Category: eroticliterature

After we had hell of a booze, I, and my friend James, were walking through Seagull Street. It was midnight, I remember, and the street was poorly lit, so it was a bit dark around.

I do not usually party a lot, but as I felt kind of poopy the whole week, I really needed this party. I was somewhat drunk, but James was drunk as fuck.

I do not drink much in parties, but I enjoy the whole atmosphere. Honestly, yes, I rarely get engaged in any kind of sex there; I know I am boring, but I cannot do much about that.

James is known for being careless about his sex life, and always enjoyed trying new things. I, on the other hand, was not really into such experiences; I am a monk in some way.

Generally, James is known for acting up and making trouble. I always try to suppress him, but he sometimes convinces me to join him.

This street is known for dirty prostitutes hunting for their customers; something we did not know at that time. Later, however, it turned out to be for our own good. Read more »

Ela cavalgava intensamente, o seu corpo movendo ao ritmo do orgasmo que estava para vir.

Os gemidos aumentando de intensidade, mordendo o lábio sentindo o dedo dele no seu clitoris, encharcado.

O seu pau duro já não entrava dentro dela, estava apenas ali como alavanca para o prazer, sendo comprimido no seu interior e fazendo o seu homem sorrir de prazer.

Da parte dele não existiam gemidos, apenas a sua respiração pesada indicava o seu prazer, o corpo contraído e as mãos segurando firmemente o seio dela mostrava o quanto a queria, o prazer que a queria ver. A sua puta a vir-se para si era tudo em que pensava no momento.

“Ai tão bom” foram as ultimas palavras que saíram dos lábios dela enquanto revirava os olhos com prazer, as suas mãos cravadas na carne dele enquanto o seu corpo tremia com o orgasmo.

Divertido ele perguntou “Agora sou eu?”

Abriu lentamente os olhos, apoiando as mãos no seu peito saiu de cima dele deixando atrás de si um pequeno rasto de sémen e prazer.

Agarrou no pau todo molhado completamente babado pela sua cona “ Vem-te na minha boca querido” . Read more »

TRUE STORY – You knew where I was but you still couldn’t get it off your mind. It was 3:00 am and I still had not made it home. We both had an insatiable sex drive and had discussed our fantasies in depth. Our marriage didn’t start out that way from the beginning but slowly evolved into an open one. It was exciting for both of us to think of being with other lovers yet also very troubling at times. “What if you like him more” I thought, and “What if he likes her more” you thought. We decided that you should try first since you already had someone in mind. You were seeing your old boyfriend so he wasn’t a stranger to you. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it at first but I strangely found myself turned on by the thought of you with him. Neither one of us could have ever imagined that our sex life could have been any better than it already was, but we took it to a whole new level above and beyond any expectations we ever dreamt possible! But you felt different about me being with another woman than how I felt about you being with him. For all that time you were seeing him, you never really thought about how you’d feel when my time came. I sensed this about you and preceded with caution about how I would go about seeing her. When I first told you I had been with Michelle you were okay with it, and the second time as well. But you had been so caught up with your fun and adventure that the reality of me being with her hadn’t really set in yet. You had been with him that Friday evening and was home by 10:00 pm. You took a shower and went to bed, knowing that I’d be home soon. But you couldn’t sleep for thinking about what I might be doing with her. I made it back home just a little after 3:00 am and showered in the guest bathroom. The lights were off in our bedroom but I had this eerie feeling you weren’t asleep. I tiptoed in there ever so quietly and then heard you say something I’ll never forget. I heard “Turn the damned lights on”, and so I did. You were sitting up in bed with an angry look on your face and fire in your eyes. I don’t remember in exact detail what all we said but I do remember the strange mix of emotions we felt as we reasoned with each other about our agreement. I remember feeling dirty and guilty because of what I’d just done, even though you had just done the very same thing. You were crying and hurt yet apologized several times, telling me you shouldn’t be mad cause you said I could do it. You asked me to hold you briefly but then pushed me away, saying “No it just doesn’t feel right”, and then once again later pushing me away saying the same thing. After a couple of hours of discussion we found ourselves to be very tired. You laid down in our bed and I went to the other room to sleep. We both laid there in separate beds exhausted yet unable to sleep. It was then I heard your footsteps coming my way and your voice saying “Will you come to bed with me“? I jumped up out of the other bed and met you in the living room. We both approached each other and without hesitation, embraced with a passionate hug. I said to you with a tearful voice, “I love you so much and I’m sorry I hurt you”. You said to me “I love you too David…make love to me…please make love to me”. I picked you up and carried you into our bedroom, and we made love.

Nunca antes se sentira assim ou então o seu corpo não recordava tal coisa.

Como mulher madura, forte, controlada e dominante não se lembrava da ultima vez que se sentira tão descontrolada e entregue ao desejo como naquele momento.

Os sons vinham de todos os lados, as gargalhadas soavam ali mesmo como se todos os olhos estivessem postos em si e no entanto nada mais importava além do toque do seu homem.

As mãos dele conheciam o corpo dela de formas que nem ela sabia explicar, percorriam as suas curvas deixando ondas de calor por cada poro seu e a cada beijo dado, a cada toque de mamilos a sua vagina ficava mais encharcada, ansiosa por devorar o seu pau duro e quente que ia punhetando lentamente.

Quando este a virou de costas e puxou os seus cabelos enfiando tudo dentro dela o seu corpo explodiu de desejo, o prazer percorria o seu corpo como um calor que a fazia renascer como fenix das cinzas.

Queria foder e ser fodida pelo seu homem como nunca antes tinha sido fodida.