tired muscles on my mind was my only focus as I walked in and placed my order.
At that time I became conscious of the figure sitting in the corner of the restaurant. Admittedly, I had a double take as I evaluated the attractive man, sitting relaxed on the chair. He was wearing a suit, tie loosened and top button undone, revealing tattoos that were slightly mismatched with his neatly groomed appearance.
It was only at that moment, I noticed his gaze had met mine.. I felt the flush reach my cheeks as I realised I’d been caught staring at his chiseled features and piercing eyes.. I smiled to hide my embarrassment and looked away.
When I glanced back, I realised he was still looking in my direction, this time the smile curled the corners of his lips, and I felt my face flush further, though didn’t look away.
“Good night for Thai” I said, immediately cringing and regretting this silly statement. But his smile broadened “couldn’t agree more” was the reply as his hand went instinctively to his own tie.
Again I felt a flush, but this time it was slightly fuelled by a desire..
I sat a chair away for this handsome stranger and we made small talk while waiting for the take away.. I felt an electricity as he spoke, as he looked into my eyes. Brushing it away, telling myself my sex deprived mind was reading too much into things.
I felt a pang of disappointment as his number was called, knowing I’d probably never lay eyes on this alluring stranger again.
I let my thoughts again drift to my awaiting spa, though my thoughts were now of having company.. the readiness of my food distracted me, and I walked toward my car.
Category: eroticliterature
Bi The Pool [MMF]
“Your set is great. I need to get my own!” I texted my best friend, Tim Anderson. I had just finished a round of golf and was driving to his house to return his borrowed clubs.
“Yes you do,” the reply came. “No one’s home. Just come around to the back porch and leave them there.”
Tim and I were both 24 years old and had been friends since childhood. While each of us had decent jobs, we were still living in the suburbs with our parents and commuting into the city. Come the fall, we had plans to share an apartment downtown. We were both ready to get away from family and feel more like adults.
The Anderson’s house was at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac, less than a mile from where I lived. With a backyard pool and an expansive deck, their home had long been my favorite summer hangout. I parked my car in front, grabbed the clubs, and walked around to the back. As I made my way, I heard the sound of a woman moaning in what sounded like distress.
Happy FRIDAY THE SEXTEENTH everyone! Let’s celebrate!
Yes, it’s the start of summer but you know what June has really been missing? A holiday, and not just any dull one like President’s Day or whatever the hell Labor Day is…. I want a day to be sexy, to be erotic. I’m talking Friday The Sexteenth!
Okay, so maybe I’ve had a little too much time on my hands since the world shut down and maybe I’m just itching for that last bit of opening to happen and the clubs to open up to sate this libido… but hell, why not celebrate? Hi, I’m Kali, almost 30 and zany enough to be sixteen again with a passion for writing and the ignorant bright eyes of being published one day. I suppose that’s been a small blessing of this pandemic: stowing the dating apps and finally opening that manuscript…. Yes Daddy, it’s a real job.
Muze takes over the dance floor [Femdom] [Fm] [MindControl]
Chapter 1: [https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-1.html](https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-1.html)
Chapter 2: [https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-2.html](https://muze-archives.blogspot.com/2020/06/muze-takes-over-dance-floor-part-2.html)
Enjoy your read, your comments are welcome.
Bad Day
So…… you have just finished work, it’s been a long and stressful day and whilst you are happy to be leaving work, you just can’t face going home yet. Can’t face another night in front of the tv with Mr Boring snoring away.
You walk past a bar you haven’t noticed before, suddenly you could murder a glass of chilled white wine.
You slip in, take a seat at the bar. It’s busy, but not heaving.
The girl behind the bar slips a napkin in front of you, “White wine please.” She pours you a large glass “bad day? A few of these will make it go away” “oh I’m only having the one” you take a first sip, it’s cool and crisp and tastes amazing.
Your phone beeps, a text from him “what’s for dinner, I’m starving. When are you home?” You roll your eyes, when did it all become so boring? He can wait
You look around, the girl behind the bar is working effortlessly, serving drinks and working every customer, chatty to some, flirty to others, with a confidence you admire. She catches you looking and winks, you blush without knowing why. She’s curvy, tanned, dark short hair, wearing a multicolour “technicolour” vest top which just gives a hint of soft, ample cleavage and a short skirt, which rises up every time she brands over.
She heads over, tops up your glass without asking. You get your card out to pay and she shakes her head, “on the house, you look like you need it” she pushes the card back to wards you, brushing your hand as she does so. You feel a stirring of something, excitement. You smile, thinking I’m that sex starved I’m turned on by one touch now! And a women. Haven’t done that since college and then just the once.
You sip your wine, looking round the bar, full of city boys and groups of laughing women. Your phone buzzes again, “your late? I’m starving!”
You are pissed off now, and bash out a text”working late, get a takeaway” knowing he will be snoring by the time you get home.
