Category: eroticliterature

Visiting your favorite webcam model for the first time [MF]

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Context: I was talking about fantasies with a webcam model that works on MFC. This story is the outcome of that conversation, blending both our fantasies. I do not write prose often, but I was really inspired this time! I hope you enjoy!
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She lay in bed, eyes closed and relaxed. It has been a long day for Ashley, and she’s been waiting to crawl into bed. A light moan escapes her lips as her slim body melts into the soft white sheets, her bare skin caressed as if she were on a cloud. Her large perfect breasts sway from side to side as she rolls, finding the perfect position.

All Ashley wears is a tiny pink thong. As she wiggles in bed, the thong pulls tight, slipping to the left and putting pressure on the soft mound of pink flesh between her legs. She giggles as it tickles her, sending a light tingle up her spine. Read more »

Angus found me a date at a cocktail party Part 2

The Portobello was a charming Notting Hill hotel with charming interiors and an accurate Victorian style. Many of the ‘rich and famous’ spent time there thus the staff know to turn a blind eye to the comings and goings of their guests, as well who their guests come and go with. Plus, since some winning Univision band stayed there, all the rooms now had sound reduction equipment. I could make this woman squeal at the top of her lungs and even the pigeons on the window sill wouldn’t hear her.

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For His Pleasure [MFF][oral][rim job][pros.]

The two women stood in the backyard of a mansion in the Hollywood Hills admiring the night time view of L.A. lights as they waited to be summoned. Leilani sipped champagne from a fluted glass. She was a really pretty girl with big brown eyes, long straight black hair and big fake boobs pressed against her tiny frame in her tight hot pink bandage dress. Jenna was the other escort; a long legged woman in her twenties with long dark honey blonde hair and a model’s angular face. Out of the string of women, paid and unpaid, who paraded in and out of the house during the past week of parties, they were the only party girls left as they were the sheik’s favorite.

The two women turned at the sound of approaching leather soled shoes echoing across the concrete path from the pool. Omar, the sheik’s thin, dark personal assistant dressed in his impeccable suit made his way towards them.

He said, “Misses, his excellency requests your company.” Read more »