Posts tagged 'Erotic Fiction'

Jasmine stands up and straddles Trent’s upper chest as she pushes her already wet pussy up to his face. She reaches for his cock, strokes it with one hand while licking and sucking it. Trent pulls her ass and hips onto his face. He holds her down on him as his nose enters her labia and he rubs the stubble of his strong chin against her clitoris.

"She slides her soft naked body along my torso and reaches above my head to release the ties. With my hands-free I grab her tight against me, rubbing my crotch against hers, begging her to release my legs."

"As they pleasured each other, both of them realized, at the same time, without words, that they needed to add something more. Both of them were holding and massaging the other's butt cheeks while pleasing each other, so it was a fait accompli that they would start to probe."

"We call them our sex sessions; blocks of time specifically scheduled for hours of chills, thrills, orgasms, climaxes, steady hands, and shaky hands. One started off by maneuvering my hips onto the blue wedge."

I let my body slip into its familiar curves and I’m instantly taken back to a particular night about a month ago, when Master used the Flip-Stage as a riser for the Esse. He said it was an early birthday present for me, a extra reward for my steady progress as his pet.

I’ll watch you weather on the smack of leather, and behold the cold of chain You beg for more, your pain my pleasure.

She felt his right hand with fingers spread wide squeeze into her hip as he moved matching his body to hers. The warmth of his skin felt so awakening against her exposed body she almost didn’t notice the warmer feeling as he thrust deeply finally burying his cock into her waiting wetness.

“Let me introduce you to my mother, my twin sister, and my best friend is the one filming.” The only brunette in group lowered the camera, and all four of them smiled. Then they all looked at him like he was dinner.

As she sits up she notices me standing in the cracked doorway. She gives me a devilish grin and slowly walks toward the door. Man, she’s fucking beautiful all naked and glistening. I’m sure she’s going to slam it in my face but instead, she opens the door and pulls me by my tie to the Esse.

I squeezed my wife's breasts as I thrust. Maggie moaned and I moved to pinch her tits. I tugged on them, as Peg reached around me and started pinching my own nipples in time with her thrusts.

The Barcelona Collar was buckled around my neck then an Oxballs Cockring snapped tight at the base of my throbbing shaft and balls—but wait a minute. If Jenn was holding my wrists, who was applying the gear? I was then led around the room and nudged down onto all fours. My wrists and ankles were secured to the Black Label Center Stage.

So I found myself sitting in our SUV, eagerly (and moistly) anticipating our Halloween. My husband had been inside our house long after he’d sent me out the door. Knowing what we could be doing didn’t make me patient. Finally, I saw the downstairs light flick off. In the doorway, beneath the yellow glow of the porch light, I saw a shape. More specifically, I saw THE shape. The B. Except, my husband was wearing it.