I’m picturing us in your room, I’m taking off your clothes, first I pull your shirt over your head, then pull your pants down, reaching around and unclasping your bra, feeling your breasts fall free against my chest. Pulling the bra free and stepping back I take in your body before dropping to my knees, hooking my fingers into your panties, sliding them all the way down your legs before running my hands back up the insides, parting them far enough for me to run my tongue along your moist slit and then using my fingers to spread your lips so that i can encircle your clit with my mouth.Continue reading “Standing Up Meal”
“I’m picturing it..”
It being you playing with your dildo
“And what else?”
I am seeing you on your bed, your face flushed, your nipples hard and pointing through your nightie, pulled up the slightest amount to allow your hand access between your legs. I can just imagine how wet your lips are as they part to allow your dildo access to your tight, wet, pussy.
The look of pleasure on your face as you slide it in and out as I stand in your room and watch, the murmur of your moaning, the smell of your arousal, the visceral pleasure of your exhibition
The sounds of your pleasure, the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, the movement of your arm… the way your mouth is parted slightly, your tongue wetting your lips as you look at me, standing against the wall, my pants tenting right out as the blood from my body focuses on one point.
“What’s your next move?”
I stand against the wall, throbbing with desire as you masturbate on your bed, I moan as you moan, your eyes fixed on mine as you lift up your nightie to expose your breasts, your nipples teasing me with their hardness. I want to reach out and touch them, taste them with my tongue, to suck them.
But I obey your rule, no moving without a command.
You sit up and take your nightie off completely, your breasts swinging free as you lay back down… I can finally see how wet you are with the glistening dildo buried between your legs. My aching cock is dribbling precum as it throbs and twitches in its material prison, begging silently to be released.
“And will you release him?”
“Only if i am allowed.”
“It’s not fair if you only get to watch me.”
You summon me closer, to see more as you continue to pleasure yourself, you reach out and stroke me through my pants, giggling as I groan from the teasing. You take one of my hands and place it upon your breast, the warmth of your skin sends a lightning bolt to my strained cock. You drag my hand down over your stomach until my fingertips graze the top of your pubic hair, the heat already setting my arousal on fire.
You slide your dildo out with one hand and with our fingers intertwined on the other, I get my first feel of your sex, the slippery, hot, wet folds of your labia parting eagerly for our fingers as we both push inwards. I whimper as I feel the raw strength of your pussy clenching around our probing fingers. You look at me, I’m so incredibly turned on, and you take pity on me, telling me I can remove my clothes but I am still not allowed to touch my achingly hard cock.
One handed, I remove my clothes and stand next to you, our fingers still inside your wet hole, my cock pointing straight out, the head glistening and wet with my arousal. You tell me to massage your breast as you release my hand, my finger still buried inside you. With your hand now free you reach towards my erection. I watch, spellbound, as you wave your fingers closer and closer.
Will you just tease me as I bring you to orgasm with my finger or will you finally touch me?
As my fingers find all the right spots you tip over into your first orgasm, your hand snatched away as you convulse.. I feel your orgasm subsiding and as you come down I feel your fingers wrapped around my shaft. I let out a big grunt as you give one, long, slow pull.
“I feel like I am about to cum.”
“You’re not the only one.”
I warn you of my impending orgasm and instantly you release me, my cock bouncing up and down. I keep fingering you, post orgasm twitches getting you closer and closer to another explosion. You reach out and pull on my balls, grasping them gently with your fingers and then pulling down firmly. The sensation pulls me back from my orgasm. Explosion averted you wrap your hand around me again and start to stroke. Slowly, so slowly that you can feel my heartbeat in my shaft.
I want to last as long as I can, to enjoy the sensation of your hand on my body but i know it is hopeless, your teasing has me on the edge of a very high precipice, to delay the inevitable now would be wasting time. With a smirk you look up at me and tell me that when I cum I have to clean it up. Then you start stroking me in earnest.
My finger slips from your pussy as my head rolls back, I can feel this orgasm tearing through my body, my balls tightened. I grunt, I moan, I growl. The cum floods through my body from my balls, along my shaft, then out of the eye of my cock. Spurt after spurt gushes out of me. After the last twitch tears through my body I slump backwards a little, your hand on my cock holding me steady as the last dribbles of cum splash down upon your body.
I open my eyes, flashes of light still visible from my intense release. I look down and see your breasts are coated with my creamy white cum.
