Shelly let my cock slip from her parted lips, a thin strand of white, glistening cum escaping her wonderfully lush mouth with the slip. She playfully licked what she could of the cum from her chin, the rest she gathered up on her finger, sucking it off in even a more playful way, and yet still reminding me just how damn nearly innocent while sexy she was all the same. We are both completely spent, seduction and arousal making way to comfort and playfulness. Shelly always preferred to end a rendezvous with me with my cock in her mouth. She claimed she enjoyed it because it seemed to give me a more tortured pleasure, because the pleasure lasted so much longer. She also claimed she really enjoyed the gentle intimacy of it, of tasting us together after a final, long session of sex, and laughter, and intimacy that the rendezvous always brought. She also claimed it had as much to do with balancing out how our rendezvous usually began.
Category: eroticliterature
“The After Hours Club With Kayla” [m/f] [anal]
This story is based loosely on something that happened one night. Things don’t always work out the way I’d like them to, but, I do like to write about the “what if” scenarios to create something entertaining for you to read. I’m not a writer, by any means, but, I do like to tell a story by using actual events of my life mixed with other things that I have experienced. If the story is completely “true”, I make a note of it either in the beginning or the end..I wrote this a while ago, and I’m posting it now, while I write new stories for you to enjoy! hope you like it.
“The After Hours Club With Kayla”
I used to go to bars AND when I used to drink (Which I gave up a few years ago) Everything was all fun in the beginning, but then it got old. We’d start off at the bars and clubs, then a group of us would head to an after hours club. I don’t know why it was allowed to be open until 3:00A.M., while every bar in my state had to be closed at 2:00A.M.
Family Sunday! [incest] [brother and sister] [mom and dad] [masturbation] [porn]
So, I have this really warped fantasy of porn and masturbation being a norm among family members, so much so, that it would be done in front of family members. For example, a daughter masturbating in the kitchen, in the presence of her father and mother, but it would be a norm, and no one would find fault in it. It’s a crazy fantasy, and probably super weird, but I think it’s also super hot! So enjoy my little piece on an alternate reality in which a family engages in watching porn and masturbating together!
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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and the Jonas family were all sitting in the living room watching tv. The porn that was playing on tv was just loud enough, and there the family sat, each one naked fondling their most intimate parts, just like every other Sunday afternoon.
The mother, Stephanie turned to her husband, John and they started making out and touching each other’s private parts. The daughter, Alice and the son, Jackson watched on and picked up their own tempo.
The Friday show [F-solo, M-solo, mc]
On that Friday afternoon, Stephanie came back home a bit earlier than usual. As soon as she opened the door, she took off her high heels with a sigh of pleasure. She walked barefooted on the soft gray carpeting, dropping her Louis-Vuitton bag on the small desk in the hallway.
From the bathroom she could hear the shower running. She briefly considered joining her husband under the shower, but she was not really in the mood for the inevitable afternoon frolics that would have followed.
They had been living in the modern downtown apartment for three years now. The rent was insanely high, even though the flat was not so spacious after all, but Stephanie loved the place, the modern furniture, the domotics appliances, the convenience of being a 5-minutes ride away from the financial district.
She headed for the bedroom, took off the short jacket of her tailleur and the simple golden earrings and matching necklace, then back to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands, thinking she might as well have a cup of tea as she waited for her turn under the hot water.
She cast a loud “hey!” towards the bathroom door, but Steve didn’t answer.
A female werewolf in heat
The truth is that I’m still terrified every single time and no amount of telling myself: “it’s natural” is going to change that.
There are two kinds of werewolves, the changers, and the breeders. The changers are the ones everyone know, the superior athletes, elite soldiers and the envy of everyone who has ever spent hours lifting weights in the gym. They can’t pass on their abilities to the next generation though a child born to a changer will be human, even if it has two changer parents. It’s after all not a genetic trait as some choose to believe in this age of science, it’s a curse and they care little for what seems logical.
The breeders are responsible for passing on the curse, it’s something you are born as and you have no control over. The random roulette of fate just spun to pick a sucker and you happened to get the job, or rather I did.
