Erotic Stories

"She didn’t even look at me. Is she doing it on purpose or is it just habit or ages of practice in this kind of affair? I know she’s secretly mocking me behind those heavily outlined eyes, avoiding the criticizing stare my eyes throw at her in the shape of daggers."

"Somehow we both worked each other free of the clothes we had started the day with. Jared hoisted me upon his desk and his large hands spread my thighs wide, his mouth broke away from our kiss and his eyes searched my face as if needing to make sure that I was ok with what we were doing. I nodded my head at him, reached out to wrap my hand around his cock again and begged him, “Please, please.”

"Her voice is low, and she rolls the ‘r’ so that it sounds like a purr. He recognizes her uniform: dark grey and clinging, scarlet piping, dull metal buttons, with a matching beret. This woman is a guard, and he’s seen her before. She patrols the offices with her male colleagues at ten every night. Today, she’s one hour early."

"When his right eyebrow raised, Lulu’s knees weakened. Something about the devilish look in his eye filled her with mysterious anticipation. Victor slipped the corset on as elegantly as a man could and began to tighten the laces. Lulu discreetly readjusted her breasts into place and stood holding her hair up."

“I’ve been watching you all night.” The sensuous voice said. The delicate little fingers tweaked my nipples just perfectly to make me melt into them. Whoever these hands belonged to, they knew what they were doing."

"Standing there, nude, the cool breeze from the air-conditioner chilled me. Goosebumps appeared, in tough competition with my nipples that had already protruded. Celeste stepped closer and I raised my hands to touch her."

"For the past five years I’ve felt only one cock, my husband’s, down there. But tonight a different one is going to touch me there, penetrate me there. I’ve never felt surges of anticipation like these before; they pass over me again and again in warm tingling waves."

"Naked, kneeling, with my hands clasped behind my back. I lowered my head and listened to the slamming of the car door. Funny, but it never crossed my mind, not even once, to get up and do anything differently than what I was doing right then. Does one not owe it to themselves to face their destiny head on, without hesitation?"

"I push against him, and I love the feel of my nipples rubbing through my tee against his hard chest. He’s made of wood or marble or cinderblocks. He is too hard to be just flesh and blood. “No I didn’t.” He may suspect I’m lying by the way I grind my pelvis against his beat up Levis. His cock is hard and long and I have to make myself wait like a very good girl. What I really want to do is yank at his fly until it gives way and take it in my hand. And then my mouth."

"I can’t take it anymore — I want this guy so much that the tight knot of desire I feel between my legs is turning into a sharp pain. My panties are soaked. I throw my hands up in the air and say, “You’re making me ruin my panties! Now I have to go change them…I’ll be back.” And I stride off before he can say anything else. I have to get away from him for a few minutes to clear my head."