I watch you walk up to my door and enter slowly- you step in boldly and immediately hesitate.
I quickly say "How can I help you?" as my eyes quickly take you in. Gorgeous. Not fitting any defined pattern, just my personal taste. The world at large may not find you beautiful- the world is not in my office. Just you and I. I watch you hesitate for a moment and speak haltingly, telling your story, looking serious then casting your gaze down as I focus on your lips. I listen with a practiced ear. Hearing most of it before, my mind wanders to your manner, your appearance, wondering at your story, your life before coming to me. My eyes roam over you as opportunity presents- when you point down, my gaze slides quickly down your body, when you tap your chest my gaze lingers. I look away for a moment, pondering. Is she thinking what I'm thinking?
I look back to you quickly and ask a question. Your blush intrigues me, your quick gaze makes me wonder… Your stuttered reply starts slowly, gains confidence, then halts for a moment on a blush, suddenly conscientious of my gaze on you. I gaze passively on your face, thinking of… Suddenly you bend over with a flush to dig in your bag, your blouse gaping to expose a view of your breasts- twin mounds of imagined perfection. My gaze starts to shift away to protect your modesty. I stop it, bring it back and lave my eyes over your soft curves. My eyes wander like a slow caress, my gaze attempting to push the material away. You shift, more falls away and my eyes now gently push on the exposed crown. Do you feel my touch, I wonder? Your sudden movement tears my gaze off its imagined tryst and finds your blushing face. Discovered? Or… just from standing quickly. I smile just in case and ask another question in a soft voice. Your gulp as you respond makes me wonder… I notice the hair tucked behind your ear and watch as you move an imaginary strand back in place. I see the pulse in your neck, see your gaze out of the corner of my eye, too distracted to think of your eye brushing across my chest and arm. I'm not distracted as I see the imagined hair, your head thrown back, your mouth open, eyes staring, face flushed, breath gasping… "What do you think?" Your voice slams into me, my head snaps from the sudden fall and my mind flails. I finally recognize the hesitant, hopeful tone. "No problem- I can take care of this for you right away." You look concerned for a moment, then gratefulness washes over your face. A smile erupts slowly and you quickly turn away, seeming to float out. I contemplate for a moment, trying to recapture the thread of thought… Gone. Were you thinking what I was thinking?
Her First Fantasy [MMF][oral][dp]
Dedicated to my girlfriend, M, a regular here. This is my first erotic story, all for you.
You were busy watching TV and making pasties. I was pretending to write, while actually waiting for a message. A gift for you that needed the right setup.
I had been teasing you all day. Telling you how much I looked forward to you getting home so I can rip your clothes off.
I get a message from him: "Nearly there. About 1 min."
I reply: "Wait outside and don't knock. I'll come get you when she's ready."
I walk over and kiss you.
"Hello." You replied smoothly. You had just dyed your hair pink again and wore a black and red little dress that you still had on from our day at the wine-tasting. You were the sexiest girl there, but not just naturally; you had an agenda. You dressed like that to impress your crush. The hot young guy with the piercing eyes. You dressed like that so that you could see him look you over, undress you with his eyes. Well, you would get that chance in more ways than one.
A night with me
I would start with holding your hand, taking a walk and talking. Coming back and we would open a bottle of Merlot. Then we would talk and at some point hug and hugging would lead to cuddling and cuddling would lead to making out. Our tongues would explore each other for as long as it took for me to have your energy signature memorized forever. At different points I would suck on your lips and then lightly nibble them and tug on them. Occasionally I would move over to your ear lobes and lick, nibble and suck on them. Finally I would reach down once during this point to feel your wetness and lick it off my fingers. I would come back to your lips for a minute then start kissing your neck, licking it and sucking on it lightly, not hard enough to cause any blood to come to the surface.
You would explore the contours of my ears with your tongue too and then lick my neck and down to my nipples, you would lick and suck on my nipples some and run your hand down into my pants and grasp my firmness and I would gasp.
Harmoni Goes Black for the First Time
In other words, here is how I became hooked on big black cock almost fourteen years ago. This is a true story! Only the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent!
I was happily married in an open relationship. Hubby and I would play as a couple with other couples. We would often find a single man to bring into the mix. Hubby always liked to watch me. So, I was encouraged to look my best and show off my assets. I also enjoyed flirting with the men who complimented my dress. All in all I was a very happy woman in a happy relationship. What happened next changed everything in our lives.
It all started innocently enough. It was springtime and when the weather was nice, I would go and watch my husband’s various city league sports teams play. Since these games were after work, I was usually dressed in a professional but sexy manner. One day after a game, “FJ” (one of his best friends) complimented my ass. I was wearing some very tight slacks and knee high boots with 4 inch heels. When he said my ass looked good and it was clear I was working out, I couldn’t believe it! I never thought he had noticed me (except in a polite married to a good friend manner) but as soon as he said those words, my pussy started to drip. It was obvious he liked something else about me.
