Category: eroticliterature

I spread my legs slowly, just enough to get your attention, and it worked — you looked up from your computer. We didn’t always work in the same office, but this week we had a big project to do, and I intended to drag out every minute of it. I’m wearing a green skirt. It’s a modest length when I’m standing, but I made sure to pull it up some when I sat down, so you could see plenty of my legs. My white lace blouse was almost see-through, and it was obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra.

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I ran my finger lightly across my labia while you watch. I dipped my finger into my pussy, pulling it back out and holding my hand out to show you how wet I am. I spread my legs further apart and began to rub my clit. My finger gently circled the hood, teasing myself and you. Your phone rang, startling you out of your trance, but you answered it without taking your eyes off of me.

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“Hello, Property Management, how can I help you?” I threw one of my legs over the arm of my chair and scooted down a bit, giving you a perfect view of my wet pussy. Read more »

She fumbled rather clumsily with my belt, then my buttons and finally released my aching cock from it’s cotton prison. I’m not a huge guy, just a little over 6 inches, relatively thick and uncut – I was expecting some slow teasing. I thought she might slowly wank my hard member, I expected some gentle licking up and down… what I got was a cock-hungry little whore deep-throat my entire length like her life depended on it.

She bobbed up and down expertly, all the whole massaging my balls. I had to tell her to slow down, and even stop or I would have cum right then all over her pretty little face.

She got up, and kissed me hard. Her pussy and my cock was a lovely combined taste. It’s danced in our mouths as I pushed her back over towards the sofa.

We manoeuvred into a somewhat clumsy 69 position on her sofa, and she continued her assault on my rock hard cock. In the mean time, she was spread beautifully on my face. I spread her wet lips apart and started to devour her. It was heaven. My hands cupped her ample arse cheeks and I spread her as wide as I could. Read more »

Initially, I started slowly, and passionately. Tracing kisses up and down your body as I slowly caressed your tender skin. Delicately pulling off each article of clothing you’ve got on. As I stripped you naked, my kisses ran down your neck, to your beautiful breasts, down your naval, eventually landing on that perfect pussy of yours. I ran my tongue over your clit as I reached down and began to stroke my cock. I tell your clit everything that happened in my day, spelling each word out against it with my tongue. As my cock hardens, I started to finger your pussy, preparing it for me. You moaned for me, begging me to fuck you. I smacked your clit, and stood up, teasing you with my cock. I rubbed it between your pussy lips, and against your clit, too. You bit your lip and smiled at me, reaching down and grabbing my cock, sliding it into you, unable to control yourself any longer.

I pushed into you as your pussy adjusted to me being inside of you, stretching you around my cock. You arched your back in pleasure as I ran my thumb across your clit some more, ensuring that you’d orgasm with me. Read more »

The attraction is inevitable.

Granted, there might be none when someone first meets Emmie. She might just be another face in the crowd. A person who’s not stunning but not overly ugly either. Unoffensive. Unremarkable. Forgettable.

Normal.

But, once people learn what she can do, *who* she can become, it doesn’t matter what she looks like anymore. Doesn’t matter who she is, only what part of herself that she can *change*. Make herself taller and slimmer. Her hair longer and her tits bigger. Her skin lighter. Her skin darker. Fatter. Shorter. Bottom heavy. No curves. Freckles.

Anything as long as it wasn’t her.

So, it’s inevitable, the way Nick’s eyes light up when she tells him about her power.

“Wait, are you serious?!” he says, wiggling on his bar stool as he leans forward, his grin wide and showing all of his teeth, “*Shape-shifting?* Dude, that’s super cool!”

In response, she shrugs her shoulders. Takes a sip of her cocktail.

“I guess,” she says, a sheepish twist to her lips, “S’not practical like yours.” Read more »

I finish washing my hands, preparing for the last client for Sunday. I look over the room one last time to make sure everything is in order, and reset the play list on the iPod before I walk out into the waiting room.

I take a moment to look you over, seeing you chatting with a friend as you two sit in terry cloth robes and hope that you look my way when I say your name. My hands folded in front of my tight short as I call out your name with a smile. You look up at me, my smile broadening as I invite you to follow me.

Leading you down a dimly lit hallway, and opening the door as I let you go in first. The hint of your perfume following behind you, intoxicating me as I struggle for a moment to remain focused and follow you in. I walk over to the cabinet, pulling out a clean sheet as I ask if you have had a Swedish massage before. I catch you looking at me as I turn around, my train of thought faltering again as you respond that you have not. Read more »