This is my first submission of an erotic story. Feedback is very welcome and feel free to comment. * We were lying in our bed, her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest. I brushed aside her red hair and smiled as I saw her sleeping. Her eyes closed shut, mouth slightly open. As her breath tickled my chest, I felt a stirring in my groin. We were both n...
Note: This story is a complete work of fiction, and in no way represents the personal experiences of the author. It is primarily a love story for anyone to read, but it is erotic, and if you're offended by incest, gay lovers, mild language, or graphic descriptions of straight sex, I strongly suggest that you don't read this!!! That being said, this is my fir...
Author's note: The story continues, part 5 of 6. This is mostly large Group and Bisexual, introducing some of the Metaphysics of Clan sex. As before, comments and voting are greatly appreciated, especially voting. It helps me know how well I am being entertaining. Thanks... The Hunters and the Hunted - Chapter 5 What a marvelous night for a Moon Dance......
It all started quite innocently. Jane and I had been dating for nearly a year and our relationship had hit a low point. Just when I thought it was over she suggested we try something different. Sexually different. I wasn't entirely sure about the look in her eye or her eagerness but she had me at "sexually different". She invited me over for a special dinne...
Who says big girls don't get laid? Whoever said these words obviously never met me. Brenda O'Bannon is the name and I am a five-foot-six, big-bottomed voluptuous and curvy red-haired Irish beauty who loves to have fun. I'm twenty six years old and I've been partying for a decade. Ever since college, I absolutely love to go to the club and dance with the cute...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (17.5 min/mp3) * * * * * You know you've been driving me crazy all day, parading around in that short, little, cropped t shirt of yours, your braless breasts swaying back and forth with your every move. Your nipples push out at the cotton fabric and hold the tee out from your tight tummy. Now, as...
Note - Unlike my other writing, this does contain an element of fiction. * The GEN light started blazing red, the classic VW bus warning for an overheating motor, as the same belt which spins the generator drives the fan to cool the motor. This was a bad stretch of road for this to happen, with absolutely nowhere to pull off from the hilly, curvy narrow pa...
Brandon walked into the bedroom where his nieces were all having some tea and cake – totally nude. The girls had become so comfortable being naked in front of their uncle and each other, the clothes had started flying the moment they'd walked through the door hours earlier. They had set about cleaning his house from top to bottom, wearing only their birthday...
Cuckold's dilemma: Calvin's Saturday night The rush of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm Calvin as he sat quietly on the cushioned wooden chair brought into the bedroom just for him. Placed squarely at the end of the bed where his wife of 10 years was riding her lover like a woman possessed. The sights and sounds of their coupling occupying his s...
As I stand in front of you you're sat facing the back of the dining chair. You are topless, wearing a black garter belt and black FF stockings and classic black spike heels. I'm wearing a classy black suit, white crisp cotton business shirt, gold tight dog-tooth silk tie with black brogues. In my hand I'm holding a red silk scarf that I'm folding into a lo...