The date went well, not exceptionally well, but well enough that we are in my bedroom, her lying on her back on my bed, me on my side with my head propped up on my fist. We're making small talk, she's giggling at every other thing I say. We both know what this is, we both know what's going to happen, why we're here, just waiting for that first move. More importantly, I should say, I know what this is and what's going to happen. This is what she wants, and why not? I'm older, dark full head of hair, a rugged bit of scruff highlights my square jaw line and underlines my deep dark eyes. She runs her arm along my muscular arm solidifying in her mind that this is a good idea. Again, reminding me what this is and who I am to her. I'm the older hot guy, that's it. I don't have an amazing job, or much on my resume, but I'm fit, young (25) and have this girl by at least 6 years. To her, I'm older, attractive and she hopes will be fun for a while before looking to settle. I know this, and I'm going to provide for her a night like no other.
After another giggle she looks down at where our hands are now entwined. I release her grip and bring my now free hand to her chin and lift it. I look deep into her ocean blue eyes and hold for a full second and I know she can see the want in my eyes. Not a desperate want, more the want of anticipation of a lovely meal you see coming, you know you're going to get it but you desire it strongly still. I hold the gaze for a full second before leaning in while lifting her chin to my face. We kiss, tender, beautiful and hold…then release. We lean our foreheads together, our eyes still closed, she takes a breath as I move my hand along her chin to the back of her head and gently push her head back to mine. We kiss, deeper this time, our tongues fencing and feeling as we explore each others mouths as our passion builds from a babbling brook to a roaring ocean. I'm on top of her now, I feel her beautifully slender body beneath me, I make sure she feels the weight and power of my frame. I break from the raging tide that is our kiss and lock my mouth on her neck, brief wet suctions make their way down her body to her cleavage and back up for another round with her mouth.
The next time I make my way down I slid her bra, a sexy red silk number, along with her dress down to expose a perky pink nipple. I wrap my mouth around it and flick it with my tongue and suck ever so slightly as I pull away. I blow on the now moist skin bringing the nipple to full attention, I dive in again, this time coming up with my teeth softly grazing the sensitive skin, she lets out a gasp and I know she feels it, just perfect. I slide my head to the other side and give the left nipple the same treatment as my right hand keeps the sensation going on her right.
We pause briefly as I lift her deep red summer dress off, making sure my hands graze her tight backside as I do, we do away with the bra as well. I pick up where I left off at her chest and begin to kiss my way down her tight stomach to make my way between her wonderfully curved hips. I feel her muscles begin to tighten up, oh younger girls: so nervous about everything "down there." I kiss my way towards her clit and just before reaching it, I miss to the left and kiss beside her second lips and make my way up her left leg, I come back again and again make a pass over to the right side, up and down a leg again, her anticipation building, probably her nerves as well as she still hasn't fully relaxed. I finally go for her moist middle and start by widening my tongue and getting a full taste from the opening at the base all the way to the clit at the top where I finish by giving it a little flick. I then whisper to her "You taste wonderful," this relaxes her, I feel her whole body relax, her legs going limp, opening wider for me to play, now she is ready. I give her a dozen more slow wide dog licks, from bottom to top, slowly savoring every millimeter of her soft pink center, like a connoisseur with a particularly fine wine. I now wrap my lips around her hardened clit and suck it into my mouth, I flick it a few times with my tongue to let it know what it's in for, I then slide my tongue down it and bury my tongue as deep inside her as possible, she gasps again as I wiggle it around a little, a tease, I know the real goal is just above. I go back to it, beginning with slow sucking in of the clit while massaging it with my tongue, these building tempo and are broken up occasionally with side to side flicks and simple up down ones. I lose myself in her, building tempo for everything as I go grabbing her ass with both hands at times to bury my face deeper in her. It builds and builds, I'm lost in it, what started out a moistness on my lips was now dripping down my chin and leaving me wet up to my nose.
