Alexander Thorsson: Telling the Story. No. 1

[Telling the Story no. 1](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/d39eddb21b1de1c35a/an-elderly-gentleman-and-four-lovers-30-00-mp4)

And the other girls… Of course, I enjoy the memory of their mouths around my erection, with semen dripping from lips.

I enjoy the memory of their aroused vaginal folds, viscous and ready for pleasure. Their orgasms made by my tongue and my fingers. Their orgasms made because I chose to love them. And now and then, a few chose to love me. Love making the sex truly worthwhile. A tender sharing, more than a convenient
satisfying sneeze.

Do our shared orgasms bring us closer to God? Yes. If we let them. If we see our sexual actions as religious rituals, many new experiences become possible. The orgasms no longer the goal, the orgasms the vehicle, the starship launching into spiritual realms, places we have never been before, entire galaxies full of planets, each planet full of lifeforms, ten thousands new joys, these extraterrestrial joys not possible when sexual action is a burp or a sneeze, or anything less than a religious ritual.

Mind Fuck

Three years is a long time to speak to someone on the phone daily and email. He kept mentioning meeting me. I was married and it was more complicated to arrange for a gathering for me than it was for him. Daily he would ask me, begging me to meet him, assuring me nothing sexual would have to happen.

“I need to smell you, feel you, kiss you, and hold you,” he would say.

He didn’t like my real name, he gave me a name. Adonia. I finally agreed to meet him. We were in different states but we could reasonably drive to visit somewhere in the middle within a few hours. We decided to meet at this place called Bootjack Hill.I arrived first. It was a motel of sorts. I waited nervously for him to arrive. Fear coursed through me like an electric wire short
circuiting.

I wanted to stay, I wanted to go. Thousands of ‘what if’s’ plagued my mind.

What if he is a serial killer? What if he never shows? What if I am not as pretty to him in person?

Gimme that Dark Love, Roscoe!!

An acolyte of the Church of Sacred Jizz, Beth Darmstadt has composed a poem of celebration for the author of Roscoe Forthright.

From darkness I bring forth my love.

From darkness I bring forth my vaginal joy.

I bring forth my love and my vaginal joy,

for Master Roscoe Forthright.

My body is fully aroused for the Master.

My mind is fully aroused for the Master.

My spiritual being is fully aroused for the Master.

I offer my vaginal fluid and my orgasms,

and receive generous waves of joy,

and receive generous waves of pleasure.

From Roscoe Forthright I receive joy,

pleasure, practical advice and wisdom.

From darkness I bring forth my love.

From darkness I bring forth my vaginal joy.

I bring forth my love and my vaginal joy,

for Master Roscoe Forthright.

The Master holds my breasts in strong hands,

pulls my nipples erect, and kisses me,

as my vagina tingles slippery wet.

Weed eases the tense fiction of unholy people,

the people who wish to make me a slave.

Marilyn Monroe rides on my shoulder

The Church Wife: Part One [MF] [Straight Sex] [Married Couple] [Creampie] [Cum Dumpster] [Religion] [Church]

*Some of the characters mentioned in this story are from another one of my stories named Sister-in-Law, it would make more sense to read that story first as events that happened in that story also appear in this one. Thank you.*

“You said her name again last night,” I turned and looked at Andy as he packed his things to get ready for work.

“I did not,” Andy replied.

‘Hope, oh Hope, I love those….’ I hit the stop button on the recording on my phone. “It woke me up, you went on for a few minutes on and off.”

“It’s just a fantasy,” Andry said, dropping his things and walking over to me. He kissed me on the forehead and went back to his bag.

“A fantasy involving a real woman, you have actually met,” I added. “At least my fantasy is an actor I never will meet.”

“I don’t know Superman might come down and save you one day,” Andy laughed.

Mutually Masturbating to Save a Long Distance Relationship [FM]

“The girls have been talking.” I told Paul when he came over. It was an out of blue statement. He stared at me.

We were in my apartment. My wife and I had painted to walls crimson, we thought they were cool, but they were ultimately a mistake. We sat on the couch.

“Kim thinks you’re lonely.” Paul’s fiancé was studying in France. She’d been away for six months and would likely be at least a year. Paul nodded.

“Of course I am. I’ll survive.”

“Anne was getting concerned. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Rebecca recently.”

“Hey.” He was indignant. “Nothing is happening with Rebecca, and it’s not really your business.”