The bar girl is in front of you, with a bottle and filling your glass up again. You smile at her “thanks” and push your card over. This time she takes it from you, but her hand lingers on yours, she leans over giving you the card machine and you see the top of her breasts. As she takes the card machine back she strokes the top of your hand. Or are you imagining it?
You drink your wine faster than you should, you can’t stop watching her, her clothes cling to her curves and you feel flushed with the wine and she desire you are feeling. You think “I can’t wait to get home and finger myself, I’m so horny right now”
Before you know it, your glass is empty again and you are feeling a bit lightheaded. She’s in front of you again, “another?” She leans over flirtatiously
“I think I should go” you mumble “where are the toilets in here?” She smiles “ they are on the 2nd floor, quite a walk. Use this one” she passes you a key “ it’s nicer and just down that way” points at a corridor past the bar.
You pick up your bag and make your way towards the private toilet, let yourself in and have a wee. You feel quite drunk, but still so turned on. You feel yourself wondering what it would be like if she touched you, and you touch your self, lost in the moment
The Presidential Suite (BDSM, Fetish, M/s) Part 1
Good day, I have been doing some experimenting with this story for a little while. This is simply the introduction to the story which my goal is to make about 50 ish pages long with about 4 to 5 sex scenes. Any feedback is appreciated. If you guys like it I’ll post the 2nd part (and first sex scene)
Thank you!
Character List:
Master: Master
me: Slave
Vacation Girl 1: Emily
Vacation Girl 2: Farzana
**The Presidential Suite**
Part 1: Poolside Tactics
I got fucked at the beach while my husband spanked this cute Brazilian… [MFF, Voy, Public]
The Florida sun was oppressive as it roasted my legs. My husband lay beside me.
“Need some water, babe?” He asked rolling over to the soft-sided cooler. He was a bit farther underneath the pop up and the midday sun was only scorching the backs of his knees and below.
The beach was especially crowded as the viral lockdown lifted. We managed to find a spot that wasn’t quite so busy, but it was several hundred yards from our car. Our cartful of supplies was stuffed to the brim. We always over packed.
I was feeling sexy in my one-piece that showcased my best assets in a classy way. I decided to play with Chris a bit. I ran a palm up the back of his thigh and groped his ass underneath his trunks.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed in surprise at my sudden flirty assault. “Shit, now I’m not gonna be able to turn over.”
“And what about my water bottle?” I asked, dragging a finger from his ass to his balls.
The hook up [MF] [younger man/older woman]
She was 52 and had finally reached that point in her life. That point where she realized she was tired of being the trophy wife, homemaker, mom, entertaining her husbands clients.
She had passions, kinks that she wouldn’t tell a soul about that swirled in her head as she masterbated (almost daily now and sometimes twice a day). Her sex drive since her 20s was always unusually high from what her girlfriends told her and thought after kids it would slow down but it only increased!! WTF!!
She hated the thought of cheating on her husband but tired of 3 minutes of missionary style sex once a week for him to basically get off on her. She wanted to sexually live again… to have an orgasm with a cock inside her or a mouth on her clit or to be fucked so hard her legs would be like jello….. to have a man go the distance because he gets off to a woman getting off first while fucking!!! To squirt!!!
She married a good man but not a sexually, kinky, take charge man! A few times a year she would get oral from him but she was sexually starving!!!! He felt his large cock was enough but she wanted more!! She had to have more!! Clock was ticking… in her mind.
Abducted: Chapter One
# The Club
## Amelia
Amelia stood impatiently in line at the high end dance club she frequented most weekends. It was chilly out and she was dressed appallingly for the weather. A sheer, tightly fitting crop top stretched across her chest, amplifying the black lacy bra holding her large tits in place. Her black skirt flowed loosely around her upper thighs and balanced precariously around her hips. Peeking out of her skirt were her garters, clipped to her thigh high stockings trimmed with lace. She also had “forgotten” to wear panties. Indeed, she was cold; her nipples were hard as rock, providing proof of the cold as they poked out beneath her bra.
She made her way to the front of the line, and her favorite bouncer looked her over. Her shoulder length red hair was styled in stylish waves, and a dusting of sexy little freckles laid across her nose and under her piercing blue eyes. She was an expert at makeup, making her look extremely high end and alluring.
The Scavenger Hunt (Series)
Part 1: Happy Birthday Clarissa
The day of June 10th, 2020 would be a day that Nate and Clarissa Hamilton would remember for the rest of their lives. Clarissa turned 35 that day, but could still pass for a youthful 21-year-old. Clarissa’s beauty was evident to all who were lucky enough to have this beautiful woman in their lives. She was five foot five with voluptuous curves. Her B size breasts were perky and natural. Her legs were sculpted and toned from running, but her bosom was a work in progress. A few more months at the gym and she would likely build that up to perfection. You would never believe looking at Clarissa that she had two children, naturally. Her husband Nate, a Vice President at the local Farmer’s Insurance office was very aware of how lucky he was to call Clarissa his wife.