Posts tagged othererotica
Posts tagged othererotica
NEW EROTIC STORY…
The Bath, by SB.
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1001 Erotic Lights posted my story “The Bath”, which perhaps I need to read again…I wouldn’t mind a little visceral fantasy stimulation this afternoon. I received a good fucking this morning, but I confess (to the ether), I am ready for more.
NEW EROTIC STORY….
The Visitation, by SB.
Read here —> 1001eroticlights.tumblr.com/erotica
Thank you so much for posting, 1001 Erotic Lights! Thank you to The Erotic Lightbox, a wonderful blog with an author who shows true talent for erotic writing.
~ *** NEW*** The Visitation, by SB. ~ D/s Role-Play at the Westwood W, by XU. ~ Jonas & Rose in Brazil, Part I, by XU. ~ An Erotic Massage in Hong Kong, by XU. EROTIC HAIKU Note with a waxed seal What…
Check out this wonderful cache of erotic writing! The Muses were kind enough to post one of my very first stories, which can be found here.
of course hejfrank14, this is a lovely little piece & very erotic… Thank you for sharing your words. ~ SB
Imagine my warmth against you…. my breath on your neck. Feel how hard and thick my cock is against your leg. Stay attuned for the signal that I am about to enter you. Then I want you to…
Find that warm spot that’s tingling for my touch. Reach down and let your hand do what you can imagine my mouth doing: Gently spreading your swollen lips, lightly tracing the edge — tickling ever-so-slightly. Let your fingers lower themselves into that wettest of places. Use that wetness to lubricate your finger to better feel like my warm tongue on you. Light flicks at first, just enough to further arouse and encourage the swelling of your clit.
If it helps you can use your free hand to squeeze your beautiful breasts just as hard as you would like me to reach up and do — as you change from light flicks into gentle circles. Circles that cause your hips to gyrate in time with me, circles that constantly change direction, causing even more excitement. Smooth gliding circles… slight pressure… slowly building bliss.
Let your thoughts focus on me. Imagine my hands holding your hips to keep from gyrating away from the increasing speed and pressure of those circles. Gradually increase the speed and pressure until your hypersensitive bud can hardly stand it. Reach back down and re-moisten your fingers, then let them slide back up — barely grazing against a clit that seems to reach for more of a touch, more than a touch.
Gently slide back down…not all the way — make sure to keep contact (but just barely). Keep sliding up and down. Imagine you bucking against my face, trying to force more pressure. Slowly… agonizingly slow. You want more. I will give it to you. All of it. But remember that I control the pace. Be patient.
Your anticipation starts to get the best of you… speed up those strokes… Imagine my tongue just flicking away, faster and faster. You can feel it building…You want to come hard in my face…
Faster… more pressure… your leg muscles are clenched almost as tight as your cunt. The wave of orgasmic pleasure slams you like a tsunami. As you explode, the pressure against your clit all but stops… all you can feel is a feather-light touch, a touch that sends more waves of cum gushing with each flinch.
Keep that feather touch grazing lightly against you… resist the urge to stop and pull away… Let the waves push you into another tidal wave.
Imagine my waiting mouth to catch every streaming river… my tongue lapping your hot honey from inside you — yet still occasionally reaching back up to just touch that wonderful pink bulb.
Just keep coming, baby… I want you at your wettest when I thrust into you, so deeply you can feel up me all the way up between your kidneys.
Her scent was most enticing at the end of the day. Not the long days out in the near equatorial heat, working on vicious machinery or the seemingly endless days away in the field.
Her biggest birthday desire. When I said she could have anything, she blushed, clammed up, caught my gaze and whispered thusly..
To buy a strap on, watch me finger tease my bottom as she sat there. As I lubed and played, I saw her push her thighs together, bite her lip, naughty sparkles shimmering between her sex. A look in her eyes that said she wanted to play.
Moving over to her, to slowly ease the fake cock inside me, seeing her devour every instance of my expression as I caught my breath, found pleasure, pain, pleasure .. until it was all the way inside me. Every movement, shudder, breath making it move just-so inside me, making me moan with a lustre that inspired such gasps in Miss.
Of reaching down and teasing my cock for her as I moved, my moans getting louder, the degree of being able to breath stolen momentarily, when I had to stop, brush away the tinsel kissing eye edges of my vision, trying so hard to control myself when already all I wanted to do was cum over and over.