I raised my hands disarmingly. “Agreed. Not mine. But Anne and Kim have apparently been talking and Kim asked if Anne could do something about it.”

“Like what? Is this supposed to be an intervention?” He smiled. “I actually think that’s kind of cute. And really sweet. But you guys have literally nothing to be worried about.”

And adventure with double Pen

My boyfriend and I have been together for 15 years now, and so we wanted to spice up our relationship. We’ve done several things just for two and we’ve tried FMF and MFM, but he started saying that he loved to see me having pleasure with double penetration (DP).I had already tried anal with him , and although it’s not what I love most, I was curious what it felt like to be filled that way. So I agreed to try it.We decided to talk to the ‘boy’ with whom we already had some contact for adventures. He accepted without hesitation, on the condition that he would have the opportunity to fuck both my pussy and my ass. Which means I’ll have to take turns between the two rascals.We then invited the ‘boy’ over Friday night after dinner for drinks and dessert. Throughout the day, my boyfriend had already been teasing me and setting me up so I’d be looking forward to it by the end of the day. And since he already knows me well, I had my panties soaked. The ‘boy’ arrived, and saw that I had on a short dress, red garters peeking out, which held on to some stockings of the same colour mesh.We went into the living room, where I set out a tray of drinks for everyone to make themselves more comfortable. After a few drinks, I put on some music and started dancing. I moved my body, and they were both sitting there watching every move.Every now and then I would pull up my dress, and you could see parts of my red lingerie. I noticed that they both already had lumps in their trousers, which indicated that they were hard with pleasure. So I continued my dance show.My boyfriend gets up and walks over to me. He starts dancing close to me, while running his hands along my waist, stomach, legs, arms and breasts. I was getting hotter and hotter and I couldn’t wait to feel them on me. At this he slides my dress off and lets it fall to the floor, leaving me in just lingerie.The “boy” with that sight, unzips his trousers and starts touching himself, without taking his eyes off me. I approach him and remove his trousers and underwear, completely exposing his big, hard cock. I start licking it from the end to the tip, and put it in my mouth. I’m on all fours, with my ass facing my boyfriend, who approaches me, pulls down my panties and I feel his warm hands on my thighs. This sends a shiver through my body.I feel his tongue running over my wet pussy, and he starts licking it with all the pleasure, while his hands grab my ass. And I don’t stop giving the “boy” oral, until he cums in my mouth.There’s someone here who hasn’t been given anything yet, my boyfriend says, and I turn to him. I sit him down on the couch and remove his boxers and trousers as well. And before I start sucking him, the boy lies down under me so that I’m sitting on his mouth.I start licking and sucking my boyfriend, who was so horny, even the head was wet. And the “boy” licks me slowly while he gropes my breasts, runs his finger on my clit, driving me crazy. We continue like this, until my boyfriend and I both cum.We decide to continue the animation in the bedroom. The “boy” removes what’s left of my lingirie, kisses me, passes his hands all over my body, … And my boyfriend joins in, and I feel like all the attention is on me.I lie on the bed with my legs spread, still dripping wet, and ask which of the two is the most disgusting. My boyfriend doesn’t even let me answer, so he comes over to me, grabs my legs and enters me very slowly. I let out a moan at the feel of his hard cock and feel his every move. He speeds up leaving me breathless and between moans, I feel him cum in me.The “boy” approaches me as if to say that it’s his turn. He turns me on all fours and slaps my ass, making me moan again. He comes closer and licks my ass, and I realize that he has already chosen what he wants. Slowly he inserts his cock into my ass. I feel it hot and it starts to move slowly. My boyfriend, runs his hands over me, in my pussy, while the boy speeds up. All you can hear is moans and we saw the two of them together. I feel his cum dripping down my legs.My boyfriend, with a towel wipes me down and kisses me intensely. I am exhausted, but still waiting for the much planned DP.I approach the boy and tell him it’s time to switch. He takes me on his lap, and inserts his cock in my pussy, which is still wet! Slowly, my boyfriend now inserts his cock in my ass and the three of us stay like that for a while. I feel completely filled, desired, hot, … I don’t even know how to describe it.They start to move slowly, and I feel that my whole body is asking to be used. I let out several sighs and moans, while they penetrate me, I feel their kisses, licks, touches, … My boyfriend holds me as he gropes my breasts, and the “boy” has a finger on my clit applying pressure, and they speed up. I feel my whole body shuddering and soon after being filled by both of them.Exhausted, I lie down, still feeling all the pleasure.

