Category: eroticliterature

Darline grew into her petite little body earlier than most, filling out a striking figure in a small package. A pretty girl with seductive curves and an untainted mind. The body of a temptress with the innocence of a girl that still thought boys had cooties, and bad guys always got what they deserved.

A girl with a smile as perky as her chest living in a bubble of innocence untouched by the real world.

But she was starting college now, and sooner or later that bubble would pop. And the first time Nate laid eyes her he knew he wanted to be the one to pop it.

From the first day he saw her in Biology 101, Nate wanted Darline. Nate wanted to feel every inch of that mouthwatering body. To be the first to smack that tight little ass. The first fondle her perky breasts. The first to feel and finger her wet pussy. The first to put his cock inside her. The first to feel her tight little pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. The first to bust a huge load of cum inside her. Read more »

It had been a hot and humid May and my gym buddy Autumn and I started taking walks in the large regional park at dusk to break up our time in the gym. To refresh your memory, we are friends with benefits, both having ridiculously high sex drives. She’s in her late 20s, blonde, D cup with a flat belly and an ass earned in the gym. I’m late 40s, with strong legs and a dad bod. She’s in love with my thick cock and I’m in love with her ridiculously snug and wet pussy.

For as hot and sexual she is, outside the gym she dressed quite conservatively. She usually wore pants and long sleeved shirts. I had started encouraging her to show off some of the gym gains and some of her lovely smooth, pale skin. She had sent me some hot pictures from the dressing room earlier today, so I was already curious to see what she would be wearing for our walk.

She showed up in a flimsy, white sundress with spaghetti straps and deep cleavage. Her delicious breasts threatened to spill out the front with every step she took. The dress was ridiculously short as well, ending maybe an inch below the bottom of her perky butt. She wore white low top Cons and no socks. Read more »

If I told you jacking my cock while thinking about my four lovers, in great detail, remembering specific shared pleasure, or watching high resolution videos of our shared pleasure, and holding myself fully erect on the cusp of orgasm, to let small creamy drops of semen ooze from my small orifice, holding myself aroused, stroking quickly, stroking slowly, whatever works best to sustain my full, delirious erection… If I told you, and added this joy is equivalent to, and no different from, as valid as, as sacred as, and provably effective as meditations leading to higher awareness, and ultimately to moksha, the release of earthly suffering and union with the Godhead, immersion in the Oneness, direct contact with Almighty God, called Jehovah, Allah, or any other name one chooses… If told all this, and you had the presence of mind to take me seriously, and seriously consider the possibility your own sexual arousal,
even when alone, even when your girls or boys are all elsewhere doing entirely non-sexual things, as you lay on your bed in sunlight on a Sunday afternoon thinking warmly of each one, reciting their names like sacred prayers, as if they were Saints or Archangels sent directly from God into your life and into your bed, spreading their thighs so you might lick their vaginal folds, or opening their mouths to receive soft flesh, whereupon they might suckle the flesh full, whereupon your own cock might burst joyous offerings of semen into their mouths, each woman or man swallowing your semen, whereupon and therefore your love and sexual desire as tangible as a bowling ball, smooth, shiny, consummated and satisfied… If I told all this, and added, I was certain my consciousness merged with my naked girls’ consciousness, and further, certain my one human mind merged with the consciousness of the Universe, the All-Encompassing Oneness, as sacred as any event mentioned in the Bible, the Torah, the Koran, the scrolls of Buddhism and Hinduism, and the most cherished writings of all other faiths…. If I concluded my observations of absolute faith in the moments of orgasm were as sacred as any words of Jesus, the Buddha, Mohammed or Lao Tze… Few people would believe me. Few 21st Century minds are free from the dogma cults of technology, and the tattered former dogma cults of this and that previous cultural heritage, to accept my words and my beliefs as accurate descriptions of observable reality. As mentioned above, assimilated reality is not the only reality. Read more »