She is in a very mellow mood; she wants intimacy, a slow hand, a feeling of warmth and a gradual build up to our love making. She wants to feel loved, but she also wants to be taken. She wants to be fucked. The lighting is low and soft on her skin as I nudge her and she rolls onto her stomach. My hand lightly grazes the skin of her lower back and my fingers...
She pulled into the parking lot of the motel. His car was already there. She found a parking spot and waited for a minute. Her cell phone rang and she picked up the call. "Hey there" his voice came over the phone, "is your erotic mind ready to drive me wild?" "My mind and something else," she laughed. "I'm here in the parking lot, what room are you in" "...
Chapter 1: Annie's Perspective There was my husband, standing by the bbq, chatting up Leah again. No wonder we had been fighting and had decided to split. He always chatted up other women when we went out anywhere. I turned and saw Darryn standing by the tree; it looked like he was...yes having a leak. He was always drunk, according to Leah, but he was ki...
I would not call myself fetish boy. Not that I am into plain vanilla sex, but rather that I don't go out of my way to worship feet, or nylons, or elbows, or whatever other kinks motivate the truly inspired. But with Charlotte I learned to appreciate more of what is out of white middle class ordinary. Have I said she had the longest tongue? "My turn" as sh...
He wasn't sure what had awakened him. Joe looked over at the bedside clock. Two-thirty in the morning. He flopped back against the pillow. He had an early flight and needed to sleep. He rolled over and closed his eyes. Then he heard it. Laughter. Deep, throaty laughter. Female laughter. Throwing back the covers, Joe slipped on a pair of boxers and headed o...
High school was not kind to me. It's a time when girls go for jocks and bad boys, not writers and thinkers. I even had teachers tell me that high school was not for me, and to not worry about girls. Once I got to college, I would do just fine. I have to say they were pretty much on the mark. I wasn't with a new girl every night, nor did I want to be, but the...
A fictional letter from a National Guardsman overseas to his wife. * My Dearest Love, I know this will be the first time we have been apart on your birthday. This letter will not make up for my absence, and I only hope as you read it makes our separation a little easier. I will be home soon My Love, and we can celebrate all the holidays I have missed. You...
The story on Literotica had made me so horny that I had to send it to you. Copying the link into an email to you, I had a feeling that you would be impacted the same way. So, I wasn't too completely surprised when you knocked on my door about a half hour later. But I was caught off guard when, without saying a word, you stepped across the threshold, pulling...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my pe...
Sharon was a vision, lying sprawled akimbo on the bed, one arm behind her head on the pillow, the other draped across her body with the fingertips combing gently through the curls above her labia. Her hair, looking like she was fresh from a fuck, fanned out over her breasts with the nipples poking through. She was watching me with eyes dreamy and semi-focuse...