“I was made to love you. No, not like that, don’t be naive. I’m not an android. I’m simply, well…maybe not simply, your GMO partner. You see, your great, great, great grandparents started this project. I fully acknowledge what I am, and your bloodline is unaware of what I would become at the time or purchase. A little bit of this, a bit of that and you get me. I can sense you are nervous. That is to be expected. You may be unhappy, at least for now. I can assure you though, you will be pleased. Even though we are the same age and we just met, I know you better than anyone in the world. I’m sorry that you weren’t given a choice in the matter, but I hope that you realize this quickly. You look beautiful in your gown. I know you need time, so I’ll leave you to yourself and I’ll see you at the altar. Oh, and please, stop crying, it hurts my heart.”
Tag: G-spot
Death’s real name. [MF]
This is my first story here, so I apologize if I get a tag wrong or something lol. So this is just an idea that came to me while i was going about my day, about a prince and his girlfriend who’s an assassin. I worked on it all day today lol…..It’s long, and I admit it dosen’t get juicy for a while. If you want, you can look for some lemons 🍋🍋 to know where to look for the the sex.
But, even if you skip to the best parts, I hope you enjoy the story!
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I had grown attached to the feeling. It came on me whenever i was alone for too long, exactly once a day. The feeling of death. Of life ending. Of a body hitting the floor, and never waking up again. It was scary at first….but it was familiar, and a welcome feeling now. Regardless of the sensations it gave….it signified my girlfriend coming to visit.
I gave the feeling- I gave HER, a challenge today. I stood inside the castle, wandering the halls. My studies for the day were over, and it was just after dinner. No one would be looking for or pestering me for the retst of the night.
The Scandi Dancer [MFF]
In the late aughts there was a website that trafficked in intelligent smut called Nerve. Their dating service, matching the site, was edgier than most. Singles, couples, bi, straight and otherwise all mixed.
That’s where my girlfriend and I met S. She was a dancer (of the artistic variety). My girl described her as an “impossible pinup.” Lithe, curvy, she had porcelain skin, dark hair, and ice blue eyes. She was brilliant and very shy. In my experience, it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
One night, a summer rain storm trapped the three of us at a restaurant in Brooklyn. We decided to make a break for it. Running and laughing hysterically, we were soaked to bone when we came spilling into our apartment. As we started to shed our wet clothes, everything got quiet. There was a long moment of tension and eye contact, broken by the first kiss then we pushed our way to the bedroom, stripping down making out the whole way.
Here, in no particular order, are my memories from that night….
The buttonholes on her shirt were too small for her buttons. She said it was protection from rogues like us.
Letters to Vanessa Ch. 2
[Chapter 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/user/apexerotica/comments/uiw8yj/story_index/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Inspired by u/vanessa_vixenxxx
Dear Vanessa,
I haven’t heard back from you, which means you didn’t get my first letter, you don’t want to hear from me, or I’m just being an impatient asshole. Anyway, against my better judgment, I’m sending you what I remember about the day after our first time being together.
When I saw you in the break room you were more dressed up than usual. Instead of one of your sundresses, you wore a sleeveless white blouse and pencil skirt that ended a few inches above your knees. Strappy stilettos showed off red-painted toenails. Your makeup was still minimal, but your lipstick was a deeper shade of red than before.
You stood with your butt against the counter facing the door, just as you were when I first saw you. This time it was you that was flustered. You blushed and smiled when I walked in, like a schoolgirl who had kissed her first crush.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” you responded.
“I…uh,” I looked around to make sure we were alone. I took a few steps closer to you and said, “I’ve been thinking of you.”
The never-ending passion between us (M+F)
We return from a fabulous night out. You dressed extra special for me tonight and I’m sure more than a few other men happened to notice as well.
Our kisses are passionate. Intense really. Your breathing is short and excited. I love it when we kiss. Your soft lips, your searching tongue. It’s really a great start to where this is headed.
Our bodies are close. Arms wrapped around our bodies as we almost melt into one. Breaking the kiss, just for a moment, I look into your eyes. Looking for, and seeing, desire.
I feel it too. I’m already quite hard. In fact i have been most of the night. Just thinking about how we were going to end the evening. Here, in this bedroom together. Our clothes strewn across the room. Our bodies heaving, sweaty and fulfilled.
Our lips gently touching. Tongues twirling. It’s quite erotic and extremely exciting. The kiss says so much.
Sometimes they are slow and sensual. Often they are heated and filled with lust. But each kiss is a great exploration. And we move together from the slow sensual kisses into the more aggressive passionate tonguing like a choreographed dance. Hard and intense to slow gentle and sensual, then back.
