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The Addict – Part 2 (m/f, office sex, erotica, humor)

She smirked. "You're funny, Gary, and kind of attractive in an overgrown high school jock kind of a way. Sorry. That was inappropriate, I'm sure you'll want to report me to HR."

"Not at all. For the record, I find you to be a very nice looking woman." Then I panicked. "Please don't report me to HR, I need this job, oh crap, sorry, me and my big mouth."

She laughed out loud. "Nice to hear a compliment, it's been awhile. A long while. Shit, did I just say that out loud? I've been here for twelve hours already, I think I'm getting loopy."

"While we're saying stuff out loud, I am compelled to tell you that a button came off your blouse and I can see your bra. But let me say this, the view is pretty amazing." Damn my brain, what an asshole.

She looked down at her chest and shrugged. "Hey, gotta take a cheap thrill once in awhile, right?"

"That's not a cheap thrill ma'am, that is like a million dollar view." Hey, I was on a roll, so I decided to just go for it. Read more »

Her wet fantasy.

You open the door. Turning your back to find me. You feel my hands over your eyes from behind surprising you. I kiss your neck and my hand makes it's way up your dress. Feeling your skin rise as I move up. Body filled with anticipation. I feel warmth as I near you. Gently grazing then drawing my hand back away. Kissing your neck again. You try to move my hand from your eyes. I spin you around. Hand on the bottom of your back I pull you close to me. Deeply kissing you then biting your lip. We both smile. My hand grabs your ass lifting you to your toes. My hands move up you dress again this time actually using my fingers through your panties. Rubbing. Your lips quiver. My hands leave lifting up your dress over your head. I kiss around the brim of your bra. I pick you up finally leaving the entrance of the door. Carrying you to the bed. You wrap your legs around my waist. Grinding into me. Wanting me to lay you down and fuck you. I lay you down. Me following shortly behind. Kissing your collar bone and your neck I move down paying special attention to your breasts. My left hand makes it's way down teasing and rubbing. My right hand in clasps your bra. Revealing your hard nipples. I bite one then the next getting a rise out of you. Left and still rubbing moves under the brim of your panties. Teasing you with the thought of moving down I feel your skin right under the only cover you have left. Then suddenly my fingers find there way to where you want them so bad. You exhale. Your hand moves pushing them deeper. Now my head is between your legs fingers still in you I like. All around feeling you wet. I nibble your clit. Pulling it with my teeth while I lick. Your legs twitch. I speed up letting go with my teeth now just licking sucking and fingering. Your hand grabs me. Wanting me to move. I don't. I feel you getting warmer and warmer. Tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter. I please you until you can't take it.

As the World Ends [MF, oral, post-apocalyptic]

She was at school when the war started. No one had expected it to really happen, this was the sort of thing that happened in other countries. It was bombs at first. Power outages. Looting. It was dangerous outside. And then school was cancelled. And food stopped being delivered. The phones went dead.

She didn't know if she was the first person to quit talking and start walking, but she may have been one of the most famous. She had been the most places it seemed. No one knew her name and she wouldn't break her silence to tell them. But when she walked through a town, or part of a city, a hush fell. It wasn't so much what she was, but what she stood for. What was lost.

Town and cities, after the first few, were easy. The walkers were given food and shelter by both sides. It was the roads between that made her think it was a mad plan. Jesse hadn't spoken to her in more than a year, since well before the war. She didn't know if he would come with her or let her stay. She was half starved and filthy. She walked because he was the only person she wanted to be with when world ended. Read more »

Saneya: Pain or Pleasure [Mf, nc, huml, sm, fantasy]

(This story is based in a fantasy land. The main character, Saneya, has been taken captive by magicians after the slaughter of her family and race. She is being held in a fortress….) (p.s. sorry for this being kinda dark; I'm just exploring what I've felt since I was 6. Also, I'm brand-new to erotica, so suggestions for improvement are welcome.)

Stabbing pain coursed through Saneya’s head, bringing her to wakefulness. Her body trembled from dehydration and weariness. Her arms were completely numb from being stretched above her head for hours, perhaps days. She lay flat on her back, ankles and wrists bound; her neck also was fastened to the icy metal table beneath her, prohibiting her from turning her neck. Her breath came in short, miniscule gasps; she hadn’t been able to breathe properly since she was placed on the torture table. A cool breeze danced along her naked skin, causing her to shiver endlessly. The wounds she had been given at the battle had healed partially, and the scabs were hard and black. No infection. Read more »

Rocko is love, Rocko is life (WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS)

(This is a parody of "Shrek Is Love, Shrek Is Life".)

