I’m looking for a story that sort of has a Batman and Catwoman like relationship. Something like a knight falling for the Sorceress or a male police officer falling for a female thief. You know the good guy falling for the cynical but good-hearted villainess. If anyone seen Stargate then kind of like Daniel Jackson and vala’s relationship I guess. Could either be an actual book or something from Literotica. And if this isn’t the right sub then let me know.
Category: eroticliterature
[inc][B/S] A Small Appartment
**Chapter 1**
Their parents had died in an accident shortly before her coming-of-age ceremony. As such, they had fallen under the care of their uncle, who apparently had far greater things to worry about.
He’d rented an apartment, and told them not to bother him. Every month a reasonable sum was dropped into their bank account, and with that they were able to suffice.
All the paperwork was always done in double quick time, so they never had a reason to contact him. In fact, he’d never even asked why she was a few years behind in school, silently paying all the tuition bills he received.
The apartment itself was too small, having only one bedroom. They’d both been too scared to ask their uncle for something more suitable though, so despite being brother and sister, they’d ended up sharing a bedroom.
Living like that made it difficult to respect each other’s privacy. In the beginning they’d made it work, but it was impossible to keep up, especially when they had to share the bed too.
She couldn’t remember when she’d started noticing her brother’s body. He was attractive enough, and with the circumstances, she’d gotten plenty of glimpses of his abs and thighs.
[mfff] slumber party gone wild
It was a Friday night, and my twin sister was having a “slumber party”. I don’t know of any 17/18 year olds who call it that, but whatever. Senioritis was kicking in, and I was ready to leave this hellhole called high school. I laid on my bed, listening to music in my room as my sister and her friends chilled in the basement. I was ready for a relaxed evening by myself when my sister barged in.
“Hey prune,” she said distastefully.
“Hey slut,” I retorted, putting my ear buds back in.
“Hold up, I need your help with something. Fucking TV broke.” she said. I sighed.
“Fine, but I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to fix it,” I said as I followed her to the basement.
“Hi Ben,” said her two friends. Holly and Josephine were my sister’s best friends. I didn’t know them well, since I went to a sports school. I walked over to the Tv and noticed the plug laying 2 feet away from the socket.
Love and Lust : A short
Lust and Passion : A short
PROLOGUE
Maybe it was the right decision. Maybe we were never fated to meet that day. Maybe she enjoyed it. Although it hurt like hell, it made forgetting the feelings and adrenalin impossible – to this day. I still see her sometimes, on the pavement, on the weekends, in our school. Yet, we both know – fate had made a twisted decision, to make us meet that day.
Chapter 1
Thunder crackled from the outside, followed by the swift movement of raindrops, stirring the class, who were mostly half-asleep, including myself. As a teen with raging hormones, the only way to pass the time was to think of doing it, with the girl that I had admired since I entered this class, Sarutori Maeda. Her hips, her lips, her everything. It all captivated me. To add to that, her beautiful and passionate character complemented my love for her, leading to myself constantly thinking and fantasizing about her.
The Element of Surprise – Pt.1 [MF] [Oral]
As she was following him up the steps she unbuttoned another button on her shirt and adjusted herself in her bra, incidentally increasing her heart rate. *The thrill… I love it.* He fumbled with the lock when they reached the door for a moment and opened his door for her to walk through ahead of him. He noticed instantly that there was quite a bit more cleavage than there was when they met up. She was looking at his face from the corner of her eye with a smirk on her lips. Just as she passed him he noticed that he had been caught. He offered no apology this time for his morally deficit focus. *Was it three or four times he’s looked?* Now she we provoking him. She walked over to the couch as he closed the door and adjusted the lighting–just a little bit darker than was conducive for study. She shrugged her backpack onto the couch but remained standing, her mind distracted with fantasies of surprising him. *Let’s do it…*
He was talking to her about some of the restaurants around town that he liked, all the while hanging up his backpack, keys, sweatshirt. He rambled on as he went around the corner to the kitchen to grab a snack for the both of them, “Do you want a beer or a water? Anything?” She was silent. She was still in the living room, but she didn’t answer or follow him because she had something different in mind for their evening. In a self-induced trance, she took her shirt and pants off–socks too. She walked over to the kitchen in her underwear and stood in the entry between the kitchen and living room.