I'm broken out of my trance when I feel her hand grip the back of my head to shove my face into her, she's now grinding her hips into my face, I can feel her legs shaking, almost there. I'm doing my best to tongue her most sensitive part as she shoves and grinds and finally with a light grunt (so hot) and gasp and a final hold, her legs now wrapped around my head holding me into her, I feel a flood of juice on my face and her relax a little, her first orgasm tonight. She grabs the back of my shirt and hungrily, breathlessly let's out with, "off…now…please" My clothes are off in a second, I see the need in her eyes now as I pause over top of her. Her legs spread, her tight body as lightly wet from sweat and a burning need in her eyes. I slide in easily, still wet from a moment earlier. I bury my face into hers again, let her feel my body on top of her, I feel her nipple and perky breasts against my chest. My right hand reaches behind her back and my left hand grasps her hand as I begin to thrust. Her legs wrap around me as I thrust faster, turning the intimate into the need. I'm building again, it won't be long, nothing turns me on more than seeing a girl get off on my tongue. I don't know if I can hold on to give her a second. I can feel it building inside me now, as I thrust in and out of her warm wetness. My right hand reaches down to feel the juices on my cock as it thrusts in and out, then grabs her tight ass. The intimate love making becoming passionate sex. I'm close and I hear her adorable little grunt again. I look at her face, eyes closed, tightening body, she's close again. Harder, faster thrusts dive into her. She's close, but I'm closer. The most wonderful feeling well up, hitting the tip of my penis, I hold on for all I am for another precious few seconds then I explode. As I do I feel her vaginal muscles tighten and release, tighten and release. She was coming again. We both relax, I on top of her still as for the next few seconds we are slaves to the pleasure roiling in our privates.
Tag: Fisting
Swim Coach M/f, spank, reluctant
I've had several similar fantasies for years and am starting to write them down for the first time. I welcome comments and messages.
Coach Barry is our school's assistant swim coach. He is also my friend(enemy), Nicole's step-father. She is away for the summer at swim camp and Coach Barry said I could come over whenever I wanted to use their pool and get a head start on our last high school season.
Coach B is a little intimidating. He is very tall and really muscular. I wish guys my age had chests and abs like his. Not that guys my age really look twice at me. My body is straight as a board, except for my bottom, which is sculpted from all our kicking drills, and I have barely any breasts. Plus I always smell like chlorine. Coach B is also the strict coach, the one who assigns drills, the one who criticizes, and the all around bad cop next to our head coach.
The night I baptized you and ruined your friend’s couch [mf], [oral], [squirting], [true story]
This is my Hail Mary. This my last effort to get you out of my system.
I can’t even be sure if that night was real. Warmth runs through my core. My inner most muscles are nearly sent into a spasm; these days all it takes is a single thought.
I stood in awe of that long blonde hair tucked under a ball cap and a fitted T-shirt. You strolled right up to me. So casually with those dimples- like you didn’t just set my desires aflame. The more I got to know that mischievous smile over the weekend, the more I started to crave you. We may have parted ways but the need for you stayed with me.
The Albertan summer was fleeting, typical of that unattainable bitch, and soon enough it was time for the ball tournament. It was almost as if good luck and fortune fell right into my horny lap. There you stood in the front of the line to beer gardens. Clit on fire, I called out to you. As soon as our eyes met, a shock raced through me. Something sparked in your eyes, a mixture of surprise and anticipation rolled into one devastatingly sexy look.
[First story] from my Sex Therapy Series, Chance Encounters [MF]
When the stranger slumped out of his seat and onto the floor, Albert froze. He was petrified. Crap, he thought as the awkward panic began to grow. Albert had always feared that something like this would happen. Why is this happening to me? Of all the people, on all the buses, it's the one person sitting right next to me. To make things worse, the attractive girl who sprang into action to assist the stricken man, noticed Albert's inability to move. Their eyes met and he quickly turned away counting the seconds before the bus would let him off. What's taking so long? Finally the bus driver found a safe place to pull over and came to a stop. Albert quickly got up and walked to the next stop. He felt like a coward.
