Not Safe For Work. From analyses of fantasies to erotic fiction, this is content you don't want your boss to catch you reading.
One early summer morning, Anna and Eric went for a walk downtown near the riverfront in Savannah. Anna is wearing a mini skirt with a low cut shirt, no undergarments. Eric couldn’t stop picturing her without having his cock rising up under his shorts. There’s was this old abandoned building, that they were passing up on. Eric whispers in Anna’s ear, “let’s check out the old building. I want to fuck you in your sundress right now.”
Now if you’ve read my “Robbed Childhood” or “Bruised and Bloody” stories then you know i've been through trauma. A lot of people don't understand why someone who has been abused would subject themselves to more pain.I get asked a lot if it's like reliving the abuse but that is the FURTHEST thing on my mind. I feel empowered because I can take a lot of pain and enjoy it, I feel liberated and in a complete state of pleasure.Its basically trauma-mastery. As Gandalf says in LOTR- “You have no power here!” Yeah I'm a nerd, but that piece of shit was the furthest thing on my mind.
I sat down and jotted the first scene I had in mind for this story, and immediately became concerned. It just felt too much like I was "ripping off" desurtdawg's marvelous story, My Sister Eva Started it All. I sent him an e-mail voicing my concerns, but did not hear back from him. I let the rest of the story take shape in my mind over the following day, and realized that the story I had in mind didn't really have anything else in common with his Literotica classic, other than that one scene.
I picture us having a night solely dedicated to kinky sex. Its dusk and although it has been overcast all day the sight of the darkening sky fills me with excitement and anticipation. As I’m soaking n the bathtub I’m thinking about all the fun we’re gonna have tonight. I run my hand up my legs massaging the body scrub into my skin. I can’t help but imagine how it’ll feel to have your hands running up my inner thighs, or better yet you tongue. I wonder what you have in store for me. Your txt was so vague...leather, lace and wear your hair up. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. The element of surprise got me so excited. I continue to shave my legs slowly and carefully. I still have a few hours to prepare before you arrive. I finish up in the bath and take a warm shower to clean all the way off. Feeling the water run down my body again makes me think of you. Although the warmth of the water can’t compare to the way you feel. I step out onto the bathroom rug and dry off. I start to rub oil on my skin and still try to figure out what on earth you have in store for me. After I’m properly moisturized and scented lovely I slip into my silk robe and go to the bedroom. I walk over to my vanity and sit down. I start to plug in my flat iron until I remembered what you said. Wear your hair up. I put down the flat iron. I put my hair in a high bun, dominatrix style. You also told me to wear red lipstick, but why? You hate when I wear it because it “gets everywhere” when you kiss me. I have another flash of excitement, wonder, and also a touch of fear. Not that I necessarily am scared of you but scared of what you may have planned. Scared of how far you might go tonight. Suddenly I find myself going back thru the events of the past week. Did I argue with him? Did I do anything wrong? Did I forget anything? Although nothing jumped out at me unfortunately I know that I have a mouth on me so anything could’ve been said. And you like to address things after the fact. I continue to mess with my hair and makeup. Winged eyeliner, jet black and red lips per your request. At the last minute I decide to take the bun down and have one single braid. The bun was too “I’m in charge” and I’m clearly not running the show tonight. I take one more look at the reflection in the mirror and I’m pleased. Everything looks...perfect. For now that is. Time to get dressed. I
