I take a moment to appreciate your beautiful form in front of this mirror, and I begin by giving you some soft kisses on your neck, moving my way down to your shoulder and back up your neck. You jump as I move closer to your neck, running my tongue along it. Goosebumps populate your skin as you let out some light breaths and whimpers. I move my hands and place one of then them around your neck, as I use the other one to play with one of your nipples. I gently run my fingers across your nipple, and its still sensitive, so I don’t have to rub much before it begins to get stiffer. I pinch it, and at the same time I squeeze gently with the hand wrapped around your throat. Though stifled, your moans are music to my ears, as I let go of your nipple and throat. I let you catch your breath,, before having some fun with the other nipple, except this time I let you breath as I pinch and pull your other nipple. Your knees almost give out from the pleasure. Seeing how good that made you feel, I decide it is time for two hands. With both hands, I pick up both breasts, looking at them in the mirror. The heft, the feel, and the jiggle were even greater than I thought. I pick them up and let them drop, just to see it, and my dick gets even harder, pressing up against your ass. With each squeeze, pinch, and drop, I can tell you’re getting wet, you even get to the point where you just lay your head back, and just let me have my way with your breasts. I start getting a reaction out of you when I use two hands on one breasts as I squeeze, jiggle, and smack them. I know you weren’t expecting the smacks, “You didn’t think I wouldn’t leave you with a couple marks, did you?” I want to hear the kinds of moans you were making when I wasn’t watching again, as I move one of my hands down between your thighs, and I could tell you wet from more than the shower. “Fuuuuuuuck, you’re way wetter than I thought you’d be!”
Category: eroticliterature
A Friend in Need pt. 1 [MF]
After a long day of work, you decide you need a hot shower. You strip as you make your way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you. As you stand in front of your bathroom mirror, having freed those beautiful breasts, you’re texting me, about how your day has been, and needing to relax. As the shower runs, you text and ask if I’m down to hang at your place later, but before I reply, you get into the shower, missing my reply of “Actually, I am near your place now, I can head over now!” As you let the warm water run over your tired body, you think about how this shower isn’t the only thing you need right now.
He lost the hand, she paid the price. [MMMF, cuckold, oral, anal, forced]
Her husband was a degenerate gambler, who would bring his buddies over to their house for a weekly poker game. More often than not he would lose his shirt. She would peek into the game, and occasional flirt with his poker buddies. She was in her late 20s, raven haired, with a big booty, wide hips, flat belly and perky B cups. She would wear booty shorts in hopes of distracting his friends, leaning over while serving them food and drinks. Occasionally one would pat her butt, and she would grow wet.
That night, he was doing particularly bad. He was losing and losing. He finally had what he thought was a winning hand, but could not meet the call with his chips.
“I have a great hand, but I’m out of cash,” he implored his friends.
“I have an idea,” said John, one of his poker friends. “If I win, I get your big booted wife.” John was a broad shouldered and barrel chested man in his 40s, with huge hands.
The the poker buddies laughed: Sam, who was a young black man, muscular and thin. Slim, red faced and fat.
[mff] The Simplicity of Three: A couple provides a fulfilling outlet for a frustrated woman.
Maybe it was just the night. Maybe it was just the awesome night, filled with sweet breezes and the sound of the ocean. Maybe it was the spirit of escape, something she’d been feeling ever since she winged her way down from sodden London. She kicked one foot in the sand and stood admiring yet another gorgeous tropical sunset. For a brief moment she had a flash of memory of what she was escaping; the jam on the subway, the incessant crowds everywhere, the hecticness and formality. She smiled at a couple who walked past her on their beach. Why had she never been to the Seychelles before? Just the name itself was awesome.
Just the day before yesterday, she’d been her usual harried self, working her ass off at her graduate degree, trying to bring some conclusion to the long years of hard work. She’d felt frustrated, running uphill, not making any ground. So when the phone rang, she’d answered it gladly, a distraction. But it had been much more than that– her old friend Jack, with an invitation.
“Astrid, how are you?”
“God, Jack, is that you? How long has it been? More than a year?”
Genetic selection
Have societal norms weakened the human races gene pool? The following opinions are to merely challenge thoughts we’ve been taught socially from birth. Society guidelines teach us that partnering for social reasons i.e. companionship comes first. We are even put under pressure that it is beneficial to seek companionship from one individual.
