Been wanting to attempt erotica for a while…here is my first try! Would love feedback and criticism! [mf]

She was an hour into overtime trying to finish a client file so she could meet the girls at happy hour. Her feet were killing her from a full day of giving tours of the penthouse in three inch heels. Her boss had told her that she had to dress to impress and that had meant trading in her signature flared skirt and flats for a skin tight pencil skirt and high heels. After the last client left she had let her red hair down from the severe up-do her boss had requested and let it fall in big messy curls as she worked on data entry. Under her desk she had removed her heels, her blazer rested over the back of her chair, and she didn't even notice that the top button on her blouse had come undone when she heard him clear his throat.

Startled, she looked up and all she saw was business. A sharp, clearly custom, business suit and tie draped perfectly over his tall frame. Dark perfectly messy brown hair made a sharp contrast to his blue eyes and his 5 o'clock shadow made him look rugged. Zoe knew his type and hated men like him, overly aware of how handsome and powerful they are. Overly aware of how rich they are.

Left Hanging [M] [F] [bd] [oral]

As with my other stories, this is written for a specific person, hence the first person with wannabe second person leanings.


You stand in the middle of the room, arms over your head. Rope cuffs bind your wrists together; the ends run through a hoop in the ceiling, keeping your arms straight, and pool on the floor behind you. There’s almost no give. Even with the extra height from the heels of the long tan boots you wear, your arms are already starting to ache. You are forced to stand as rigidly, your feet wide and your chest pushed out. Exactly how I want you.

But you can’t see any of this, not with the satin cloth I put over your eyes.

I’m sitting behind you, enjoying the view. My gaze starts low, at your feet. The boots hug the contours of your legs all the way to your knees. I continue upwards, over your trim thighs and rest on your naked backside. Your cheeks beg to be pulled apart, to be caressed. I can’t linger here, not without becoming distracted. Your pale back is arched slightly to minimise the strain in your arms. Your hair falls like a dark waterfall to the middle of your back, begging to be played with. I relish the thought of running my hands through it. Finally your head is held defiantly high.

Molly and Jack [Mf] [oral]

His eyes followed her around the track once again. Her butt popped up and down with every stride down the back stretch, and as she made the turn her beautiful breasts came bouncing into his gaze. He had to make a conscious effort to look away from her. He focused on the runners whose names he could barely remember until he saw her come bounding around the corner once again. She was toned. Her legs were powerful, and her butt was rounded and firm. He could see little spots of sweat soaking through her sports bra. She was a goddess, sexy and lusted over by all the boys at Overland high school and unbeknownst to her, lusted over by her track coach as well.

On a train [CMNF], [OON], [Exhib], [F]

I was travelling on a night train from Edinburgh to London, it was unusually quiet even for midweek and the sole occupants of my own carriage at the far end of the train consisted of an elderly couple who were fast asleep and a student facing me from the table on the opposite side. We passed comment occasionally but we were both rather more focused on our own books than conversation, I even slept myself for a few hours waking up around 3am.

 

There were still a few hours until the train arrived so I grabbed my bag from the overhead rack, nodded at my companion and wandered down the carriage to freshen up and get changed. On arrival there was no chance I was stepping inside that restroom given the state it had been left in by previous occupants. I quickly brushed my teeth in the alcove outside, but getting changed was out of the question since the few people in the next carriage were clearly quite active.

 

Nude Housecleaning Service

Hey Y’all

I’m a Military wife so of course broke and always looking for ways to make money. So I’ve been dabbling with the housekeeping business. It seems a couple of college guys who live over at The Grove near UNC-A were interested in having me come clean their apartment after talking about the idea on my Tumblr. I’ll admit I was very hesitant but they offered to pay me $100 to come over and clean for a couple hours. I can certainly use the money so I figured why not.

I got there and their place was surprising clean. They were a really cute couple of guys. I’d say a bit geeky but I only say that because that’s how they described them selves. The apartment was full of computers, a PS3, Wii and XBox. I kidded them that their power bill must be outrageous.

[MF][Fantasy][Assplay] The gemeye

This is something I threw together last night, please give it a read and let me know what you think. Part 2 will be forthcoming if there's any interest.