Working on a collection of scifi/fantasy/horror erotic short stories! Looking for a bit o’ feedback.
So, as the title says, I've started work on a collection! I'm about a third of the way finished, with all eleven stories fleshed out, and only the actual writing to be done. And now I'm basically just looking for as much feedback as possible as I move towards self-publishing.
What follows is the very first part of the very first story: Heretic's Regiment This little preview is decidedly SFW–the steamy stuff doesn't come until a little bit later. Let me know what you gals (and guys) think! Feel free to rip it apart or praise it to high heaven–I'll appreciate it either way XD
Also, if you like what you see and want to be a Beta reader down the road (could be a while!), feel free to message me and we'll get to know each other a little bit better!
Heretic's Regiment
GRO Part 8 – Daddy/Daughter Day [Bi, Mfff, oral]
“Oh wow, daddy, that was amazing!” Jeni said as she stepped into the living room with Bella. Her dad’s eyes snapped open and he half-shoved Amber aside to stare in shock at his daughter. This is going to be fun, Jeni thought.
Jeni had heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking as soon as she and Bella walked in the backdoor. Both girls had smiled at each other and perked up, thinking it must be Bobby home after all. But then they’d heard a male voice, much deeper than Bobby’s, and cold chills crept up Jeni’s back.
They both crept around the corner to see what they could see. But they soon discovered they had no reason to be quiet – the couple fucking in the living room was making enough noise to cover up a UFO landing.
Peering in, Jeni confirmed her suspicions – it was her father in there, but she didn’t recognize the girl. Bella did, though.
“Amber!” she whispered, pointing. The girl looked young, and Jeni suspected she was Bella’s age since they knew one another. Her tits were clearly the product of GRO, but who had given it to her? Bobby clearly had some explaining to do.
Morning Glow [MF]
The morning sun warms your face. You feel its warmth and light pry you gently from your foggy dreams. You open your eyes just enough to make out your surroundings–and not so much that you are blinded by the piercing light.
Your thin sheet is wrapped tightly around you. You can feel the soft fabric against your naked skin. One arm is angled across your chest and it takes you a moment to realize your other hand is between your legs. There's a warmth there that tells you it must have been a good dream.
Your eyes slowly adjust to the light. The sun is rising over the water in the distance and the translucent curtains draped in front of the bungalow opening do little to dampen its rays. As your eyes adjust, you make out the silhouette of a figure standing a few yards off, facing the water. His male outline is accentuated by his casual white shirt and crumpled linen pants. He's casually standing with his hands in his pocket, observing something in the distance. Then, with one smooth motion, he turned and began walking back towards the veiled room.
Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels][demons]
This is the first thing I've written in a long while. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!
Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.
There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.
Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels]
This is the first thing I've written in a long while, and I'm glad I did. Summer makes me lethargic, not that I minded. But it's time to get back into things. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!
Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.
There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.
A Laundry Room Story [MMF][MM-oral][cuck]
This is my first story on here, I hope you like it. The end is a bit rushed because I was typing the story live to a fuckbuddy as we were both enjoying ourselves and I got overwhelmed with the images.
It's late and you're in a rush: you're supposed to finally have me over at your place, I'm due any minute and you're still waiting for your laundry to finish. It's been a while, so you're doing two loads with pretty much all your clothes in there. You're wearing the only clean thing you have: a slightly-too-sheer dress, no bra and no underwear.
He comes in carrying a tennis bag and his eyes flicker up and down your frame before he says hi. You blush and make a quip about…you don't remember. You make smalltalk for a bit and you mention that all your clothes are being washed.
"Not all," he says. You look up startled at the husky edge of his voice. You just now notice that he's over six foot tall and quite well built. The first rush of arousal floods your brain before you've even had a chance to get scared. Then you feel his hands, large, warm and strong, at the sides of your breasts. He cups them both and flicks the piercing on your left nipple. Of course he's noticed.