collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Love writing erotic poetry amd exploring my own fantasies as well as others.
Do you have a fantasy or desire you would like to see in a poem?
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Very open minded and hoping to hear someone your fantasies.
My _entertainment_ for the night comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily with his still half erect cock lodged in my throat. I’m laying on the bed, saliva and other fluids from the rough face fucking spilling from my open mouth, dripping up my inverted head and dampening my hair. My back is pressed into the mattress, his hands firmly pushing me down throughout his climax, squeezing at my exposed breasts. One of my legs arches up, foot buried in a tangle of blankets, the other spreads across the bed dangling off the other side. The panties still covering my aching pussy are soaked, one of my hands beneath the silk material, two fingers buried inside the warmth. My other hand hangs loosely at the huffing man’s side, not really reaching out for anything in particular.
He releases a breast from his strong grip and traces his fingers through the fleshy trenches of my abs. His fingers circles my pierced navel, then scratches roughly up my naked midriff as he pulls his spent cock from its sloppy enclosure. With a pinch to my nipple he allows my other breast to roll free, red pressure marks from his hands visible on both of them. My head hangs from the side of the bed, completely limp as a mixture of semen and spittle drains from my open mouth. Wide open eyes stare blankly ahead, the inner light they once held fading away.
Too long, might read? How about a teaser?
A young couple is faced with a nearly impossible task, do not fuck the expert seductress! To receive the home of their dreams, Nick and Penny have to live with a succubus for one week and not have sex with it. With their eternal freedom at stake, the gamble could not be more risky. But what’s life without a little(a whole lot) of risk?
How to Cuck-a-Succ Day 0
Dealing with a Devil
Nick and Penny set out for a local flea market on a beautiful Sunday morning. They were in high spirits, the weather was beginning to warm up and their day was clear of all responsibilities. They were both dressed casually, blue jeans and t-shirts with sunglasses over their eyes and cups of steaming coffee in the cupholders. The day was starting out perfect and could only get better.
Feeling good with her curly brown hair wiping in the air, Penny reached over and put her hand on Nick’s lap. She squeezed and felt him respond instantly. One of the things she loved about her husband was his ability to get hard and stay hard. Even after an orgasm, he could stay hard enough to keep going until all participants were satisfied.
Been enjoying writing erotica, still new though so I hope you like it. Really hope I’m using the right tags..
My mother is a very attractive well put together woman (43 years old), with dark sensual eyes, small lips and thick black hair. She’s 5ft 6’’ tall and had big perky breasts and a voluptuous ass to die for. She’s also a successful lawyer. My father is a successful man, but he goes out to sea for 6 months as a Captain. So it was just me and her in our big house. She has never cheated on him because she’s a proud loyal woman of conservative ideals.
It started when I heard my friends talking about my mom after seeing her at a school event.
‘’God, look at that milf. Bitch looks so hot in that black dress. Damn, that ass! I wish I could hit that’’. I looked over at who they were pointing to, and it was my mom. I admit it pissed me off. But I didn’t want to make a scene. To be honest I was very surprised that I’ve never seen my mother in that light. After that, I couldn’t take my eyes off her throughout the event as more guys talked about her.
Sharing a little on my ex’s kinks of showing me off with the blindfolds!!
My ex loved to push my limits, and another way of doing that was with a blindfold. Step 1 – He started easy, by extending his favorite game of putting things in me, but this time blindfolded. I’d have to guess what he was using as a makeshift dildo. It was exciting and ratcheted up the thrill with the unknown, by taking away one of my senses.
Step two was a little more enticing. He got me used to navigating while wearing a blindfold around his apartment as foreplay. He would put the blindfold on in his bedroom, strip me naked and see if I could find him while he used a clicker to signal his location. The kicker? Each time he clicked I would have to masturbate for thirty seconds. That thirty second head start made the game SO much more fun. By the time I found him I was REALLY READY for action!!
I am here. I am yours. We both have known, it’s been no secret, and yet, somehow mutual understanding isn’t enough for you. So, I am here, compliant and composed, adorned on one of your favorite toys. I’m sitting, my back stretched in a lean. My arms, fettered out to my sides horizontally as shoulder blades rest against the warming leather pad and my head resting just above them. The stark opposite, cold, unforgiving straps secure me in place, binding me to you. My soul is naked as my breasts rise and fall with every breath. My upper body is fully exposed to you, at your disposal no matter how soft or hard your desire. No matter how light or dark your needs.
*Thanks for taking a peek :) Hope you enjoy!*
**The Goddess and the Grasshopper: Chapter 4- Here goes.**
She looks similar to her pictures; her hair’s a bit shorter. Her eyes are more electric. I motion that I’ll make my way over.
Holy fuck, what the heck am I doing? It’s legit been over 15 years since I faced another human in this way. I want to vomit. I want to hide. Would she see me if I ducked out? I could pull it off. What if she’s disappointed? What if I make it around to her side of the bar and she’s not there? What if she’s dipped?
She didn’t. She’s right there. Breathe in…. And out. Thank goodness she’s still smiling. Here goes.
“Hey there,” she says, buoyantly, as she pushes a pint in my direction. “Your smile is brighter than your pictures give you credit for.”
“The same could be said for your eyes.” I lift my glass and smile “Thanks! And cheers…”
“To us”- we say. Our eyes locked, as we press our drinks to our lips.
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So I’ve never done anything like this before but I decided I’d write a little about my wife and I. This is a little bit of fiction and a lot of fact. Let me know your thoughts.
This will be background. Part 2 will be written more story style. I’m not a writer but I love books and I’d love constructive criticism.
I love my wife. She’s the perfect woman for me. 34 years old, blond hair, green eyes, 5’4” and weighing 118lbs since the day I met her in college 15 years ago. She has small breasts (which I’ve learned to love) and perfect abs and rear end. She is perfection to me even after multiple children.
Im not a small man at 6’2” and weighing 275lbs. I need to lose weight but I can out work the average man and though I don’t work out or exercise, I’m fairly muscular. I’m a type A person. I own multiple small businesses and have never had a job where I wasn’t in charge. I make the rules. I make the decisions. It’s who I am and always have been.