Jessica was ready for tonight. Ricky had broken up with her a few weeks ago hadn’t been easy, but she was sick of moping around the house feeling sorry for herself. When her best friend Katie invited her for a girls night out, just the two of them, she knew that was exactly what she wanted. Her finger and toenails were all crimson to match her favourite tight dress that zipped up from the side, complimented by a hidden matching lilac underwear set. She’d taken longer than usual to get ready, checking herself out in the mirror at every angle to make sure she looked perfect while sipping white wine. After finishing her glass she made a final reapplication of her lipstick as the horn of the taxi outside rang through her window.
Category: eroticliterature
Lexi’s New Job at the Bar
I hired Lexi two days ago. She walked into my bar with desperation in her eyes. I can’t lie, she looked fucking hot. She was a skinny, petite redhead with big perky tits popping out of a tank top. She walked into the bar, smiled nervously at me. When she leaned over the bar to ask if I was hiring, she awkwardly tried to stick her breasts toward me. It was almost laughable how inexperienced she looked at flirting and how eager her eyes looked up at me.
I shook her hand and introduced myself, “Nice to meet you, beautiful. I’m Larry. Are you 18? I can’t hire you if you’re under 18 and you hardly look 16. Let me see your ID.”
She fumbled anxiously in her purse. “I’m 18, I swear.”
I checked her ID. She turned 18 less than a month ago. “Have you worked in a bar before? Why should I hire you?”
“No, I haven’t worked in a bar before. But I really need a job. I need money,” she looked down shyly.
“Well why don’t you come back to my office? Let’s talk about what you have to offer.”
Commute got a whole lot better[milf] [mutual masturbation] [public]
James got on the train and stared up at the second berth, spotting a seat at the very end, he climbed the stairs and made his way to the very end. Thankfully the seat next to his was empty, so he threw down his bag and fumbled with his earphones to untangle them. After plugging it into the phone, he discreetly looked around to see if anyone was looking at him. No one noticed, the early morning train consisted of people who had had little sleep, so most of them were dozing or sleeping, others were immersed in their own screens or music.
James was sexchatting with a stranger on the internet via his phone. He loved to role play and text did more for him than video. His favorite app had implemented voice-emojis which were orgasmic sounds you could send one another and he used his earphones to listen to them.
As the train pulled into San Mateo station, several passengers disembarked, once it started moving again, James heaved a sigh of relief – no one would disturb him as the seat next to his remained empty.
After about 5 minutes, a lady dressed completely in black made her way to the last row, James was staring at his screen and barely noticed. She touched his arm gently.
“Excuse me”
“Oh sorry!” James removed his bag and placed it on his lap, the lady sat down and placed her handbag on her lap. She was middle aged and looked it. James guessed she was about 45. She was not unattractive, her breasts sagged a little but she was slim, with rich blonde hair that reached her mid-back and wore sunglasses. She smiled at him after sitting down.
He smiled back and quickly went back to his phone.
Esther watched James’ screen discreetly- like how a stranger checks out what other people are doing on their phones in most public places.
She read the words “my tongue gently touches your clit” and looked away. Obviously James was sexting and she didn’t want to intrude.
Curiosity however got the better of her and she started following the conversation slyly. James’ screen flashed the words: “mmmhh yes – Rose”
Aha, so the person on the other side is Rose.. she thought. James replied, “as I lick you under the table, I can taste your pussy juices gushing…”
Reading this made Esther blush. Before she could look away, James saw her reading his screen- he turned red and was embarrassed. He immediately closed all windows and put the phone in his pocket, turning towards the window. His face was hot. Esther felt guilty for snooping. She quietly said, “ I do that too”.
James’ head flicked a little, scarcely believing he had heard what she said, he turned slowly, Esther smiled and winked.
James noticed her- she had brown eyes, nice smile and high cheek bones, her face was a little lined, but like any Californian, you could tell she was into fitness and her knee length skirt, with her black professional top made her your first choice if you had to choose a milf.
“James”
“Hi. Esther.”