Do You Want It: Part 1 [MF][Reluc][Bd][Oral][2nd Person]
You wake up in the same room. Water drips nearby. You cannot tell if it drips from the ceiling, from a faucet, from a pipe. You turn your head to listen, to look, but something still covers your face. You try to move, but your wrists remain bound above your head; your legs spread, your ankles tethered to something. You feel a mattress beneath you: sheets, pillow, and blanket. The room feels cool, smells damp like a basement. The walls feel close like a cell.
CLINK The sound startles you. You have wanted and dreaded interaction, hoping for answers, fearing them. A door opens and slams shut. Your breath is fast, shallow, quiet. You strain to listen. Your thighs squeeze in a vain attempt to close your legs. Your wrists pull against the rope that keeps your arms up, your torso exposed. Beneath the fabric that covers your face, your wide eyes stare, unblinking. Your heart thuds, pumps power to muscles that cannot move.
Start of my new short erotic fiction story, first time writing
My idea for the scenario was to be set in Ancient Greece. The female character is a member of the mythical all-women Amazon tribe who gets selected to kidnap and mate with a young man from a nearby village. Basically she kidnaps him and has her way with him. So far I have just started working on one of the sex scenes. I've never really written anything before so I'm not sure if my writing is any good. Below is what I have so far:
Within the tent, Alexius lay face up on a bed of soft-furred animal skins, a small blanket draped across his lap. Four lengths of rope tied around his wrists and ankles secured his limbs to the thick wooden spikes of the tent. Helene shed her clothing and stood over him, feeling the warm summer air against her naked skin as she contemplated where to begin.
She straddled his chest and gently lowered herself until she was resting upon him. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest pressing into her groin as he breathed, his hot breath tickling her inner thighs. She gazed straight down into his deep brown eyes and rifled her fingers through his thick black curls of hair.
Veronika and Rachel: Two Roommate’s Can’t Help Themselves [FF]
Hey guys! If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.
Hope you enjoy!
The door was thrown open and Veronika came shooting through it with a stride that would have knocked a man on his back. Her bag hit the floor and her feet the coffee table as she flung herself onto the couch. A long discontented sigh slipped from her mouth, underscoring the peel of leather rolling on and off her skin like glue.
The door slammed shut.
Rachel’s upper body poked out of her bedroom, her eyes quickly shooting down to make sure her tits popped in this shirt. Check. “Trouble at lunch?”
Veronika did not answer for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the roof. Rachel had seen that look before; in waiting rooms, on hospital beds and aside fiery wrecks: it was the unmistakable look of the recently damned. Rachel had asked a patient once what was behind that thousand yard stare. She had responded: nothing but the weight of the world all your expectations had just moved to. This was the slack jawed stare of those with rapidly changing circumstances.
Wife walks in Drunk [MF]
(This is from a dirty writing prompt I posted to. You guys should check out that subreddit. Enjoy! )
My Craigslist adventure [F/M] (Part 1)
First time poster here so let me know what you think and if you would like more, thanks.
I was feeling adventurous one day so decided that I could try my hand on Craigslist, so I made a posting saying that I was looking for a good fucking with anal play etc. Naturally the emails came flooding in from everywhere, most were just people saying meet now. I wasn’t willing to meet right away so they were out, and after about a day of nothing but weirdoes, I was about to give up, but then I noticed an email from a guy, Alex, who said that he loved my photos, but lived a fair bit away from me all though he was going to be spending a night at a hotel in the city center in a few weeks and would like to meet up then. He had attached a few photos of himself, he was older than me, probably around 30 , but pretty hot, slim build but relatively muscular, of course there was a dick pic, but it was actually quite nice, his whole body not just his dick which was a change than most I'd received.
Whistle blower [MF]
My second post. I'm writing a book about a golden whistle that has magical powers. Before I decided to make a real book out of it, I had written down some stories, that now provide the 'legend' background. Hope you enjoy, love to hear your thoughts.
It’s the year 1899. The end of a century is nearby and society in Boston is getting ready for a new era. Factories are everywhere and money is being made throughout all social classes. One class in particular is doing well: the higher middle class. Owners of factories and shops have lots of money to spend and are forming their own group. This group is mainly settling in Back Bay, a neighborhood where Victorian brownstone homes are the reflection of money. With money comes freedom and the first signs of independence are showing here and there. Women get done more, and while they’re not working they find their own ways to get through the day. It is here that young officer Joe Checulo works, humming some song. His night shift has just begun and while the sun is setting, he walks along the big houses filled with hard working men and their wives and daughters.