11/9/21
Dear diary,
Today I turned my first trick. It wasn’t my intent to take the leap into full service, it was supposed to just be a private lap dance, not even fully nude… but I couldn’t help myself.
We met at the Chandelier lounge in the Cosmopolitan here in Vegas. The moment he arrived he radiated confidence in a way I cannot articulate. When he introduced himself and I shook his hand it felt like electricity up my arm. That electric feeling when he touched me never subsided the entire night. I couldn’t run my game on him because it felt like he was a magnet and I was a cell phone, my brain just didn’t work. I stumbled over simple words, I became very aware of my hands and how sweaty my palms were. I’ve never been nervous like that with anyone before, especially a man.
Afterwards, we went up to his hotel room, I freshened up in the bathroom and peeled off my clothes till I was only in my underwear and heels. When I came out he subtly checked me out in way that made me feel like he was looking at a goddess, not an object for his pleasure. I felt like a deer in the headlights and for a moment we just looked at one another in silence. I typically ask guys when we meet in public what they’re looking for, is it more bachelor party or sensual vip room experience, and what kind of music they want to listen too. But like I said, all of that escaped my mind when he arrived. Before I could snap out of it he grabs his phone and plays butterflies by Michael Jackson. I slowly make my way over to him on the bed and I position myself between his legs. He gently runs his hands up the back of my thigh, when his hands reached my ass he pulled me in closer to him. He continued gliding his hands up my body ever so slowly. His touch tingled giving me goosebumps and making my pussy quiver. When his hands reached the middle of my back he began to move them forward and applied more pressure till he reached my breasts. He then planted his face between them while cupping the sides. He began kissing in between my breasts, then looked up at me and said “this song describes how I feel right now, that’s why I chose it.” I hadn’t been paying attention to the music till then and I hear “I just wanna touch and kiss and I wish I could be with you tonight you give me butterflies inside” I have never been swept off my feet before till that moment. This man was smooth. I pushed him onto the bed and began to straddle him still with the intent of just giving him a dance. He then reached up and put his hand on my chest, not my breasts but my chest. I assume to feel my heartbeat because it was damn near beating outta my chest at that point. I began to grind myself on his waist when I noticed how hard he was. As I began to use that lump underneath me to rub my clit on, his other hand moved to hold my waist. It was the strangest thing, he wasn’t trying to grab my ass he was trying to make sure I’m stable on top of him. His hand on my chest began to slowly move up my neck. Typically when guys go to touch my neck I immediately slap their hand away but this is no “guy”. This is a man I just know would never touch me to hurt me. Sure enough his hand moves past my neck and caresses my face. I feel his dick twitch in his pants underneath me and I just had to kiss him. I bend down and his hand moves from my cheek to the back of my head. The other on my waist does not move just applies more pressure aiding my strokes as he begins to thrust with me. We both let out a soft moan when our lips met. I could feel how soaked my panties were at this point. We kept a slow pace grinding on one another for awhile. His lips tingled against mine and he softly began gliding his tongue against mine almost like he was trying to tickle my tongue with his and it sent shivers down my spine. He stopped and asks “are you ok? Are you comfortable with all of this?” I nod my head yes and lean back down to kiss him. He then picked me up and laid me down on the other bed in front of us. As he’s standing over me unbuttoning his jeans I notice I have not only soaked through my panties but I’ve also soaked through his jeans and underwear. I never knew my pussy was capable of getting that wet. I couldn’t get my panties and bra off fast enough. When I did he had undressed completely and was making his way on top of me. He planted his left leg beside my right and his right in between both my legs. He hooked his right foot under my left shin and as his leg traveled up mine, he spread my legs apart. Just describing this makes my pussy tingle. Then he yanked the pillow out from under my head and replaced it with his hand. He began to kiss me again and when our genitals met he let out the sexiest deep sigh of relief I’ve ever heard. With his other hand, he guided his dick up and down my labia. It was almost like he was studying how my body reacted to where his dick was touching. He took his time before pressing his dick in between my labia minora. He didn’t slip inside me, he methodically rubbed his dick over my clit making me twitch from pleasure. Then he’d switch it up by rubbing his dick on the side in between my labia minora and majora paying close attention to the root of my clit. The more I moaned and twitched the more passionately he’d kiss me. God, I wanted him inside me but I was too timid to tell him. This was the first time I wasn’t in control and I was loving every second of it. After 15 minutes of him rubbing his dick up and down my vulva he started to play with the entrance of my vaginal canal. He really only put the tip in. Instead of the traditional in and out motion, he kept going up n down. I don’t know how to really describe it, I guess kind of like a flick. He’d put the tip in and then press his dick up so it would pop out and up my labia again to my clit. There was barely any insertion and I was cumming immediately. When he noticed he whispered “good girl cum on my dick.” My toes curled immediately, I grabbed his arms, my back arched and he sped up the pussy flicking while supporting the back of my head with his hand. Ive never came so hard from so little. As my orgasm ended, his brow furrowed and he groaned “fuuuck” as he covered the outside of my pussy with his cum. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of his dick twitching with every spurt of cum on my vulva. It was an incredible feeling.
