You drop me softly onto our bed—it cradles my back like a soft hug as you push me deeper into the abyss of blankets. I feel the heat emanate from your strong body hovering above mine, one hand running fingers through my hair, the other grasping at my lower back. You press your tip to my already wet and swollen entrance. I gasp as you enter, splitting me wide open. You move slowly, letting my body adjust to your size entering me. You continue to slide in, slowly, deeper and deeper. As the intensity builds from within me, a whimper escapes my lips. You pause, kiss the sound from my mouth and caress my flushed face before continuing. As you reach my depths, you slowly and rhythmically slide out and back inside. Your body contracts and releases above me and sweat starts to glisten on your flesh as you pump rhythmically inside. I start to feel the familiar changes from within as I adjust to your size and my body prepares to make love to yours. As the sweet tinge of pain evolves into surmounting pleasure I wrap my arms around you, desperate to feel you closer. You caress your hand down my back, sending a shiver coursing through my spine, until your grasp meets my hip. You grab firmly and lift me by my ass, pulling me as close to you as possible as you flip our bodies around until I am straddling your lap, your cock buried in me the entire time. From here I can now feel you as deep as possible inside of me, I can hold you as close as our bodies allow. You grab my legs and move them so that they wrap behind your back, I throw my arms around your shoulders in response, clinging to you, our bodies completely interconnected. I rest my forehead against yours and our breath dances between our lips. I begin to slowly ride your lap, savoring the feeling of your warm cock massaging me from the inside; it touches me in places I can’t reach myself and catalyzes waves of pleasure that cascade through my entire being. The waves feel electric and with our bodies so interconnected I wonder if you can feel them emanating from my skin and onto yours. You close the small distance between our lips and kiss me deeply, hungrily. I close my eyes and lose myself to you, unsure of where you end, and I begin.
Category: eroticliterature
That Happened
My hands guided the brown leather belt over her head to her neck
“David?”
Slowly I tighten it around her throat as I position behind her.
“Are you ok?”
The voice cuts through the haze of the day dream as I look into the eyes of the woman from next door. Often times I fantasized about her, I knew little about her apart from her tanning habits and what she drove. She stood in my kitchen, denim shorts moderately high on those pretty legs and a green tank top that left little to the imagination save the color of the nipples that always seemed to be hard. Was she always cold? Horny? I didn’t know. She smiled and turned back to the back door, opening it and letting her dog in. Had she said something? Jesus I needed to focus.
“Thanks for grabbing her, I don’t know how she keeps getting out” she said while crouching and petting her dogs ears.
“Sure” I respond, the view from the top down caused all new images to emerge. I offer my hand to help her back up and she accepts. Such a small hand. Soft. All of her looks soft. Pay attention!!
“Well thanks again!” Her voice cut through my mental wandering.
“No problem.” I watch her walk her dog out, her hand on his collar.
The water runs down my body, another night alone. Maybe I should get a dog? Maybe she would bring her dog over on purpose! That woman, just the thought of her caused my cock to twitch. How many times had I stroked while watching her put her suntan lotion on. How many times had I imagined her coming over for something beyond neighborly. I knew she was married. Knew she had kids. But the things I wanted to do to that woman went beyond standard lust. A knock on the door brings me out of my daze. I put my robe on over my boxer briefs and hold it closed as I open the door a bit, exposing only my face.
“Yes? Is everything ok?” Wearing the same thing she was wearing before she stood on my front step.
“Hi! I left my leash over here, mind if I come in and grab it?”
“Sure” sheepishly stepping aside to open the door. Holding my robe closed, she enters. She’s so close. She smells so good. I wonder idly if all of her smells good. I watch as she disappears into my kitchen. I don’t follow, she knows where she left the leash. Besides, the longer I’m around her the more likely I am to erect a tent. Underwear and bathrobes aren’t great for concealing those. How long has she been in there?
I move into the kitchen and step around the fridge and there she was, legs dangling off the edge of the counter where she sat. Her face was turned to the window and upon hearing me enter she turned ever so slightly. Her hair in a pony tail made it that much easier to admire the movement. To note where her neck met that exquisite shoulder. Finding her eyes again I see something I haven’t before.
“I know, you know.” She locks eyes with me, did she just bite the corner of her lip? I feel the first surge of blood pulse through my dick. My god not now!!
“Know what?” I ask, closing my robe. She looks to me and leans on one arm, the movement causes the strap of her tank top to fall. Looking down to her bosom and moving a hand over her breast slowly.
“That you watch me, David” and as my name passed her sweet lips she looks me in the eye again and reaches into her top. She massages the flesh of her breast and my cock, growing more and more rigid, strains against my underwear.
“Um.. I” I stammer and still locking eyes with me she moves both hands over her breasts and pulls the material down. My jaw goes slack as she leans back and tugs on the nipples. Precum? Have I no control?
