Note to reader – This is my first publicly posted story. I enjoy writing stories of all types but have found women particularly enjoy when I write something erotic. While all my stories I plan on posting here will be fictional they are based off of very real situations. Of course, as many other writers here have done, I do plan on crossing cultural taboos here and they do not always represent how I feel or what I specifically enjoy. I am appealing to more taboo female fantasies just to see what sort of response I get. Although this one is pretty tame that will not always be the case. If you like it please let me know. Disclaimer- I think it's important to respect everyone and just because I write it doesn't necessarily mean you should do it. Without further adieu – Crossing the Line:
Tag: Fisting
Do You Want It:Part 2 [MF] [Oral] [2nd Person] [His POV]
Part 2
You see her enter the bar, order a beer, and turn to look at the room. Her make-up is heavy: black charcoal around her eyes, red lips, pink cheeks. Her hair is ratted in the back. Her black skirt is short; visible at the hem is a run in her stockings that you guess starts at the crotch. Scuff marks dull the tips of her shoes. You think she looks sad, lonely, eager to please someone. Your beer is warm. Your friends are dull. You excuse yourself. You walk directly to her and stop and stare at her face. You guess she is in her mid-30s: typical client. Her head comes to your chest. She is slender, she looks delicate. She diverts her eyes and shrinks left to allow you access to the bar. You want to slam her head down onto the counter, squeeze her ratted hair in your fist, speak into her ear so only she hears you tell her what you plan to do to her in your basement. You order a drink. You feel her looking at you. You ignore her because you know that later you will have as much of her as you want.
[nc][blkmail][Mf] License and Registration, Please
Officer Reynolds, yeah, he's hot, but he's got a fucking stick up his ass like no one else. It might have something to do with the fact that his entire life evolves around law enforcement. His dad is the chief of police and his mother is a lawyer, so perhaps he feels a bit entitled, especially around new recruits. Either way, when he does talk, it's absurdly snobbish. I think he'd be good to eye up if he just kept that trap shut. If you subtract his less attractive features like his arrogance and the way he turns his nose up at everything he deems unworthy, and focus on the more physical features: his chiseled cheekbones, strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, sun-kissed skin, that sexy disheveled brownish hair, and the most perfect body, he's a god. And the way he growls when he is angry. I'm sure a lot of girls would be okay with that for a good fuck.
The Ski Trip Surprise 3 [MM][MMF][oral]
This is the last one of the series. I appreciate the kind comments and PMs of encouragement, despite the anti-MM downvote brigade.
John opened his eyes and found Frank staring at his face with a faint smile. The room was dim, but the morning light peeking in around the edges of the curtains gave enough light to see.
"Mornin'", John mumbled, hoping Frank hadn't gotten second thoughts overnight.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Frank asked as rubbed his arm.
"No," he laughed. "What did I say?"
"Something about looking for your guitar. It was kinda cute." He paused for a moment to sigh. "It made me want to kiss you."
Instead of answering, John scooted closer and slipped his arm under Frank's pillow. The kiss started soft as Frank reached around to pull John close. It was interesting when their bodies touched. The muscled chests, rough stubble, and growing cocks came together under the sheets as the kiss began grow more passionate.
Hugging suddenly in the midst of the heat, Frank buried his face against John's neck, drawing deep breaths. John caressed his hair and back, humming deep in his chest at the tickling kisses he felt on his shoulder.
Garden Party [MF][Strangers] (Part 1)
Kate smiled listlessly at the guests. Emma, Matt,… so many boring people she thought to herself. She suddenly realised she didn't like any of them, her husband included. He gets a promotion, and he throws a dumb garden party, so typical of him. Kate looked around for someone new to talk to, someone exciting. She dressed well for the party, as she always did. A knee high skirt and a black shirt. Yes, sounds plain but Kate could pull it off. At least as much as her age could permit. She would be 46 next month and was dreading the party for her birthday. "Hello Mrs.Stone" said a voice behind Kate. She caught a whiff of the sea from behind her. A sailor? Lets hope he isn't too shy, she thought to herself before turning around. She looked straight into a pair of steely blue eyes. "Hello…" she smiled and extended her arm. The man took her arm and shook it. He was not extremely good looking. But he exuded confidence and had rough good looks. "Have we met before?" Kate asked the man, her hand still in his. "No ma'am. I'm Jason. I used to work with your husband". He finally let go of her hand. He had strong hands, and a muscular torso to go with it. Kate couldn't help thinking what she would let those hands do to her. "How come I've never met you before Jason?" slowly leading him away from the crowd and closer to the fence. "Well ma'am" … "Kate".. "Ok Kate" he smiled at her,"I've been living in England the last couple of years. I worked with your husband before that only for a few months". She nodded silently. They walked silently for a moment. What do I tell him now, Kate thought worryingly. "You don't seem very thrilled at the party Kate" said Jason, breaking the tension. "Yeah well, how can I? You have to admit it is pretty boring" she said in disgust about the party. "Yes. Yes it is. But the last five minutes have been much better" Jason gave her a knowing smile. Kate blushed. She couldn't believe she had just blushed. It had been many years since a man made her blush. But two can play at this, she thought to herself and said "Really? I wonder what it could be?". They were standing next to the fence and staring at each other. He towered above Kate's diminutive 5 foot frame. He looked down on her and said "I have a feeling the next one hour is going to be a blast" Kate didn't take her eyes of him for a second. "You're really confident about yourself" she said her breathing getting heavier. "I am. I also like confident women" Jason placed his hand on hers. Kate looked across at her husband. The asshole was too busy talking to notice. "What are you looking at? I'm right here" said Jason. His voice was so sexy, so deep that it sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear "Your garden shed is a really cute looking building". He walked away into the crows leaving Kate standing there, her heart thumping. She walked to the drinks table and had two shots of vodka. She turned and made her way to her garden shed. She remembered spending time here as a newlywed, rearing new plants. It must have been at least a year since she had entered the place. Looking around and waiting for the opportune moment, she turned the door knob and entered.
