A Pedicure For Hannah

Last weekend, my neighbor Hannah and I were hanging out on a warm afternoon, watching college basketball and drinking beer while she painted her nails. She lamented that sandals and bikini season was coming and she would like to do her toes, but she was not good at it, and did not want to spend the money for a pedicure. I laughed and told her my ex-wife felt the same way, and somehow she always talked me into doing it for her.

As you might imagine, Hannah’s pleading eyes and bright smile worked, and before I knew it she had spacers between her toes and was handing me a jar of nail polish.

Since it was hot, we were both wearing shorts; I had on a t-shirt, and she had on a tank top that displayed her perky breasts perfectly. Her shorts were loose-fitting running shorts, and as I started to paint the first toe, she shifted a bit, and unless my eyes played a trick on me, she was not wearing any undies. I took a minute to clear my head and focus on the task at hand, and it happened again. I could not believe it, but sure enough, she was flashing me, and I was getting flustered, because Hannah had the gymnast body of her youth, olive colored skin, warm brown eyes, and smile that can melt your heart.

Wake-Up Call [F/m]

[Sleep Play] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

The sound of birds outside the window eased him into consciousness. It was rare that he was allowed to spend the night, and he knew he’d have to leave soon. But the soft breathing next to him convinced him to stay right where he was, enveloped in the cocoon of sheets and blankets that made up his mistress’ bed.

She was sleeping on her side, with her back to him. Too tired to think, he rolled to face her. He inched closer, until his chest met her back, and he could feel the contour of her body against his own. The earthy, spiced scent of her perfume wafted its way into his senses, and he sank into the comfort of his mistress’ aura. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She was a tiny woman; who knew she could hold so much strength?

My Son’s Not Home.

Not home.

It wasn’t until the doorbell rang a second time that it actually registered with Mia. She had been playing Dark Souls for two hours now, slowly creeping her way through No-Man’s Wharf. She found a safe corner of the level and put the controller down, praying that nothing would sneak up and kill her.

Mia rushed to the door and threw it open, finding Dale, her son’s friend, standing on the other side.

“Dale, how are you?” She asked, looking back to the television to make sure she was still alive.

“Good, is Grant home?” Dale asked.

“No, he was held back at work, he won’t be too long.” Mia said, turning back to him.

Mia’s stomach fluttered with excitement when she saw Dale staring directly at her chest, in her distracted state, she had forgotten what she was wearing. Whenever it was this humid, she would walk around the house in a sheer white top and her panties. There was no point overheating when it was just her home most of the time. [https://i.imgur.com/gxaaLGd.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/gxaaLGd.jpg)

You (F) was trained on how to be a good girl by a random (M)ale. Please leave me comments of how I can be better and grow or how you like it

You awake to being tied to a broken bed with a 6ft 2 muscular white guy with a 11 in cock dangling between his legs.” Hello it’s good to see you are awake” he says with a deep commanding voice. “W-where am I?” You asked confused and slightly dazed. “In my sex slave training room where you are going to be trained” he says with a evil grin as he grabs a vibrator and three vibrating eggs and places one egg on each nipple and your clit taping them down. Then he places the vibrator into your ass and turns on all 4 at full power.

You scream as the sudden vibration surges through your body. “AaAaAaAah” you moan out . He looks at you and walks forward towards you with his cock now hard as a rock. He grabs your throat and starts choking you as he rams his cock into your pussy. You moan loudly as he rapes you viciously making your cunt walls stretch to his cock.

He rapes you for several hours filling your womb with his cum. He pulls out and squirts some cum on to your petite body and looks at you spasming from the vibrators that are still going and says ” welcome to your new life slave.

Meeting my French penpal: Part 3 – Camille’s date (FFM) (Fiction)

That evening, after our adventure in the library, I was back in my apartment, watching TV. I couldn’t really concentrate on it though because I kept thinking about Camille. I’d been serious earlier when she asked if I was a jealous person and I told her I wasn’t but I was beginning to have doubts. To me, she wasn’t just a casual fuck. We’d spent a whole year sending each other letters and building up a friendship and I felt we had a connection. I couldn’t get the idea of her fucking someone else out of my mind (even if, admittedly, the idea of her fucking another woman was incredibly hot). I decided to go for a shower and then to bed.

I was in the shower for about fifteen minutes and, when I got out, I noticed I had a message on my phone. I opened it and saw it was Camille –

“Hi, my new friend really likes the taste of your cum from my pussy. Now she wants to try some from the source.”

