Category: eroticliterature

She is pacing back and forth in her office, getting increasingly annoyed as time ticks by. He’s fucking late again. She looks at the clock on the wall. 15 minutes late to be exact. Who does he think he is making me wait? I’m his fucking boss!

At that thought there is a rap at the door. She takes a moment to compose herself and briefly glances in the mirror. Looking pretty hot, she thinks to herself. She eyes herself up and down through her glasses, admiring how she looks in her crisp white shirt, black pencil skirt, stockings and black heels. Read more »

The summer had been a blur. He had left his home in Seattle to find new adventures. He decided that he would make his way down to the southwest, hoping to have new experiences and find that special someone(s) along the way. He first made it to Boise, but found nothing but uninviting people. He decided that he would follow I-15 through Salt Lake City on his way to Las Vegas and Phoenix.

There he would get off at the exit that would change everything, Exit 62. He had stopped for some gas and a bit of food, but decided to try to get a haircut and a shave. He discovered a university and looked for a place to go. It was getting late in the day and he figured most of the places would be closed, until he found the perfect place. He pulled over and jumped out. He looked in the window and noticed the most beautiful woman with curly brown hair. He opened the door and asked if they were still open. “Yes, we are. How can I help you?” She said. “I would love a haircut and a shave.” He said. “Of course.” As she smiled at him. Read more »

*Hey! This is just one of my kinks. I’m not really a writer so I’m sorry it’s not as good as some other stuff on here. Hope my story gets you guys as horny as I was writing it.*

We met online a few months ago and we’ve spent every night talking to each other ever since – we shared the same kinks, similar goals and the same understanding that I belonged under you. It didn’t take long for you to gain my trust, which came to me as a surprise; I felt myself growing more and more attached to you, my need to please you growing stronger. I fucked myself for you to see in every way you told me: I sucked my toy until I gagged, I slapped my tiny tits and ass, I fucked my pussy, hard, while telling you that women were inferior and that I belonged to you. When you told me to fuck my ass, I cried a little, asked you to please not make me fuck my ass, but I did it: the pain mixed with this deep pleasure that was not physical, but psychological. I knew I belonged to you. Read more »

Parents sent me to stay with Aunt Sally for my last year of school. I found she had mementos of a racier life than I thought and was treated to watching her pleasure herself – I think she arranged for me to see it all.
I was feeling a bit shy as Aunt Sally came down for breakfast. “Oh, you’re already up! Great, I slept like a log, you?”. I nodded ascent as she drank the coffee I made and soon she was dropping me at school. In the car she continued, both facing forward. “I don’t know about you but sometimes it’s like nature fills you up, must be the season or a smell or something but I feel so alive. Maybe it’s having a man about the house.” She tapped my thigh and I almost squealed. My mind filled with images of her creamy thighs quivering, purple vibrator grasped as tightly as her eyes as the orgasm crashed over her. God, erections are instant at 18. I could also feel my cheeks redden. “There must be something in the wind, makes my sap rise”. I could still feel my sticky come in my palm as I returned to my room. She left me there, I’d make my own way home. That day I had an after school date with Miriam, a new girl. I’m pretty shy and she all but instructed me to take her for a slushy. After the last few days I was up for a little change of approach and frankly I was a virgin and horny as hell. After school she had dragged me to the 711 and we wandered off enjoying the icy treat. She nudged and then took me by the elbow before we held hands and talked about where we were from and our folks. Hers had come to town for a construction so a new school for her – tough in her final year. Her black hair caught the sun and I couldn’t help but notice the curve of her hips in her jeans and her disarming smile. We came to her house and she led me round the back to the small pool. “No one’s home but this is nice out here”. She took my empty cup with hers to the trash while I sat on the lounger. When she returned she took my cheek in her hand and leaned down and kissed me. I stood and Miriam in my arms as she whispered “I wanted you the first time I saw you, we’re going to have the greatest time”. I could feel the swell of her breasts against my biceps as we embraced, her arms around my neck. We kissed again and I felt the familiar tightness in my pants as our bodies touched. Our breathing caught as we kissed and my hand trailed across her jeans-clad ass and she pressed into me. Her tand trailed between us and pressed against my crotch, outlining and stroking my heavy erection. “Ooh yeah, the greatest tiime” she broke away and looked into my eyes. I could feel the spreading wetness in my pants as she pushed he other hand beneath the waistband of her jeans. I looked down and saw the stroking before she withdrew her hand. She placed her sweetened fingers in my agape mouth and I dutifully sucked. Without breaking stroke ot eye-contact she said “…but not today but I’m fuck you crazy. You’ve got to go, Mum’s just come home” I looked over her shoulder through the French doors into the kitchen directly into the eyes of some lady – must have been her mother! Needless to say we chastely said our goodbyes and I was on my way.
When I was silent over dinner Aunt Sally prized the story out of me. I said I was a virgin and wasn’t sure what today meant. I’ve always been honest. “I don’t think that was flirting. Are you ready?” she bluntly asked.
“I’m apprehensive but excited. I just don’t want to disappoint her, ah, physically and emotionally”. She looked over at me, puzzling.
“I’m not your Mum and Dad but I think they’d want me to help with the first part. That emotional part you have to talk about with Miriam. You have to work out what’s on offer and not just go crazy or get pregnant or anything dumb.” I was confused. I knew Miriam and I had to talk but setting ground rules seems so formal. And what did she mean about the physical part?
“Come upstairs and I’ll give you some pointers but remember, everyone is different” I sat watching her ample ass move up the stairs before racing after her. Read more »