With a cheeky smirk you release my cock and tell me to start cleaning up. Naturally I go for the tissues, you tut tut and tell me to use my tongue. A throb pulses through my now softening cock as you cradle my head as I lean down to lick your body clean of my ejaculation. You tell me I did a good job obeying the rules and then let me kiss you, sharing the taste of my orgasm with me.
You feel his arms around your shoulders, your head rests on his chest, listening to his heart beating. The warmth of your embrace keeping you cozy. One hand resting in his lap, the other behind him as you embrace him. His hand on your hip, the other caressing your head. Occasionally he leans down to kiss your head, he whispers sweet nothings to you between kisses. The deep murmuring thumping through his chest.
The TV you are both watching is turned down low, it’s a romance film, the title you’re not sure of but it’s a gentle distraction from the thoughts running through your head. Could it be real? Sitting here with the man of your dreams, finally he is yours. Years of torment for both of you, unhappiness experienced from dwindling marriages, the strength you got from this man sustained you. And now he’s yours, whispering his love to you right now. Continue reading “Together at Last”
This is a collaboration story that I wrote with a friend of mine, Adelyn Diamond, who is new to the erotica scene. I initially wrote the story based on a late night conversation which she then edited to insert her own flavour. I then went through it again, added a couple of final details and here we are. We both hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.
I’ve been looking forward to this date for months. We’ve both just come out of rough relationships and the support we got from each other is all that got me through. There’d always been a strong sexual attraction between us, ever since we first met at work years ago, yet I wasn’t one to admit it in its entirety until much later in our friendship. His marriage was hard, and not fair to him, but I wanted to continue to be there for him. Mine was just dwindling away and I was unsure of what to do, he was there to pick up the pieces when I finally made that hard decision. Now, with two separations complete, a new relationship can begin – though I have to admit, after fifteen years in my last relationship, I was a little nervous. Continue reading “First Date”
I had worked with her years ago in a part time job, we’d both work the same late night shifts, the ones where it was quiet enough to have many long conversations about anything and everything. There’d been some attraction, when you spend five hours a night working side by side someone you inevitably do. We’d never acted on it though. Fast forward ten years, we’re no longer working together and we haven’t seen each other for years. Our only source of contact was the phone. Texts and the occasional phone call. I can’t remember who suggested it but when we’d run out of things to talk about, one of us suggested truth or dare. An interesting game to play via text, it was almost always truth. The questions started off tame but then they became more risque. We learned more about each other’s sexual likes and dislikes than I ever thought possible. Continue reading “Nudism Gets Naughty”
I’d known her for a while, a friend of a friend kind of situation. We’d never really run in the same circles but recent change in employment had resulted in more communication via online mediums. We’d talk on and off about various topics, all staying safe and above board until one fateful night when a couple of beers on my end loosened my fingers until I disclosed some more intimate details. That conversation revealed that my friend hadn’t had her pussy eaten in more than five years. My heart went out for her but cock snapped to attention.
I never thought it would progress beyond my overstimulated imagination until the next social gathering. Catching up face to face, the memory of our conversation shot through my brain. I’d never really noticed the way she carried herself before, confident and strong, her short stature belied a strength of character few could dismiss. Her auburn, shoulder length hair framed her pale face, brown eyes full of mischief always looking for trouble. Her hips were wide and her waist small, her large breasts completed her hourglass figure perfectly.
Your girlfriend had bought us both a new sex toy, it was a buttplug with a cock and ball ring attached to it. She knew that we have our porn nights, our little escape from our heterosexuality so she thought she would surprise us with matching toys. It turned out that she was the surprised one when she came home early and found us nude on the couch. Continue reading “Double Surprise”
Just a quick one based on a suggestion from a friend.
Lisa had no idea where she was or what was happening but as she woke up she knew one thing, it was very hard to breathe. It felt like there were two hands around her neck, squeezing and pulling her around. She also felt like her sex was on fire, as she regained consciousness she became aware of someone with her, someone pinning her down. And that someone was inside her, spreading her apart. Opening her eyes she sees someone wearing a helmet, his face contorted in pleasurable pain, he’s breathing hard. She can smell smoke, the heat of a fire, is it her house? The last thing she remembers is falling asleep in her own bed but now it looks like she is in her backyard, flames tearing through her house as she struggles to breathe whilst being fucked. She reaches a hand out to the man inside her, he looks at her with burning lust in his eyes. He chokes her again, the spots forming in her vision as he sinks himself to the hilt in her pussy. How long has he been fucking her like this in her own backyard? Continue reading “Fireman Fuck”
This is part two of the Babydoll challenge series. I am still working on a name for this series, Babydoll simply refers to the challenger. I’m starting to develop some supernatural themes in this series, my imagination is taking us on a wild ride so lets see where we end up.
