Category: eroticliterature

Sarah reviewed the client’s profile. The appointment would be in five minutes. She closed her eyes to let the story fill her, prepare her.

Age: 38
Gender: Female
Preference: Gentle
Time Since Last Self-Orgasm: 2 weeks
Time Since Last Given Orgasm: 1.5 years
Comments: I was divorced more than two years ago, and it struck me very hard. My last experience was…not good…essentially a one-night stand. But that was not the intent or how it started. I have avoided dating since. But lately, I’ve been craving. Yes, that’s the best word to describe it. Craving…. I don’t know what to do about it.

Sarah nodded to herself, now in the zone for this client.

She entered the room. The client was still wrapped in the white robe. She looked naked underneath, but she was wound around herself. Closed. Clearly nervous.

“I want you to take some deep breaths for me,” Sarah said. “I want you to feel your body. Feel it expand, soften, and warm. Feel the tension start draining away. Just a little bit to start.”

She gently took the woman’s arms and placed them on the rests. Read more »

As a female writer, I thought I would take the opportunity to share on here the latest entry in my autobiographical “sex journal” that I’m starting on my hotpastdawn subreddit. I joined Reddit over a year ago and found the hotpast subreddit while researching his interest in my sexual history. I’ll continue to post on my own subreddit so I don’t inundate the hotpast one with my current journal entries and other thoughts.

Feel free to read my post history about my past, and if you like the content of the journal entry below I’ll be posting more progress updates on my subreddit. Comments, questions, and discussion about my writing are always welcome!

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If you’re not up to speed on how I came to “seduce” my 18 year-old neighbor, Leslie, you may want to catch up on the story by reading [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/hotpastdawn/comments/gdmcb8/04may2020_taking_of_a_new_lover_an_18year_young/) first.

In hindsight, I’m sure Leslie felt somewhat like a caged animal in my swimming pool on Friday night. She stood with her back against the edge of the pool wall, the water up to her neck, and I pressed myself up against her. I reached deeper into the water, found her hand, and started walking toward the steps of the shallow end with her in tow behind me. Read more »

I love being in his arms. I feel safe there. Then he kissed me. Very gently, no rush, just playing with his tongue with my one. He took off my shawl and caressed my back. Just my back, he didn’t touch anything private. I love this. He always orchestrates our lovemaking very precisely. When he slowly unzipped my dress, I was ready. And nervous. What if… But there was no time for thinking. He pulled down my dress and I was standing in front of him. I was sure he touches my boobs at first and I was right. Slowly and gently squeezed them. Then he kissed them through the lace. My nipples immediately sharpened themself. 

For me, it is still a mystery after these years how he can undress when his hands all over me. When my bra landed at my feet, he was wearing just his trousers. He pulled me to his chest and I loved it when my boobs were squeezed to his hairy body. He is hairy. Not super hairy but he has hair where a real man has to be hairy. Read more »

Once being lonely at the sea,

Just waves, some clouds, the sand and me,

I walked the beach, nothing to see,

Just wanted to get my head free.

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All of a sudden, eyes don’t lie,

Another human just stood by,

I saw a girl, so far away,

But moving right to me, I’d say.

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Getting closer, my heartbeat,

Went on full power and repeat,

This beauty, it is nearly rude,

Nothing was so hot, even nude.

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We got together, walking there,

Suddenly she’s just standing here,

So i just asked her what’s her name,

This close, the beauty’s still the same.

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Her name, as beautiful as her,

She was unhappy and had fear,

She needed one to make her feel

The worth she had, I had to deal.

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I gave her just a little hug,

Her smell was as good as a drug,

And saw, she liked the feel she had, Read more »

## “I was forced to leave my old views behind and become more aware of my own body.”

32-year-old Olivia is originally from Brazil, now living in North America. A couple of years ago she made a living as both a cam girl on Chaturbate and a premium model on Snapchat. Despite being retired now, she happily sat down with us to discuss her time within the sex industry; [this](http://sexfucketlist.com/interviews/cam-girl-interview/) is her story.

“I’m ready” the text read as I waited for you to give me the all clear. I make my way to your room, I enter and there you are, hands on the railing to the balcony, bent over. Your ass displayed, your full lips peaking at me, you are presented. I move to you. No words spoken. None are needed. As hard as I am, as much as I want to grip those hips and own that cunt right now, there’s something I’m craving just a bit more.
I drop to one knee behind you, and gripping low on your hips, my big thumbs pulling apart your cheeks, I push my face into your thick pussy lips. I hear the sharp intake of breath as my tongue finds that throbbing clit and laps at it. My nose teasing the entrance to your pussy. You buck some, bend more, exposing more of your center to me. I flatten my tongue and let you grind at it with your pearl. I’m humming, nearly growling into your flesh. Your wetness is starting to coat my chin and cheeks. Hands kneading your hips and ass I move my tongue to thrust it into your cunt. I love how you taste. I tongue fuck you a bit, my one hand moves to your clit because I know my slut needs that button pushed. I rub it. Roll it. Flick it with my finger tip while you start to move back against my tongue. I could fuck you right now, but My thirst hasn’t been quenched yet.
I slide my tongue out of your pussy and up to your ass. Licking at the bud, I make my tongue rigid and tease you. My fingers still working your clit, my thumb moving into your wet hole. I wiggle my tongue against your asshole, I circle it a couple more times before, and all at once, sliding my tongue directly to your clit again. You’re whimpering. My cock is leaking it’s precum at your noises, god I want your cum. I flick your clit with my tongue, my hands pulling your cheeks further apart so I can eat your honey properly. Soon your grinding on my face. My tongue rigid and flat against your clit and your body tenses as you let out that throaty moan. Your cum is covering my face. I’ve had enough. I stand behind you, your legs still quivering, you hear my zipper come down and as much as I enjoy teasing you with my cock head I need to be inside you. I push in. My precum and your cum making your cunt nice and slick. I grab your hips and start thrusting into you. It sounds so wet. You can hear my balls slapping your pussy lips. Hear me breathing harder behind you. Feel my thick cock violate you. Each thrust seems to get deeper as my big hands pull you onto me as I push into you. Your one hand leaves the rail and you reach down and rub that clit. You’re whimpering again, telling me “that’s it, fill me up” I push harder into you. Quick short powerful thrusts. I won’t last much longer. “Cum in me” your words force me over the edge my one hand grabs your hair and jerks back as I push deep into you while my cock swells and begins to spasm. Shooting shot after shot of my seed deep into your wanting cunt. Your pussy milks my dick. We stand there for a moment before retreating into the room. Unaware, and uncaring we had just been watched.

The lighthouse appeared over the crest of the hill as she continued down the road. At last she had reached her destination. Her chest tightened and her breathing increased as her mind swirled with thoughts about what might come next. Second guessing. She had driven two hours and now she wasn’t sure if she should complete her journey. She took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and strengthened her resolve. She needed this.

The young woman’s blue Nissan Sentra pulled from the main road and onto the gravel leading up to the lighthouse. She pulled it to one side and parked, staring up at the red and white tower before she exited her vehicle. She stepped to her back door and opened it to grab the duffle bag from the backseat before locking her car and walking toward the lighthouse. Another deep breath. Release. She found the large red, metal door and knocked. Silence. She knocked again. The seconds passed like minutes before the door swung inward with a loud creak; and there he stood, staring into her eyes with an unreadable expression.

“Can I help you?” He asked in a stoic voice. Read more »