I was only 12 years old. I loved Rocko's Modern Life so much, I had all of the episodes on DVD. Every night I masturbate to Rocko's feet, thanking him for the modern life I've been given.

"Rocko is love." I say. "Rocko is life."

My dad hears me and tells me that stereotypical faggots like me are ruining the show's chances of returning from the dead. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Rocko. I call him an idiot. He slaps me and sends me to bed.

I'm crying now, and my face hurts. I lie in bed, cold and bitter. Suddenly, a warm hand touches my shoulder.

It's Rocko. I'm so ecstatic.

Taking his clothes off, he whispers in my ear.

"This is my house."

Rocko jumps onto my back with his powerful and sexy kangaroo legs and pulls my pants down as I get down on my hands and knees.

I spread my ass cheeks for Rocko. His surprisingly huge Aussie dick penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Rocko. Read more »

My first time with a very shy woman (Part 2)

At first, I run my tongue up the length of your pussy, slowly making my way to your clit. I let the tip of my tongue glide over your swollen clit. Your taste makes me weak and I take a deep breath – warm air rushes over your clit. Finally, I take your clit into my mouth – rhythmically sucking and licking your clit. As I feast on you, I gently brush the fingers of right hand across your inner thigh using only my fingertips. With my fingers reaching the outer edges of your pussy, I slowly tease every fold with the tip of my middle finger. I shift to being gentle with your clit – slowly and deliberately flicking my tongue in various directions – making you want to beg me to take it back in my mouth. Gradually, I work one finger inside of your pussy – in a circular motion first teasing the inner wall – then turning my wrist over so the pad of my middle finger can lightly massage your g-spot. Slowly I glide a second finger inside of you, both now massaging your g-spot – at the same time as I devour your clit. The reaction of your body turns me on – your pussy is soaking wet, your body is writhing with pleasure, and I can feel your muscles tense up as you move towards having an orgasm. With your legs spread far apart, the mixture of your cum and my saliva flows down the length of your. Your legs begin to shake and you grab onto my left hand and squeeze as you come to the edge of orgasm. At the last possible second before you release a tsunami of pleasure from between your legs, I remove my fingers from inside of you and release your clit from my mouth. The anticipation of an intense orgasm has you breathing heavily and as I stop, you take in a deep breath wondering, “why?” Read more »

My first time with a very shy woman (Part 1)

EDIT: This very tame story was too much for her. So at least I know that there is no future between us.

NOTE: This was written for a woman who I recently met. We are incredibly attracted to each other, but she is very shy and reserved in bed. I wrote this for her to describe how a very tame encounter between the two of us might unfold. Normally I am extremely aggressive – doing this would require an enormous amount of self restraint on my part. Read more »

I stay under your desk. [M/f] [Oral]

I am your desk slave. I stay under your desk until you are ready to use my throat to forget about your work.

I am on my knees, stowed away and salivating, waiting to accept my order. My greatest joy, I finally feel it. Your hand slips around my throat and pulls me closer towards your lap. This is my favorite moment. I feel fulfilled to serve my purpose in your life. I am wanted, never needed. You pull me halfway to your lap and I come towards you completely. I do as you wish silently, never needing more direction. I feel a bulge through your slacks and I try carefully to keep my hands from trembling as I undo your leather belt. I slip the button out of the loop as your cock throbs and attempts to escape from your slacks. I draw the zipper down slowly, wanting to bathe in the anticipation. Your boxers are so soft, Sir. If only you never had to work again and I could lay my head in your lap forever. Read more »

Disciplined by the Matronatrix: An Excerpt from Velocirapture by Desdemona Devereaux

“You must void yourself of sentimentality.”

Those words had been spoken to her long ago, when she was an apprentice at the Salaxastrum Academy of the Spirit-sciences. The school was governed under the strict auspices of the Matronati, women who had mastered the art of harnessing the energies that raged inside them.

From the age of ripening young women who showed promise would begin their instruction on the theory of drawing upon their salaxual energies. It wasn’t until the age of nineteen that Lexxia began to practice calling upon and controlling those energies. Some did not begin the Drawing until they were much older and some never advanced to that level, but Lexxia had been exceptional. And no one understood that better than the Matronatrix, the headmistress of the order. She constantly pushed Lexxia to reach within herself and beyond herself to realize that potential.

But that attention was not appreciated by Lexxia at the time. The Matronatrix did not offer her attentions lightly and her private lessons were often hard-learned.

At that moment Lexxia had proved a particular disappointment to her mentor. Bent over her instructor’s desk, Lexxia reluctantly pulled up her skirt to receive her reward for earning that disapproval. Read more »