The girl was brought in from the wasteland – one of the first they’d found in the past few years. Cal had to admit, her story was impressive from what they gleaned for her file. Most people didn’t last a year without a safe camp or community, and she’d survived three, apparently all on her own. She’d done well too. The ones they saved were usually half dead from starvation, infection, viruses, injuries, but she was largely healthy; underweight, sure, and a bit malnourished, but she’d obviously done a lot better for herself out there than the others. Cal had been in the village since the beginning, seen the hundreds of people brought in half dead (seen the hundreds brought in all the way dead). He wasn’t a doctor, but his job kept him in the medical wing pretty much all the time. It was small enough that the stretchers were wheeled past his offices whenever someone was brought in or out. Really, it was practically a miracle that the new girl had all four limbs attached and would get to keep them.
Category: eroticliterature
The ceremony of the Goddess
*It’s cold where I am this week. :) *
The cycle has ended; the cycle has begun. Ten years have passed, ten after ten after ten. The cycle of They Who Watch.
The elder women knew the end of the cycle was upon them. They kept count in the knots of the Goddess’s tapestry, in the records in the century calendar; the child born of the last Goddess-On-Earth was now in her tenth year. Even without the tapestry, their records, though, they would still have known the time had come; the year before last the harvest was poor, with so much lost to early frost. The previous year the frost was earlier still, leaving barely enough to feed the livestock and themselves. If this year followed suit they might have to choose between food for themselves or the animals…and if the year was bad enough the choice for both would be made for them. The Winter God ran wild while the Goddess slept; it was time to be woken.
(24 F) Birthday Girl!!
I’m usually not excited for my birthday’s but my entire outlook towards it changed today. I turned 24 recently and as promised my boyfriend had planned something special for me.
I wore my conservative clothes and left my home with a bag holding the sexy one piece he ordered for me, cowl neckline and zip running up till my lower back. Reaching his place I changed into the dress at once and we left for a nice place to have some food.
I could not help but rub my hands over his thighs to tease the hell out of him under the table while he ordered food for us. That did have its repercussions as he took his revenge with his fingers against my clit for a couple of seconds. Thank god the dress was a thigh slit.
Like a good slutty girlfriend I thanked him in the car by wrapping my lips on his dick while he carefully drove us to the surprise he had planned. He took me to one of the best hotels in the city with a room overlooking the skyline. Little did I know he planned to bend me against the railings of the balcony and take my asshole while I pushed back against his dick taking it in as deep as I could. My nipples were poking through my dress as he was fucking my ass holding my waist with my dress lifted.
Neck
You were standing in your kitchen, cooking. We Said hello, pleasantries like normal. Conversation around us. I felt like you were conscientiously trying not to make eye contact with me, because I caught you staring on previous occasions. All conjecture, and my perspective based of feelings I wished you had.
You had a hat on. It made me focus on the base of your hairline. The back of your neck just inches from your ear.
Skin pale, winter. Hair black, what a stunning contrast. My mouth salivated.
I was struck with the desire to wrap my mouth around that part, that specific part of your body.
Sniff first, let out a breath, hot on your skin. Your little hairs tickle my lips. Then, a small kiss, then a full open mouth wet one, brushing your earlobe with my chin…. Then a lick. Mmmmm I bet you taste so good.
MM my first time sucking cock
I arrived early to a friend’s house for a party. No one was there yet but him and his cousin. My friend presented him to me. Shaved head, thick body. Kind of rude guy. There were still some hours left before the guests would arrive so we were in the living room playing Xbox. Then my friend had to leave to go to the store and get some stuff for the party. So he left me and his cousin alone. It was a little awkward. At first no one said nothing we just kept playing.
“Oh, you didn’t cum? We’ll do you next time” [23F][fdom]
The other day, someone on my OF page asked me why I dom, and, specifically, why a woman would do such a thing. The inquisitive man went on to explain that he, as a person with a penis, was very excited by the idea of dominating because they would, naturally, penetrate their subject during the session and achieve an orgasm and, as a woman, he didn’t really see how pegging a guy with a strap-on would be as fulfilling. This was one of those epiphany moments for me… I don’t think most people understand, so I’m going to explain, and this is going to be fun!
Ladies, how many times have you had mediocre sex with a guy where he puts you in 1 position when you’re barely ready, then cums before you have a chance to get any pleasure, forget an orgasm? I’d say that’s a pretty common occurrence for a woman having heterosexual sex. It comes down to what we all describe as “being good in bed”. Now, for a woman, being “good” requires, mostly, just enthusiastic participation; put the dick in your mouth like you want it there, hit a few positions, and make some noise. The guy is pretty much guaranteed to orgasm, unlike you. For a guy to be good in bed, he needs to do a myriad of actions that either culminates in your orgasm, or at minimum, leads you to believe a subsequent roll in the hay is worth your time. At a glance, what I just wrote would possibly make someone believe men had it rough… except, as we gals know, a significant contingency of the boys don’t bother bringing their ‘A’ game and you get to mostly be an apparatus to facilitate their orgasm. Sigh.