“Can I see it, Sir?” her voice reaches into my being and before I know it I’ve opened my robe, my hard cock is throbbing, my hands on the waist band, I pull the offending material down just enough that my rigid member springs free.
“Is that all because of little ol me?” She shimmy’s a bit and bites her lip again. “Looks like it’s ready for some attention.” She slides her hand along her thigh and starts rubbing her crotch. I slowly wrap my hand around my cock and start stroking it. My thumb passing over the head, gathering the precum, coating my shaft, my hand glides up and down. Her hand unbuttons her shorts and unzips. She slides her hand in and she gasps a bit as she joins me. My eyes drift between hers, her face, her exposed tits, her working hand. I’m stroking faster, harder, twisting my hand at times. Her head is back again, her hips are rolling, soon it’s too much and my cock swells, I growl low as I shoot stream after stream of cum towards her, a shot lands low on her leg and I watch in my daze as her body locks and she lets out a low, throaty moan.
Wasting no time she slips off the counter top, steps towards me and moves her cum covered fingers to my mouth. I suck on them, she bites her lip again and all at once leaves. No words. No explanation. But she left my cum on her leg…yeah, that happened.
From a Novel In Progress, Halstead In Church
Halstead remembered being in a Presbyterian church as a non-voting Youth Caucus observer. He sat in a balcony with the other delegates, gazing down at the Redstone Presbytery’s arcane political shenanigans. These took place in the sanctuary of a large regional chuch, with ministers sitting in the pews normally occupied by their parishioners. A congregation of crows, some in dog collars, most in black suits with black shirts and black ties, their faces serious, their business worldly. What bills to pay, which to defray, and how best to raise money were their concerns. Each group had driven hours, miles to get there.
Observers had to climb to the balcony. Halstead had taken a front pew while the others chose back ones, the better to play tic-tac-toe or thumb wrestle, to chit-chat and otherwise find ways to pass the mind-numbing time.
Beside Halstead, the only other person at the balcony’s front, sat a young woman with classical features. She was, in profile, stunning, as if a painting of the madonna sans child had materialized. Halstead amused himself by imagining her to be the Virgin Mary, slumming. Her limpid gaze, root-beer brown, watched the proceedings with detached amusement. This was the first trait that drew Halstead’s attention other than her continental profile.
A Deeper Hunger [paranormal erotic romance]
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*Since she was a teen, Dahlia has known that intimacy with her can lead to tragic consequences for those she loves, but she doesn’t know why. Afraid of her unknown abilities, she has locked her desire away, only to have her body fall prey to a wasting illness that no doctor can diagnose.*
*All that changes when she meets Thomas Wright. He introduces Dahlia to the world of the Kin, reveals her nature as a succubus, and teaches her to begin to control her powers.*
*Her body starts to heal, and Dahlia comes to understand the power that comes with accepting her own sexuality, even as she sees that emotional attachments can have their dangers as well. Love is deadly for the succubi, and yet she cannot help her growing feelings for Thomas. Her physical hunger is finally sated, but the need in her heart deepens.*
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[MF] How i ended up fucking my female friends older sister
She got scared because she didnt see me and then she quickly covers her with the clothes. She asks what am i doing there and i explain her i am waiting for her sister. The she askes why i just watched and i say it happened so fast, i couldnt react… I shouldnt tell you this but i think your also kinda damn hot. She just looks at me and is quite surprised. Then she smiles and bites her lip and says i think you are kinda cute too.. I dont even have the time to respond when she takes me by my hand and walks me to the bathroom. I ask whats this? But she doesnt respond.
She just drops her clothes covering her and starts undressing me. She starts unbelting my pants and takes off my shirt. Then she plays with my cock and starts sucking it. Seeing her naked got me already hard as fuck. Then she stops and takes me to the shower She puts the shower on and leans towards the wall with her back and takes me by my head and forces my mouth agains her cute little pussy. I start eating it and after a while she moans and shakes hard. She probably came. Then she tells me to stop and turns around and tells me to fuck her well. I start pounding her tight little petite ass. She feels so wet and heavenly good. I push full thrusts in while touching her boobs. Her ponytail bounches from every thrust. Before im cumming, i start to touch her clit while still fucking her from behind standing.
Advent Kinkendar: December 3rd [Ffm]
Well I didn’t spend the night in the suspension; apparently that wouldn’t be safe haha. But it was pretty late (or maybe early) when they finally finished fucking and came to let me down. But not before he fucked me, left a load in my pussy, and used my mouth to “clean off”. I lay in bed last night feeling and admiring the marks from the rope and knots; I can still feel where some of them dug in and I love it.
We had a similar wake up to yesterday this morning, Mistress fondling us awake. This time she had some precum that the boy leaked to feed me while he sucked my pussy from her fingers. His cock seems to be permanently straining against the cage; it definitely looks painful; but he still looks like he is enjoying himself, and still stares at both of our bodies all the time.
