“Mike, please Mike… please.” Awakening from my dream, my eyes still half closed, I feel her, her scent fills the room. I slowly sit up in bed, realizing it was a dream; but the dream feels so real, my body aroused, my fingers tingling yet from the touch of her silken skin. Often in the last months I have awoken like this… I can’t quite remember her, except that her scent lingers in my flared nostrils, her taste still on my lips and tongue. “Beth” I call out, “Where are you Beth?” Shaking my head, I come up, now sitting up in the bed as the dream and scent fades, and I feel once again empty. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I sit, head in hands, trying to remember her… the curve of her hip, her graceful neck that I so often trailed with kisses, trailed down, across her shoulders to the swell of her breast, and then I know, Beth is gone. Often, months ago, Beth had gone into dark, depressed moods. With me, yet gone; there, but yet far away, and then one morning, she was gone. Getting up and walking into the shower, I dropped the boxers I slept in, pulled the shower curtain back, reached in and turned the shower on. I adjusted the temperature, almost unknowingly, to the exact temperature Beth liked… hot, but not so hot it was uncomfortable, and then stepped in to let the water cascade down over my shoulders, the sleep leaving me. Reaching out for the shampoo, I wet my hair and began to wash my hair… then I felt it, a scent I recognized, not the shampoo, but the scent that was the essence of Beth. Chuckling to myself, I began to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. Suddenly I felt a cool breeze, and the rustling of the shower curtain. Afraid to look, afraid to change the moment, I kept my eyes closed as I felt her with me. Her arms encircled my waist, her body against me, her breasts pushed against my back as she breathed softly and whispered in my ear “Mike, please Mike… please…” Relaxing I leaned back, my body now fully in contact with her… her scent once again flaring my nostrils as her hands slid down further. Her fingers found me, wrapped around me, and began to stroke my hard shaft. I groaned, leaned back further as her hips ground her mound into my buttocks. Feeling her against me, her hand on my shaft, I moan, then with my eyes closed in fear of this being a dream, I turn slowly, being careful to not loose contact with her, and as I turn, I kneel down, the water from the shower beating down on us, I feel every curve in her body, and as I kneel I reach around, grab her firm full cheeks and pull her to me, my lips open as her center comes in contact with my mouth… “Mike, please Mike… please” she groans as I slowly open her folds with my tongue, letting it find the opening to her vagina, and then slowly licking up to her clit, I suck it in my mouth. I feel her shake, her hips thrust forward, and again, I hear her moan and as she moans she parts her legs, allowing me more access. As I feel her legs open, I begin to flick my tongue across her clit, and releasing one of her cheeks, I slide a finger slowly into her opening… she grunts and squirms, and as I find that special place, I stroke my finger over it slowly as I continue flicking her now engorged clit with my tongue. Suddenly she tenses, screams “Mike, please Mike… please” and goes over the edge. I hold her as she shakes, then her knees begin to give way and I slowly stand up, holding her body tight against mine, her essence on my lips, her taste in my mouth, I push her back against the shower wall, grab her ass again, and lift her up as she opens her legs to go around my hips. I position myself, crouch just a little so that my shaft is at her opening, and as I begin to enter her, I feel her vanish… “Beth, please Beth….please!” Alone again at the mirror, her taste still in my mouth, her scent around me, I smile, and know even though she is gone, she will always be with me.
Category: eroticstories
The Last Sex – and how it will make me come now
http://www.abbirode.com/2015/08/the-last-sex/
My pants are off before he gets there. I’m on the bed and half asleep, half watching TV. In less than 4 minutes I have even less clothes on but he is still almost fully clothed. His jeans are open, his cock is out. He is standing behind me and I am on all fours facing away from him. He has a condom on and I think he’s going to put two fingers in and then give me his cock. Of course I’m wrong. I partly knew I would be. The bed is a hotel bed, it’s high, the perfect height probably. He has his hands on my hips, gripping me but caressing me. I want him in me but he’s not moving. “Ask for it. Tell me you want my cock” ……. “Ask, for it” he says again, calmer, even more resolve in his tone. But I know he’ll have to make me. I push back a little, trying to see if I can catch the tip of it. I can’t. He holds me in place. Please – I know I barely whisper. “Oh I think you’ll need to do better than that” again he says with a menacing calm that makes my cunt ache with want. I look back at him over my shoulder, through my hair. And again I squeeze out an agonised, the very littlest please that I can manage. “Say it again, louder” and one of his hands moves from my hip to slide up my back, pushing me forward into the bed. My arse up, ready for him. I can’t take it, I need to feel him push his cock inside me. He’s won. I squirm under him and eventually it escapes my lips; Oh god please, please give it to me. I am angry saying the words, defiant. But we both know he’s won and I’ve gotten what I wanted. He’s not a masochist or a machine, how much longer was he going to be able to stand there with a primed cock and my glistening, swollen pussy inches from him. So he pushes into me, measured, controlled, rhythmic and satisfying. And I buck back against him so relieved to be filled.
