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.
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 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”
I’ve been working on this story for a while and wanted to offer you a preview so here is the first chapter.
It was their 5th wedding anniversary so Sean had planned out an epic South Pacific Cruise to celebrate. Sean was an IT Support Consultant, he made an average wage but careful saving and budgeting had allowed him to surprise Kristy with a three week cruise. Sean was a tall man with shoulder length dark blonde hair which he normally had pulled back in a ponytail. He had crystal clear blue eyes that could quite often pierce you to your very soul. Often described as a hippy, he was often sloppily dressed but could occasionally clean himself up for formal occasions. Kristy was a casual office worker. She was a bit shorter than Sean with with fair skin, dark green eyes and hip length, curly dark blonde hair.
Sean had planned out the cruise for months, squirrelling away money as best he could to surprise his wife. They had a typical life, board games with their friends on Friday nights, sleeping in on the weekends, and the 9-5 jobs during the week. Their sex life had become a bit stagnant, only occasionally making love and always in the same position. Sean was hoping that the cruise would change that, allow them to spice up their lives. Continue reading “The Cruise to Remember (A Preview)”
Friday night was movie night for the gang. Three couples would rotate houses to watch a movie and keep in touch. We’d been doing it since leaving high school, three school friends and their partners. We’d all met our partners in uni many years ago and we’d just kept up the tradition as long as we could.
James and I had been best friends at school, he is a slim built man, about average height with short-cropped hair, and he is rather nerdy. Not much to look at if you believe social media’s opinions but he was attractive to the fairer sex. His greatest feature was his tight stomach. We’d spent many an afternoon hacking away on our computers, working on various software projects all while downloading and looking at porn in the background. He had met Kristie shortly into his Computer Science Degree at uni. She is equally nerdy, shorter than James and with shoulder length brunette hair. Even after fifteen years since high school her handful sized breasts were still perky and her ass tight. Continue reading “Movie Night”