Our boxes matched this morning, and so did the contents. Under the wrapping the box looked like a very wide jewelry box – that velvet fabric covering you get on them; but it was too heavy. We opened them up to find a set of three different sized plugs; each with a large purple gem in the flared base, all made from highly polished steel.
Picture Perfect
“Oh come on! It can’t be that bad!” Amy chuckled to herself in front of the glow of her computer screen. “There is no way on earth that I would sleep with a 50 year old pervert just to get my share of the rent together.” Sarah had argued for the past ten minutes with her roommate about the dangers of using Craigslist to make money, but as always with Amy, she had to feeling she was fighting a losing battle.
“You don’t have to sleep with someone, you can just do what I do. Go out for dinner or let them take you shopping. It’s good money.” Amy was a typical ditzy blonde and Sarah couldn’t help but think to herself that she couldn’t put on the always smiling, innocent and flirty act as easily as Amy could if she was sat opposite a guy who was paying her $100 just to cope with a meal together. “What about this one?” Amy turned the laptop screen to show Sarah yet another advert. “It’s only modelling for an hour or so and at the end of it you get $350! Plus you’ve done modelling before.”
Coyote’s Trick Chapter 1 [MF] [Inc] [NC] [Cheat]
“It was the strangest thing.” Christina Moore held her phone up to her ear as she busied herself in the kitchen. “James said that the dog walked on its hind legs and called itself Kumokum. Then it bit James on the rump. I don’t know why he’d make something like that up.”
“I hate to say it, Christina, but is James on drugs?” Sally shook her head on the other side of the phone call, worried for her friend. “Maybe Henry should have a talk with him.”
“No way.” Christina smiled at the thought of her sweet, eighteen-year-old son on drugs. “He’s a mathlete that still plays those silly boardgames with his friends. Now that I think about it, maybe he’s just making up a story to deal with a traumatic situation.”
“A bite on the butt doesn’t sound too traumatic.” Sally didn’t want to give up the drug angle. She knew about kids these days.
“Well, the poor dog ran right out in front of a car and got run over after biting him. That’s how we know it didn’t have rabies, Henry took the dog in to get checked.” Christina looked at her watch, it was late, and she needed to check in with James before bedtime.
Baptize me
I was on you so quick you barely understood what was happening before I had dropped to my knee in front of you. My hands moving steadily under your dress, my finger tips on your bare thighs dismantled any thoughts that may have formed to protest. Had there been any that survived my touch on your legs, my hot breath on your panty clad mound would have cast them out.
In confident movements I place your leg over my big shoulder, my green eyes looking up at you and you feel my mouth draw near to your pussy. The flat of my tongue slowly moves along the fabric covering your lips. After a single pass I place my lips on you, kissing right over your clit. My one hand moves up and in, you feel my thick finger tips pulling your panties to the side, your building excitement filling my nostrils. I hum in approval.
The tip of my tongue moves evenly along your slit. Making a slow circle around your clit before sliding back down your swelling lips. Pushing into them you feel my tongue move along the entrance to your heat. I push my face further into you and this hum sounds a little more like a growl. You feel my hands move, my finger tips taking position on either lip. Moving a bit so my face is angling up into your center. I look up at you with hunger in my eyes.
All at once my finger tips pull you apart, your hole, your clit, all exposed before my hungry mouth. I push my tongue into you. Thrusting in and out. Tongue fucking you fast, your hands grip the counter top you had been leaning against. After a few thrusts I move to your clit, I flick it first then circle it. Flattening my tongue and grinding it against your hardened button. After stimulating you a bit there I slide my tongue back into you, thrusting, curling. Scooping at your honey with my cupped tongue.
One of my thick digits finds your clit and starts rubbing it fast. Your precum drenching my chin, my cheeks. And as much as I love the taste of your nectar from the source, I know what will push you over the edge. My tongue moves out of you. My finger ceases its assault on your clit. And for a beat you can breathe.
My lips close on your clit and I suck hard. Your gasp is met with two of my thick fingers plunging into your wanting cunt and I start thrusting them in and out, fast, deep. You can hear how wet you are. Your moans, your movements let me know when my fingertips have found your g spot and I massage it all while my mouth pleases your clit. Sucking, licking, sometimes even tugging a bit with my teeth. You moan low, mumbling something about cumming. I break just long enough to say
“Baptize me”
You grip my head as my mouth continues it’s work on your clit and you start to cum. Gushing, squirting, covering my hand, my face in your sweetness. I slow my eating and let your orgasm flow through you. Easing you out of it. Your legs shaking, thigh quivering on my shoulder.
When I’m sure you can stand I release you, standing myself, I kiss your lips tenderly, still tasting of you. I wink and smirk as I stalk off. You wonder idly where that came from, just talking about your day and I just pounced. Then you hear me in your head, all those times I told you.
“I’m always hungry for you”