I have been CNA and worked for a home health agency for awhile. I don't where I will be sent. I got my assignment for somewhere relatively close to me for once so I was already excited. Now more than 99.9% of patients are old with some form of dimentia. Not really expecting anything else I knocked on the door of the client's house. This beautiful woman opened the door. Her auburn hair was swept up into a messy bun and she while she smiled with pearl white teeth I could tell she was tired. "Hi! Oh thank God you're here. Come in come in!" I've gotten this response before so I just followed her. Assuming she was the daughter of the client I thought really nothing else as we walked to the back with her explaining the details of what she wanted me to do. Then I saw him, her husband. If she was beautiful then he was a demigod. He had broad shoulders, sun kissed skin, jet black hair cut in a crew cut and ice blue eyes. Stunned I stopped and just stared. In that moment I imagined myself standing at his alter, offering my small palebody as a sacrifice. I was quickly brought back by wife saying, "I know we get this a lot. My husband was in car accident and has lost his legs." He pulls the blankets back and I see his stubs. "Okay I'm gonna go run some errands. He needs a bed bath and then just keep him company till I get back, okay? Alright sweetheart love you and don't break this one!! Kay bye sweetie!" The wife leaves and I go collect my materials for the bath. Once I get ready I stand before him and can hear my heart about to beat out of chest. I take a deep breath to collect myself and start. I begin by washing his hair, his face, hands and arms. His biceps are huge and I catch myself linger for a moment, catch myself and go down to his pits. Then as I start moving down his shoulders to his chest I can feel his gaze piercing through me. I look up and trying to smile I ask if everything was okay? "You know what my wife meant about keeping me company and being careful right?" Confused stop cleaning him and I ask for clarification. He throws the sheets back again fully exposing his thick hard cock. "Most of you guys can't keep off it. Completely shocked I take a step back and ask what he means all the while staring at his amazing body and what about his wife? "She know no one comes before her but that I have other needs that she can fulfill. All I can do if fight My urge to jump on him. I tell how unprofessional this is and I could lose my job. He laughs and says he know exactly what I was thinking about as I stared at him. No he wasn't gonna tell anyone, his wife wasn't so was I? "Well no but oh God what am I gonna do?" I back up against the wall and slide down putting my face in my hands completely embarrassed. Was it that obvious? This was too good to be real and there had to be a catch. "Come here man. I promise I won't bite unless you want me to." I start laughing, man this guy has everything: beauty and humor I'm sure his only flaw is that he can't be perfect. I get up and walk over to him. "Now where were we?" I pick up the cloth and start washing his chest, he grabs my hand and it takes everything in me not collapse right into his lap. He draws me in closer and kisses me. His lips are supple but his kiss is firm. I can feel myself climbing into his bed, pulling off my scrubs, exposing my skinny pale body. I lay beside him, kissing while I feel his hands explore my body. "You look even better naked" he chuckles. Then I feel him grip my cock and I shutter. I attempt to move but he is so strong and tells me to relax and I will get to feel him in due time. He starts pumping slowly, as his pace quickens he starts to kiss down my neck, shoulders, chest, stomach and finally I feel him. I can't help but moan as I feel his blowing me. I run my hands over his head and when I look down our eyes locks. "Give it to me buddy." I start pumping faster and look at him. "I'm gonna cum." "I know, I want it," he says and contines to let me fuck his mouth. Then I feel my body tighen and I explode in his mouth. I don't remember unloading that much but then I am more amazed he swallows every drop. When I feel nothing left he comes up and tells me to open his mouth. We start kissing then I can taste my cum. We're sharing it and it turns me on more. "Ah damn you already started. What did I miss?" There his wife was in nothing but a pair of panties, sitting in a chair. Holy shit what had I walked into?…
Artistic License {Part 4} [FF] [first person] [nc, seduction]
I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. Last week I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. In my last entry I told you about my decision to give her much larger breasts and – just for fun – a cock.
I woke up the next morning with one arm curled up in front of me and the other thrown over Summer's waist. I nuzzled my face in her hair and breathed in her scent, just enjoying the moment. Then I opened my eyes to see the streak of blue by the pink in her hair and grinned. Oh yeah, this is going to be a good morning, I thought to myself.
