Aiden’s palms were damping as she kissed Allison’s soft lips. Her cock stirred beneath her dress and Allison took it, sliding her hand along the underside of it squeezing the dense shaft.
She glided her hands over the side of Allison’s breasts, her own pressing against her.
Allison unzipped Aiden’s dress, watching it fall to the floor. She gathered her breasts, kissing the swell of cleavage. She pulled one out and flicked the nipple with her tongue.
Allison was the first woman to touch Aiden’s new breasts and she could barely contain herself at the sight and feeling of this gorgeous woman’s attention on her.
Aiden unbuttoned Allison’s jeans as Allison unhooked her bra. She slid it down her arms and finished undressing herself.
The head of Aiden’s cock was peeking out from the satin underwear not meant for a penis. Allison giggled as she removed them, excited at getting her inside her pussy.
“I only want to be fucked for now.” she whispered in Aiden’s ear.
She grinned and they went to the bed, Allison opening her legs, as Aiden slid her cock inside of her.
She marveled at Aiden’s breasts, the hardened nipples begging to be sucked. She took one and did just that, sucking, licking, biting while Aiden looked on thrusting deeper into her.
Allison rocked her hips up and down, meeting Aiden’s rhythmic movements, watching her cock become slippery with her moisture. She grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight.
“Keep going. Don’t stop.” she said, burying her face into her neck.
Category: eroticliterature
Looking for story – innocent girl stays with BDSM couple in mountains
Hi. Looking for an erotic story I read a while ago, I think it may have been on Literotica. It was about an innocent, naive girl who moved in with a couple who lived in the mountains somewhere, it spanned over a long period of time like 6month+. Whilst staying with them she attended college/school nearby and they gave her increasingly more rules to follow. I think at one point they caught her masturbating without permission on a camera in her room that she wasn’t aware of.
[MF] Sylvia and Mark [Anticipation/Cheating/Sweet]
This is one of my vanilla sweet stories. Hope you all enjoy.
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It was an ironic way that they had met. It started out with a conversation over spilled coffee. He was looking for a friend to talk to. For him, it was just out of a basic need for some human conversation. She was just tired of the routine her life had become. It was as though she was stuck in a circle of being a wife, a mom, a neighbor, a good daughter, a daughter-in-law, a sister … but there was no time for her to be herself anymore. They both had nothing to look forward to anymore … everyday was the same.
It was like any other day for him. He sat by himself in the coffee shop. It was his favorite spot near the door. He could see everything that went on and be invisible at the same time. It wasn’t that he was socially awkward. Life had just not been kind to him. He had a series of heartbreaks and was too shattered to invest in a relationship again. She’d just walked into the shop to get a coffee. She was in a hurry and kept checking her watch. It was as though time was dragging her, and each tick was forcing her to be somewhere else. She kept standing and started sipping her coffee. As she was walking to the door, she glanced at him – his focused eyes on his screen. Workaholic, she thought.
Float like a butterfly [FM]
Its Friday, a chance to let your hair down. You spend a while on your make up, eyes poppin, lips seducing. Dressing you slip on that cheeky butterfly first, then hold ups and a quite devastating push up bra. Inching up that slinky skirt, slipping on that low cut top. Its time.
You head to the bar, there are a few of you meeting up, but there is one girl in particular you have your sights on. Scanning their faces when you arrive you conceal your disappointment that Lauren isn’t there.
Taking a drink you settle at the table chattering away complimenting on latest hair do’s, new dresses and shoes, and the inevitable tales of who’s been fucking who, and exactly how.
You hadn’t noticed the table of guys across the way until the bottle of wine arrived in front of you. Sipping at a glass you feel the bubbles effervesce your spirits. That guy who can’t keep his eyes off you raises his glass as if to chink yours.
Gym on the night shift [MF]
Note: This is my first attempt at writing. I think it kinda got off the rails after a while but I chose to let it evolve.