They hadn’t been intimate yet as they had only recently began ‘dating’. They had been friends for a while and acquaintances for longer. She knew he was very attracted to her. That’s because she was sexy as fuck, but put on a good show of being obscenely “cute” instead. She wanted to have the element of surprise in such cases as these… that was kind of her thing. Surprise. *Genuine mind blowing surprise.*
He still hadn’t turned around yet. He was crouching now, with his back to her, moving containers and bottles to get at whatever the hell it was he was looking for in the fridge. She unhooked and shrugged out of her bra. She had an incredibly plump, healthy set of boobs that she did a good job of drawing little attention to in her typical wardrobe choices. She took a few steps to the center of the kitchen and quietly sank to her knees. She had a striking hourglass figure and slender soft definition in her abs. She was in a completely different mental state than him… *obviously.*
“You would never think that cauliflower could taste so good, but I guess that’s one thing that Indians do exceptionally well is the whole vegetarian thing. Seriously though, I have sandwiches and some left-over Chinese food if you want. Do you want your normal beer, the IPA?” He stood now and turned around. The sandwich and bottle of orange juice hit the ground at the same time as his breath left him.
Submissive in pose, proud in spirit, incredible primal erotic lust struck him without mercy at the sight of her. Clearly shadow and light were created for this moment. The female form was never known to him prior to now, not like this. Soft pastel lips pouting yet wry with delight at his paralysis. She held her fuckable full breasts high, crescent shadows clung to the left while soft light danced opposite at their bulging form where they exploded high out of her chest. The way her two naked breasts gently kissed each other, curving and sloping convex against her bare chest aroused him instantly, incredibly. Supple sideboob hid the frame of her torso only for it to reappear beneath them like parenthesis opposed one another. Her athleticism provided a muscular abdomen front and center, its geographical center her skinny oval bellybutton. Goodnight Athens Greece those thighs were carved by Michelangelo himself! The way her hot pink lace panties swung and dove down around her hips traced the flight path of his starving gaze. All of this in an instant unprepared was enough to kill a 40 year old man on the spot.
She stared into his eyes. Through them. She was looking into his soul. She was writhing her torso and grabbing her breasts, gently squeezing. “Holy shit babe” Was all he said. The fridge slowly closed on its own. Her hands ran down the tops of her thighs and back up again, up her abdomen, to her breasts. She licked her lips, never breaking eye contact.
His shock still hadn’t subsided, so she beckoned him to come closer with her index finger.
He took one step, unsure of what she wanted him to do. He was usually a bit awkward and nervous in situations when sex was on his mind. He didn’t know how obvious it was to her when he was horny. “What’s happening?” He said.
“Closer” She whispered.
He was now standing a foot in front of her fully clothed. She, almost completely naked and on her knees, looking up at him with focused eyes. Never before had he seen a more thrilling combination of innocence and carnal passion on someone’s face.
He was already fully erect and bulging impressively behind his jeans. He watched as she brought her eyes down to gaze upon his manhood. He could feel her stare on his package. He tingled and swelled at her influence. She reached her hands up and grappled her fingers over the top of his belt. She used her hands and pulled her body up and pressed her breasts into his waist and slid them down over his bulging package.
He worked up the courage now to run his fingers through her hair on either side of her head just as her knees met the ground again. She pulled herself up again, now to kiss his lips as her head was being held between his hands. Her breasts once again pressing into him, brushing over his bulge as she sank away from their kiss and her knees back to the ground.
She had felt him, now she wanted to see him. Her hands worked the belt apart. Her left hand held the wasteline of his jeans as her right hand tugged the button hole away from its brass knob. Her right hand slid down and felt his length over top his jeans as her left hand slowly unzipped his fly. Both hands moved up, latching over the waste of both jeans as well as boxers and pulled. She moved her grip sideways around his waste as she pulled down to release his clothing from the form of his torso. Then it began to appear in front of her, she slowed down to drag out the moment. She had revealed four full inches, but there was still more. She looked up at him with her jaw slightly dropped in surprise, then back down. She continued pulling and pulling until finally he sprang upward, free from the prison of his pants. He was eight and a half inches long. *This is going to be good…*
She lowered his pants far enough that he could step out of them. In the process he lost one sock, and so she helped out and removed the other. While she removed the sock he rolled his shirt up and off of his muscular body. She caressed her hands flat on the front of his thighs up and up, slowly to his pelvis. With her left hand she slowly and softly scooped underneath his sack to hold and caress his balls. At the same time with her right hand she slowly moved her hand from flat against the front of his pelvis meeting the base of his shaft with the flesh between thumb and index finger, and wrapping each digit around him one after another as her hand slid out over his shaft. Slowly she stroked him with her right hand, cupping and caressing his balls with her left. Slowly she pulled her hand all the way out over the shaft of his long penis as it pointed directly at her wet, waiting lips. She looked at his dick as she stroked him all the way back and all the way forth, licking her plump juicy lips readying them for their soon coming union.
She began to breath heavier and he groaning in pleasure. She was entranced by him. Hypnotized by the throbbing high tower of his pleasure before her lips. She hardly noticed that she was slowly moving her mouth closer and closer as she worked her small hands in a symphony of coordinated movements along his length, round and round the low hanging fruit that would soon spill their contents onto her body; onto her thirsty tongue. With her left hand still cupping his balls and her right gripping him at the very base, she stopped all motion so that they could both focus their attention on what would come next.
