Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e1nckz/marys_adventure_part_1_of_6_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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CHAPTER 6 – THURSDAY
Category: eroticliterature
Warrior Desrius is rewarded for his courage.
As Desrius circled his opponent, the last man in the raid party that had earlier attacked his village he thought of how sweet it will be to slide his blade between the mans ribs.
Just then the raider lunged with his sword narrowly missing Desrius who deftly moved to the left and with his left hand brought the mans arm down exposing his neck. Desrius plunged his knife into the mans neck and with an explosion of blood the man was dead in an instant.
Desrius mused to himself “ribs neck what’s the difference”.
“You need to learn your anatomy then” came a voice sweet and off in the distance.
Desrius turned to look upon his fellow soldier and lover Emma. Her thin curvy frame accentuated by the sword at her hip.
“Perhaps you can teach me then” Desrius roared in laughter
“First we drink after the long ride home to Riverage. Then we celebrate” she winked at him and gave him a slap on the rear.
After a night of drinking and retelling the story of the successful attack on the raiders the men were rowdy and the women squirmed in their chairs hoping for the chance to go to bed with Desrius and even Emma.
Roommates Story – Ch 3 (Gymbunny, MF, Sex, Night, Creampie, Slutty Roommate)
I woke up one night. It happens randomly after a twitchy dream or if I drink too much during the night. Alas, this night… well, one could say I woke up for a *very* different reason. It was dark, and I couldn’t see at first, but I felt much more going on than usual. Quickly I noticed that my dick was out and that it was more awake than me. The wet state of my cock implied that someone’s tongue licked it recently. I heard a girl breathing softly before I noticed the shape resting on my legs. Nipples rubbed over my knees while I noted that whoever it was waking me up at midnight was not wearing a top or even a bra.
“Am I dreaming?” I asked, confident that I already knew the answer that would come. But I’ve been tricked before.
“No. But I must be a fool to be here.” Even though my eyes were still adjusting, I could understand Kikia’s voice clear as a bell. She and I had slept together before, but I wasn’t expecting her that evening. I barely heard her mouth open before her tongue washed over the tip of my penis once more.
At Long Last
They were lovers, devoted to each other’s needs, wants, safety; devoted to each other’s everything. The depth of what they felt for one another was rarely understood by those that knew them and would be harder still for those who simply passed by on the street. It was as if they were one, split into two people, two hearts, to find each other and reconnect over and over again.
The only sadness in their relationship was born from the miles that separated them. Most days those miles and hours of difference felt like oceans of water turning them into their own lonely islands. She’d share a picture of herself and he’d wish to reach out and graze her cheek, pass his fingers through her hair. He’d tell her how he wished to kiss and hold her and she’d imagine his moist lips meeting hers and his strong arms enveloping her. They’d talk endlessly via messages getting lost in the text and speak over the phone as time allowed. They both, simply closed their eyes as they talked, seeing the other just in front of them, close enough to reach out and touch and yet as quick as their eyes opened again the image of their loved one faded away.
Fruit salad.
All is ready prepared,
from apple slices,
to pears.
Strawberries,grapes too,
banana, and pineapple,
just for you.
You told me many
times of your fantasy,and what to do,
funny, because it’s been mine too.
Now alone tonight, just
us two,
it’s time for our fantasy
to come true.
The table is cleared
all that’s missing is you.
Take your time,I don’t,
want to rush you.
Along slow strip
to get us in the mood.
Now your before me,
in your naked glory,
it’s time to act out
our story.
Please lay on the table,
I want to decorate you.
The pineapple slices
on your breasts,
with your nipples,
peeping through.
Banana, and pears and apples too,
all placed on your tummy,
making me want to say yummy.
Placing the strawberries,
between your thighs,
I can feel my self, start to rise.
Your shaved vagina,
with lips that pout,
I am feeling hungry,
there is no doubt,
The rest of the fruit,
on your legs and toes,
there’s something missing
know I know.
Fruit salad is nothing without cream.
Now the salad is complete,
I will start at your lips and end at your feet.
Are you exited too, now I am eating off you.
As I circle your breasts,name the pineapple
in my mouth, make my way to your tummy,
ooh yes yummy.
the best I have saved to last,
I move my mouth to your thighs,
with my tongue like a cat,
I lick the cream,
savoring the moment you come and scream.
So my darling, did you enjoy it too,
As I promised tomorrow,
it’s me,
your fantasy,I carn’t wait to see.
Carl Dunford.
The Perfect Deal [MF] [oral] [piv]
“When it came to making a deal, everyone had a line they refused to cross. Those who drew that line too carefully were often the first to get ripped off.”