Seeing the look in her eyes, of fantasies coming true, of continuing to desire my every aspect, made that wanton climax all the more scintillating yet I wanted to marvel at her, increase the pleasure, watch her blushing redden, the rise and fall of her chest ache as much as mine.
It was a certain moment of me trying to keep it toegther, when her voice broke into language. She told me about how she’d fantasied about this moment, laying in bed and teasing her clit imagining such a charged moment, eventually fingerfucking herself to a shattering climax imagining finishing a boy, or a man off all over her, of him spunking so, so wildly.
She told me this wasn’t a recent instance, that she’d imagined in it her teenage years, and such wanderings of both mind and fingertips has shook forth some of her most screaming orgasms.
I stopped and watched her, pouring over her language, blinks and blushes. The moments when her eyes held mine of staggering connection between us, such savage electricity.
I leaned back and moved my fingertips over her clit. Started to make tiny circles as she spoke. She wanted this, her moan like a bow stroked cello as I took my time. I eventually robbed her of language, but her hands moved to my cock.
As I moved my fingertips over her, she began touching my cock, revelling in the reaction of each twitch. As I began to circle my hips around in time with the way I caressed her clit - the starp-on inside my curvacious as dangerous against my greatest aspect, this new incredible weakness - she tightened her hand around me and started to pump back and forth. My hips upon the plastic cock, my fingertips upon her clit, her hand rubbing back and forth in such filthy symmetry locked gaze constant, the spontaneous of sighs, moans and gasps sything back and forth madly.
Until the point she wanted me, the moment hers to call, her eyes widening as if to say close, that she wanted me, wanted my sex, wanted my cum all over her. She didn’t cum first, I couldn’t fucking resist her downfall and screamed out like a wild man, hips rocking backwards and forwards against her tightened fist as I came, to which the sensations inside me capitulated any hope I had of being more than a writhing creature of flame.
I shot spunk way up the bed, covering her breasts, catching her lips, watching her lick just as the point where her mouth opened, her hips bucked and she started to climax against my fingers. Which turned me on more, make my cock pure fucking throb for her, cumming more than I ever though i could - and that in turn shaking her further still.
When we stopped, we were still shaking. Minutes passed before eyes opened. Numbness in face and body. Both unable to talk from the intensity, before collapsing into arms, soft kisses, eyes sharing close and unspoken.
I get the feeling pretty Miss has so many secrets left to share, to be uncovered, be i’m left in no uncertain terms that she’s doing so because of trust, because it’s me. And as I place another of my softest kisses upon her lips, the sparkle in my eyes tells her I don’t want anyone else, and that’s she’s precious and special in my arms. Without saying a word.
absolutely fantastic. I love this writer’s mind. Every story is just so dangerously erotic. Unf.
Such a cute couple. And as an older man it’s been such a delight to flirt with you both, especially when I found out the things you’d talked about in bed. What if I was there, watching you, joining in.
Something new for her, her first anal fuck. He looks nervous, second thoughts perhaps, combined with the forbidden desire of taking her like this. Her eyes are closed, lost to the same feelings. He can’t look at me. Nervous, guilty, or worried about an attraction.
Watching the teens fuck slowly, their naked bodies moving closely. I’m still suited, watching them, throbbing in my trousers. At the point one of them steals a look at me, that’s the point I start to rub over my trousers. But it’s him that’s looking. Now staring. Looking into my eyes, down at my hand moving to touch and teasing over the black material. So much unsaid, thrown into fucking her harder, pinning her down tighter.
When she opens her eyes soon after I see her bite her lip at the ridge i’m touching, of reactions each has that’s hidden from the other when I undo my zip, open my boxers and start to tease my cock. Wanking for them as both watch me, as he begins fucking her faster and faster.
My tone is fatherly, almost teaching them like children, scolded by teacher, of what the fuck do they think they are doing, calling him a dirty little bastard, her a filthy fucking whore. Taking their public perception and tarnishing it with the turn of a phrase, the scathe of language. watching them both react to being told off, their fucking becoming more intense.
I stop teasing my cock and rake my nails hard down her body, ten deep track marks from collar bone down to cunt. watching her react to the pain, the pleasure when I touch over her clit, then that same finger eases a digit just inside, even for a moment. She’s sopping.