“In the Library” (Part 2)
I grabbed your wrist, softly but firmly, and led you out of the elevator. It was 10:30 by this time, and a good number of the people had begun to leave the library for the night. While the floor was far from deserted, there were now several desks and tables available along the walls. You began to walk towards a table, but I stopped you, pulling you in front of, and then into me…
“Too many people” I whispered into your ear. Using my free hand I grabbed a quick handful of your ass and pushed you the other direction, back towards the lonely corned where the bean bags were calling our names.
Walking past all of the book stacks, I had my eyes open for an empty row, with nobody at the desks at either end. Finally, three rows from the end I spotted one, and I quickly turned the corner, dragging you in behind me by the wrist. As soon as we were maybe a third of the way to the other side, I stopped so suddenly that you nearly kept walking right into me. Before you even had the chance however, I spun around and grabbed your left shoulder with one hand, placing my other beneath your shirt on your hip.
My first foray into the world of Erotic Fiction… Figured I may as well tackle the library cliche at my first chance. Here goes… Let me know what you think! (Part 2 in the comments)
In the library…
The day had finally come, when we were assigned our group project for the Modern Social Issues class. I'd had my eye on you for months, since first sitting down in the class late in August. Never quite being able to work up the courage to talk to you, I thought that this might finally be my chance…
The professor told us that we were to choose our groups on our own outside of class, and as the clock finally ticked past 11:55, I jumped for the door, hoping to catch you outside.
I saw you walking past me and I didn't quite know what to do, the best that I could manage was following you from afar, out of the building and down the walkway past our building. I was 15 feet behind you, eyes locked on your amazingly tight figure, and your ass swaying so invitingly in your tight white pants… Then, out of nowhere, opportunity struck.
High School 2
In high school my English class went out to the school garden (we had a garden in the back of our school and my teacher liked to read outside). We could go anywhere in the garden and read. I went to the farthest, secluded corner where there were many trees. I figured that no one could find me there, so I started to read alone.
After a while I heard someone coming. Then I saw So, the second hottest girl in the class, who always wore yoga pants. She said, "Hey," and sat down in front of me. She put her book down and said, "This is so boring." I said, "I know, I wish I could be doing something more interesting." She replied, "Why don't we?" She moved forward so that she was sitting between my knees. She put her legs on top of my legs and started to unzip my pants. She pulled them down and saw my boner in my boxers. Her shirt came off, and she slowly unclipped her bra. It fell and I saw her perfect boobs and nipples. I leaned forward and sucked/licked her nipples. She pulled down my boxers and grabbed my dick. She started to rub it, then moved closer to it. She pulled down her pants and was left in only her panties. These I pulled off, then she wrapped her legs around me and inserted my dick into her pussy. I would thrust my dick in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
The Visitor Entertains (Sneak Peek #3) [MMF, pegging]
Here's a bit from a piece that I've just finished, The Visitor Entertains. I'd love to know what you think!
The Visitor Entertains, pt. III A Friendly Ménage Tale
Afterward, they lay together on the pullout bed that somehow never got folded away and watched a basketball game. The Hawks were losing, and so somewhere around the third quarter, Lea simply reached into their boxers — they’d never put their pants back on — and began stroking them. Even though their focus remained on the game, she knew she had their attention. “Guys? You up to play some more?”
“Always,” answered Sean, his eyes heavy-lidded in a manner that might have made her think he was falling asleep if she didn’t know from experience just how much flame that look hid.
Andy simply turned away from the TV and looked at her.
“What you got in mind, Lea-baby?” Sean sighed, his cock gaining length under her fingers. “You want to try that strap-on tonight?”
Andy took a breath. Looking at Sean as she was, Lea couldn’t tell if it was a gasp of surprise at Sean’s question, or at the movement of her hand up and down his burgeoning flesh.
[MF], Oral, Submissive, Cheat: A Quick Stop in Baton Rouge
He sat across the table from her in the diner. Two cups of coffee steamed between them, un-touched. She looked down at the table and licked her lips.
“It’s . . . good to see you again,” she said.
“You too,” he replied.
