During our first few semesters of college, while living in the dorms, my roommate, Jenny, and I would have mutual masturbation sessions, at least twice a week. They never went further than watching each other, although I wish they would have. Last year, we moved into an off campus town house. Now that we have our own space and bedrooms, we haven't had one o...
"Yeah, suck my cock, slut... god that feels so good..." Ashleigh smiled around the cock of the boy thrusting in and out of her mouth, sucking at it a bit harder. She was lying on her back in the middle of a group of men, some who she knew, some who she didn't. Her best friend had just turned twenty one and of course threw a party, complete with alcohol, ill...
The story is a collaboration between ChucktownRadio and Geyserlicious. Each of us wrote from the perspective of the two women in the story. Writing together was incredibly erotic for both of us. ***** Rainy Homecoming By ChucktownRadio and Geyserlicious Sarah: You come home tired, taking your shirt and bra off and collapsing on the bed. I walk in and fr...
Paris was our garden of ecstasies. One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their...
-Saturday; A little after noon- "Oh, I'm doing fine, Laura. How are you?" said Mandy, talking to her girlfriend over the phone. Mandy threw her head back into the couch and let out a silent moan. On either side of her were Sarah and Erin. Sarah had her hand buried in Mandy's pants and Erin was lining Mandy's neck with kisses. "I've been having a"—Mandy let...
The evening drew to an end, Rachel invited Angie inside. Placing logs onto the fire, she went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. Bringing two glasses back with her, she asked if Angie would care to have a drink. Pouring the wine she set the glasses on the coffee table taking a seat next to Angie. Snuggled in under a blanket, resting her head on Angie's...
This is a story that's been festering for quite some time. It's based partly on fact and partly of fiction, you have to decide. * It's been long pondered by many people what drives a persons thoughts, imaginations, stimulations, lusts, wants and needs. My wife and myself have had many countless evenings pondering such thoughts, or should I say lusts... Th...
Your lips were like silk, as they pressed against me, your hands searching for my buttons. I could feel your heart beat through the cotton of your shirt. Your tongue finding mine, and playing with it, searching and sucking, your whimpers soft, muffled, as your kiss deepened. I leaned into you, smelling your scent, taking you into my lungs, my being, my nipp...
I woke up with a damp heat between my legs. The clock said it was a little after two a.m. Trying to ignore it, I lay still and feigned sleep, hoping to convince my body that it was asleep. That didn't work. I lay there for what seemed like a very long time and when I opened my eyes again it was still a little after two. I rolled over and reached for Andrea....
This story isn't so much about plot. If you like stories with a dedicated plot-line that takes a while to build up to the erotic bits, then this probably isn't for you. This is my first story, in over a year, so please bear that in mind. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** Background to the story: Me and my partner Rosey have just come home from a...