Oswin awoke with a pounding headache. He kept his eyes squeezed closed and counted throbs. He rolled slightly and his shoulder erupted in pain, his hands were bound behind him and had been all night. His ankles, too were tied.

Well. Fuck.

He waited until the headache subsided and opened his eyes. He lay on a soft blanket inside a small hut, a cozy fire burned in the center, the smoke drifting lazily through a hole in the roof. Eagerly he searched for something sharp to cut his bindings, but found nothing. Oswin began rubbing his hands together, hoping to loosen the rope, but it was tied fast.

A cloth that served as the door opened, and he ceased his efforts. Beyond was a young man, an elf by his look, and a young woman. He said something to her in elvish, and she nodded once, and entered. The flap closed behind her.

My [FF]irst and only time with a prostitute in the redlight district

This is probably my “wildest” story and I still can’t believe it’s true when I think back on it.

It warrants some background, so I’ll start at the beginning. Two years ago I went to Russia and met a friend of a friend. We went out partying and after drinking copious amounts of alcohol, I ended up naked in his bed. Yes, it was “one of those” nights. I was in a bit of a dry spell and on vacation, so I didn’t mind too much. Free pass. We actually had amazing physical chemistry. He wasn’t a looker, but his huge dick and skills in the bedroom made up for it. We did my favorite position of me lying flat on my stomach with my legs straight, and closed, ass up and him straddling me. My pussy felt so tight, gripping him. It sent me into multiple orgasm mode, just pure bliss! After that night, we instantly fell in lust. I met him again the day after and we got high and fucked all night and morning, I barely had time to grab my suitcase and head to the airport the next day.

The first ti(M)e I (F)ucked a married girl. And some anal! Detailed, true.

This was many years ago so please understand as it will hard to be as detailed as I usually like to be. Also this incident takes place about two years after my sexcapades with a very hot older lady, which I've written down for you arousal HERE. The married woman is Amber, my friend Kevin's wife…

Her husband overseas at work for an extended period, Amber had just moved into a rental home. Since there was no real male figure in her immediate life to help, it fell on me to be a good friend and do what I could for her. It was also a bonus that there was an abundance of Jack Daniels and good bud to be had in exchange for me just helping unpack, move furniture, yard care, stuff like that. Plus we were good friends and had a lot of fun and goofiness together.

Our Story Pt. 3 {An ongoing work of (F)iction by Babygirl and DaddyDo(M)}

  1. Written by ~Daddy~

Quickening my thrusts the engorged head of Daddy's cock sliding in, out, back in… faster than you expected and yet serene in it's rhythm, your back arches with your hands still pinned above your head. I tell you to keep your hands right where they are at, releasing your wrists and caressing your smooth skin; down your arm, over your chest, your left breast, sensitive and erect nipple, over your stomach and wrapping around your leg. Lifting and bringing your hips closer to me in one motion, my throbbing member slips out of you and I thrust up between your pussy lips, tickling your clit. My hands bring your legs together, straight up and place them over my left shoulder, enjoying the view as your sweet wet lips peek out, flushed and wanting to be spread.

As my cock fills up that perfect tight hole your face turns into the pillows, gasping, hands desperately trying to find purchase on the headboard and finding nothing. With Daddy filling you up there is nothing more that you want right now but to be his little slut, to please him, and as you move your hands down from above your head to grab your ass you feel me pull out suddenly and sharply.

Beach meet [M] [CD/Trans] [oral] [anal]

First post here. I'm using one of my stories penned under my tranny email address. Comments welcome.

Penny loved the cool summer breeze coming in off the shore as she walked along the French beach, back to her apartment; her open toed shoes in hand, her feet immersed in the golden sand. She was to leave here tomorrow, and started to think about what a great holiday she'd had — no life romances, but certainly no shortage of hot studs. This was a beach that had given her a number of those studs, and she wanted one final holiday fling before the reality of home and real life inevitably returned.

As she walked along, Penny could hear muffled moans of pleasure from behind some of the dunes at the edge of the beach; not terribly discreet perhaps, but everyone knew the kind of action to expect on this beach. As she continued along, towards the apartment complex, she noticed him coming out of the water in front of her .