I tell her how much she’s begging to be fucked by me. Of how absolutely abhorrent it is to have a boy in her arse and a man deep inside her pussy. Of how hard i’m going to fuck her. Of how my tone and words will grow louder the hornier I get, the closer I ease against climax.
I hear him sigh just before her, then pulling his legs together, my suited thighs pressing around his and between hers - and teasing the tip of my cock inside her. watching for both reactions. I know she wants more, I tell her i’m going to tell everyone what a filthy whore she is. The point where she looks into my eyes and believes me, with such a degree of sacred, is when I feed her all of my length. her frightened turns to pleasure, he knows what i’m, doping and started to fuck her faster. When she throws me the naughtiest smile is point I start to match his speed.
Poor boy can’t last though, begins to whimper, nuzzle into her neck, his cock jerking erratically in her arse as he starts to cum inside her. She’s shocked, turned on - but not as much as I am. I start hammering into her faster and faster, calling her names, berating him for not lasting. he’s blushing, ashamed, kissing into her neck, blushing, he can’t look at me - it’s fucking delicious.
I hold my pace, tease all the places I know will drive her wild, delight in taking her to the point of orgasm and then denying her it. Then do it again. And again. Taking time inbetween to spank her clit, tell her off, watch both of their reactions. Spellbound. It’s beautiful.
She’s so fucking wet, but is caught unaware when I pull out, thinking I’m going to cum all over her. But I push her to the side, spread his legs and give him my final thrusts, panic in his eyes, yet my hand on his cock is hardening him.
Soon he’s hardening in my hand again, as to whether it’s because of the sheer sinful or his girlfriend blushing and fingering herself like crazy as she devours me fucking her boyfriend.
Her cry pushes me over the edge, I pull out and start cumming all over his cock, the cock I’m wanking. Over his shaft, my fingers, his balls. Soon he’s climaxing as well, his cum mixing with mine.
She can’t resit the cocktail [!] and moves over to lick, tongue all that cum into her mouth. Beckons us both over to kiss taste it with her. He’s there in an instant. I’m taking off my suit.
My two prodigies, this shiver of sin will continue long beyond tonight…
I have plans for you both.
Holy fuck. To borrow a phrase from My Anonymous Lair - Feels it in my pants ;-)
It is early evening and the light has begun to fade. It is just you and me in the half darkness sitting close enough to touch, but separated only by a thin sliver of air. I can smell you, this morning’s cologne lingers faintly. Your tie loosened but not yet undone. You are telling me about your day. I am captivated, fascinated as much by your words as the sound of your voice. I follow the contours of your body with every sense except the tactile, just yet. Listening to you, I grow warm and languid.
There are many elements to this story that are so erotic and just so wonderful. Thank you so much TXPeaches
The Story of Shapes
He loved every sweep and dive of her body. The curves crashing around him as he let them flow over his body.
He smiled at the way her flesh would rise up in goosebumps at his slightest touch, nipples hardening beneath his gaze.
He adored the weight of her breasts in his hands, the feel of them against his chest, their hypnotic sway in the mirror as he took her from behind.
He would spend hours moulding them, like a potter at his wheel, crafting something beautiful from the soft material in front of him.
She would try to hide the soft shapes of her stomach which told him the story of her life, tracing each chapter as he ran his fingers over the sweet undulations.
And time and again he would sweep her hands away, to lay bare her history in front of him.
Every part of her was another part of her story, each shape a part of who she was.
And he devoured each page and word, studying her like a scholar of old.
He longed to write his own chapters on her, to see the marks and signs he would leave both inside and out.
So he could read her again and again.
Words by The Dirty Romantic http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
His smile, there is something about his smile. I stare at Professor O’Connell from my seat in the back of the room. He’s young, probably only in his late 20’s. He’s not a real professor, just an advisor who they put in charge of the Career Exploration class that all seniors at the university must take. But I’m not complaining. He’s gorgeous. What I would give to run my fingers though his black curly hair and feel the stubble along his jaw.
I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander. I undress him with my mind, pulling off his silk tie and slowly unbuttoning his collared shirt. I bet his stomach is toned and sculpted. I mentally undo his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. Boxers or briefs? I wonder…
“I hope we’re not interrupting anything.” His smooth voice breaks my chain of thought with just a hint of an Irish accent. I look up and feel my face flush. I’ve been caught.