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Showing posts with label erotic fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic fiction. Show all posts
Monday, November 16, 2020
Friday, May 11, 2018
Borrowed Sugar
He snaps the pictures with his phone and sends them off as instructed. He waits. Dark circles of sweat already forming on his red polo shirt. He looks out the tiny window in the small space he rents. Some months, he actually makes the rent payment. The landlord says nothing as the building is old and the air conditioning barely works and she wants to present a somewhat full building to prospective renters.
He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.
Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.
His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.
He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down. He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.
He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.
A knock.
She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.
He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.
Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.
She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.
She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.
Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.
He stands, pushes them down.
His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.
Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.
She moves back down, his cock on her body.
He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.
Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.
He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady. When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.
He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.
His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.
She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.
She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.
He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.
Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.
His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.
He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down. He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.
He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.
A knock.
She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.
He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.
Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.
She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.
She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.
Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.
He stands, pushes them down.
His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.
Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.
She moves back down, his cock on her body.
He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.
Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.
He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady. When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.
He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.
His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.
She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.
She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Glazed
She felt the warm, thick liquid against the heat of her dark flesh. Her ample breasts covered in streams of his pleasure. She had been stroking him beneath his khakis as they kissed. She couldn't resist unzipping, taking him out, watching him grow in her hand.
Her kiss was the best he'd ever tasted. Hot, intense, hungry. With his pants off, she had full access to his pulsing cock. She cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, teased the large head. Traced the bulging veins from top to bottom.
As their kissing grew more intense, he knew what he wanted. He told her to get on her knees and remove her shirt. She willingly complied. He grabbed his cock and stroked it as she watched, looking up at him with deep brown eyes.
Her mouth tasted the tip of him, but he moved her head back. Not yet.
He stroked as she watched, breasts free of her shirt and lace bra.
He could barely contain himself, and he squeezed with a bit more pressure, stroked quickly, and his eyes closed. He felt the heat of semen releasing from him in burst after burst after burst. He couldn't remember cumming that much at once before. Thick ropes of cum were on her chest and shoulders. Hot, white, glistening against her dark skin.
She placed her fingers on her left breast, rubbed them in his fluid, and licked his taste.
The sight of her there caused his cock to tingle, even as it was recovering from the explosive pleasure.
He joined her on the floor and kissed her mouth. Then, eagerly, hungrily, began licking and tasting his cum on her flesh. She was moaning in delight as he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth and consumed his semen aggressively.
His mouth back on hers, the salty-sour taste of him on her lips.
He pushed her down, and she reached for him... feeling a stiffening cock and smiling.
His fingers penetrated her wet pussy, opening her for his ready member.
As the head of his cock rubbed against her clit, she placed her legs around his waist.
She'd wanted this for years now. And he needed it. Badly.
He thrust all the way inside and their lips embraced as their bodies were joined.
There was no stopping, no going back. Only a giving in... a response to pent up desire.
She fucked him back, begged him to go deeper, fuck harder. He complied, marveling at the incredible wetness and tight feel of her pussy.
She gripped his cock tightly and worked her body around him.
His lips and mouth found her still cum-stained breasts and devoured her.
She looked right into his eyes and the clear evidence of her desire caused him to cum again, pulsing hard inside her as her own sweet orgasm began.
He held her close and she looked at him: "Round three?"
Her kiss was the best he'd ever tasted. Hot, intense, hungry. With his pants off, she had full access to his pulsing cock. She cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, teased the large head. Traced the bulging veins from top to bottom.
As their kissing grew more intense, he knew what he wanted. He told her to get on her knees and remove her shirt. She willingly complied. He grabbed his cock and stroked it as she watched, looking up at him with deep brown eyes.
Her mouth tasted the tip of him, but he moved her head back. Not yet.
He stroked as she watched, breasts free of her shirt and lace bra.
He could barely contain himself, and he squeezed with a bit more pressure, stroked quickly, and his eyes closed. He felt the heat of semen releasing from him in burst after burst after burst. He couldn't remember cumming that much at once before. Thick ropes of cum were on her chest and shoulders. Hot, white, glistening against her dark skin.
She placed her fingers on her left breast, rubbed them in his fluid, and licked his taste.
The sight of her there caused his cock to tingle, even as it was recovering from the explosive pleasure.
He joined her on the floor and kissed her mouth. Then, eagerly, hungrily, began licking and tasting his cum on her flesh. She was moaning in delight as he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth and consumed his semen aggressively.
His mouth back on hers, the salty-sour taste of him on her lips.
He pushed her down, and she reached for him... feeling a stiffening cock and smiling.
His fingers penetrated her wet pussy, opening her for his ready member.
As the head of his cock rubbed against her clit, she placed her legs around his waist.
She'd wanted this for years now. And he needed it. Badly.
He thrust all the way inside and their lips embraced as their bodies were joined.
There was no stopping, no going back. Only a giving in... a response to pent up desire.
She fucked him back, begged him to go deeper, fuck harder. He complied, marveling at the incredible wetness and tight feel of her pussy.
She gripped his cock tightly and worked her body around him.
His lips and mouth found her still cum-stained breasts and devoured her.
She looked right into his eyes and the clear evidence of her desire caused him to cum again, pulsing hard inside her as her own sweet orgasm began.
He held her close and she looked at him: "Round three?"
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Garage
Guest writer K offers this:
Again. Not again. It was always at the worst times….
The entire neighborhood, children and dogs included, were in her yard. And here she was…with her son’s soccer coach, in the garage closet.
When he showed up at this party in the usual athletic shorts, she instantly noticed the outline of his manhood under the thin layers of polyester mesh. How his fiancé allowed him to wear those so casually, was beyond her. As soon as each family dispersed into the crowd, they made their respective exits…
His lean body perfectly curved against her as she arched back to kiss him. He wrapped a muscular arm around her torso and cupped her breast, pulling her into him more vehemently.
She braced herself against old mementos and hardware as he pounded into her from behind. They didn’t even want to look into each other’s’ eyes. The shame was almost too much, at least this time, because of the presence of their loved one’s mere yards away. But they couldn’t resist each other; it was inexplicable. The electricity was obvious at the first athletic camp practice this summer when they met. It was palpable, uncontrollable, just like their lovemaking.
The summer heat was nothing compared to the fire that they created when their skin met.
Sweat beaded on her chest as he circled her clit with confident fingers. Behind her, he gently bit her neck and stroked into her until her stomach clenched, on the verge of ecstasy.
Outside they heard excited tones from the party, a reminder that they couldn’t prolong their climax any longer. She put her hand on his, and circled her wetness more furiously. Her legs trembled as he increased his pace, slamming into her firm ass in steady, constant rhythm with their ragged breaths. As her body convulsed into his hard pelvis, her muscles tightened around him. She felt him in her core. They came together, in a rush of sweat and adrenaline. This was the catharsis they both needed after keeping face for so long. Eventually they would have to find a better solution, but now, these rendezvous would have to suffice.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
One Summer Day
Her pale skin glistened with the wet heat of a July day. 101 degrees.
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
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