I would hear your car pull up in the driveway and get excited. I’ve been busy most of the evening preparing something I know you’d like, I spent all day in salons and shops all to get ready for this moment. Daddy’s home. I can hear your keys at the door so I quickly turn the oven on warm, we’re having dessert before dinner tonight. I grab a magazine to try to look preoccupied when you walk in the kitchen. “Hey baby, it smells real good in here”. I turn and smile, it’s always a pleasure to see you and you can tell...but ‘theres something different in those eyes of hers’, you think to yourself. I bite my bottom lip. But only slightly. If you weren’t paying attention you’d miss it. But I knew you were. I see the playful wonder in your eyes. I smile “hey sexy, how was your day?”. I get up to walk to you. As I’m getting closer I notice the change in your eyes. You’ve stopped staring at my lips and started to take it (me) all in, and I’m pleased with how you’re looking at me. As you watch me sashay towards you time seems to slow down. You notice the silky smooth robe I’m wearing but you look...closer. You see something underneath. Is that...lace? You’re still taking in more of the view. ‘She...she got her hair done’ you think to yourself. No, she got it cut! And cut short. And she’s beautiful. You run your gaze down me from head to toe. ‘Mmmm’ you think to yourself...look at those eyes and more importantly look at the way she’s looking at me. She loves me, and my goodness it looks like she wants me b a d tonight. On the way down. Still. Mmmm her lips look so soft and...juicy. I love it when she bite that lower lip...and that hair makes it easier for me to get to her neck. Its over if I get that spot on her neck. I love how her necklaces gleam right on her collar bone. Oh, and that black lace again! Hidden behind that damn robe! But its open j u s t enough that I can see the deep v cut of the lingerie...and that her nipples were rock hard. You get a sudden wave of excitement beneath your belt. Hershey kiss nipples perked up to let me know that she (and they) want my mouth all over them, bad...and stainless steel bars gleaming like stars on either side to let me know that they also craved a little bite. I think to myself, her pussy
I had consistently had the hots for my sisters companion named melissa, long dull hair, earthy colored eyes, and beautiful long legs that finished at an ideal tight round ass. my birthday was today, and melissa revealed to me that she was approaching give me a birthday suprise. she had vowed to give me a genuine treat. presently i'll disclose to you i've lost tally of the wet dreams I have had of screwing that pleasant ass of hers and I would will live a wild dream for my birthday.
There had always been tension between Angel and Tahlia. Always an air of suspicion or a lingering glance that had all the wrong intentions. It wasn’t anything malicious, but they had gotten into fights before. Arguments. There was even a fist fight back in the day, but that issue had long since been resolved.
Nikolai growled, slamming the door to his hotel room. He was on a school trip and had been arguing with his girlfriend all day. They were both seniors in highschool, Nikolai being 19 and Mara having just celebrated her 18th birthday.
The clanking of chains brought Alainia back to reality. She had been daydreaming of her home, a land of lush vegetation and beautiful skies. Here, smoke from the forge choked out the sun, and the trees were nothing more than barren logs. She tripped over the chains around her feet, bumping into the elven girl in front of her. “Ashtalo.” she said, apologizing in her native tongue. The orcs had ambushed them while out gathering food and supplies, slaying the guardians and capturing the rest of them. Gathering parties were mostly women and children, plus two trained guardians. Alainia had already been separated from the rest of her party, forced into another group of elves who would be sold at the market today. They were prodded forward, and told to step up onto the stage in front of them.
on a cold chilly day a woman was onto her way into a bar. she had just found out she had cancer she could not bear with the fact that she will lose her hair.
Alex has always been so sexy. She is cute as fuck, thick, and gorgeous as hell. Her big tits are so fucking hot! Seriously, her sexy cleavage makes my dick rock hard, and I love the way it feels when it is throbbing out of control. It feels amazing to stroke my long erection while admiring this gorgeous hottie with the biggest breasts that I would do anything to fuck!
“Vera?” Again, I heard my name in a questioning tone as was usual with first time tinder dates. “Yeah, hi!” I responded to the broad-shouldered, six-foot-three Leon who answered the door. He let me into his apartment which was low-lit and already had a sensual feel. Black leather furniture, lamps instead of overhead light, and red mood lighting in the bedroom. I told Leon beforehand I didn’t want to have sex the first time we hung out, but when I walked in the door, I thought that feeling might change. Leon poured me a glass of wine and asked me about myself. He mozied about the kitchen; I pet his dog and sipped my wine. But my pussy was wetting to the sound of his deep robust voice. “Would you like to smoke and watch a movie,” he asked. I nodded and followed him to the low-sitting black leather couch.