Afterwards, he went to the bathroom to clean up and I stayed staring up at the ceiling almost in a trance. He went about it all perfectly, by giving me just enough to crave more of him. And I have to have more…
Category: eroticliterature
I always have sex on the first date
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The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 54
“Open this damn door!” Rod’s voice screeches from outside. “What the hell could you be trying to keep out?”
Bruce hobbles to the door and opens it. “Big flaming nuisances,” he grins at Rod.
“Oh you think you’re funny now. I…” Rod enters and stops, his eyes fixed on Moose. He stands frozen for a moment before walking over to the seated giant, picking up his sizable flaccid dick, and looking at it like a lost treasure.
“Can I help you?” Moose says nervously.
“Oh you could help me in so many ways, you beautiful giant bastard,” Rod responds, not taking his eyes off of the now hardening member. He starts to slowly stroke it.
“Rod?” Bruce says trying to get his attention but to no avail.
“ROD!” Bruce booms, breaking the trance.
“I… uh…” Rod stammers for a second then lets Moose go, his dick slapping against his thigh with a smack. “Cover that thing up or leave me alone with it! Either way Rod has work to do!”
He walks over to CC. “Is that one yours?” he says her.
The Erotic, Sadistic, Quixotic, Hypnotic, Voyages of I. and I. Part 1.
A young woman with the pen name of I. and I have recently begun playing with erotic hypnosis together and we both agreed it would be nice to write a diary of sorts, both to remember the experience and also to share so it’s possible to follow along with us in case anyone likes the same things we do. We both like striking visuals in our hypnotic stories and so that’s what we’re exploring. Check my profile if you want to listen to some of my hypno for yourself.
If you want to hear about how she gets dominated and hypnotised, and how in that trance she gets abused and tormented, has triggers installed, is forced into rough and painful predicaments and lies there helplessly while her mind is blown over and over by relentless waves of pleasure, then read on.
**On the first night**
I took you down into a deep and sweet trance. I told you the story of a past induction and it swept you away easily. You’re really talented as a subject and it’s so easy to play with you. Then I held you, caressed you, played across your body lightly with my fingers. They began at your knee and made their way, slowly, softly, gently, up the inside of your thigh towards your pussy. You became deeply aroused, drinking in your moans was a delicious delight.
A good lay over…. [stranger] [hook up] [dom] [bbw] [squirt]
It was the week before Thanksgiving, I was going through a divorce at the time and had a rough day regarding that. But I had told a friend I would pick her up from the airport that day. I picked her up and told her what had happened she suggested we stop at a near by restaurant for a drink. So we did, and there was a pretty big crowd inside, so we opted for their patio. We got our drinks after awhile. I had been looking over at the other group on the patio more than I wanted to admit. My girlfriend noticed and leaned into ask “Who?”. I looked at one of the men sitting at the table and raised my eyebrows. She said “Yeah, he’s fine.” He had a sexy laugh, and a killer smile. And I had definitely noticed his dreamy accent.
Rock-paper-scissors: whoever loses the game, will have to do the walk of shame [M/F] [Exhib]
Rachel is a 22-year-old British woman who studies journalism at the University of Cambridge and stays in the university residence. It’s Saturday night, and as usual, she’s partying in her room with her friends Sara, Mike, and George. Normally they chat, dance and have a few drinks, but today Rachel, probably the most charismatic of the group, has had a very daring idea, she proposes to her friends to play rock-paper-scissors with special rules: the loser of each round will pay the penalty to remove an item of clothing that he or she chooses, to prevent anyone from starting with an advantage all players must start with the same number of clothing items and when a player is totally naked the game ends, the loser must pay the penalty to take a walk of shame, naked, through the halls of the residence. George and Mike are scared at the thought of losing and running around the dorm naked, but they seem willing to take any chances in the exciting prospect of winning and leaving one of their friends naked. Sara, who is undoubtedly the shyest of the group, blushes to the max at the thought of losing and ending up naked in front of everyone, but on the other hand she has a crush on Rachel and wets her panties just at the thought of seeing her naked body.
The Education of Ashely Polk – Chapter 10 [MFf] [MF+] [threesome] [strap-on] [double penetration]
Chapter 10 – Group Work
The women eventually got back to the cabin and Greg was waiting for them. He had unpacked their bags and was reading a book in the sun on the porch. “I hope you ladies had some fun…” he said giving Ashley a little hug and a kiss on the top of the head. “She’s a quick learner, you were right.” Carol said. Ashely felt full of love and warmth.
They all sat in the sun for a little bit. Greg and Carol chatting and catching up. Talking about mutual friends that Ashely had never heard of. Ashely checked her phone. No messages from her husband. It wasn’t weird. His guard duty weekends kept him pretty busy. And depending on the assignment they often encouraged them not to be on their phones.
They made dinner together. Carol directing and ordering Greg and Ashley around the small kitchen wearing an aprons over her bare breasts. Ashely followed suit. Finding an apron of her own and going topless underneath it. They all flirted and giggled. It was fun and casual. The two women filled Greg in on their afternoon escapades and promised that he would be the center of attention after dinner.