If you’ve not read it yet, you should check out Babydoll first.
Sarina had had a lonely childhood. The sole daughter of a county judge in Gwent she’d not wanted for anything but friendship. Unfortunately social media and easy friendship were 400 years away. Her father was a strict, religious man. The term sober as a judge was coined from men like him. Sadly for Sarina his sobriety included emotions. Being in the upper echelons of society meant that Sarina was often confined to the manor house, visitors her own age were few and far between.
Having spent her youth indoors Sarina was a pale girl with white skin like pure china, under-developed muscles gave her almost a ghostly appearance. Her love of reading alone in silence had formed in her a desire to be quiet in her movement, she often startled the house-staff with her almost ballerina gracefulness when moving about the house. She was tall for a girl, nearing 6 feet but she was slender, her height only exaggerated her small bosom and slender body. She had eyes of the purest blue, when she looked at you it felt like she was looking into you at your very self.
It was not until she had reached the age of twenty that she was permitted to venture from the manor grounds, albeit with a chaperon to care for her purity. Given her confinement at home she had mastered many sewing disciplines and it was a passion of hers. On her journeys into the world she often went directly to the houses of various sewing artisans to learn more. There was one particular artisan, a mysterious woman by the name of Melissa, whom she often visited. Melissa was welcoming of Sarina, they would spend hours together stitching and weaving thread and cloth, creating such fashions that would be the top of the town in bigger cities like London and Oxford.
After some time the two set up a permanent arrangement, twice a week Sarina would venture down with her chaperon who would attend to various chores while Sarina was in the capable care of the older Melissa. During their time alone they would talk, Sarina would recall the tales she had read in the books her father had purchased for her. Melissa would regale her with tales of the world. Sarina would find herself daydreaming of Melissa and their time spent together when she was home alone in her room. They would be stitching a piece and she would be listening to Melissa talking, her voice hypnotic. Over time the dreams became more erotic in nature. Sarina would picture herself sitting closer to Melissa, inhaling her intoxicating scent, the occasional moments of physical contact as they moved to remain comfortable on the bench together. Sarina would feel a jolt of excitement each time Melissa’s leg moved against hers, her heart would skip a beat when she felt Melissa’s arm upon hers. They would both reach for a spindle of thread and their hands would connect and they would turn and stare into each others’ eyes. Sarina would lose herself in those eyes, she would feel her will melt away.
For weeks her dreams progressed from the innocent touches to more deliberate sexual advances. Melissa had been away for a week attending to some errands in another town and Sarina had not seen her for some time when she had the most explicit dream. Twas the night before their next scheduled get together.
In her dream Sarina saw Melissa sitting before her, Melissa’s arousal was obvious as her hardened nipples jutted out through the thinnest of material that was her shirt. Sarina felt a compulsion to cover Melissa’s breasts with her hands, she knew not why but it felt the right thing to do. She looked at Melissa who reached out and took Sarina’s hands and placed them upon her breasts, her pointed nipples pressing into Sarina’s palms. Fingers entwined Melissa used Sarina’s hands to massage her sensitive chest, grabbing at her own flesh she couldn’t help but utter a moan of pleasure. Sarina felt her own arousal washing over her body, she sensed her own sensitive nipples hardening and a warmth spreading through her body starting from between her legs. Leaning forward she would place her lips upon Melissa’s, the delicate sensation of the illicit kiss would wake her from sleep, her heart throbbing, her brain awash with conflicting emotions, and her pussy on fire with lust.
With her dream still fresh in her mind Sarina made her way to Melissa’s shop. It had been more than a week since they had last seen each other and Sarina was feeling nervous. Her chaperon delivered her and after some small talk with Melissa left to run her errands. Sarina struggled to maintain eye contact with Melissa, instead finding her eyes drawn downward, resting upon Melissa’s plain shirt. A shirt that modestly covered her ample breasts. Not wanting to be caught staring where she should not, Sarina kept her eyes darting around the shop between gazing at Melissa’s breasts. It may have been a trick of the light but every time Sarina looked it appeared like Melissa’s nipples were becoming more and more noticeable through the material covering them.
Feeling the heat in her face Sarina excused herself for a moment, when she returned Melissa asked her if there was anything bothering her, Sarina mumbled a barely perceptible “Nothing” before returning to her seat and her stitching. Sarina returned to her observations only this time her gaze was caught on her first glance towards Melissa. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Melissa’s exposed cleavage. She knew she was caught when Melissa broke the silence.