I can’t stop touching myself. [F] [masturbation]

It’s been a long day. A workout before work, then a rough day at work, then cooking, cleaning, and laundry. It felt like it might never end, like I’d be stuck in my sweaty, dirty clothes forever. When I finally relax and peel off my clothes, I let out a big sigh. The air against my skin feels heavenly.

As good as it feels to get naked, I know it’s going to feel even better to step under my rain shower head and let it drench me.

I turn the handle and hot water runs over my bare skin, riding my curves all the way down to my feet. My breasts, now wet and slippery, bounce and jiggle with every movement. The water streams over my erect nipples, tickling and teasing them like my lover’s tongue. A tingling spreads between my legs, begging for my attention.

Arousal overwhelms me, and I can’t keep my hands off of myself. I play with my soaked tits and pinch my hard nipples. Leaning against a wall, I spread my legs and enjoy the water pouring on my body. My fingers find my slit, spreading my lips and sliding a finger between them. The water hitting my most sensitive area makes me gasp, aching for more.

The Summoning, pt. 3 [Demon/F][Breed Kink][Size Difference]

This new female smelled _wonderful_. Not the same, “in heat’ scent as the one currently filled with my seed, but more of a lavender fragrance. My desire to taste this one grew ever stronger as I forced her to the couch, my four hands working to restrain and strip her. I noticed a bit of discomfort around my mouth, accompanied by a trickle of drool. The woman screamed into my hand, her eyes bulging at the monstrosity eagerly shredding her once nice dress.

Her breasts swayed as she writhed against me on the couch. Each soft mound was topped by a stiff nipple, surrounded by a wide areola. Her dark hair cascaded over her narrow shoulders, barely standing out against her cocoa skin. The curve of her body sloped inward near her navel, then back out along her wide hips. Faint muscle tone could be seen around her stomach, but my eyes were seeking something further down. I tore her violet panties away, revealing a neatly trimmed pubic mound rising over her delicate folds. Darker lips draped around her inner pink, a hood of flesh draped over her hardening clit. Her body cried out to me for stimulation, even if her still screaming mouth and fearful eyes told a different story.

A Massage Therapist with Benefits – Part 2

Part 2 of this particular story with a part 3 coming later. I was going to do it in 2 parts but felt that part 2 would be two long. This is the 3rd piece of literature I have written in this series. Really would love to hear some feedback and criticisms. I’d also like to hear your favorite part so far.

Story that started the series: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t7jkns/the_best_christmas_gift_ever_a_story_about_a/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Part 1 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tquor3/a_massage_therapist_with_benefits_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

This is a fictional story that is loosely based on a few real life experiences I have had. Enjoy!

…I walk to my car and look at my phone. It’s Susannah. 5 texts and 2 images

“Look what you did to me”
“I’m so wet I wish you could’ve fucked me”
“How long are you going out for tonight”
“You should come over instead of going out, I’ll stay up waiting for you”
“It’ll be worth it ;)”

The first image is a picture looking down into a giant wet stain in her thong. The second image is her lifting up her scrubs and bra hiding her nipples with her arm.

I respond “idk maybe. I haven’t seen these friends in months. Maybe we can hang out after thanksgiving.”

[Fantasy] [F+M] [nc] [orc]

*This story is long, and has a long intro. I’ll label it Ch 1 and put the start of Ch 2 when the sexy stuff starts so you can skip the intro if you would like. Also, the end of the story will be in the comments, as I am over the character max.*

**Chapter 1**

The red sun was just rising over the snow capped mountains so far in the distance they appeared miniscule. The range was miles and miles away across the skull and bone-riddled valley below the cliff where I sat atop my horse. I had seen smoke from fires the night before. It was like the orcs were taunting us.

I hadn’t slept. This would be my first battle against the orcs, but not my first time in war. It is tradition for the high elf royal children to lead the troops to battle, and throughout my 200 years there had been many battles to fight. On many different fronts. My father had always sent my brothers to the front line with the orcs, kept me in the smaller skirmishes against nymphs or lizard folk. Orcish battle was no place for a elven princess, my father said. I never asked him to elaborate. I was not sure I wanted to know.