It had been a long, arousing day. Every moment possible, he'd brushed against her, or made a sexy remark, or just flashed her those luscious eyes and she'd felt the tingle between her legs. And he'd escalated the arousal, too, his touches becoming more bold and unmistakable, his gaze more heated and suggestive. So when he called to her and asked her to come into the bedroom, her body had flushed hot and she'd almost scrambled.
It all started with an innocent bet over dinner one evening. With nothing more than a quick check of the internet I had won the bet, but I was not ready to collect. That would wait for another time and place. We did not even decide what the reward was. All she knew is that she lost.
Weeks later, I decided it was time to collect. The kids were gone for the night and we would have the place to ourselves.
This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy...
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Eve stands in front of the apartment.
Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately.
It has been two days since my first real play-session with my girlfriend. And oh my, was it two very long days since then. My hope that living my fantasy would reduce my horniness and leave me free to think about other stuff was absolutely crushed. I couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. About her thighs, the change of her tone when she commanded me, the look in her eyes.
"The thing about a great beginning is that there is no such thing. We carry ourselves around in this world, letting things fall on chance, and we hope that this is a great beginning. Just like I did, with You." said Joe the first time he confessed his love for Lizzie.
A great beginning for a love story right? Well, ask Lizzie about that and her Reddit profile, where she posts stories about her sexual fantasies and asks advice about a marriage that never had anything but vanilla sex and faked orgasms.
Looking for Adventure
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Dear Readers,
As always, thank you for choosing to read one of my writings. I appreciate your support, love to read your comments, and hope you enjoy the read!
~Apple
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It never ceases to amaze me, even after six years of teaching university level courses, that at least one student will think they're smarter than you. In an age where universities and professors have software to scan papers and pick up on key words and plagiarized thought flow analysis, you would think they would stop stealing from people's works.
I usually feel the loneliest and neediest in the early morning hours. As I lie here with my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my wet, aching pussy, my mind wanders back to when I first got married.
I married my husband at age 21, almost 30 years ago, and that's when I "went all the way" for the first time. I loved it, and I adored having sex with him!
Emily had a dull sex life. She was 32 years old, petite, and had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were only a B cup but were still impressive.
She and her husband, Matt, were raised in strict households where sex was considered taboo. They had no kids and plenty of time, but each thought that the other saw sex as "dirty."
Because of the brainwashing and that terrible misunderstanding, Matt and Emily's sex life suffered.
"Uh-oh baby girl," you grin at me. My heart is racing as I anticipate your next move.
"SO, it appears you had some fun at Daddy's expense. Was it worth what's going to happen next?"
I put my head down in shame. You walk over to me and tilt my head up by my chin.
"Look at me, little one." I look you right in your eyes.
"Daddy, I can explain!
Hello!! So this is a second attempt at me being an erotica writer. It's a short story again but I'm working on something a little longer than this.
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I couldn't stand anymore. As soon as it was decent but before she'd even stopped twitching I untied her wrists from the door. I picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the dresser.
Olivia made her way to the front door, adjusting both her dress and hair as she approached. Making sure she looked as immaculate as possible. Olivia then knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a beautiful woman wearing only a satin robe. "Olivia, sweetheart please go on through." Olivia smiled, nodding her head graciously accepting.
Olivia entered the living room that was lit only by a large roaring fire that created a picturesque and romantic scene.
"Jennifer, get in here, now!"
I hear the unmistakeable boom in Your voice, and I'm concerned. You seem to be very upset, but I am not sure as to why. My mind quickly flitters around, and tries to figure out some simple reasons.
I enter the bedroom where You're standing. And then, I see what is scrunched up in Your hand.
You're holding a pair of my panties, and I know only too well what has angered You, now.
Chapter 1 - Friday evening: the beginning of a weekend.
They always enjoyed Steph coming to stay. She was their niece. She was sweet. She was bubbly. She was pretty - she was slim with long black hair, shapely - one day she would be a very beautiful woman - all she lacked was the confidence. For several years she had come to stay once a month for a weekend, and they had had lots of good times together.