They both said nothing until the next station. Then, James said, “why do you chat? I’m single. So I do it”
Esther said, “I’m married but I’m turned on by words.. I don’t always get turned on as much as… well I’d like to.. so I write dirty talk”
James understood. Ester said, “did Rose get you hard?” James was embarrassed but in spite of himself said, “yeah..” in a low voice. Without asking, Esther touched his knee. James started. Ester looked at him wondering if she’d exceeded boundaries. Since his face gave no indication of her doubts, she left her hand there. James was dazed, his penis had stiffened at her touch and he wanted more but was too afraid. His penis however hardened, it’s tip erect, causing the bulge underneath his bag to pull at the fabric of his pants. Esther sensed it. She leaned and whispered, “do you want it?” James was still in shock, but he felt himself nodding.
Esther gently slid her hand beneath his bag, glancing around. She then stared ahead and let him unzip his trousers. Her pussy was beginning to wetten.. and she smiled to herself.. so naughty.. she thought. That made her wetter. The train pulled into the next station and her hand found his underwear.. or rather the very stiff penis it covered. She paused with her hand on his shaft as passengers got on and got off.. Once the train started moving again, she smiled reassuringly at James and gently stroked his shaft. James felt like he would burst any moment, but Esther’s hand moved to his scrotum and gently took his soft balls and played with them… James forgot all fear and was overwhelmed with pleasure… he had always wanted milfs but had never dared imagined this. Esther patiently slid her thumb all the way up his cock and taking care to not hurt the delicate tip, slid her index finger beneath his foreskin.
“Show me” Esther said in a low voice.
James slowly lifted the bag on his lap. A thick. six and a half inches long black unshaven shaft with its end covered in pre-cum met Esther’a eyes. “You’re good.” She said, amused, as her pussy juices made her panties wet. “Thanks” said James stupidly. He lowered the bag down. Esther removed her hand and licked her index finger tasting his pre-cum. “Bit salty, but delicious “ she thought to herself. That action was too much for James. His cock was so hard that he feared he would orgasm violently in public!
As quickly as she had withdrawn, Esther slid her hand in once more to tame the cock. Her fingers urged it to release the cum they stored.. gently stroking it, persuading it to yield the seed. Her own body was reacting to her motions.. the breasts which previously sagged were now assuming their erect positions.. James wanted to touch her.. sensing his desire, Esther places her handbag on her own lap and took his scared fingers and placed them on top of her skirt directly above her crotch. James felt her pussy through the clothing as Esther’s fingers closed over his shaft and her index finger teased his tip. A second later, her fingers were sticky and covered with cum as his cock squirted one, two, three quick squirts of his warm, sticky sperm. She tugged it again, draining his balls as James endured an intensely pleasurable orgasm he fought to keep silent. Sensing that he had blown his load, Esther withdraw her hand and swiftly licked her palm before reaching for a tissue and wiping it away.
“San Francisco station” the train conductor blared
Both of them got up, silently thanked each other and got off the train.
Can someone recommend me some erotic books? I am new to this
Yeah, I’m new to this but I remember reading in school a book that contained a explicit scene of kissing and touching between two teenagers who were in love and discovering puberty. It was so intense that I remember that to this day.
I want to explore, see what I like. Which books do you recommend me to start reading? Any famous title?
Winning [M/F] [Public]
You’re waiting for me to show up. I told you I’d be wearing a white dress, so you’re looking through the crowd to see if you can spot me. It’s an odd first date, you think. The picnic idea is okay – but a first date on a holiday? Not exactly your idea of a romantic first date… Independence Day. You keep scoping the crowd.
Then you see me. I’m standing there, wearing a white sun dress, halter style with a full skirt. You can see my nipples through the material. The sun has lit my hair brilliant red, and I’m smiling. A large picnic basket is at my feet, and I have a quilt in my arms. As you walk toward me, you see my expression is a bit chagrined. I’m wearing red high heeled sandals.
“Hi.” My voice is on the breathless side. “It’s kind of heavy…” I look at the basket.
“It’s okay, Ma’am, I can get it for you.”
At those words, you see a thrill pass through me – my cheeks grow pink, my eyes brighter, my lips just a bit more bee-stung. It must be the “Ma’am”, you think. My nipples poke out a little more.
