The New Neighbor

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Cheryl walked outside her door to a bright and sunny day.

"Lovely," she said out loud as she made her way to her car. Hitting the button to unlock the doors she noticed a moving van in the neighboring driveway. Had someone finally bought the house? She was still a bit early to meet her girlfriend Sharron at the mall so she decided it might be a good idea to meet these new neighbors. She walked around the white fence that separated the driveways.

There was movement inside the van. "Hello?" she said. "Is someone in there?"

The movement stopped. A moment later a young man hopped from the back. He was roughly six foot with blond hair in an almost crew-cut style. His build wasn't particularly impressive, but he could have been military. "Ugh," thought Cheryl. Military men had never been her thing, even less so when she was cheated on by her ex-husband who had been a military man himself. She ultimately chalked it up to her going for something outside of her normal preferences. It never would have worked out. Read more »

Proper Respect [FM] [MDom] [bondage]

Mild domination: the carrot is mightier than the stick.

Though it's the measured look in his eyes that always makes me tremble, even just the smell of him gets me hot. That's never more true than when he leans over me like this, his teeth nibbling on my neck and his cock twitching deep within my slit. I'm already gasping from the two orgasms that tumbled so quickly after the other they were nearly simultaneous. His hands move away from my breasts to caress down my thighs, encased in long socks by special request. His strokes become long and languorous: enough to keep me moaning, but not enough to build me to the next precipice.

My legs tighten around his waist. I know I can't persuade him to change his mind but I try anyway. My voice takes on a sweetly pleading tone. "More. Please, more."

With a handsome smirk, he pulls his cock back until only the head remains lightly rocking at the very opening of my pussy. Teasing me. "Only if you ask with proper respect." The light, even whisper didn't need volume for me to recognize the demand behind the words. Read more »

I Seduced My High School English Teacher.It Was Totally Worth It [fM]

“Blood, sex, and death.” Those were the three things Mr. Fitzpatrick taught us were part of every gothic horror novel. He was the high school english teacher I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered on me when he said the second word. Sex.

I was a senior then, about to graduate. Glued to my seat even in the late, late spring when my classmates were terminally zoned out, focused on graduation, the summer ahead of them, college. But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up and jeans that were just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part.

He was the new cute teacher this year, the one the girls whispered about between classes. Mr. Fitzpatrick is looking good today. I’d tried to pretend I wasn’t one of them before, it’s not interesting to have the same crush as everyone else. But his charm was undeniable, who else could make the classics so sexy? Every day when he taught his inflection would bounce up and down with passion as he taught us about Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson. Read more »

Marks, a short poem bout when dat bitch be scratchin you and shit

Her hands rush over my body like the tide rolling in. Slowly, creeping up to my neck but then, quickly retracted so she can run her nails down my chest one more time. The marks that she leaves are the best part. An orgasm will come and go (no pun intended) but the deep scratches she leaves scattered across my torso will stay to remind me. Each one like a snowflake, individual in its own right and always different from the last. Everytime I see them in the mirror, for one second, I can almost be back in that moment. I can feel her nails digging into my skin out of pure pleasure of that one instance. I can hear her soft moan rolling out in ecstasy, with hot breath being rushed onto my neck. Oh how she feels pressed against me… Just to relive that moment in the blink of an eye makes me bite my lip and want more. My lust for her is insatiable and the marks she leaves only serve to remind me how much I need her touch.

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Kristie and Arthur, Pt 2 [mf/oral]

Author's Note: This is an excerpted sex scene from a novel I'm working on, so the details of the characters' descriptions aren't mentioned much in this passage.

For your imagination: Kristie is 23 years old, has long blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is average height, has a trim and fit hourglass figure, with long legs, and DD/E-cup breasts. Arthur is 26 years old, has short red hair and blue eyes. He's a bit on the short side, but keeps himself in good lean shape.

Feedback is much appreciated.

“We got the rest of the night to ourselves,” Kristie said as she and Arthur walked out the pub’s door.

“Are you sure it’s okay with Hailey and Glenda?” Arthur asked, watching Glenda lock up the pub.

“Relax. Glenda offered,” Kristie said. “She gave us her blessing.”

“Blessing?” Arthur said incredulously. “She’s gone out of her way to keep us apart for the last three days.”

“It was just a test to see if we can still work together; and we passed.”

Arthur smirked and took a deep breath through his nose. “Nearly failed half a dozen times. I can’t keep my eyes and my mind off you.” Read more »

Kristie and Arthur, Pt 1 [mf/oral]

Author's Note: This is an excerpted sex scene from a novel I'm working on, so the details of the characters' descriptions aren't mentioned much in this passage.

