Chapter Six The sun warmed Luciel’s flesh as she ran into the cool waters of the river. She dove beneath the glittering surface once the water reached her waist, and then resurfaced with a gasp, rubbing the water from her eyes. The chilly water caused her nipples to pebble and raise goose bumps on her…
Sammy was a slut and proud of it. She could often be seen flouncing around her high school in a revealing miniskirt or a pair of short shorts so small the seam was often soaked with pussy juice by the end of classes. She always wore skintight shirts that showed off her perky, round breasts….
He was trying to pin her eyes with his, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t want him to see her cry, so she got up off the cheap, wooden chair in front of the bed and went into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Her upper thighs were still slick and her body…
I woke up in the morning feeling a bit dirty and sticky after the previous night’s shenanigans. I glanced over at Matt’s bed: he was still dead to the world, although judging by the bulge under the sheet he was going to wake up with a pretty impressive morning erection. I smiled to myself, tempted…
When my marriage of 23 years finally fell apart most people were surprised, no, shocked. I was not. Nancy and I had appeared very happy, had appeared to be the perfect loving couple. Couple … yes. Perfect … perhaps. Loving? Get real! I am a very sexual, very sensual, and very bisexual man and why…
There’s a substance which I desire tucked within a velvet floret. Intoxicating in it’s design. It’s delicate petals moistened by dew, turning a blushed hue. Radiating as if set on fire beckoning for me to spread it apart, exploring treasures inside. Savoring sweet nectar with gentle lips and soft tender licks. Until that flower creams in efflorescence. Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/floret
They say if your mother breast feeds you that you become orally fixated. I don’t know about that. Seems that virtually everyone before the 20th century would have an oral fixation. Anyway this is my story and I am fixated. On pussy. On eating pussy. And on having my cock sucked. That is all I…
 He awoke in a daze. Slowly the mists in his mind parted and he started feeling the pain. Oh, god, the pain! The wonderful pain! He was hanging from his hands from the ceiling of a very luxurious room. He was starting to remember now. He was in the home of his Domme. She was…
At last methought that I had wander’d farIn an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew,The maiden splendours of the morning starShook in the steadfast blue. – Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous…
Somewhere down where the Spanish Moss hangs and the Palmetto Trees grow… Garland, still hung over from the previous night’s drinking, sat on the edge of the bed and glared angrily at the window air conditioner unit of his cheap motel room. He found the unit’s incessant vibration and noise increasingly irritating. He then realized…
This is first chapter in my erotica series: Mark’s Lucky Streak! (As published under a previous name, oogleking.) As it is my first work, please keep your criticisms constructive, and enjoy! Ideas for part two -a work in progress- would be greatly appreciated either via comment or direct message. Bored. Mark was, to say the…
When I started my new job I couldn’t help but notice how sexy my supervisor was. Although he talked incessantly about his wife I would feel myself flush every time he would call me into his office. I started fantasizing about him often, and continually played different scenarios over in my head each time we…
It was a warm spring night; I was finally taking the girl of my dreams out to eat. She’s beautiful, smart, fun, kind, outgoing– just all around perfect in my eyes, and her name is Andrea. I arrived to pick her up and she exited her house wearing a light blue blouse that wrapped nicely…
Waking in the morning and seeing you asleep Hair tousled and breasts gently rising and falling Enshrouded in a silken cocoon My hunger rises, I have not eaten today But my breakfast is always better eaten out Slowly licking your toes Their taste divine, salinity with a hint of lavender Tongue rolling between them and…
episode 27 (This follows “Getting Nekkid With a Cheerleader”) The annual football game between the University of Georgia and the University of Florida is a very unique clash. Rather than alternating the game on each other’s campus, the two universities have met in Jacksonville, Florida since 1933. The tickets sold to the event are divided…
