Category: eroticliterature

it takes me no time

when i think about you

as i sit here

listening

from across the room

i watch you talk

i watch you laugh

i watch you walk

i watch your back

come

closer

to

me

i dare you now

let

our

eyes

meet

ill show you how

with one glance my way

a brush of a hand

the things you say

i can barely stand

im ready

for you

to come

for me now

one night

forbidden

eyes closed

w o w

It started with brief touches. First, a tap to the shoulder, then a hand to my entire shoulder, sometimes a touch to the head as he paced behind me. He would praise my bravery, my openness, and the honesty I exhibited during our sessions. He genuinely admired how eagerly I listened to, and implemented his advice. He would tell me what we were going to try next, with my medicine, or new therapeutic techniques he wanted me to try. My response was always the same, ” I trust you. Whatever you think is best, I will do.” He seemed to like that. He started moving around the room more during our sessions. Standing behind me, immovabley pressing his hand to my shoulder as I relayed the details of my life. Periodically he would inconspicuously stroke or rub my shoulder with an oustreched finger. At one session he repeatedly praised the progress I had been making with him. He was very proud. He proceeded to tell me how invested he had become in my life.

“Like a father figure, ” he said. Read more »

It feels like forever ago when we were last together. 4 of us chilling out watching films, sharing beer, chilli and some particularly tasty bread. We’d promised the 4th no funny business. She’s a fairly new friend. Still working out what she’s comfortable with and what she’d like to explore. We did very well until she left and then it took barely a minute.
First 2 of us are dancing. I say dancing, the kind of swaying teenagers do at a school disco, but it was nice. Then the third joins and I’m in my happy place, surrounded by my loves. Two men, so close they call one another brother, who swore long ago a woman would never come between them, and yet here I am, so literally between them.
Soon hands start to roam, mouths find one another and each other’s bodies. We’re kissing and he’s biting where my neck meets my shoulder. My knees start to buckle as blood rushes from my legs but someone is holding me up. I’ve lost track of whose hands are where…who cares which, so long as they hold me. There are fingers between my thighs grasping at me. They’re kissing me, biting me, hands all over me, inside me. I can feel the orgasm building so soon but I can’t find the words to slow them down. And then I’m coming, hot waters flowing from me, soaking my clothes and the rug beneath us. A moan escapes from deep within me. I have no idea which movement, which hand, lips or teeth, which man tipped me over the edge. In truth it was both. Together like this my body gives itself over so entirely to them. My legs give way but they’re holding me up, taking my weight between them.
They’re lowering me to the floor, not easing up the pleasuring. My clothes are peeled off and soon I am lost, lost in myself and them and the moment.
I can’t tell you how many times I came. I didn’t count. I couldn’t. One flowed to the next, my body never getting chance to recover, my mind never clearing, my orgasm never pausing.
Every time we’re together as a 3 it is better than the last. And now we’re all stuck isolating apart I’m finding the need to relive each time in my mind more and more… Read more »

Lusty Adventure #2 (remember that some of this is real, some embellished)

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My phone chirped at me.

J – What are you wearing?

I smirked.

Me – Leggings, long shirt, slippers? Suuuper sexy eh?

I set the phone down and wiggled my slippered feet.

Chirp!

J – Actually, that’s perfect. Let’s go see a movie.

I raised an eyebrow.

Me – Don’t want me to change and look human?

J – Nope. Come.. as you are ;)

I swallowed, heat pooling in my belly. I went into the bathroom and pulled my hair up, a sloppy bun and loose curls. I stared at my glassy eyes and raised my eyebrows.
He had something up his sleeve.

Not five minutes later, he honked from the driveway. I pulled on my sweater and grabbed my phone and wallet.

I climbed into the passenger seat and he leaned over to give me a quick mind melting kiss.

“Hello,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

I poked his nose. “Hello to you too.”

He smiled and pulled out of the driveway. Read more »

Alan D, who in adulthood became an award winning journalist (apparently I had good taste at the age of 7!) was my first. He would coax me to climb over the fence at the bottom of my yard, into the bottom of his yard, where stood the infamous coal shed. About 4’ x 4’ x 3’ – it provided plenty of room to hide behind, out of sight from parents and nannies. Once there, he would lift my skirt or pull down my pink or turquoise panties, sometimes my shorts, to reveal my little pink, fleshy mound.

I liked the attention. I did not stop him. He continued to pry my strong suntanned legs apart to look at the little hole where I peed. I watched as he did this and it sent a warm glow through me. What was this 9 or 10 year old boy doing? I did not know. I was not confused. I was too busy enjoying something: an initiation into pleasure. Apparently something very magical lay between my two legs. He would spread me and put fingers in the crevice. They felt good. I liked those big boy fingers jammed up inside me, hard sometimes. It spoke to his intensity of desire to be deep inside me. At 7, I felt, “oh good, he “likes” me”. Read more »

I hear you come into our house. You’re giggling, and I can hear someone else giggling. I smile. I’m glad you’ve had fun to tonight and obviously are enjoying catching up with your friends, and have brought someone back to continue drinks and chatting with. I decide that I’ll leave you two girls alone, and stay sitting on the bed. Without warning, you come into our bedroom, leading by the hand, a girl from your class that I know is Alex. You catch me by surprise but I smile and say “Hello baby”, as I imagine you just want to say a quick hi and introduce Alex as we’ve never actually met at your class open nights.

Alex is dark haired, with slightly olive skin and she seems like a bit of a pocket rocket, bright and bubbly and always full of energy. Slightly shorter than you, with a toned and athletic figure, you and I have often commented on how good a body she has, and how lucky you are to get to see her more often. Alex is slim, probably light enough for me to pick her up, but she doesn’t have a petite boyish body. She has defined hips, and a cute round butt, and perky little boobs. Little, in that they’re smaller than yours, but not much smaller. We’ve both wondered what her nipples might look like. And, one other thing that we’ve always enjoyed about seeing, is her classy tattoos that she has at various places on her body (maybe spend more time on describing tattoos?) Read more »