[F] Fresh Clean Filth
http://www.abbirode.com/2015/10/all-the-control/
I’m so bored in this meeting I can’t keep myself focused but this is nothing new. I can’t stay awake in nearly any meeting.
So my mind wonders to this guy. I think about how I would like it to go.
He’s standing in front of me, already there, waiting for me to enter the room. I walk in and close the door. He says nothing but gestures with a slight nod of his head that I should walk over to him. He doesn’t break eye contact and when I’m about a 2 feet away he gives that tiny almost imperceptible nod for me to get on my knees, and I hesitate, then smirk but duly do.
I look up at him and smirk again as I can tell he’s getting hard and he hasn’t given me any instruction yet. Slowly I open his belt and his jeans. He still hasn’t said anything but just as I go to release his cock he bends down, cups my head with his hands and says gently into my ear ‘You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you?’ My mouth drops open and I make a little noise because yes, yes I did think that it was going to be that easy.
Breaking in Becky [MFf] graphic – abduction, forced, gore (fiction)
You knew I was depraved when you met me, but I don't think you ever realized just how twisted of a mind I have.
That all changed when Becky started treating you like shit. Your classmate Becky was always the mouthy little bitch. She couldn't have weighed any more than 110 pounds and she was a couple inches shorter than you, even in those red high heels. Despite her attitude, she had a tight body and nice, I would guess, B cup tits. Easily a girl I would fuck often, if I wasn't already pounding you. However, Becky needed to be taught a lesson in respect and I devised a plan to teach her.
The plan was simple. Becky routinely stayed late for "extra credit" with her favorite math teacher, Mr. Davis. Such a slut! Patiently, we wait in the parking lot. Bruno Mars playing in the background until suddenly the side door opens. Becky planned to cut across the field next to the parking lot. She wasn't paying attention and wasn't prepared for us. Swinging the crowbar swiftly, I knock her to the ground in one clean shot. Scanning the open field, there is nothing, silence. I look back at you, your face has an air of pleasure but also disappointment. I know you too well, you're excited we have taken the whore down but pissed you didn't get the first shot at her.
LONE WOLF MCGAYED [MGAY] (Fiction)
Aarmaan keeled down upon his knees (good way to start a sex-story, no?). A string of tears ran down his face. His homosexuality has finally caught up with him and now he would pay the price for his preference, in a country where eight-year-old girls are often forced to marry moldy old men who are able to rape and beat them regularly with no worry of reproach. Why? It didn't matter. Bigotry knows no logic. All the members of 'The Exclusive Allah Fan-Club' knew was that he did not conform to the rules and regulations of Muslumism and he therefore had to be destroyed.
The executioner raised the sword above his head and Aarmann squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the cold sting of sharpened metal to penetrate the back of his neck and slide down through cartilage and bone until his head became detached from his body (It's actually kinda gross when you think about it), but just then the unmistakable report of gunfire echoed through the hot, desert air. After a brief moment of stillness, curiosity finally got the better of Aarmaan and he opened his eyes to see what had happened.
THE CARNAL CRAVINGS OF CONNIE KIEW [F] [STR] Fiction
This story is dedicated to Joe Hendra who’s untimely death has guaranteed us a zombie-apocalypse by there being no more room in hell, and to my mother whom will thankfully never read this, and by skittles, and with Jay Mathers as the Beaver…
Connie Kiew knew that she had finally found love.
Of course, she had told herself that many times before, but this time it was different. This was real. Granted, she had said that to herself many times before as well, but this time it was different. This time she meant it. OK, so she had also said that many times before too, but this time she knew that she meant it.
She didn't know, exactly, how she knew that what she was feeling was, indeed, true love. It just wasn't something that one can put into words which, for me, is pretty convenient.
Connie had always had a passionate love for white men, and on her five-year and two-week quest to find love, she had sampled a wide variety of Caucasian males in every size, shape and color, and just when it all seemed so hopeless, she had finally met her ivory prince at the ripe old age of 18.