That was the first sales lesson that Stacy Stamper’s father had taught her as a little girl. Being the son of a traveling salesman and the cofounder of successful marketing company, her father treated sales with a passion that few could match. He said he’d planned on passing down his valuable knowledge to his kids one day. As it just so happened, Stacy was the oldest of the three and often the first to be in a position to use that knowledge.
However, sometimes being the first meant crossing a few lines she hadn’t expected.
“Out here,” said the deep, excited voice of Marvin “Max” Dresden. “Nobody comes into these parts at this hour, especially on Black Friday.”
“It’ll do,” said Stacy. “Just remember I know which parts of this store are being monitored by cameras. So if you’re hoping to record our little exchange, stop hoping.”
A new love, always and forever
That grab you by the throat feel good sex. It’s the most mind blowing sex to have. It’s in that moment When you realize you need that person around forever. You feel a rush with every touch. Even with the slightest brush of the arm you are wet and eager for more. You beg for anything more. so badly you want to take thing slow but the smile, the soft sexy voice and the look in his eye make you want to be picked up and pinned against the wall in pure ecstasy. How do you control yourself?
You don’t.. let his big meaty hands take you fully. Let his arms fully embrace you as he slams you against the wall ripping your clothes off. You softly moan as he bites your lip and reminds you what is his. He bring you to the bed and slams you down kissing you all the way down til he’s at your thighs. He does what he knows best teasing your pussy as he tickles your clit with his tongue. He waits til you about to cum, he stops. He slowly makes his way back up making his presence known on every inch of your body. He takes your hands in his and pins them over your head; the sudden clicking of metal sends servers down your spine. You’re now handcuffed to the bed. He makes you beg and earn him inside you. Time passes and you just can’t take it any longer; he pushes deep inside you. you can feel him throb inside you wanting to cum and fill you. He thrust harder and harder until your are begging to cum again. You feel pure bliss. You fight the urge til he says you can cum. Time passes as he has punished you for being such a bad girl. He finally allows you to cum; he cums too. You feel his warm seed fill you as his penis pulsates inside you. You want it all; him always and forever
Wanna get off to hot writing…. Need I say more?
Hi, hello, hola, chaka? Is chaka anything? Ok, maybe not…
So yeah, hey there, girl with the day off here. I’m looking outside and the weather is somewhere between “blah” and “go for a walk” but I’m kind of tired of being whistled at by dudes driving by… Like what do you think I’m gonna do, boys? Just leap in the backseat? At least let me get my stunt double. Anyway, chauvinism aside, I’m just gonna be blunt and say I am single and porn is honestly dull and lifeless, so I wanna get off, DESPERATELY and another way. My vice is written erotica, sexy little stories that are detailed well in rich paragraphs of vivid environment and character description, not to mention characters that aren’t just sex-bots created for fucking. (Pretty sure that’s the plot of the Notebook, never seen it.)
Soooo, if you’re one of those males/females with a pension for storytelling and a love for getting needy girls off when they read your stuff under a mountain of blankets, please please please send me a cute message that details your talent with a pen. Boast to me if you have to. Swear to God though, messages with “I can fuq you” or “ur a bad gurl, let’s play” OR “let’s roleplay” noooooo especially not that last one, this is writing. A. Story. A hot one. There’s another reddit for that, trust me, I’m banned from it. Kidding.
The girl at the coffee shop [M+F]
She came over with a short skirt and thigh high socks, a hoodie covers what she has inside. I didn’t expect she would come. I was nervous and excited when I sent that text, but I didn’t expect she would agree.
I first met her at a cafe a couple months ago. I was frantically writing to meet deadline, she seemed leisurely enjoy her book. She was also wearing a skirt then, I don’t think there was a sock though.
I stroked up conversation just by asking her if the wifi was working for her. To be fair it was true that I couldn’t connect with either my laptop or my phone. She said it worked for her and ask me what the problem was. We exchanged a few words then I had to turn back to my keyboard. I couldn’t help but stealing glances toward her, hoping she would do the same. Our eyes caught a couple of times. I asked for her numbers before leaving the cafe. I walked out the door thrilled with the neat line of digits in my notebook.
Suspended Fantasy
I’m just leaving work and my phone pings:
“You leaving work?”
How such a simple question can hit me like a bolt of electricity, I do no know. But fuck, I love when you show me how well you know my day, especially when I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next…
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Come here.”
I hop into my car, hands a little shaky with excitement. I head over to your place eagerly looking forward to seeing you. “The door is unlocked” pings to my phone as I turn onto your street.
I quietly open the door, locking it behind me. I slide into your room, and you’re laid out on your bed, looking right at me. I freeze, caught between fear and arousal. You get up from the bed and head over to me, all confident and strong in your movement. You gently brush some hair back behind my ear before balling your hand up into a fist that’s full of my hair right at the nape of my neck.