Beneath that message were two others – a picture of a woman’s head in between Camille’s legs and a shared location address.

Lean In [MF]

Lean into me, feel my desire for you as it radiates from every inch of my body. Gaze into my eyes as they communicate things words never could. Hands exploring each other; every time as if it were our first meeting. Thoughts racing as every fiber of physical and mental are stimulated.

Lean into me as the world somehow fades and crashes around us at the same time. The only two people that matter in this calming chaos. Lips finally meet and time stops. Just two people who secretly pray for their offering to be enough. A small spark flickers as breathing quickens. Lips part and yours find my neck, just below my ear. You breathe deeply and lose your hand in my hair. Pull me into you, let me lean into you.

Every inch of your body enveloping mine. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs all tangled in you. Your nimble fingers facilitate such wonderful torment as they pinch and pull in all the right places. Deliver ecstasy as I can’t help but lean into you.

C. Stephens

Loveless pt 2 [FF] [Emotional Cheating]

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tq4ltb/loveless_mf_ff_emotional_cheating/)
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“You found out today? Like just now, when you kissed me?” Gabi asked, incredulous.

Managing a weak smile, I said, “N-no. It was when I texted you to come over. Travis was going down on me, and it just kind of hit me that I don’t like the feeling of him between my legs. Whenever he kisses me, it doesn’t feel like a kiss from someone that makes me hot and bothered, more like a kiss from a best friend. If that makes sense.”

Gabi quirked her eyebrows. “Are you sure you just don’t love him anymore?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s… I don’t think any guy has ever made feel that way. Like even the guys that people say are the sexiest men alive, I just don’t feel anything.”

Nodding along with what I was saying, Gabi took a long moment to respond. “And are you so sure you like girls instead?”

The question caught me off guard. I did feel something when I kissed her and when she held my hand, but did that mean I liked her that way? Searching around me for some nonexistent answer, I eventually stammered out, “I-I don’t know. I just thought maybe if I didn’t like guys, that I like girls instead.”

Getting to know Gal Gadot(Celebrity) (Fiction)

I was looking for a way to earn more money while chasing my dream of becoming an actor. That’s when I decided to babysit. My buddies teased me, but I knew I was natural with children.

I spotted an internet ad for a wealthy couple looking for someone to babysit their children. However, they preferred to interview by email at first to protect their privacy. The candidates would then be chosen and contacted via video call.

It was essentially a generic inquiry about what I would do in an emergency. Since I’d previously babysat for my uncle’s child. I knew exactly what I had to do. I had also applied for a couple of other jobs and had attended a couple of auditions as well while waiting for their callback.

After a week, I received an email stating that they were impressed with my email and would like to meet with me via video call. I replied, confirming the time slot for the video call.

The One With the Creampie [MF]

I came home from work in a mood. You have a name for that mood. I won’t use it here, but you know the mood. I’m slightly agitated things didn’t go well today. You greet me with a cheerful smile, only to realize my mood doesn’t match.

You hug me and brush my cheek as you reach down and run your palm over my crotch. My penis immediately begins to swell as I roll my head back and groan. I need this. You stare with intense desire, your brown eyes burn right through me. I feel you unzip my slacks and fish a hand inside. You find my semi hard cock and pull it out, giving it several long slow strokes with your right hand as your left continues to stroke my cheek. I feel you run your thumb over the tip smearing precum around my swollen head. You know exactly how to make the day better.

“His first period sex” [M/F] (Also Taking Commissions)

Tags: bfxgf, Sex while on period, voyeurism

Bridget was always horny during the first two days of her period. She was moody in other ways too, but being horny was her constant state. Her boyfriend, Chris, was well aware of this but couldn’t bring himself to put anything inside of a bleeding woman. The idea felt disgusting to him, no matter how attracted he was to the 5’10” brunette with her pert features.

On a Saturday evening, Bridget and Chris had their first weekend off together in a while and were curled up on the modular sofa in their apartment. But neither of them paid attention to the film onscreen. Instead, Bridget was kissing Chris’s neck with her ruby red lips, and eventually she climbed on top of him.

Bridget always amazed Chris when she was up close; she was stunning. With sage green irises and contrasting dark lashes, her eyes alone could force anyone to do her bidding. Pouting lips met his jaw delicately, the soft puffiness of her full mouth only made him want her even more. Chris stifled a moan as Bridget began stroking his shaft through his jeans, outlining the tip of him with her thumb and forefinger as she stroked him up and down until he was pressing firmly against the button of his pants.