Hot Tub [M]adness [STR] (Sorry for length)
I moved to Thailand back in July 2014, since than I have been alone but I can't forget the last night i had with one of my closest friends. Me and my friend (Let's call him Jake) went to Jake's house, he lives right beside a hot girl (Let's call her Madi) They're family friends and on that night Madi's friend (Let's call her Jace) who I've had a crush on had came over for a sleepover. Later that night at about 7:00pm me and Jake decided to go to a close by park to smoke a joint, as we left the house we saw Madi and Jace leaving their house too. We stopped and asked them where they were going and they were actually going to the same park as us but to get drunk. We walked together to the park, Jake and Madi started walking beside each other and talking, I stayed behind with Jace. She looked cold because she was only wearing short shorts and a tank top so I offered her my sweater and she took it happily and we ended up holding hands. We got to the park and split our pot and alcohol, Jace kept staring at me so I walked up to her slowly and kissed her for about 10 seconds. I pulled back and whispered "sorry" because I'm a huge pussy. She just walked up to me and whispered in my ear "Let's do that some more," and we started making out again – at this point were pressed against one another and my hand is grabbing her firm ass. She's about 5'5 and I'm 5'7 so I had to lean down a bit but it was fine. She was grinding on me and I couldn't conceal my boner, she took her hand and started rubbing my boner on top of my pants which just made me lose it. It was getting dark about this time so we decided to head back to Jake's house. He has a hot tub so we decided to go in, Madi and Jace didn't want to go back next door to grab their bathing suits so they went in naked. I'm a little chubby so I wasn't too pleased about going in naked but I didn't want to be a pussy. All four of us went in, Jace kept beside me and we started making out. I put my fingers down towards her pussy and she whispered to me "I haven't shaved in a while." I didn't give a shit, I kept going and it felt clean shaven so I said "Freshy Fresh." (I know it sounds corny as hell but it was the heat of the moment) I started to finger her and i could only fit my middle finger without hurting her, I couldn't believe how tight her pussy was. We we're getting a little too hot so Jace and I went to Jake's trampoline next to the hot tub and started making out on top of that. My dick was hard and rubbing her pussy but I wasn't planning on fucking without a condom. She got on top of me and started grinding on my dick. I came but I wasn't ashamed, she went down and licked it up and swallowed it than sucked my head. I couldn't believe what was happening. She came back up and I grabbed a handful of her ass. The whole time Jake and Madi had been watching and snapchatting the whole thing. We didn't care for that but we cared about the cold so we retreated back to the hot tub where we cuddled as I fingered her more. We all dried off and went inside and watched netflix, she sat on my lap and we made out more. They left soon after that and that's the last I ever saw of them.
Small blonde girl gangbanged by 4 black guys for weed.
Small, hot white blue eyed, blonde university girl fucks a black gang for weed.
I was 20 years old, in university and I wanted to get high as fuck.
"Yo Falzetto got anything?"
"Nah Sammy sorry I'm dry, the whole fuckin campus is dry. Some big raid just happened and nobody's got any."
"Fuck." I said as I hung up. I thought of who I knew off campus. When the cops did big raids it would sometimes take a month or so for good supply to return to the city, and during that time prices would skyrocket. I only had $100 to get me through the next while until my parents took pity on me and wired me some more cash.
I was living in a small apartment just off campus with three former friends, we had a big falling out last month about dishes and shit, it was always tough in University to actually get along with housemates for a full semester.
I racked my brain trying to think of people I knew off campus who may have. Generally us more normal suburban white types would be the last to have, in the weed food chain it was the blacks or Tamils to always have.
Upping the Ante
She tentatively walks through the front door and closed it quietly behind her. Quickly looking around, she takes in the open floor plan, but doesn’t know how welcoming it is as it is totally foreign. She had done as he asked, had parked over on the shady cross street and walked over to house 250 and through the open screen door. She uncertainly called his name, not having an idea what to expect.
He wordlessly approaches from around the corner and she immediately feels the the urge to kiss him. She lets him take her hand and lead her deeper into the house, curiously taking in her surroundings. One door reveals a small bedroom, another looks to be a sewing room. The hallway ends at a larger and presumably master bedroom with a made bed and many windows.
Turning, he finally grants her wish, placing his mouth on hers. His hands immediately clutch at her yearning body and begin undoing buttons and zippers, quickly removing her clothes. Following suit, she pulls his shirt over his head and runs her hands over his back, relishing the opportunity to touch him again.
Come Inside
She flirted with Him, but didn’t expect Him to notice.
She walked up to the house, she knew He was inside.
The tension had begun to grow, and she knew what His intentions had become.
She approached the door, she saw Him standing there. His backside showing, His face unclear. Facing away from her. Naked.
She crept slowly, and quietly opened the door. She thought.
He startled her when He said, “I know you’re there, and I know what you want.” He turned to face her now.
His cock was beautiful.
She wasn’t able to mutter a phrase, only “yes” with a sly smile.
“Take your clothes off, get on your knees and crawl to me.” She obliged.
Speechless. Cautiously removing her clothes, and eager to please Him. Naked now.
He watched her, hard, not just her body but her soul.
“Get ready for exactly what you deserve. Flirting with me all afternoon like a little slut, what did you think would happen?!” He smirked.
She crawled long slow strides, glancing at Him with passion in her eyes.