Office Playtime
her side:
I woke up disgustingly early that morning, and that’s saying something because I’m an early riser. 4am is just rough. I felt surprisingly good though, and decided to make the best of it. I dressed in my running shorts, the extra short ones with the cut-outs on the side and a lulu lemon sports bra. Look good feel good. And I took off down the street. Morning runs are my favorite, especially in this city. 430 must be the only time D.C. is quiet, my planned route was 3 miles; I really felt good and did an extra lap around the park adding two more. I finished at my front door, and surveyed my reflection in the glass. I looked good. My eyes were bright and cheeks flushed with just the right amount of sweat tickling my cleavage. It’s a shame no one gets to appreciate it, but that’s the life I choose.
[FF] Where did she tell you she was last night? [lesbian][short story][maybe a series][if you like it][cuckoldy?]
I’ve seen her in here before. Nearly all the bartenders know her. She comes every now and then, grabs a couple of drinks and scrolls through her phone. Sometimes she’ll watch the live music artist for a while, and nearly every night she fights off one or two guys. She’ll pay her tab, tip well, and hop into a cab.
But not last night.
Last night she came in looking for something. The way she sat at the bar was different, the way she dressed was different. Not to mention she ordered two shots of tequila before even mentioning a cocktail. She’d done a little more eye makeup than I’d usually seen her do, a darker shade of lipstick. There was a thirst in her eyes that wasn’t going to be quenched by Cuervo or Smirnoff. That animalistic need that we all feel from time to time, the itch that’s so elusively hard to scratch. And that’s when I saw her look across the mahogany at me.
“Hi I’m Kate,” she smiled, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. “You know, I’ve seen you in here before but I don’t think we’ve actually met.”
Get Down With The Thiccness Part 8 [Romance] [Stright Sex] [Busty]
I’m back! Apologies that it’s been so long, I sort of felt burnt out writing smut and was focusing on my new job and stuff like that. I thought it would have been ideal to finish this one! Though, I decided that the final parts of this will be cut down to be used in other series, so the instead of 13 parts, there will be 10…
Before I begin however I would like to see what people think of this idea which I had whilst away. I know when reading people have an idea in their head to see what the characters look like, however if anyone reading this is interested in seeing what my vision for the women in the series are, I could link an Imgur album in the comments! If you would like to see that then feel free to message me or post a comment telling me what you think of this idea! now onto part 8 :)
The perfect morning
I hear you turn off the shower and within seconds I can hear you reach for the door to come out. You have no idea I’m in the room and in the mirror, I can see you wrapped in the towel. While you’re bent over to search for something on your dresser, I step behind you, lift your towel, to have your cute little ass ready for me. It’s obvious you’re not wearing any panties so I can’t not try to tease you.
I slowly go down on my knees and start to trail kisses. All the way from the ankle, to your calves, to your thighs and ending them just a little above your butt. I circle around your pussy, blowing in my warm moist breath and I sense your body warming up and you getting horny. I start to kiss your thigh, second by second, biting it, giving hickeys before I grab hold of your butt. I start to kiss to kiss your ass cheeks, kissing them, biting them before I give a small kiss to your pussy.
I get you up, we’re face to face and we can’t stop kissing each other. Our hands moving all over each other’s bodies. I put my tongue in your mouth and you start to suck on it and then you put your tongue in my mouth and I reciprocate. I lift you up and sit you down on the dresser. I slowly unwrap the towel from your body while I trail kisses down from your neck all the way to your stomach.
Campsite Tease
Amelia slowly tugged on the zipper of her hoodie, exposing her bare chest, until her hand paused just above her navel. She fingered the zipper, as if unsure whether she wanted to unzip it further, or zip it all the way back up. After a moment she let her hand fall to her side, evidently content to leave herself only partially unwrapped. Her skin looked like porcelain against the contrast of night. The flames of the campfire, licking the char colored logs and kissing the windless air, cast a flickering spotlight on her swaying form. She lifted the wine bottle to her lips and drank deeply, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The bottle was nothing but a silhouette, but a decidedly phallic silhouette when it was pressed against her mouth in this way. Her eyes opened slowly as she swallowed her last sip. She met Garrison’s stare with a sultry, heavily lidded gaze. “Just warming up,” she said as she traced her finger along her bottom lip, wiping away the wine that remained. “Inside and out,” she giggled, and shuffled a bit closer to the fire.
“Don’t you think you’re hot enough already?” Garrison quipped. She laughed and rolled her eyes at him.