She felt his hand push aside her hair. Then his breath on her nape. A dry tongue traced a line from the base of her neck into her hair line. Then a kiss. There, on her nape just beneath her hair. Her hair pulled taut now. Tongue circling slowly. Wet. She leaned into it, her back hard against the ungiving wood of the chair. Another stroke of the tongue,...
Somewhere along the line, I made a discovery about being a female and being able to be stimulated to such a peak that I experienced ejaculation. I've been encouraged to share my learning experience on here. Who knows, maybe in sharing what I've learned about how my own body reacts, more woman will realize they have the potential and just need to learn what t...
...And then it was morning. Light shone through partially open blinds onto Larissa's nude form. She calmly underneath her bedsheets, sleeping deeply. The events of the previous night were forgotten to her; she'd get what she wished for, even if she didn't know what was coming. Anything and everything she would want, no matter how sexual, could become a reali...
She was sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. He had worked her hard over the past several hours, fucking her over and over again, always in new positions, different locations, testing her and himself. How much sexual stimulation could she take before she began to "chain" -- cumming over and over, orgasm on top of orgasm, until she begged him to stop and begg...
So, I shall begin by apologizing for that stupid mistake on the first part. You'll have to omit the last part of part 1 (The part after Erin and the narrator cuddle). That was part of Part 2, which I have decided to rewrite completely. So, based on the ratings of my first story, I'm guessing that my very first erotic story was received very well. I original...
The walk back to the condo was relaxing. Without the music and the dirty dancing we had a civil conversation and I was feeling more at ease. Besides, once we got back to the condo there was really nowhere to go and be alone. We went down to the beach and she and I talked for about thirty minutes. Then she leaned over and kissed me. When she withdrew, she sa...
Cynthia was a married woman who believed in fidelity, family and marriage. She had all three, but she was bored. She did not want to lose her relationship with her husband or break up her family, but the sexual frustration she felt was making her unhappy. Some days she wished she had the courage to seek satisfaction, but that went against everything she had...
This is the real experience of a friend of mine who visited the US in the eighties. He told me the story when we flew down to Cape Town on a business trip about 15 years ago. I found it extremely erotic at the time and still do. * * * * * It had been a spectacularly successful trip to the States. The Americans he had negotiated with had displayed the warmt...
This is the story on how I lost my cherry to another woman and the wife found a hidden desire. A girlfriend of my wife's convinced us to attend a Hookers & Deviates ball with her. After booking into a spa suite at a ritzy hotel we all got ready to go. I went dressed as a pimp, big hat with feathers and a 70's look. Wife dressed as a hooker with micro skirt...
The second thing I noticed about her was the diamond ring on her left hand. As a single man, and a particularly horny one at that, who spends a lot of time on the road, I've learned to consider all women to be potential sex partners. It pays to note at the outset which ones are married. Not that I have any qualms about fucking a married woman, mind you; inde...