Don’t Listen, Don’t Listen [erotic poetry][bondage][pussy-slapping liberation]
my leather and lash
you beg
(NOW!!)
to slap your pussy
harder
and the pleasure-pain arches
your back as the thunderstorm
rages against the windows
and I don’t love to hurt you
but I love your pleasure
and the way your moans
become shrill
as I declare you a whore
for humping your hips
wider and splattering
your legs with cream
because the blows slap wet
and clenching
while your mother
in your mind recoils in horror
but you have no choice
robbed of modesty
because I tied your wrists
and ankles
(just as you asked)
and fuck if my cock
is not jumping and snapping
with lust
to see the slash of your pussy
gasping
(SLAP)
oozing
(SLAP)
screaming for your imprisonment to
(fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUUUUUUUCKMEEEEEE!!!!)
pump
and convulse
your raw and meaty
LIB-
ER-
ATION!!!!!!
My rape story when I was young
Warning!!! I’m going into full extent of how I was raped and how it’s still effecting me after +15 years even with years of therapy.
I went in a all boy elementary and middle school. It was very common to see mucho/alpha boys to beat up other kids and sexually assault them. There was this boy name “Z” who was known to have raped at least 3 boys and kids were terrified of him.
My story with Z began when I was in class and he casually asked if it’s cool if I let me have sex with me just 1 time. I panicked and said NO OF COURSE NOT!! keep in mind this kid was physically tougher and looked more 18 than 12. Anyhow I was with group of friends and we used to go out after school (in my country, it was very common for kids to walk home). So once time we all went to this Video Game club to play Fifa and Z decided to come with us. After some game, I wanted to use the restroom and he followed me. There were 3 bathrooms and they were all in use, so I waited till it’s my turn. Then Z jumped in the rest room and told me to come in otherwise he’ll beat me up. I got scared and said ok I’m only gonna pee and leave and nothing else.
Becoming a Slut [MF] [Mdom] [fsub] [oral] [innocent] [bdsm]
Jane had always played the part of the good girl. She was extremely pretty and dressed conservatively – long dresses, knee length skirts, minimal natural makeup.
At twenty one years old, it was difficult to find another person who was a virgin by choice. In fact, as she stood at the bar of the club, looking over at her friends dancing and flirting, she thought about her past sexual experiences. The nice guys who never pushed her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
There was always something…missing from the guys she would typically date. Not that she was complaining. They always respected her and treated like she wanted to be treated. But there was never that spark, that singular moment that made her think *I need him to fuck me*.
As she had that that thought, another entered her mind. A darker thought. One about a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. And he would make her into his obedient slut.
Jane shook her head, realizing that she was biting her lip, staring off into space at the bar. And she made eye contact with a guy from across the room. He seemed normal. About mid twenties, with dirty blond hair. But there was something about his eyes – something that made her want…something.
And Along Came a Spider [oddities][voyeur][jungle][insect][vore]
He slipped down the slick, black rock and crouched on the cave floor. A good position. A good angle to look upward where the jungle daylight shone through the ceiling of the cavern. Water dripped from lush green around the edge of the hole. It tinkled into a shallow pool in the middle of the dark expanse below.
He took special notice of the web patterns woven from height to height. Where they attached. How wide they spanned. What patterns had been chosen for the deadly nets.
No sign of any spiders. Everything lay still. But that was the trap, of course. Many eyes were positioned in the dark. Waiting. Hungering. Even lusting.
A surprised shriek slashed the quiet. A shadow feathered through the light beams as a man fell through the opening and plunged twenty feet before thumping into the web. It bounced and swayed as it dissipated the impact. Many little eyes roused as the spider children already scurried from the edges toward the victim. The forest people pointed ill-prepared adventurers this way to keep the cave dwellers satisfied.
Sheer Joy
My name is Hakura and I have a way of bringing sheer joy into the lives of all the gentlemen I meet. Take a look at some of my photos and you will see quite clearly for yourself why men fall in love with me on our first date. However, there is so much more to me than good looks because I have a beautiful personality too. Let me tell you about a date I had recently with a very pompous middle-aged man who thought rather too much of himself and believed that women should be in awe of him; at least, that is, until he met me.
We had a splendid lunch at The Ivy in Chelsea, during which he talked incessantly about himself in exaggeratedly glowing terms. I just smiled and nodded in agreement once in a while; after all, he was paying handsomely for my company. By the time we were having coffee, he ran out of things to say about himself, thank goodness, and actually began to show interest in me. I have a way of looking at a man which makes him feel like he is almost falling in love with me, and although this man was harder to get through to than most, he started to look back at me in a way that told me I had got the result I was looking for.