Bar Scene (M/F) [Public] [Anal]
The woman at the bar was all I could think about the entire time I was there. I don’t know if it was the black hair or the low cut red dress, or the fact that I knew I could have no chance with you, but I had tried dropping hints all night. You didn’t even seem to realize I was there.
As the night went on, I sat at the stool next to you, with your friend on your other side, and you finally turned your head towards me… then ordered a drink from the bartender over my shoulder. In a last ditch effort, I said “I’ll have what she’s having”. That’s when you finally seemed to notice me.
“Look, I’m having a really good time here, if you want to fuck me, just do it. Here”. You lifted one leg, hiking up your dress, and giving a clear picture of the nothing you were wearing underneath. A few people turned to look, but quickly looked away.
“I-I-I don’t even have a condom on me, I-“ I stammered, suddenly so far out of my depth. you stopped me.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do, just get on with it”. you turned back to your friend and started talking again.
I looked around again, and saw people trying very hard not to look. Well, this is probably my only shot at this, so… I undid my pants as subtly as possible, and took my dick out. Not the longest, but it was rock hard by now. I put my hands around your hips, and slowly slid my dick into you. If you noticed, you didn’t let on. you didn’t even miss a beat in the conversation. I began to thrust, but the heat of the moment got to me and I didn’t last thirty seconds. I felt myself tense up as I came inside you, and I pulled out, only to see my cum ooze out of your pussy onto your dress. Now people were not trying to hide their stares. “one minute”, you said to your friend, and turned back to me.
“That’s it? I tell you that you can fuck me and you can’t last a minute?”
“I- that- everyone was watching- that never happens, I swear, I…”
“Right, I’m sure it doesn’t. How about another chance, huh?” you stood, and leaned over the bar, pulling your dress up so your ass was accessible. Without looking back, you turned back to your friend, and picked up where you left off.
I tried to ignore the stares as I grabbed your hips and guide myself into your ass. You’re tight as hell, and I take a second to get into a rhythm, but eventually I’m just starting to feel confident about this insane situation. And you can tell.
As I continue to rail you from behind, you flag down the bartender and ask him to mix you a drink. Right in front of you. His eyed drift up from yours to mine, and my rhythm falters for a minute, but I manage to keep my cool. But the guy keeps looking. His eyes go from my eyes to your bouncing ass stuffed full of my meat, then back again. He fucked up the drink, too, put kalua in a martini.
The five minutes it took me to cum this time was the same amount of time it took that jackass to make that fucked up martini. I tensed up again, and involuntarily rammed myself as far into your ass as possible, filling a second hole with another substantial, albeit smaller load. I pulled out and collapsed onto the barstool, temporarily to drained to do anything but watch as your dripping hole slowly closed again.
Once your hole had closed, trapping my cum in your colon, you pulled your dress down again and sat down to talk to your friend as though none of this had even happened.
Playing with my Prostate Opens up a new World of Pleasure for Me [M] [Anal] [Prostate Stimulation] [Masturbation]
This is based on a true story of how I discovered the pleasure of prostate play. Most of the details really happened, with some small changes made for the purposes of storytelling.
My name is Jack; I’m in college in my early 20s, and would definitely consider myself a straight guy. I never really had any success dating women in college, not for lack of trying. I did, however, experiment a lot by myself. One day when I was jacking off to porn, I discovered “femdom” porn.
It was a video of a man who was tied down to a bed, with the dominant woman riding him reverse cowgirl, hard. She wore latex high heel boots, fishnets, and a corset. Her breasts were bouncing rapidly up and down while she fucked his brains out. And all he could do was squirm and moan while he was tied down to the bed. He was nothing more than a toy, useful to her only for her pleasure.
Medication and Lactation Pt. 02 [MF] [Fetish] [Creampie] [Cum] [Exhibitionist] [Rough Sex] [Blow Job] [Breast Milk] [Breast Feeding] [Camgirl] [MILF] [Str8]
***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***
“Mmmm…” I groaned as I laid my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, the sound of wet slurping filling my ears.
The slurping stopped, but a soft, delicate hand continued to stroke my erection. “You like that, baby?” came a perky, feminine voice.
I looked down and smiled. If you could perfectly combine cute and sexy into one package, Katy would be the result. Her light freckled skin, almost-blonde straight brown hair, tiny button nose, long eyelashes, and sparkling blue-green eyes matched her personality. Perky, lovable, and so sweet.
Plus, she was drop-dead sexy. She had a rocking little toned body that she kept tight despite having gone through three pregnancies. She tanned frequently, which made those freckles on her arms and chest that I so adored stand out.
She blushed at my lingering gaze and pressed her cheek against my shaft with her slender fingers, on which she always grew long, beautifully manicured fingernails. They were painted red today, my favorite. “Are you ready to finish?” she asked.
I looked at my watch. I only had a few hours until my flight left and I still had to pack. “I guess we’d better.”