erotica

No one wants to fuck Chewbacca

Everything that I did, I thought of him. He had consumed me. He has crawled inside of me and become part of me, part of my day-to-day life. Even when he is not in my presence, he is part of everything that I do. He is in my mind. He has infected me. I paint my nails and I hope. I hope that he praises me. I hope that he smiles. I hope that when he says what he says, whatever it may be, that he ends it with those two words. Baby girl. I am ruined.

You ever tried sixty-nine, Lola? I think you'd like it. You're a good multi-tasker.

Here__ to a tasty lunch,_ she says, winking at me.It__ the strangest thing, but I actually feel my body respond to her. Beneath their lace prison, my nipples harden and send a jolt of arousal across my midriff and down to my thighs. I take a long sip of champagne and eye Rachel hungrily. I can__ be sure if it__ the alcohol or the company but I already feel giddy.

You raise an eyebrow at me speculatively.__eally?_ you enquire your voice full of sarcasm.__espect me how Jenna? By choosing not to spend anytime with me? By not even bothering to let me knowwhere you are? By rolling in when you feel like it? Wellthen_ I think we need to redefine what we mean byrespect Jenna, don__ you?

I don__ want to talk about it,_ she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. __t all,_ she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. __ver,_ she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth.He had a really great mouth.__ don__ want to talk, either,_ that mouth said very seriously. And then he lowered his head and kissed her.

I can offer you pleasure like you've never known before.

I'm waiting for you to fucking demand it of me. I don't want you to ask, and I sure as hell don't want you to beg. I want you to fucking demand that I kiss you.

Shit, it__ even getting me a little hot. Beside Shayla, Lacey is trying to suck the plastic off her rent-a-dick.

Francis Ford Coppola - A man climbs a mountain and they call him a hero. I climb mountains that aren't even there.

Alistair would never reject her, never make her feel ashamed of her desires...never make her hold back._ - Felicity (The Pleasure Room)

You raise one eyebrow and regardme with another intense stare. __tart by stripping pleaseJenna.__ hear what you say and yet on some level I can__ quite process it.__trip?_ I ask, as though I don__ understand your demand.__es, strip. Take off all of your clothes. I want to see you naked. Now please.__ feel dazed, yet I let my jacket fall to the floor, and start work on my shirt buttons. Your eyes never leave me.I can feel them mining into me whilst I tackle the third button. Why is this so weird? You__e my husband afterall. You__e seen me undress and naked countless times.Yet this is different. I am not just undressing, I am stripping. It__ not my decision; it__ at your command. You are not just Oliver now; you__e my Husband _ some dominant entity now in charge. For some strange reason, I am finding it really hot! The look in your eyes is not just appreciative; it__ carnal. Waves begin to rise in my pool of desire.

Maybe I'll paint you white. Fuck. You'd love that, woudn't you? Have my come all over your body.

The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike.

She saw each of the men enter the room and look her up and down. One by one their eyes followed her, watching her every move. Suddenly she ripped the covers off the bed and laid down on it, turned and looked back at them longingly, silently communicating with her actions and expectant stare that she was ready.

You continue to stare at me for a few seconds, assessing my face, beforeyou lean even closer to me. Your lips graze against mine briefly_ Justenough to reassure that you__e not truly upset with me, but are nonethelessquite prepared to have some fun at my expense, and punish me for my poorcommunication skills. Then you take a step back, leaving me flat againstthe wall, tensed and expectant.

God, she was one big nerve ending, that girl, and those big brown eyes got just a little wider when she was close. And those bruises. And how she begged for them.I knew she was special the night I met her, I just didn't know how special.

Tristan stepped away from me. __o, Robbie, listen. If there were any other way to turn off her programming, I would tell you. Lisa wants to know what she really feels, free of the programming, and I think we should help her. The pills will still keep her a bit compliant until we get her weaned off of them, but at least we can turn off her compulsion to please me sexually. Then she can really choose who she loves.