Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion. But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept. The next day was a little more interesting. We stood in a Tiki bar talking with two girls. One of them was Adrienne, who was a senior at Florida State University, where she studied creative writing. The other was Anjali. She was doing an internship with a law firm down here in Miami. Her college was in California. She was originally from India, but she had no accent, so she must have moved here at a young age. She wore a blue blouse and bluer jeans, with a tear on one leg. I recognized the tear in her jeans was a desperate plea for male attention. Her hair was black enough to create dark contours against the tacky brown oak of the bar. Whenever a drink flashed in the light, her hair countered it. I was playing it low-key. I started off with Adrienne, but Dirk consistently elbowed his way in there, and ultimately I gave him the ground. While I sipped my Jack and Coke (don’t even ask if they bother checking IDs in Florida), Anjali said to me; “So, like, do you get free passes to concerts and stuff?” I’d told her I was a roadie for The Dave Matthews Band. She loved it. I’d guessed she would. “No,” I said. “Not really. Dave and I don’t get along too great.” “Why’s that?” I sighed while I came up with something. “Oh, you know, me and his daughter,” I said. “We may or may not have had something going on. It’s all good now and me and her are totally friends. It’s just, when her Dad found out, you know…” Her eyes bugged out enough to stick to the ceiling. “Oh my God,” she said. “You can’t be serious.” I nodded. “Let’s just say I keep a bat in my apartment.” The more I told her about Dave Matthews being a deranged psycho, the closer she moved toward me. As soon as it got to the point where I came back from the bar with two drinks and slid my hand down her shoulder after handing her drink over, I could see the deal was sealed. At around this time, Dirk and Adrienne split. Dirk’s a pro.
Tag: G-spot
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?”
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.
Drink Unattended – First go at this. Feedback appreciated. BDSM story.
Author notes: I've been wanting to try my hand at writing for awhile now The only thing that really holds my attention however is porn so I figured, why not give erotica a shot. I've been working on this three nights now. I'm dyslexic so it's difficult to catch misspellings and other mistakes at times. Apologies in advance. Thanks for reading. Hope you get a good fap out of this. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Edit: Correct some mistakes and made some changes.
*DRINK UNATTENDED
Chapter One
Wake up, wake up, wake up…
Penny’s dream faded as she drift back into consciousness. Her head was pounding. Her body, tender and sore. She lie there, piecing together memories of the night before. It was hopeless. Blackouts were common. Her drinking the cause. She had a problem. She needed help. I’ll start tomorrow, she’d tell herself.
The moment of clarity between now and the next drink was always the worst. She ached with shame and embarrassment. She groaned aloud, wallowing in self-pity. Where did she go? What did she do? How did she get home?
How did I get home, she thought?
The Chauffeur and the Maid [MF] [STR8]
He tossed me on the bed and put my hands over my head and started passionately kissing me all over my neck . He spread my legs wide open, revealing my thin black panties and put his entire weight on my body so I couldn't move. He then ripped my shirt off, staring at my bare chest, I hate wearing a bra, and manhandled me with his strong hands, tightly squeezing my perky breasts and nipples.
I could feel him grinding on me, getting hard under his pants as I started to get wetter and wetter. He turned me around and pulled off my black skirt. I was laying there in nothing but my panties, legs spread wide apart waiting for entry.
He started kissing me, tongue deep down my throat, kissing me like I was his only source of air. He picked me up and I sat on him. I took off his hat and put it on myself, I ripped off his blazer and shirt. I couldn't help but feel excited as his sexy body touching mine.
He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my hair back and bit my neck like a vampire. His heavy breath and hard cock made me feel like I was on ecstasy.
Pets, part 1 (FF, FM, Bondage, Dom)
A quick note, despite the title, there is no bestiality involved in this post. Ok, so this is my first post here and if anyone has any constructive advice, criticism, or other comments then i would love to hear it! Also, please excuse the poor tagging since i don't know what tags to use nor do i have much experience with them, so any tags to add to this would be appreciated.
I wrote this a while ago and there is about 8-9000 words overall, and i could write more… I just don't have the inspiration to :P So i'll post as much of it as i can here and if you like it i'll post some more, and even write a bit more if i feel like it :)
* * * * * Pets by CJace33
To Boldly Go [mmff], [manual], [massage]
The following is the first of what may be a few stories that aim to both titillate the reader and also inform her about the nature and character of the author's fantasies and the potential paths of his sexual explorations. As such, they reveal inner desires that may yet manifest as false, but which, at least in their telling, leave him profoundly exposed. So, please handle with care.
Part 1
The months have passed seeing our trio indulge in all manner of fun both sexy and vanilla. We've found attraction and affection and have grown to regard our relationship with a little less amazement for existing and a little more comfort having an expectation of its persistence.
In the warm light of that confidence, Abby decides to reprise an old idea. She's recently encountered several massage therapists. Amongst them, Michael has wonderful strong hands and an inquisitive personality that's left Abby wondering at herself for revealing so much information while lying prone on the massage table. She hasn't yet told him about Ericka, but he has a pretty good idea that some of her Saturday nights have been exciting even by this city's standards.
After Class [Str8, bd, Fsub, Mf]
School Girl
Washed Pt. One [Mdom, Fsub, oral, voy, bdsm]
It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.
It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.
I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush.
The Best Night of my Life [oral, mf, loving]
First time posting here so be nice please! :) This is fiction, by the way.
My heart was already thumping heavily as I knocked gently on the front door. His parents were out for the weekend, and we’d chosen to finally make the step into sex. We’d spent the last 5 months building up to it. Getting used to each other’s bodies, and discussing how we felt, and now the night was finally here. My stomach had been doing somersaults all day, from the second I took extra caution shaving in the shower before slipping into a new pair of sexy underwear I’d bought, feeling like a stranger to my own body. But I was ready for this. I knew it. We both were.
He opened the door almost instantly, looking drop dead gorgeous as always, his smile spreading up to his chocolate brown eyes. I melted at the sight, and if anything my heartbeat sped up.
“Hey you” he said, embracing me and pulling me inside out of the cold.
I didn’t trust my voice, so just smiled up at him from the safety of his arms, before noticing my surroundings. The whole place was gently lit with candles. The lounge floor had been set up with duvets and pillows, and the fireplace was filling the room with friendly warmth.