Category: eroticliterature

I keep thinking back to our evening together. Staring into your beautiful green eyes… noticing the faint freckles on the bridge of your nose… watching your full lips dance around your delightful accent.

I think back to your smell, woodsy and musky-sweet and delicious. I remember nuzzling your neck and breathing you in while you stroked my hair. And how soft your lips felt when you pulled me in for a kiss. I like the way you bit my lower lip when you kissed me… biting and sucking. I started to feel tingles throughout my entire body from that initial kiss and instinctively drew myself closer to you on the bed. Reading my body language perfectly, you lifted my shirt up over my head and showered me with compliments. I leaned in further to you and you kissed me – a little deeper this time – and I let out a small moan. You slid the straps of my bralette down my shoulders, exposing my round little nipples as you twisted and turned them gently and perfectly. My pussy getting wetter than ever while you played with me, taking me to the brink of orgasm from my nipples alone. Read more »

*Gabe*

Sabrina had just agreed to allowing me to face fuck her.

Sabrina slowly moved over to the bed before she turned to me and *tried* to assert her dominance as if trying to regain her position in our *circle of fun*.  She spoke, “If I do this, I want to be fully added to your *circle of fun*.”

I smiled and laughed, “Sorry Sabrina I can’t guarantee that.  You know Summer controls this unique *circle*.”

She looked at me, “You mean ***your*** *harem*?”

I shrugged, “Harem….circle of fun.  Whatever.  Still not my call.”

She looked at me and put her hands on her hips, “Really?  You aren’t in control of **your** own *circle of fun*?”

I shook my head with a smile, “Sorry but no.”

She pouted, “But I want more!”

I laughed, “Sorry if you didn’t lie to us about your **loves** when you admitted what you were hiding.  So now you have to accept your fate until Summer decides you are ready to fully come into the *circle*.”

She huffed as she folded her arms, “I hate that my mouth is only being used.” Read more »

I was brought into the world with an extremely gentle type of vaginal hypoplasia.

This birth imperfection can cause anything from being VERY close to not having a vagina by any means. Fortunately, I am the previous. Life is genuinely typical for me, all with the exception of sex being unimaginably troublesome. Along these lines, I am as yet a virgin. Or possibly, I was up until as of late.

I’ve had a few connections end since I was basically unequipped for having intercourse with them. I realize that connections ought to be more than sex, however it’s certainly a major piece of them relying upon the individual. What’s more I WANT to engage in sexual relations. I just.. can’t. I’ve spent numerous evenings exposed, crying in bed since I was unable to do the one thing that comes effectively to most women.d

I switch off the engine of my baby blue Vespa, and kick the stand, parking it on their driveway. “Seems like the house,” I say to myself, hopping off the scooter. I toss my helmet into the seat compartment and brush my hair with my fingers while looking at the small mirror.

Walking up the steps of their porch, I readjust my black tank top and my light-wash jeans. A little casual for tutoring a child at their home, but it’s a nice autumn day, and it’s the weekend. I press the doorbell and wait.

Tiny footsteps come running from the other side of the door, and the knob twists open.

“Hi, Miss.” The boy waves.

“Hey, Lucas. Ready to get studying? Is your dad home?” I look down, with a grin on my face. The kid has a silly green and purple dinosaur T-shirt on, and striped pants.

“DAD! SHE’S HERE!” He turns back and yells. Read more »

I’m going to lay you down on the bed, kissing you hungrily, and running my hands down your gorgeous body. I’ll grind my hips into yours, holding you tight. I can feel your cock hardening underneath my teasing. Such a needy, needy little boy. Aren’t you?

Poor baby. I’m going to tease you, run my hands over the warm, bare skin beneath your clothes. But I won’t take them off. Not yet. I stroke my hands over your stomach, flirt with the edge of your boxers, even slide my hands over your hardening cock over your clothes. All that just so I can listen to you whine. It makes me smile. I love how you sound when you sub for me, that soft voice you use, the little catch in your throat when I give you an order and you say ‘Yes Miss.’

I grab the handcuffs from the side of the bed and hold your hands over your head, restraining you. Then I straddle your hips so I know you can see me as I strip off my top slowly. I play with myself over my bra, cupping my boobs, massaging them. I slide my hands to my back and unclasp the bra, revealing my tits for your eager eyes to consume. And from the state of your face, you really really wish it were more than just your eyes. My nipples harden further under the weight of your hunger. Read more »

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