Now, gals… we’ve all wondered what it would be like to have a dick. Some abstractly, and others more literally. To have a dick, on many levels is to be in the drivers seat during sex. I mean, sure, I can hop on top and reverse cow-girl like a crazy a screaming banshee, but I can’t stop Mr Boglioli from ejaculating after 90 seconds when I snap my 23 year old ass back and forth, chasing my own pleasure.
Now, a while ago, I began revelling in the pleasures of sleeping with women and that was a very different experience. Even playing ground and, even on the first time hooking up, my orgasm was guaranteed. In fact, when I was 20, I slept with a gorgeous woman in her mid 30s who basically retrained my entire masturbation routine – but that’s a post for another day. Still… even thought that was hot and amazing, I still want the dick and always will.
So, full circle back to domination and what do I get out of it… I get to drive. I am in charge. And it scratches that hungry little itch that every woman has when they wish they could just completely take over the situation, like when you’re watching someone perform some perfunctory tasks and you want to shove them aside and recertify their poor work – except this is sex. So… when you’re a woman, and you dom, you get 100% of the control. One time I dommed a guy and while I was pegging him, with my lovehoney strap-on, I came before the little piggy could… and I decided I wanted the toy out of me… so I withdrew. My sub looked at me incredulously, seeing how sex was over because I came, yet he had not, and, I replied to him with the phrase women have been hearing since the dawn of time, “oh, you didn’t cum? We’ll do you next time.”
On My Shoulder (M/F)
It was the day after her aunt died.
My friend came up to me and was absolutely beside herself. The pain of loss was still fresh on her face and in her heart, and a tear rolled down her beautiful face, followed by more tears as she was reminded of the sting of death and the permanent effect it had. As she began to uncontrollably sob in the back of the church sanctuary, she leaned on my shoulder. I carefully put an arm around her, not too soft but not too firm either. The touch of another human made me feel warm, but there were boundaries to be followed and observed here.
“I’ll never see her or hear her voice again” she wailed as her tears began to soke her shirt. I whispered words of encouragement and we agreed that she was in a better place now, free of pain and suffering and free of the trouble she had encountered on the Earth.
Hexacanth [M/M/F/F/F/F] Part 1
*** ***Victor*** ***
“Sam, how have you been?”
Sam brushed his coat off from whatever dust he thinks its there, but once he saw me he stood straight and gave me a short nod. “Victor, it’s always a pleasure,” came his smooth, velvet voice and then his eyes perked up once he sees the people behind me. “I see you’re in need of a bigger room. Shall I get that ready for you? Perhaps with wine and spaghetti and meatballs for Ms. Oliveira here?”
“Nothing get’s by you, does it Sam?” I chuckled and he gave me a small smile as he bowed again, “The biggest room you have, please.”
“The gold room? Victor, please understand that I cannot give you the usual discount if you want that room.”
“I understand, Sam and I would still want it.”
“I see. The gold room is $1000 a night, Victor. Would you still want to go through with it?” Same said as he typed away in his computer, “the only type of discount I can give you is a free dinner. I apologize for not being able to do more.”
[MF] Ryan and His Stepsister Part 5
Maddy looked at Ryan with a smile on her face. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he alternated glances from Maddy to her panties on her bed.
“Pick it up,” Maddy said.
Ryan slowly reached out to Maddy’s panties as if it was the holy grail. His hand even shook a little from his excitement. He picked it up and looked at Maddy.
“Don’t just hold it like that. Give it a sniff. I know that’s what you really want,” Maddy said.
Ryan slowly raised the panties to his nose and inhaled. His cock grew instantly and his mouth watered at the smell. He could smell the scent of her pussy!
Maddy laughed. “You like that, huh? I can see your pathetic cock getting hard.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ryan said before inhaling deeply again of her panties. God, her pussy smelt amazing! His cock twitched constantly in his pants.
“I want you to spend the next few days jerking off with it,” Maddy said. “I want you to cover my panties in your cum. Do you understand, fuckface?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ryan said with excitement.
The perks of going nude, part 2 [MF] [incest]
Jason quickly got around to making dinner. He was feeling too drained to cook something great, so he settled for a few sandwiches. Halfway through, his dick stiffened again, and he constantly bumped it against the kitchen drawers. He groaned and ignored it, continuing to work. Soon, Chloe skipped in and watched him for a time, before saying, “You left a huge mess in the basement.”
He felt himself turning red, and replied, “I’ll take care of it.”
He tried not to look at her, but he felt her eyes boring him down. Why did her tone feel so accusatory? She had been leading him on, hadn’t she? She sighed and said, “Y’know. You should probably take care of your huge problem too. You’re just bumping it on every corner. Plus, I don’t want it in my food or anything.”
He didn’t want to comprehend what *that* was about. His dick felt like exploding. He swallowed and heard her laugh. He finished quickly and handed her her pair of sandwiches and went to the dining room to eat his own. Unsurprisingly, she followed and sat in the chair next to him. They ate in silence, although Jason felt like he was eating mush. He wanted to make a move on her so badly, but ultimately decided not to. It was simply too weird, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he had mistaken her intentions. Well, even if she *had* been making moves on him.