May was overweight. Fat, in fact, she’d put on fifty pounds since he’d last seen her. But her hair was long, and rich and healthy, tumbling about in auburn waves. Her eyes were still a glacial blue. She glanced up at him and brushed her thick hair back over her shoulder. She licked her lips again. Reaching down, she pulled the heavy knit sweater down over her mom jeans and swallowed.
“Thanks. It’s been a long time.”
“So,” she said, licking her lips. “You still married?”
“Yep,” he grinned, “25 years this year, with a five-year engagement at the beginning, we’ve been together 30 years.”
He reached across the table and took her hand in his. She sighed.
“Happy?”
“Mostly. Nothing’s perfect. I understand you’re married, too.”
She swallowed. “Eight years. We, um, we have one daughter.”
He raised an eyebrow.
Jenni Can’t Resist Her Fiancee’s Big Brother [mf, cheating, blowjob]
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Reaching around behind her, Jenni made sure both of the doors locks were firmly twisted in place and took a step towards the man awaiting her. She felt a breath she had never remembered taking seep out of her chest and a bite come over her lip.
“I've been thinking about you all day.” The words tumbled out of her, and she found herself smiling. Nothing grandiose, just an upturn in her lips, a little something to show off her pearly whites. She knew he liked that.
How good he looked, bathed in the days light streaming through the windows. He was sitting on the couch, a very different smile forming on his lips as his eyes trailed up and down her body. He was not nearly as dressed up, favoring jeans and plain red tee shirt. She didn't mind – with a body like that he could have been walking around in a onesie and her jaw would hit the floor. Her panties too.
Random Encounter
I've never written erotic literature before, I did this on a dare. I'm sorry if it's not particularly erotic.
Koldo looked at her face over the table, she was saying something that was truly interesting, but he couldn't stop comparing the tiny differences between what he expected and what she turned out to be. It was like seeing the superposition of two people, a blurry overlay, an aura over the reality of her. And it was getting in the way, because she was so much more than he had imagined. Every tiny movement, the way her neck moved, her fingers when she gripped of her glass of beer, her eyes rolling under her heavy lids, caught him in a temporal vortex, stopping time and sucking him into a tiny eternity of attraction.
He had no idea how he had gotten in this situation. A random person, someone he never met, now was the entirety of his focus. An accident on the street, looking the wrong way, bump, accidentally placing his hand on her chest and dropping her book. He had no way of saying anything, once he perceived her. He never came back to himself. Whoever came back, it was not Koldo. Just his shadow, a mammal, his need.
Fingered on the Subway [MF][FICTION]
His eyes aren't pretty. They are arrogant and distant. He is somewhere else. She decides not to look at them, that way it won’t matter. He doesn't look at her either. She knows he’s been on the subway for a while, so has she. Riding the train back and forth, destination to destination, she noticed him as she walked from one end of the train to the other. He never noticed her. He’s just been sitting there in the same seat, back and forth. But he isn't there. He is sitting there, but he is somewhere else. She stands up, walks the two steps across the subway car and sits down next to him. He doesn't look at her. She is glad. They each just sit. She takes off her jacket and places it across her lap. She reaches over and places her hand on his. He turns his head to look at her. He looks annoyed; her touch brought him back into reality, back to the subway. He turns back away. She tightens her grip. He doesn't respond. Slowly she moves his hand in hers, pulling it under her jacket and sliding it up her inner thigh. It leaves a trail of warmth, a pathway. She holds it in place against her cotton panties. He curls his fingers, pressing the tips into the lips of her vagina, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric. This is his only reaction. He doesn't turn back, he doesn't smile, or laugh, or protest, but his eyes are still there. She feels him pull aside her wet panties. She feels him pry her open. She feels him push one finger inside her. He still doesn't look at her. She is still glad. Rhythmically his finger slides in and out. He rubs her clit with his thumb. Gently. The muscles in her thighs tighten. Her toes curl inside her too big black boots. He pushes in another finger. She closes her eyes. She can feel his fingers trace circles inside her. He rubs his thumb harder, pushing deeper. She arches her back and slightly lifts herself off the seat. Without removing his fingers he pushes her back down. She tightens. She comes. She can feel the subway train slow. She reaches into her lap and pulls his hand, places it back onto his knee. She stands up, puts her jacket back on, walks the two steps and gets off the subway. Then she turns and she waits for the next train. [xpost r/sexstories]