Category: eroticliterature

[Request] Looking for a particular sex story between two lifelong college age friends. More details in the comment section.

The story is from the point of view of a male. He has two friends that come back from college (I think). A guy and a girl and they decide to sneak into their neighbors pool. They dare each other to undress which they do. The neighbors then come home and the main characters buddy is able to book it out of there, while the main character and the girl are stuck hiding in a small shed. They spy on the neighbors as the neighbors start having sex in the pool. The main character and the girl become aroused and as a result of their cramped, sweaty situation, they “accidentally” have sex.

The story and the relationship then develop from there.

I’m going to cuff you and fuck you so hard.

“I’m so excited for cuffing you and fucking you hard.”

I cuff your hands and tie them to the bed post so you can’t move, first I tease your cock with my mouth, get close and lick you, just the tip, I flick my tongue over, just tasting you, then suck just a little.

Then I move to your thighs, gently kissing, sucking, licking and nipping them as I move my way up you, licking the sharp line of your hip bone.

I make sure to focus extra time on your hard nipples, listen to you gasp as I nibble them and moan as I lick them. After that, I work my way up to your tough shoulders, nipping and kissing, making sure to give you little love bites as I rub your cock in my hand.

Then your lips, I move slowly towards them, skimming over teasingly to your other shoulder, trailing kisses back your face, I lick your lower lip, get close and kiss you deeply, plunging my tongue in and enjoying your taste, with a little bite on the lip and a light kiss, I move on. Read more »

Conference Call [Mf] bdsm elements

The conference room is not a large one. Solid walls and a table that can comfortably, barely, fit eight.

She enters. Her legs sliding under her red skirt. She tries not to think about the nude feeling.

She sits primly, crossing her legs, trying not to think of how exposed she feels. Even with the table to hide under, what if someone saw? Saw that she exposed. That she had no panties on.

She had worn panties of course. She was not some slut. Her eyes flicked to her wedding ring. She was not that kind of slut at least. She had dressed that morning, in front of her husband, and she had picked out pretty lacy red underwear to match the skirt. She had hoped that he, not the right he, would see and think them pretty. Think her sexy.

He had too. The first thing that morning. He had called her into his office. His voice on her line, “Please come into my office Mrs. B.” He had her lift her skirt. She had done so, blushing, not looking up, not looking him in the face, feeling his eyes on her. She heard his breath catch with lust and could have exploded. He did think her sexy. Maybe today would be the day. Maybe, just maybe, today he would fuck her. Read more »