For your imagination: Kristie is 23 years old, has long blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is average height, has a trim and fit hourglass figure, with long legs, and DD/E-cup breasts. Arthur is 26 years old, has short red hair and blue eyes. He's a bit on the short side, but keeps himself in good lean shape.

Feedback is much appreciated.

Arthur was more nervous than ever. With Hailey gone, he was now alone with Kristie, in a dark room, on a couch.

During the movie, Kristie had progressively made herself more comfortable, going so far as to rest her head on his lap. She had asked him if it was okay, and he had of course said yes, but all the Red Stag and beer he had drank was doing nothing to calm his nerves. He had been sporting a semi since the second she had first laid her head on his lap. Read more »

Claiming His Prey [fantasy][impreg][werewolf m/f]

(This was written at request by another user.)

Claiming his Prey

The moon hung full and bright against a starless sky.

He stalked through the forest on light feet, gliding through the wood in a big grey blur. Man-scent hung heavy in the air, a smell too strong for his nose to ignore. How long he had been in these woods, he could not say. Too long, he thought. Too long without a pack or a mate.

He leapt into the tall evergreens, scanning the forest. His night-sight was as sharp as ever; he observed every living, breathing thing with a far-seeing eye. Creatures of all kinds roamed about his domain. Deer, rabbits, foxes, his four-legged brethren. Yet the human escaped his gaze.

The scent remained in his nostrils, the scent of sweat and fear and…perfume? He leapt down from his branch, kicking up leaves and dirt as he bounded further into the wood. The scent carried far, growing bolder as he grew closer to the source. He tasted it now, the man-scent. Sharp and acrid, salty and sweet all at once. His mouth watered, his hunger stirred. She was close. Read more »

Wrote a Short Erotica Story For a Friend and Wanted to Know Where I Should Go From Here?

As the title states, I recently wrote this 3 page story in about 2-3 hours for a friend of mine and I'm wondering if I should write more separate stories, rewrite this into a longer short story, or something completely different? My friend enjoyed of story a lot, but I'm unsure if that was because I just tailored it to her kinks. There are some parts that I think could work better if I rewrite them, but personally I thought the first three paragraphs where pretty good. Please be and brutal and honest as necessary, but I's prefer if it could stay constructive. Without further adieu, I'll include the story:

Satisfaction

It started with a brush against the thigh. Neither of them consciously thought twice about it, but it lingered and simmered in the back of their minds, longing to be expressed. Hours passed, as did days and weeks, but the thought still remained and began to surface. Both subtly tried to hint for attention, though that went unrequited due to their oblivious natures. They both wanted it so bad but couldn’t find the words, leaving them to masturbate alone, thinking of one another, longing for their touch. She began to where new fragrances, blouses, and underwear, anything to get his attention. While he foolishly “kept it cool” and acted as if he didn’t notice, though he saw every change, every haircut, every sideways forlorn glance and he wanted her touch so bad. Read more »

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(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy Assfuck

She didn't look in my direction. She just walked straight into the store. Picked up three tops and headed toward the changing rooms.

"Good girl, Darla" I whispered to myself.

Two minutes later she appeared with only two tops in hand. She dumped these and made straight for the exit. She had come to play.

"Excuse me but I need you to come with me to my office. Follow me."

She feigned ignorance and annoyance at being caught stealing once again. But she was a terrible actress. No one was watching. The performance was all for me. Good girl.

I'll admit to feeling slightly awkward when we did get to my office but Darla cut that tension by hitching her denim skirt up slightly to show me her trimmed bush. This was new territory for us.

The last time I'd explored every vein and artery that intertwined on her massive, over-ripe tits. I'd chugged on them, spat all over them, chewed and ruined them. She had taken my dick between those pale milky cannons and I'd finished between them with thick salvos of hot spunk.

This time Darla wanted some attention. Read more »

She gave her ass to me that she promised to her future husband.

She gave me her ass she promised her boyfriend when they get married

She was crying saying she can't do it she is scared and promised her boyfriend she would finally give it to him for her first time after they get married.

Her logical mind was stuck on her boyfriend. Her emotional mind however was starting to shift. I was the alpha male. I was the guy she would do everything for. I was the guy who was currently pounding her pussy better then her boyfriend could ever dream.

I was choking the little slut as she was begging for my dick. I thrust-ed my big dick into her while she was on all fours for me getting torn up. Hitting it from the back I could see her pussy stretched out more then it ever has been and this shit turned me on. I was going full animal on her.

She kept looking behind at me in lust as I was giving her this dick. we were both full of sweat and she completely mine in this moment. Every feminine woman wants to submit to a real alpha male no matter how much her rational mind denies this. Her DNA craves this at a subconscious level and 9 out of 10 girls will act out of instincts when a powerful alpha male like myself come into there lives. Read more »