Sexual pleasure from that person is seen as a valuable commodity and shared exclusively with each other. Then to take it a step further we enter a public social contract, marriage. This is all done for the purposes of companionship, entertainment, social status and oh of course reproduction. This is where I start to call in to question the flaws in putting companionship at the top of coupling priorities. As a society we struggle with diseases , obesity, allergies, mental dysfunctions and deformities . Should we be entrusting our genetics to social selection the coupling of people on baseless emotions. So now let’s talk about the other side . Nature , nature is fascinating and powerful we have opinions about it but it’s really a force outside of our control! It decides life and death and all things in between. In the wild we see nature control population with factors such as we previously discussed disease and defects..and so on. We have coined a term for this natural weeding as survival of the fittest. But natural selection goes deeper than that doesn’t it? The human body is absolutely amazing in what it can achieve. I’m not speaking from the angle of cognitive abilities. Rather speaking about its natural instinctual and autonomous abilities. Like the unseen ability for our ears to momentarily deaden a noise that may be damaging to us. Reflexes that may allow us escape from injury. Subconscious reaction to stimuli that ultimately protect us. There a billions of processes at work that go unnoticed. Some of which are directly related to something socially we ignore. Natural selection through primal instinctual breeding. Did you know that during ovulation a woman’s desire and presences for a sexual partner can change? Is this because instinctively her body knows how to genetically select a suitable breeder, I think so . It’s been suggested that unconsciously a man can detect ovulation. Another clue that nature has built in triggers for breeding other that just sexual pleasures. I could go on and on about how the body can manipulate and engineer genetics . The point is I think that as a society we need to think about reconnecting with nature on an instinctual level.
Seeking help for writing/dialogue on a Futa on Male VN/Game
I’m currently making a VN/Game with a futa protagonist
Themes include:
FUTA on male
Feminization
Crossdressing
Femboys
Fantasy creatures (elves, dwarfs, orcs ect…(
Doing okay with the 3d models/character design and inputting it into a game engine but I’m not great at fleshing out a story or writing dialogue, was wondering if anyone here would be interested in getting involved?
Mom Took Over [M/F]
I admit it. I always struggled to find a girlfriend. Damn it, I even struggled to get laid. Moron me just fucked things up. All the time. I never got any clues. I really struggled to keep an ordinary conversation up and running. Talking with girls, or women, was a next to impossible thing to do for me. When I was around 21, I had enough of my misery. And enough of being a virgin: I went to a prostitute for the first time. I fucked for the first time. And it worked. So I finally found a way to relieve my sexual urges.
But I was living in a small town. No, not at home anymore, I had my own place, but I still was living in my hometown where everyone knew everyone. So it didn’t took long until people began to talk. They gossiped behind my back about me frequently visiting sex workers. I knew about it, but I just didn’t care about. I just don’t gave a fuck about them talking. Until the day my own mom approached me and wanted to ask me about what I was doing.
The Massage [MF]
It was a beautiful Saturday at 2pm and Hannah had arrived at the Spa. James was always good at buying gifts but he had outdone himself this time. A spa day, three course meal and a night in a beautiful modern hotel. A night away from the kids, to focus on herself. She was excited to say the least.
Hannah stepped up to the desk and booked herself in with the extremely bubbly receptionist, who handed Hannah her keycard for the stay. “Your Room is 610, on the top floor Mrs Hall” the Receptionist, Melissa giggled. “You are welcome to use all the spa facilities during your stay, and your massage is booked for 4pm with dinner at 7.30.” Hannah smiled, realising she was staring at the attractive Melissa. “Thank you”, she said and made her way to the lift with her small black flight bag.
After arriving on the top floor and locating Room 610, Hannah opened the door and found herself in a very striking and modern room. Silvers and greys adorned the walls and carpet, and the beautiful, crisp, white sheets looked cosy and welcoming. There was a card on the bed. “Hope you have an amazing stay baby. Enjoy yourself. Love James x”
the making of a new world
hello,
recently i have been looking to build a new world and RP/ERP in it.
im looking for creative people with a good vibe, that want to bring their imagination into our shared world.
a few important notes:
i dont want to be “in charge” of the project. we will work as a team and vote.
the world is most likely going to be a mix of high and hard fantasy, but im not sure yet.
a goal i have in mind is to start a CYOA online and have many people write chapters that take place in our world!
its ok to write a lot of jokes and funny stuff, but not as the main objective.
i have written a few pages and drew the attatched map. this map could be of the first explored continent in the world.
write to me and lets get to work!
The Blowjob Girl [MF]
Yes, she always is there. 21 year old Jenny. Every weekend. On her place. In our local village bar. More or less from Friday to Sunday straight. Yes, we all love her. And she loves us. Or better said our rock hard dicks. You just have to go over to her, buy her her favorite drink and then she leaves with you. Through the backdoor. To the place behind the dumpster we all know, we all love. And there she gives you the best blow job you ever get. Yes, we all love Jenny. Well, except our wives and girlfriends. They can’t stand her. They are nothing but jealous. Because all their men do, is talking about how good she is at sucking dicks.
*Thanks for reading my very short short story.*