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Hello all. We’ve created several ‘Erotic Diary Series’, due to start on the 1st of January 2020. You’ll be getting this erotic audio diary for free, with a new post every day. Check out the link and decide if you’d like to listen to Natalia’s thrilling diary in the new year. Thanks for upvoting or checking us out.
“It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.”
Cynthia Richardson had been constantly repeating those painful words for two weeks, three days, and five hours. That was exactly how long it had been since her former fiancé, Paul Teller, broke off their engagement. In an instant, a seven-year relationship that began in high school came crashing down. If that weren’t bad enough, the break-up meant having to move out of an apartment she could no longer afford and rebuild her life.
It didn’t happen suddenly. The complete collapse of her world had been building for a while, so much so that her friends and family weren’t too surprised when they heard they were breaking up. Some even asked why it hadn’t happened sooner. Cynthia had been asking that question herself. Unfortunately, she already knew part of the answer.
She’d been wrong.
She’d been stubborn.
She’d been foolish.
That shouldn’t have been possible for the same young woman everyone thought would succeed in spades. Cynthia had graduated high school as an honor student, doing all the right things and following all the rules. She’d put in all the work, taking all the right classes in college and going through all the necessary steps for her career.
(I don’t think this type of post is against the rules, but sorry if it is.)
Does anyone know of any longer stories that center around gentle femdom, preferably one that focuses more on romance rather than just plain sex?
It happened again last night
I rolled over
And in your place
Ashley?
Why Ashley?
(I mean, I bet you could bounce a quarter off her ass, those perky little tits, how when it’s cold in the office you can almost see the contour of her hard nipples)
I mean last time it happened
No one should ever drink that much tequila
But what about last night?
Did I drink heavily last night?
(I smoked, I kinda remember that, shits strong, like 33%)
There’s this void right before Ashley
(Ashley)
Office assistant
Shes 19 but…
(What does she weigh, maybe 119 lbs? I could easily pick her up and slide her over my cock)
And there she was
Laying next to me completely naked
(Huh, it is shaved)
And those nipples
She slowly ran her fingertips up her bare side and then aggressively and without caution, pinched her nipple
(My cock is getting hard)
She bit her lip and with her other hand moved over her freshly shaven pussy
She opened her legs and eased three fingers in
“How long has it been since you last let your cock cum?”
“F-five days.”
“Mmmmmm. Perfect. How does it feel right now?”
“I-I’m so hard, I could, I’m afraid, I might, cum in pants.”
“I can see it in your face. You’re so aroused, you’re losing your mind.”
[Closes eyes and moans.] “Oh fuck….”
“Does that feel good? On your hard cock? You need to get it out of these pants.”
“Oh yes. Yes. Yessssss.”
“Jesus, you are throbbing. Fuck, what a sexy, perfect cock.”
“I don’t know if….”
“Lie back. Yes, all the way. Let your cock be free. Let it do whatever it wants. Whatever it needs to do. Yes, that’s it. Let your cock dance. Beautiful. So beautiful.”
[Shivering moans.]. “Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh!!”
“Your cock snapped to attention when I blew on you. God, your veins are pulsing.”
[Sudden, shrill moan.] “Ahhhhh!!!”
“Just one lick. You feel delicious. You taste delicious.”
[Arching back, thrusting cock higher.]. “Ahhhhh, fuck!!!!”
“Two licks. Every fucking hard ridge of your cock. Your pleasure is so erotic.”
[Panting.] “I’m so close. I’m so close.”
Elise introduced herself to the two guys. Their names were Jack and Mike. Jack was 6’4” with short black hair and a beard. Mike was 6’6” with brown hair in a ponytail and a mustache. They were both extremely well built and good looking. Jack bought a round of shots and got Elise a drink as well. She stood and talked with them and enjoyed the flirting. One of Elise’s favorite songs played and she asked if one of the guys would dance with her. Jack said he’d get this one and that him and Mike would trade off songs.
