Category: eroticliterature

“Our waitlist is full, Madam,” the salt-and-pepper haired admissions administrator, John Davidson, Ph.D., said. He said it with a pearly white grin that somehow still reached his wrinkled, grey eyes behind frameless glasses.

He was talking to my mom. She was dressed in a grey business skirt, a white blouse, and black heels. Her blonde hair was in a pixie cut, and faint freckles dotted her nose and cheeks.

I saw Davidson’s eyes flash for a moment as they traced the curve of my mom’s thighs. Already crossed, I watched my mom uncross and then cross her legs uncomfortably, apparently noticing the same glances I had. Then, Davidson stood up slowly and closed the blinds to his office.

“May I ask,” he said, turning around back to us, “have you made any charitable contributions to the Stanford school foundation?” he asked my mom.

“Are you asking-are you bribing me?” my mom replied.

Davidson walked over to my mom and placed a manicured hand on her shoulder. She flinched and pulled back, but Davidson just slid his hand down to her bicep and squeezed before letting go. Read more »

The concert is pounding in your ears. You are in your oversized jacket, covered with patches from heavy metal bands, and your favorite short skirt. The sound of the bass is shaking in your bones. You’ve drifted away from your friends in the darkness and throngs of dancing people, lost in the music and the primal pounding drums.

A hand at your arm. Not an accidental brush, but a firm grip, with purpose. Before you can turn you are pinned against a strong male form, a had over your mouth. You struggle, try to scream, but the firm grip keeps you locked as you are dragged to a dark corner of the venue.

Someone has to notice, you think. Someone will hear the struggle. But the venue is dark, masses of bodies pressing together in a chaotic swirl, and the screams of the vocalist overpower any that escape your muffled lips.

You are slammed roughly against the wall. Lips on your neck, the brush of a strangers teeth on your throat. A hand goes to your waist, drifting down under your skirt, fingers slipping under your panties and feeling your slit. Its only then you realize, with horror, that you are getting wet. Read more »

*Summer*

I had just watched Nadia lean into Gabe and tell him the one thing I didn’t think of doing while being stuck in a Deprivation chamber…..she masturbated.

What?

I didn’t think of it.

How could I?

I thought we were ‘*supposed*’ to **relax** not fucking masturbate.

And it looks like Nadia’s little confession elicited the right response as she was looking for as Gabe’s cock *tented* his towel skirt poking into Nadia’s stomach.

Nadia looked down to see the ‘*Monster*’ poking out as it equally appreciated Nadia’s *Confession* to only look up and smile, “Is that for me?”

I wanted to tell her no but I did kind of promise her that if she could tease me like I teased her then she could have a shot at *our* man.

Of course, before Gabe showed up, Nadia did ask us if she could have a go at Gabe after she did eat me out, which was kind of fantastic if I’m honest with myself.

And I did begrudgingly agree that she did a good job to where she could have a *taste* of what Kelly and I experience on a daily basis. Read more »

The Shower

I was lying there watching your chest rise and fall, slowly, rhythmically, hypnotically. Last thing I remember was collapsing from exhaustion with you in my arms. Just before that I was inside you, both of us covered in sweat. Tired and relieved. Drained but happy. I must have passed out moments after you closed you eyes and fell asleep with a smile.

My skin felt a little sticky from our lovemaking so I slipped out of the covers, trying my best not to wake you up, and I walked to the bathroom. Flipped on the light and glanced up from the sink. In the mirror my chest glistened in the light. I glanced over at the bed again, and you were still there, sleeping. Debating on whether or not I should return to bed and wake you with a kiss, I walked to the shower and turned it on, as hot as I could take, waited until the shower door steamed up and went in. The wave of warmth that washed over me reminded me of your body … yeap … hard again. Read more »

I’m an 18 years old guy that lives in Canada. Physically, I’d say that I’m good looking tall teenager, standing at around 6ft3 and being physically in shape. I’m caucasian and I have some dark brown eyes. My hair is light brown and tends to take a hint of ginger as it’s exposed to the sun through summer. It’s also placed in a middle part. Down there my size is pretty good, being at around 20 cm. Anyway, most guys reading this don’t care about that. Overall, I’d also say that I’m not that hairy overall, just specifically in the crotch and armpits area, but also on my legs. I’m a private school basic white boy if that helps to imagine me! Read more »