The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

My first post, with my first story.


The Senior


The bathroom on the far side of the gym was dark. Little-used. Pipes drooled on cracked tile and the irregular porcelain mouth of an ancient sink boiled with brown water. I looked at my reflection in a jagged splinter of mirror, resolving a general impression of rain-flattened red hair and big green eyes.

I made a face at myself. Pulled a brush out of my purse.

“Get on your knees.”

I stopped. Turned. I was usually alone in the back of the school, especially during homeroom. It wasn’t unusual for teachers to drift here in search of a cigarette and a moment alone, but I normally had the beginning of the day to myself.

None of the other teachers could get away in the morning.

I loved teaching art.

“Give me your hand.”

Last call – and you’re still at the bar

(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)

(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)

'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'

I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…

'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'

I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity.

THE TUTOR

It was a rainy day after my summer school class, I was 18 going to prep before college. I got a lift to the tutors, she was an amazingly cheerful woman, late 40s, always made my day with her smile and always surprised me with how deliciously intriguing she was to me, some one who had decades between us. The woman that gave me a lift was an unconfident driver, and would not pull down the driveway of the tutors house. She was convinced the rain would make it impossible for her to get back out of the driveway…so I got out in the down pour. I wasn't going to argue with her…she was my nanny, and now, sole caretaker, after the accident. The rain soaked my clothes, which consisted of a pair of khakis and a black t-shirt were sticking to me. As I made my way to the front door of the tutors place she could see me through the window and ran to the door opened it and widened her eyes and showed her remarkably white teeth grinning as she frantically motioning for me to come inside with haste.

My second try!

I pull the blanket up close to our chins and as I move closer, you bite your lower lip knowing what happens when I do this move. My hand slides down your body, over a tank top, on to your tummy, then stops at the hem of your sleep pants. I slide my hand under the hem and the smooth skin of your shaved pussy is warm and inviting. Your legs open a bit more as my fingers cross your pussy lips. I first find the ever so hard clit of yours and I lightly run my fingers over it as your pussy gets more wet so my fingers can slide in. The pressure of my hands is working that clit and your wet pussy lips are easing my fingers to glide over them. Your eyes are staring into mine asking me to keep going. You're mouth open letting your heavy breath and moans escape. My eyes look deep into yours and without even looking at my lips, my eyes look like a grin is forming with deep blue smile. My fingers slide deep into your pussy, a moan loudly escape from your mouth, your back arched, your hands on my arm trying to stop my hand, the other hand is tightly holding your breast and pinching your own nipple. My two fingers begin to curl upward inside your tight wet pussy and right on the top, my fingers found a little ruff spot. The one button that I know can get you moving all over this room. As I touch your gspot, the walls of your pussy close onto my fingers, trying to hold them hostage. But it's so wet inside that I can slide in and out with the greatest is ease. With the roar of the fire, my hand most quickly inside your pussy. Not stopping for you to catch your breath. The walls are closing tighter and tighter. The slick sound is making it through the blankets. As you get closer to the edge, you start to hold your breath, that back arches ever more then before, the walls of your pussy now trying to keep my fingers out, and your hand turning your nipple into almost a deep purple. You start to get louder, but now my mouth and tongue are over your mouth to help muffle the scream of ecstasy that boils deep within you.

A shade of red. [F/m] [blood] [oral]

It happened one night when you were out partying with your friends. A bit of liquid courage was all you needed to approach a woman who caught your eye. Must have been almost ten years older then you but oh so beautiful.

 

She was reserved in speaking with you, possibly due to your young age, but eventually agreed to go home with you. What she wasn't quite prepared for was the sneaking around once you got there.

 

You got back to your room and latched the door, thanking god no one heard you.

 

You move towards the woman you brought back, grabbing her by the waist and lean in for a kiss.

 

She kisses you fist gently, then more aggressively. With force she pushes you against the wall with an audible 'thud’ and starts undoing your belt. You put your finger to your lips, too much noise and your parents might hear you… she glares at the gesture.

 

You feel somewhat shocked by her pace but let her take charge as she rips your belt off of you and starts undoing your pants. You run your hands over her toned body and started to unbutton her blouse – you didn’t get far before she pushed your hands away.

Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect [MF]

Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect

The sun was just starting to make its presence felt in the sky as Puddles opened the front entrance door at her apartment block and made her way to the train station. Whilst enjoying herself in the shower earlier that morning she heard the radio presenter saying today was going to be a scorching day. With the weather in mind Puddles dressed for work in a crop top that allowed her playboy piercing in her belly button to be visible to anyone who cared to examine her figure in greater detail. To match the top half she wore some hipster jeans and leather boots. As Puddles reached the station, people were starting to queue for the train, keen to get a decent seat she pushed her way past some of the people, a task that was easy with the men as she just let her tits rub across their bodies and they were only too happy to let her through. What's a few cheap thrills if I get what I want, Puddles thought to herself.

A Night to Remember: Part 1 [FM] [oral]

It was a night to remember. A night of passion, a night of romance. Libbie and I had been dating and we both felt that spark when we first met. That passion in every conversation, event, or… situation that you hope for going into things. She was an absolute knockout. A confident smile punctuated with a curvaceous body and a swath of golden curls around her soft face. We'd been flirtatious in our texts before date night, but today's were rather… intimate. She'd been going on about how she couldn't wait to "take control" tonight and make ME hers…

My masculine nature was challenged. Aroused, but challenged. Her last text was sent while I was stuck in traffic less than five minutes from her apartment.

"Hope your hungry boo, cuz you're getting TWO meals tonight… ;)"

That wench. She knew I had a weakness for giving head. For me, there was nothing more satisfying than hearing a girl moan at my direct touch. Getting a good taste was also nice. Rather than give her more ammo to frustrate me in the car I merely told her that sounded lovely. Because I… Had a plan.

[nc] 18 year old girls abduction and rape fantasy

We lived in a nice middle class neighborhood so when the doorbell rang that afternoon i figured it was the occasional person offering to do yard work, selling pine straw, kid doing a fund raiser for school. But as i looked out the window there was a white van parked outside and man at the door holding a clip board, probably mid 30's, not bad looking. I thought maybe it was a delivery for my parents someone needed to sign for, or maybe the cable guy.

I opened the door and the man smiled and said hello. The next thing i knew i was on the floor shaking, unable to control my body, the man had stepped inside and closed the door and locked it. He smiled, and lifted the clipboard and held out a device with wires hanging out of it. He quickly sat me up and tied my hands and feet with zip ties then he warned me to be quiet. A few moments later i heard the garage door open. The man then came back into the house, wrapped some tape around my mouth, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started carrying me towards the garage.

Group Pleasures: A Big Bi Orgy

Christopher quickly learns how to make his toys do his bidding as he experiments with his new found powers bestowed to him. Taking himself further he summons a horde of men and women to pleasure him and themselves as well.

Will Christopher take his powers too far? Will his body be able to withstand the addiction? What happens when he learns how to conjure men and women with endless stamina, hard cocks that never go down, holes that are always wet and an imagination of the hottest people he can think of?

Group Pleasures

“Christopher! It’s time for lunch!” I was busy. Very busy. Last week my father bestowed upon me the powers of the wizard. Coming with that meant magic and a whole lot of it. Now that I was finally 21, I could truly be who I was meant to be. A powerful wizard. Too bad nobody would ever know except my family. Ugh. Stupid rules.

I had been lying in bed all morning playing with my new toys, from a large purple vibrator to a big stuffed animal I had on my bed. Thinking with my mind, I focused on the vibrator. I heard it click on—good. Imagining the vibrator sliding inside me as I laid there grasping at the bed sheets, I felt it slip on top of my boxers on my ass.

A knock at your door [FM] First Time Posting Written for a female reader. Should I keep writing?

Sorry ahead of time for poor punctuation, spelling and grammar =-) If you enjoy please comment and let me know.

There is a sudden loud banging nose coming from your living room. Someone is unexpectedly knocking on your door as you're in the shower. You frustratingly shout" hold on a second" as you quickly rinse off the soap from you curvy wet glistening body and wrap up in a short towel. You're somewhat pissed off as I unknowingly interrupted a particularly hot and heavy shower head fantasy time that you were fully engulfed in.

Little do I know, your clit is full and throbbing from the particularly exciting treatment that you were just giving it. Your pussy wet dripping and creamy with excitement. Your nipples hard and perky from the teasing and twisting as you fantasized about a stranger you saw on the subway but never spoke with.