You could say it was a night like any other, and that would be the understatement of the year. Holding down the night shift as building security tended to seem like Groundhog’s day, minus the cute furry critter. Come to work when the sun was down, stare at the same walls, leave with the sun still absent. Rinse, repeat. It was a drudging experience; one that could wear down the attention of even the most astute watchers. The one perk, thankfully the perk that keeps me going, is the unrestricted access to a first rate fitness center. A fitness center that is utterly devoid of human inhabitants when it’s my time to go. Metal music blaring, lights turned down low, and an endless stream of grunts and curses follows me around as I find my center among the iron. This gym makes it all completely worth it. So on this night, like every other night, I was on my way to my Mecca.
A Virgin is Forced – [Nonconsensual] – A Virgin is forced into sex and finds out she likes it
Hey Guys, welcome to my first story on this website! Comment your thoughts down below (I love reader interaction) and let me know if this got you off/when in the story you came. Its a short one but enjoy!
It is late one night. Becky is lying naked alone in her dorm room. The dorm is girls-only of course. She is masturbating; she has not cum in a long time. She is small framed, skinny, and small breasted but her skin is smooth and her shape is pure. Her breasts are just large enough to hang, perkily from her pale chest. She is lying back on the bed looking at the ceiling. Beneath her round bottom she has laid out a clean white towel to catch any potential juices so her roommate won’t know. Already, the towel beneath her is soaked.
(Question) Would anybody be interested in a series of stories about horny college students who get various superpowers?
I’ve written some similar stuff before under a different username, but the idea is that random (or connected) college students get various superpowers and they eventually lead to super sex, IE sex and masturbation utilizing their abilities. This wouldn’t be the usual fare, so I’m curious if this is something you’re willing to see. If there’s a better subreddit for this, please let me know! Thanks!
My first story [MF]
It all begins on a Sunday afternoon; the sun is setting casting long shadows on the forest trail. You are walking slowly enjoying the crisp evening air. You smile as you walk knowing the clearing is right around the corner. This is your safe spot where you go to shut the world out. It’s always quite and tonight you feel at peace. When you get to the clearing you run to your favorite tree and sit under its branches. You tilt your head back and breath deep and lose yourself in your thoughts. You are so at peace you don’t hear the footsteps of someone approaching.
A wrong step causes a twig to snap, startled you look up to see me standing in front of you. You have never seen anyone else on this trail or in this field. You speak almost shouting in shock “what are you doing here.” I look surprised and ask the same thing back, “this is where I always come to think, you are in my spot.” As I speak you can’t stop yourself from looking me over, you start from my feet and work your way up slowly, as if you are sizing me up, your gaze finally meets mine and locks for a moment longer then normal. You silently contemplate what to do next, do you ask me to leave or do you leave or do you risk it and ask me to stay?
Ganges Goddess Parts 1 and 2
My childhood friend and I were venturing through the tropical border between India and Bangladesh, seeking the ever-flowing Ganges river amidst the sultry hot and humid climate. We happened upon a small town, where the locals wore minimal garments made of fine animal skin intertwined with green and yellow leaves. Each of them bore a specific responsibility and duty to their town, each equally vital in the thriving of their people.
We did not speak their language, other than a few words: water, food, and thank you. When I spoke to the village leader, I could see a beautiful young woman in the corner of my eye. She snickered at my accent, but in an adoring way; not judgmental. When the village leader was about to lead me to some food, his daughter intercepted me and led me another way. She quickly spoke something in Bangla, and with a disapproving eye, the leader reluctantly let her take me.
high school romance [mf]
Do you remember what it was like, being in high school?
The insecurity, the lack of confidence, the self-assured ignorance, the hormones, the gossip, the jealousy, the flaky friends, the obsession with popularity.
Oh, and the firsts. You can’t forget all of those first times for everything in high school. First time driving, first time sneaking out of my parents house, first time giving a guy blue balls, first time kissing until my lips hurt, first time giving a blow job, first time having sex, first time having sex in the back of my car, first time falling in love, first time heartbreak.
For some reason, I always think back to that first time with Jordan. He was so sweet, and we were so innocent, so ignorant. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was the first time I had ever experienced another person touching my body, caressing my skin, desiring each other so fully that we would have done anything to just have each other. In those moments, our concept of the world went no further than each other. We had everything we needed in each other. We thought it would last forever. But that was part of the beauty, part of the appeal, part of the magic of those first times. We were under a spell, cast by a limited understanding of the way love and relationships work.