Rarely in the midst of pleasuring your partner do you wish you could step back and just take in the view of what’s happening, but this was just one of those occasions.Adler, naked and beautiful, lounging on the sofa, her legs draped over my shoulders. Her right hand holds a champagne flute, her left gliding through my short hair. I’m on my knees in front of her, feeling the heat and the pressure from her thighs around my head. My left hand is gripping her thigh, my right hand has two fingers searching slowly inside her, glistening in the low light. My mouth is around her clit, my tongue circling, flicking, my lips kissing and sucking. I’m eager for her to cum, the prospect of hearing her moan out loud, her wanting to cum over my mouth and fingers as she slowly bucks her hips at me, wanting to fuck my mouth. That’s when the first drops hit me, just grazing my lip and tongue. Champagne. I gaze up and see her with her held tilted backwards as she slowly pours champagne down her perfect body, streaming past her chest, past her navel and to my mouth. The cold fizz is helping her, I can hear it in her breathing, so I pull my mouth back slowly and let her drip the champagne down her body, over her tits, down onto her pussy. Im not away for long before her hand is pulling my head back, tasting that sweet mix of cold champagne and warm Adler. Her thighs start to squeeze around my head, so I grip back with my left hand as my tongue and fingers work in unison, not just to tip her over the edge, but to drive her off the cliff. It’s working, I can hear her breathing, I can feel her body, she wants to cum hard and she’s going to cum now. That guttural moan and tension in her body as waves of pleasure hit her, my tongue giving pressure on her clit as my fingers keep the motion steady, then she relaxes, almost completely except her hand is still holding my mouth against her. She isn’t ready to stop yet.
Category: eroticliterature
What if… My GF Didn’t Get Amnesia[M/F]
*** Chris ***
“Bella, are you alright?” I said as I placed my hand on top of hers.
She turned to me, fury in her eyes and then she sent a balled up fist hurtling at my face, colliding square against my nose. I felt a wetness stream down my face and a pain piercing my brain.
“Fucking watch it, Slim!” She snarled at me, but I’m guessing she didn’t mean for it to happen. I’m guessing she wasn’t aware of how strong her punches really are.
But my bleeding, broken nose says otherwise.
She looked at me and she tried to help me out, but I simply got up and ran out of the room and into the bathroom, locking it behind me.
“A-Are you ok, Slim?” She said through the door, “it’s… it’s not that bad! Let me see it.”
“Get out! Get out! I never want to see you anymore! Get the fuck out!”
“What? You don’t mean that? You don’t fucking mean that!” She cursed as she banged at my door, threatening to break it down. I’m looking at the mirror, watching as blood drips down from my broken nose and my eyes starting to swell up.
A new trick (ddlg, anal)
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I’m glad I did. Our sex has become routine. It’s good, but hardly ever deviates from the same pattern. She jerks on me for a little while as I pinch and play with her nipples. Then my hand moves down her stomach and slides under her panties. My fingers play her clit and then slide down and hook inside her. She gasps as they push inside her. The stroke of her hand on my cock stops from the shock of my fingers entering her. I thrust them in and out and gently remind her not to stop stroking daddy’s cock. She manages to gain a little composure, but the handjob just isn’t as good when I’m fingering her. I keep going, telling her what a good girl she is as I listen to her moan and coo.
My mind is focused on two things. I want to be in her ass. And I want to be in her throat. I pull my fingers back and press my ring finger to her asshole. She opens her mouth, her chest rises, she takes a breath in expectation. She exhales a quivering breath as I meet that expectation and push inside her asshole. Her chest rises and falls as my fingers slide in and out of both her holes. She loves it so much.
Monster in the Woods (MF, FF, bi, exhib, fist, group, public)
Alice was going dogging. At least that was what she planned to be doing that night. There was still time to chicken out. It had been on her radar ever since the revelation about the sex toy machine experiment. Apparently public sex turned her on more than anything else. She’d never been able to recreate that heavenly orgasm in any private setting – and god knows she’d tried. She owned all kinds of sex toys and dildos, she had been fucked in every which way by both men and women (a new development in her life) but nothing had even come close to the messy, squirming, slutty, life affirming experience in that strange testing center. She now knew that she wanted stranger’s eyes on her body, and last week she had realised that she’d be able to get it.
She had been in a play about swingers, and after a little bit of research, she had stumbled into the erotic underworld of ‘dogging’. People would drive to a public place like the woods or a field, and they’d have sex with strangers – sometimes multiple strangers. And others would watch them. It was risky of course – many people wore masks to hide their identities, and they mostly had to do it in the dead of night to avoid being caught and reported to the police.
Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 2 [F] [fsolo] [masturbation] [dildo] [orgasm] [voyeur] [exhibition] [overheard sex] [hotel]
(This is the second installment in a series about a single mom’s self-care weekend getaway.)
I’m sitting quietly reclined in my hotel bed. My arms slipped through the sleeves of the plush white robe that hangs untied and open, leaving my heavy mommy tits exposed as they droop to either side of my chest. My unsatisfied clit and cunt aching between my legs, still throbbing from my ruined orgasm in the hot tub.
I hear her first.
“shhh, shhhhhh,” the quiet, but clear sound of the woman’s voice, “Is she done? I can’t hear her anymore.”
Then rustling, giggling, the knock of a something against the wall–the headboard?–, and then, unmistakably, the slapping sound of skin on skin. My clit twitches as I realize they are fucking.
The knocking on the wall becoming rhythmic. I hear the low timber of his voice say something to her, but I can’t make it out through the wall. All I know is that she moans in response to it, “mmm, I fucking do. I fucking love it.”
Sensational Part 1 [MF, oral, wordy]
Dark. Quiet. They met in the dark and had to keep quiet. He sensed her before feeling the mattress give as she crossed the bed. The side of his face received her heat, her breath a little ragged. He carefully reached out, hand stroking up her ribs as he took her weight and she lay over him.
Faces together they hungrily kissed, his hand behind her head, hers cupping his cheek. They tentatively breathed through the congress, not wanting to break the spell. She felt his hand descend her back, eliciting a shiver.
She arched as he ascended the slope of her behind, willing him to be able to reach her depths. She could feel his heat beneath them, his resolve firm, pulsing against her already – had he been waiting for her?
Under her he took her by the waist, pushed her upright and slunk between her knees akimbo, wriggling one and then the other shoulder, he needed to taste her, now. She released his face as he sidled lower, not being able to resist planting a firm kiss on her belly button on his way down, the skin softer and warmer. Nose nudging her open, tongue first tracing the left side of her crotch, then the right. Her grasp of his head tightened as she knew where he was heading as he returned to her centre.
Teasing My Daddy’s Best Friend 😈👅💦
Summary of my new erotic story accompanied with hot images, which can be read in [Sensual](https://apple.co/3b2aZnu) app:
She is a sexy young girl who loves to sexually tease her father’s best friend. Whenever she had such a chance, she didn’t hesitate to use it. But will Bob make this opportunity a remarkable sexual experience? 💋
Venezuelan Coworker
After working with a small very informal and creative company I was offered a position at the corporate headquarters of a large restaurant chain.
I took the offer gladly since I believed that it was a big step in my career but it wasn’t long before all the corporate BS started getting under my skin. Endless HR policies, unnecessary meetings, inter department bureaucracy and a never ending chain of silly charity events made every day at the office unbearable.
Many would have said that part of this corporate nightmare was the formal dress code but I did not mind it AT ALL, what is to hate when your female coworkers have to show up all dolled up every day.
While in the kitchen trying to drown my pain in coffee my peripheral vision caught an inpressively perfect and tight ass. I immediately turned around and found a beautiful petite new coworker with long brown hair and golden skin.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” she said in the sexiest latin american accent I ever heard.
Gentle, yet Stimulating Pleasure [3rd person narrative]
She was soft, gentle and longed for stimulation. She never longed for casual sex or sex that didn’t have intimacy. She wanted to feel the chemistry and energy between her and him.. and feel like she’s transcending into some other universe. She wanted him to caress her mind first before her body.
– She believes that every last bit of the body has its secret and she wants to be explored by his gaze, his mouth and his touches.
He knew how to handle a woman, without breaking her. He wanted to introduce himself to her body, as if it’s the first time he’s ever touched a woman intimately, because she deserves that. Every woman does. He didn’t just want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her. He didn’t want to order her, he wanted her to open up to him and blossom like a beautiful flower for him.
– He wants to explore all of her.
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 22
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*** ***Bella*** ***
“That should knock her down a peg or two. Fucking, calling me useless.”
She’s seriously very hurtful when she cooks! I mean, for a sweet girl to have a side like that, it’s very worrisome to be honest.
“But babe, she kind of has a point. You really need to be mindful when helping her with cooking.”
Oh, this son of a bitch! He recoiled when I turned to him and I pushed him over the wall and held him by his balls. “Well, you should be more mindful with… your… um… Fuck!”
Ok, I might have imagined that differently. I mean, they’re correct. I do tend to be very self conscious when I’m cooking. I really need to learn, maybe I need to take a cooking class or something.
“So are you going to let me go babe?” he asks and I hadn’t decided just yet. I licked my lips with thought of having a one-on-one with him. It’s been a while since it’s been the two of us, really.