Elise made her way on the dance floor with Jack. She had so much fun dancing with him and even though she felt a little naughty when she was rubbing her body on his, she was so turned on and was having so much fun. The song ended and she kissed Jack on the cheek. Jack walked back to the bar and Mike took his place. Elise dance with Mike and shook her ass a bit for him. He was a bit more handsy than Jack, so Elise hiked up her skirt for him and let him squeeze her ass. At the end of the song Elise kissed him on the cheek and said she would be right back that she just had to check in with her friends. Mike smacked and grabbed her ass and told her to hurry. She blushed and felt her pussy tingle and she let out a tiny moan. She smiled and said she would hurry.
Elise and Chris has been dating for awhile and had a really great relationship. Elise was 5’10” and about 140 pounds. She was thick in all the right places. She was 34C and had a 40 inch ass. She had shoulder length blonde hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Chris was about 5’8” and in decent shape. He was definitely punching above his weight class with Elise because she was a real head turner and got a ton of attention whenever they went anywhere.
So Chris has a fantasy about Elise fucking another guy. They were hanging out one night when he told her that he wants to see her flirt with another guy and maybe more. Elise said that she would try just the flirting and see how that went. A few weeks passed and Elise told her friend Maria about what Chris had said. She thought it seemed kind of fun and encouraged Elise. Maria was 5’3”, 110 pounds with a super tight body. She had long black hair and very tan skin. She was an A cup but had a great butt.
Not a bone in Gwen’s body was religious at all. Organized religion went against everything she knew and felt, however, somehow her mother had dragged her to a midnight mass on Christmas eve. *Why am I here… I’m never agreeing to this again…* She pouted as she thought about her netflix and wine waiting at home, while mother sat beside her blissfully unaware. The room began to fall silent as a man took his place behind the podium. He had wide shoulders under his robe, salt and pepper hair and a stubbly face. *At least I get to look at something appealing while I listen to this droll…* He began mass by leading the congregation in prayer. That was where Gwen began to tune out. She tuned back in while the choir was singing. They were amazing and brought tears to her eyes. *Ok fine, it’s not totally horrible…*
When she pressed the keyboard key – a final dot – she felt both relief and anticipation. Relief, because finishing typing up this document marked the end of a long three week job. Anticipation because she knew what she was going to do, now that she was free.
She had given so much of her time on this last job that she barely had time for herself. While at first it was no problem to forget herself in the work, during the final days, she felt herself wanting to relieve stress more and more. It was always like that in her line of work: jobs required so much of her time and attention, but she had ample time to make up for it between two gigs.
She closed her writing app and opened up her emails. She quickly sent her work with a short explanation and signed “Libellule”. Libellule is French for dragonfly. It was the nickname she chose, in order to remain anonymous, a must in her line of work: private investigator. She chose this nickname because she loved the idea of being a fly on the wall, as well as the common wisdom that dragonflies were only found in less polluted area, something she hoped her work helped preserve, whether it be litteral pollution or figuratively speaking when she contributed to bringing down bad guys. She chose the French version of the word, because, well, she found it more sexy, and sexy is always something to go for. This done, she closed everything on her laptop. She was free!
(I wanted to see how dialogues can be used to guide narratives and create suspense with extremely minimized exposition. Here we go!)
“*Please, I can’t do this anymore…*”, Kara contended. “*I can’t see you, I don’t know what’s going on*.” She continued.
The man ignored her plea and kept his steady motion.
Kara begged, “*My knees hurt, I have been huddled in this position for hours, please let me…*”. Her plea for release was met with silence. He pushed in. He pulled out. Fully.
Before Kara could muster up the courage to ask again, he pushed in with his tip and stayed still.
“*I am about to…you can’t possibly stop there, keep moving please.”,* she pleaded. “*Your tip, it’s scraping my clit. It hurts…so good. Push it in please.*”
The man stayed still. His tip was indeed in contact with her clitoris. He was panting heavily from the teasing. Kara felt the man’s heartbeat through his erect cock.
“*Stay there then*.”, she changed her tone. The both remained motionless.
A few minutes passed. For Kara, it felt like days.