Park transgressions [FM] [Soft NC]
It was out of her own will that she sat in the park bench across his, wearing no undergarments to their first date. It had been a bold decision, even coming out to meet him, an internet stranger. Would he take advantage of her presence? Would he cross her lines? Was this all a bad idea?
She sat in front of him, her legs bare below the hem of her short skirt, part of her fantasy she had confessed, not his. Her white shirt, a bit tighter than she remembered it, pressed against her otherwise bare breasts. She looked at him with curiosity; he was more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures he had sent her.
Her dress code might have indicated complete openness, but he knew better than that. Anyone else would find her reticence uncharacteristic for a young woman who had eagerly shared the contents of her depraved mind with an internet stranger. Like life itself, she was full of contradictions. She did not want to commit sin, but she basked in his infinite attention. She believed in staying pure for marriage, but she had never stopped her fingers from going inside her during their chats. She had long fantasized of creampies and gangbangs, but in practice never gone beyond a kiss.
Come hither…and I shall.
I see you from across the room, it’s been a long day, but suddenly I’m energized by your beauty. Our eyes meet and you give me the come hither stare, so I cross the room, I approach you and just before our lips meet, I stop. Gazing into your eyes at close range. You feel my breath on your lips for a moment, my left hand upon your hip… then, with my right hand, I thread my fingers through the hair on the back of your head and pull you into me, into my mouth and kiss you deeply, passionately and in that moment, we are in sync.
I kiss you, touch you and hold you, hold your hand as we make out, then lead you to the bedroom, our breath catching and heavy as our bodies prepare to merge.
As we glide into the bedroom our clothes begin to peel from us, helped by the groping hands of each other, but also we undress ourselves, enticing the other to touch and caress. We invite touch and taste, as we entwine and tryst towards the bed.
Naughty Magic, pt.3: Angie [Futa/F][Multiple][Creampie]
My eyes spring open, trembling breath caught in my chest as I wake up with a start, the ritual jolting me awake like a bad dream. I’m in my bed, a little warmer than I’d like under my comforter. Looking around my dorm room I notice a few, subtle changes. My picture of… Bret? Brad? What was his name? His picture is gone, replaced by one with me and my roommate, Clair. Wait, was she my roommate before? A few different nick-nacks around, unsure of who they really belong to, but everything else seems the same? I shift under the heavy blanket, my naked body mildly dripping with perspiration from the heat, and uncertainty. My roommate stirs in her own bed, curly brown locks cascading around the pretty features of her face. I absentmindedly bring a hand between my legs, wrapping my soft fingers around the firm shaft under my covers. I stroke myself, thinking of her riding my thick cock again, and I bite my lip in my arousal. My hand slides up and tickles at the sensitive skin just under the head of my cock, and I pause – breath caught in my chest.
My First Time (Includes Fisting, Cunnilingus & Embarassment)
I was twenty-one years old, an awkward virgin with no experience what-so-ever.
Her name was Jane, she was nine-teen and from what she told me earlier on Tinder; ‘‘she was looking for anything with a cock on it.” First time I encountered such a hungry gal, the words she wrote, she used, were like poems of a nymph, primitive callings with no hints of shame in them;
“Just broke up with my boyfriend, I need cock ASAP.” she texted me after I asked her what brought her on the app. It was surreal to me; my cock began to grow in my pants. I looked more into her profile pictures; she was a pudgy white girl, short brown hair, blue eyes, good-looking. Way out of my league, I thought. Without knowing, I pitched a tent. I responded; “I can provide.” and soon after, we established a rendez-vous in a remote park, thirty minutes from my apartment.
Super Bowl [Why watch when you can have amazing sex instead?]
Celeste slid into the hot tub and leaned back, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. The water rippling next to her told her someone else was stepping in. She cracked an eye to find a man she had met on the mountain sliding in.
“Celeste, how are you?”
She smiled warmly. “I’m good. Have a good day skiing?”
“The best.”
He settled into the hot tub across from her.
It was quiet. The snow had kept the mountain busy, but the hot tubs were a ghost town. “It’s so strange how quiet it is right now. I expected these to be busy.”
He nodded and glanced around at the several scattered hot tubs in the area. Very few of them had anyone in them, and the ones nearest to them were empty.
“Super Bowl. Everyone is watching the game at the bar.”
As if on cue, cheering could be heard in the distance.
“Ah. How could I forget?”
Celeste leaned back and closed her eyes. Out of all the hot tubs, he had come to this one—one that was occupied. She smirked.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.