Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled...
It didn't take long for the giddiness in getting to make out with Tamara to be completely ruined by my resident paranoia. Was she toying with me? It didn't seem like it. She genuinely seemed to be on good terms with her butler and Maria, that's a plus for her. She was not snobby and appeared to be pleased when I commented on her art work rather than the size...
The next morning, Steph was the first to awake. She rolled over and eyed the small naked curled up girl that fitfully slept across the room. She was huddled as close to the wall as possible, as far away from Steph as she physically could be. Turned on by the notion that her so recently subjugated roommate was scared of her, Steph decided she'd test the bound...
When the doorbell rang Laura Carpenter had just finished drying her hair after a shower. Throwing on a thin robe, she peeked out from behind the living room curtains. As her eyes focused on the woman at the door, she involuntarily caught her breath. This was certainly one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Her outfit was very businesslike...
The next morning I woke up in a tangle of Delia's arms around my lean, muscular body. I sat up and smiled at her, a vertical beam of sunshine crept through the curtains and trailed down her beautifully naked body. She twirled the curls in my hair, and then looked at me affectionately. "Blair," she said. "Don't take this the wrong way, ok? I just... I just d...
One of my lady friends is a big fan of country music. She doesn't like her given name so she goes by the name "Country", and all her friends, including I, call her that. Country is not an exhibitionist, as the term is usually understood. She does not sit in a window seat in a restaurant, playing with herself so people going by can see her, nor does she go o...
This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains graphic sex. If this offends you, don't read it! If you're under 18, get lost. None of these people are real, just little corners of my mind that I sometimes let out to play... - FOR LORI - I see you immediately across the dark, smoky room as I make my way onto the stage, the only female in a crowded room of me...
We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the...
Thank you so much to Lusty_Libra for so kindly proof reading and editing this first attempt at writing erotica. Your sweet words and encouragement are greatly appreciated. ***** My name's Crystal and I absolutely love watching sports. Football, rugby, boxing, rugby, tennis, rugby, athletics, rugby, ice hockey, rugby, wrestling and especially rugby. And bef...
I fucked Beth on Tuesday evening. Wednesday afternoon, just as I was clearing my desk to go home, I called my assistant/lover, Vicki, into my office. "Close the door," I said when she entered. "Yes ma'am?" Vicki asked about being called into my office. Ever the professional at work. "Have you any plans for this evening?" I asked as I closed my laptop's...