My pussy is wet again, soaked at the thought of getting your cock into my mouth again. I hum as I move around the house, trying to keep my thoughts off of what I would really rather be doing. There are chores to finish, and I want the house to be presentable when you get here. I've already taken one break because I needed to finger my pussy. If I stop again,...
I met Natascha at a club in Brazil. As a woman with a Russian father and an Afro-Brazilian mother, she had a very exotic and intoxicating look. Her curly blonde, shoulder length hair topped off a slightly tanned and perfectly proportioned body. The mutual attraction was obvious and after a few drinks and a great conversation we decided to go to a motel. (A B...
Present day The sire vampire had seen the young man make eye contact in the club. He was at the club for two reasons — to find a young man to fuck, and then to Turn him. The other three vampires in his coven — Adrian, Carden and Kieran, all appearing young, all handsome — were elsewhere in the club, waiting for their leader to make his pick. The sire in...
Guatemala City 1/1990 *** Everything in this story is true, as in it actually happened. Not all at the same time. Probably not in the same exact sequence, or with or to the exact same people. Which likely doesn't matter because I changed some names, and have forgotten others. That's a consequence of getting older and not having written it down those many y...
Julie sat behind her desk mulling over the photographs she'd received in the mail that day. She needed four contestants, each with a different hair color but choosing them became difficult for all were so beautiful. Finally, after narrowing down the entries by color, she made her decision according to the woman's first name. On her notepad, she scribbled the...
You sit in the straight-backed, sturdy, hardwood chair wearing, as directed, a white blouse, knee length skirt, pretty, but not sexy underwear and heels, and, somewhat out of the ordinary, a garter belt and stockings. Your back is as straight as that of the chair, your hands are folded in your lap, your ankles crossed demurely, and you look absolutely straig...
I wasn't sure what I was more confused about; how exactly I had found myself in this situation or how I felt about it. I could hear my best friend's voice down the hallway. My ears were red. Yes, technically she was talking about me, but also because I was growing more anxious and embarrassed by the second by what was about to transpire. The door bell had r...
Women have five levels of sex and save the top tier of sex for the very best of men. When it comes to having sex with women, men think that they know everything about having sex with women. I bet men don't know that, as far as women are concerned, there are five levels of sex. I bet men don't know that there's such a thing as level five sex, the top tier of...
This is my first written erotic story. I intend to write a number of them, all based on something I and my wife have done together. Sometimes it will be a 100% true story, sometimes a true story with my own or my wife's fantasies added. Often write them with my wife sitting next to me, slowly stroking my cock or positioned so I can look right up her asshole,...
= = = = = = = Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. They find out things about themselves that they had only suspected before that week, but might change their lives forever. = = = = = = = * * * * * * * Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kinde...