He swung gently in front of her from the jolting of each heart beat reverberating through his huge cock. The anticipation was killing him. His body gave an involuntary spasm and every muscle in his dick locked for a moment. The head of his penis swelled as she watched him a mere centimeter from her lips. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and fell through the air landing on the rolling outward curve of her right breast.
“Ahhh” she whispered in carnal delight. “An appetizer of what’s to come?” She took her finger and gathered it, bringing it to her mouth. She sucked the droplet of pre-cum off of her finger. Her eyes closed gently like you might after tasting real lemon parfait for the first time. She lost herself in his taste and slipped her lips down over the rest of her finger, out and in again.
She grasped the base of his dick again and brought her head low underneath him. She angled him upward and met the very beginning of his dick with her warm slippery tongue. She splayed her tongue wide underneath him and let it travel up, up, up. Her loving tongue slipped over the soft taut skin of his penis, twisting veins, her tongue curled around him as it caressed every inch, over the cleft ridge that was the bottom of his head. There she ran the tip of her tongue up the cleft to his urethra gathering more of that delicious pre-cum.
“I can’t wait for you to come for me baby. I want it everywhere.”
“Oh, fuck yes babe”
Finally her wet lips opened for him…
The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)
Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!
“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.
She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.
“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”
Mrs. Jones. The godess who lived opposite
She’s at it again…
Mrs. Jones had lived opposite me for over 10 years. Ever since I was 13 I’ve spied on her dripping hot body. E cup busom, long golden locks of hair. Curvy frame. Slightly tanned. Huge pink nipples. She’s about 35 now but still a godess to me.
Everything I’ve always desired.
Surely she knows I watch her at night. Her and her husband argue a lot. He works away. She plays away occasionally. Mostly young men looking for a quick lay. I rarely see the same guy more than 2-3 times.
Tonight she’s alone. Husbands away. Shes on her bed again. My night vision goggles came a week ago and have vastly improved what I see.
Shes on her back rubbing her clit gently. White stockings. Bras on the floor. Nipples look like they’re ready to fly off.
I can’t take my eyes off the way she spreads and plays. Over and over. It’s hypnotic.
How do I, at 23 get this woman (and she’s all that) to notice me without me seeming creepy? Maybe she enjoys being watched. She seems to leave the curtains open for a reason…
Sweet Girlfriend becomes Cruise Ship Slut
I still remember that first time I caught her smiling. Effervescent and pure, sitting on the clothed seat at the terminal. Her slim body in a tight blue tank and khaki shorts, she turned to me while I was talking to my friend trying to spot any other students heading to Italy to study abroad, “So you’re on this trip too? I’m Ariel.” Her bright blue eyes locking with mine as I returned the smile and introduced myself. Her sweet voice tickled something inside me, immediately putting me under her spell.
I was powerless to resist, even as I met beautiful curvy Maria and later the sexy Francesca with her flowery tongue with words that made me blush. Still it was Ariel I pursued. At first willing and heated with desire, but always pulling away before we could reach any satisfaction. Passionate kisses on balconies overlooking the Mediterranean, holding her dancer’s body to mine as the repressive heat of the day cooled slightly but not enough to cool my blood.
Relentless, the harder I pursued the more she proved capable of resisting. Like none I’d encountered before. Pulling up just as my need would throb, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Fair skinned cheeks pink, nipples of her pert if small tits showing through her tight fitting tanks the caress of the salty evening breeze across our skin – yet even then she would find some way to disengage.
Erotic Writers/Sex Bloggers Conference UK
Just thought some of you here might be interested in this Erotic Writers Conference that is taking place in May in Bath (UK) this year. It is a very well respected conference with a host of really excellent speakers from the Erotic Writing and Sex Blogging community
Milf math class [mf] [light bdsm] [fdom]
The clock read half past two, as Derrick slumped into his desk. 20 minutes was all that separated him from a weekend of freedom. He looked up to see Ms Hammond, his AP calculus teacher, write down Smartboard notes for the class. He squinted at the title. “Antidifferentiation”, it said. Fuck that, thought Derrick. He barely knew how differentiation worked. He put his head back down in defeat. It didn’t matter much to him, as he already received his college acceptance letter. Just 3 months longer and he’d be free from this hell hole they called high school.
Ms Hammond scanned her eyes across the room. Everyone was paying close attention to her as she subtly swayed her sultry hips. She knew exactly how to keep her students awake. Whether or not it was math that kept them awake or her toned body, she didn’t know. Not that it mattered a whole lot to her. As long as the material was taught and the class did well on the ap exam, she was a happy camper.