“I know you’ve been looking”.
Sarina’s heart raced, the blood flowed to her face, she glowed a bright, crimson red. Seeing the look of panic on her face Melissa continued.
“I’m not bothered that you are looking, I am flattered by your attention. If you would like to see all you needed to do was ask”.
With that she pulled on the strings of her clothing and bared her breasts in one move. Sarina could not help but stare at the most glorious display of womanhood that she had ever seen. Her own chest paled in comparison and due to the strict modesty of her chaste parents she had never had occasion to see another woman baring herself in such a way. The brazen exposure generated a tingling warmth between Sarina’s legs, her lips grew moist as Melissa cupped herself and tweaked a nipple while her other hand ran up her leg pulling her dress higher up to expose more of her flawless, creamy white thigh.
Hypnotised Sarina could manage the smallest of nods as Melissa continued to lift her dress, she was feeling light-headed from holding her breath as the soft, downy pubic hair between Melissa’s thighs was revealed. She let out the lungful of expired air as Melissa parted her legs, her visibly engorged lips glistening in their arousal as she ran a finger between them. Sarina unconsciously licked her lips as Melissa spread herself open with her fingers, she moaned as Melissa slid a finger inside herself for the first time. Melissa spoke softly to Sarina, “Come closer my girl, can you not see that I want you? Don’t you want to taste me as much as I want you to?” With a split second of guilty hesitation, Sarina knelt before her closest friend as her primal needs overwhelmed her and she breathed deep the heavenly scent of inflamed passion. With Melissa’s hand upon her head she was guided towards the throbbing pussy, flush with arousal. Mere centimetres away from her delicate target Sarina poked out her tongue and took her first sip of sweet nectar. When her tongue met Melissa’s aching clitoris a shiver exploded through her body, her own soaking pussy beat with desire, her nipples hardened like diamonds and she knew this is what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. To kneel before this goddess and to worship at her temple.
Emboldened by the reaction that Melissa was showing to her oral ministrations Sarina explored her friend in greater detail wanting to please her as much as she could. Using her hands she pulled on Melissa’s wet lips, spreading her open like a flower greeting the warm morning sun. Melissa’s inflamed cunt spread before her, Sarina slid a finger deep inside her lover, she could feel the tight canal pulling at her bringing her deeper. As an experiment she leaned forward to suck on Melissa’s clit as she wiggled her finger inside eliciting a grunt of raw need from Melissa. Melissa’s head was flung back, her eyes tightly closed as she reached the brink of long over release. Through gritted teeth she commanded, “Insert another finger and fuck me!” Sarina complied, her middle finger already slippery from rubbing against Melissa’s flowing fountain. With two fingers inside her and her tongue flicking her pleasure centre she adjusted her position on the floor between Melissa’s splayed legs. At that exact moment Melissa throbbed with passion, heaving herself off the chair she was in for a moment, when she came down Sarina found that during the movement her fingers had left Melissa’s pussy and when Melissa came back down one finger returned to her pussy but her middle finger found itself lodged deeply in Melissa’s ass.
The sudden intrusion was like a spark set to a cannon. A deep explosion welled up in Melissa’s body, Sarina continued her attack between spasming legs. Unaware of the orgasm ripping through Melissa’s body Sarina kept sucking, her fingers still reaching deep into Melissa. Melissa let out a mighty grunt as her orgasm hit her, every muscle twitched, her eyes crossed, her spasms forced Sarina to withdraw her fingers or they would be crushed. Sarina knelt back on her feet looking at Melissa as her pussy gushed with a clear liquid. She reached up to her face to find her cheeks slick with Melissa’s cum. She looked up to see Melissa passed out on the seat, her limbs hanging limply as her body recovered from its intense ordeal.
This was written in answer to a challenge. I liked the story line so I think I will get more stories out of these characters. I wanted to get something out now but the rest will have to wait.
Charles had been working in IT at the local high school for the past few months. He’d recently finished high school and had scored the job on his last days as a student when the previous IT guy quit. He was self-taught IT genius but didn’t have any of the certificates that all the big companies demanded but the high school was small and they just needed someone to keep the servers humming and the desktops working.
He had been a typical nerd in high school, not many friends in the real world but online he was a star. His coding exploits were well known. He was skinny and tall with his long, red hair often unkempt and covering his face. He was not considered physically attractive by any means. His attempt at a beard showed his young age more starkly than his recently acquired photo ID. He’d never had a girlfriend but thanks to the internet he had seen plenty of photos. Continue reading “Babydoll”