Category: eroticliterature

So my gf (22) and me (m27) are very horny people but our anxiety and jobs make us very tired at the end of the day. We decided to try scheduled sex and we both agreed, it goes on the calendar, it fucking happens. We scheduled it for this morning 4 days ago, and it was on my mind non stop. I was so horny leading up to the fact that I jacked off 2 times yesterday due to being so horned up, but lets get to the good part.

She fell asleep on the couch last night but I was in the bedroom. This morning she comes in sleepy faced, topless, and in a very cute pair of panties. She got on the bed and we cuddled and she instantly fell asleep. That was fine because I just sat there and took in her beauty while she rested for what was about to come. She tosses and turns before she wakes up, so when she started that, I started to lightly caress her body which led to her involuntarily moaning in her sleep. When she woke up I told her I would give her a massage. So I gave her a back massage then moved down to her legs Read more »

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Your flight landed in the early afternoonand I can’t contain my excitement, standing at the airport buzzing with the energy of a child waiting to open their presents on Christmas morning.. Not only to meet you, but at the idea of all the things we will do with each other, to each other, all the things wehave been talking about online for months.

As you walk out of the doors of the airport to my waiting care we can’t help but grin at each other like idiots. My arms wrapping around you, lifting you into an almost cartoonish spin causing your dress to flair out slightly, touching you for the first time, being in your presence for the first time. “God you smell better than I imagined.” I couldn’t help but let out as I set you down, almost rolling my own eyes knowing that I might not have picked the most romantic thing to open with. I quickly put your suitcase in the trunk and steal a kiss while the trunk’s up, giving us a little privacy. What was supposed to be a peck as our lips touched, turned out to be much longer as they parted and allowed our tongues to dance together for the first time. Read more »

Sarah, 27 years old. Brunette. Single. Work as a Barista at an internet cafe in Chicago. On vacation in Italy.

It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss: the plaza was empty, not a soul in sight, and the statue of the Greek athlete with a gloriously erect cock was all but calling her name. Mustering her courage, before she had sensible second thoughts, she hiked up he skirt and shucked her panties, wadding them up and shoving them into her purse.

She got up onto the base of the marble statue and with a little bit of climbing found herself with her arms around the statue’s neck and her slit, already moist with anticipation, poised right above the statue’s marble cock.

Double-checking that the coast was clear, she took a deep breath and started to lower herself down. She hadn’t anticipated the coldness of the marble, and it elicited a sharp gasp of surprise as the tip of the statue’s dick slipped between her lips. But she refused to turn back now and she kept at it, impaling herself inch by inch on the magnificent piece of craftsmanship until she felt it’s marble balls press against her. Read more »

8 Hours, 8 fucking hours that was 1 car journey, 2 flights, 3 trains and I am at your door with bleary eyes from the tiredness. It’s -11c when my cold hands knock on your door after a tough week of emotional wrangling and a lot of edging.

I knock on the door again and still no answer, but I do see your slender silhouette at the kitchen window and notice what looks like headphones on. I decide that I am going to go round the back of the house and into the back door to surprise you. The walk to the back door in the cold air takes my breath away and I need to compose myself at the backdoor before knocking on it. But what is this? Your backdoor is slightly ajar and I can just push it open………..

With your music playing in your head you have no idea that I am at your backdoor so I decide that this is my time to push the door open and give you the surprise of your life. I push the door open trying to make sure that it doesn’t creek and give the game away but you are still totally oblivious. I am now in your living room watching you dance about the room to the music like a silly little girl. Read more »