Garden Party[FM] [Part 2]
The shed smelt of soil, fertiliser and fresh vegetables. Looks like the gardener hadn't completely ignored it. Kate tried to look around but could see nothing, it was pitch black. She knew there was a switch hanging from the wall somewhere. She stretched out her hand, but grabbed only air. She tried again, and her hands fell on a surface which could only be described as a handsome face. She smiled but stayed silent. She stroked his cheek, and felt the light stubble growing. Her fingers explored his eyebrows forehead and hair. She moved closer and could smell him now. He was sweaty, very sweaty. Obviously this place was a little humid, and Kate was sure she would be sweaty too soon enough. He broke the silence, "You're drunk" he said, placing his hand on her hip.
The Ski Trip Surprise [MM][oral][first]
I got a little carried away with a writing prompt…
"You must be Frank," John said as he extended his hand. The weekend ski trip was a spur of the moment thing, but the only downside was travel agent who set it up required double occupancy in the hotel. John had planned to spend the weekend with his buddy, Stephen, but he backed out at the last minute. Now John was stuck rooming with a stranger.
"I am. You John?" Frank asked as he gave John's hand a firm shake. They were about the same height and Frank had the fit look of someone who worked out.
"Yup. Good to meet you." John stepped back and held the door to let Frank wrangle his luggage into the room.
"Same here," Frank said as he tossed the larger suitcase on first bed. John had already arranged himself on the bed closest to the window with his laptop on the night stand streaming a Pandora jazz station. "You a jazz fan?"
"Yeah, I used to play guitar in a quartet back in college and never lost the taste despite losing my chops." John returned to his bed to lean back against the headboard where he'd been before Frank had arrived.
FM – Damien Black (Futuristic Erotic Crime)
Here are the opening chapters to something I'm working on. Let me know if you'd like more:
INTRODUCTION
He didn’t know where he was, but the transporter had hummed along for nearly an hour. He already knew he was in deep, deeper than usual, but this meant bad news. Usually he’d try to run, a simple white and blue picking him up (if they could) before even ID’ing him, but this time was a different story. Both hands were locked in code protected, aeon cuffs, same as his ankles – the finest 22nd century shackles tax payer money can buy. The techies don’t skimp on the fail safes, not anymore, he thought. Suddenly, the ship began to shake. Vibrating, deep noise filled his ears and those of the four armoured men sitting in the back watching him as they hovered into landing position. After a moment of chugging gears and steam, they set down softly, the engine calming into an electronic hiss. The watch team told him to stand up. I was just getting comfy, he said. The back gate slid open quickly to show the ten guards waiting on his arrival, fully geared up. One stepped forward and signalled those inside to move out.
Alec and Brianna (1 of 10) [MF] [Smoking] [Roleplay]
ALEC
She is finally mine.
A year of waiting, an interminable courtship, but you have surrendered and are locked to me forever after. Now comes the exquisite shaping of you to my desires. And particular desires I have.
A year of pretending not to smoke while I was with you– I have suffered on weekend trips and long evenings. I think you will soon understand this experience in a very personal way.
Now everything is arranged. A month long honeymoon to the southern coast of Italy. A seaside villa in a remote town. You will be entirely under my control and at my mercy. I have lain my plans long ago when your innocence so affected me.
This is an innocence that is not to last.
BRIANNA
I feel like the luckiest woman alive as I look out over the Tyrrhenian Sea. Jagged rocks sit between our 2-story cottage and the pristine blue waters below. A cool breeze sweeps across my face as I stand on the balcony. I watch two men windsurfing – their brightly colored sails darting back and forth across the waves.
The Wind’s Pleasure [MF][group][first time][fantasy] And my first story!
Hey gang, hope you like it! And bonus points for anyone who can ID where the names come from!
Shallan sat on the deck of the Wind’s Pleasure basking in the bright noon day sun, sketching the ship’s crew as they went about their work. The tanned, shirtless sailors broiled around her in seeming chaos to her young, untrained eyes. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a pony’s tail to hold it against the wind and the salt spray coming from the side of the tall ship. Her sketch book rested on her lap, charcoal pencil in her hand. As she watched the sailors go about their work, she couldn’t help her eye being drawn to Yalb. Yalb was a little louder, and more broad in the chest than the other sailors. But what truly fascinated Shallan was the bulge coming from the front of Yalb’s pair of work shorts. Why did his shorts push out so, where the other sailors did not, weren't all men the same down there?