erotica

I__ not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I can__ promise a future or that I__l be some sniveling boyfriend who pines away after you once I go back to L.A. But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.__ can promise you that I__ going to take you to new heights that you__e never imagined. That I__l make you feel pleasure so intense that you forget your name. I__l fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you__l crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.__f you let me, Tori, I__l open up a whole new world to you. I__l make you fly.

After years of selfish lovers, my preference for pleasuring as opposed to being pleasured had unsettled her at first but as brief fumbles had turned into stolen weekends, her confidence and trust in me had grown to the point where she was now totally relaxed and at ease with me. There was nothing, not a single thing I couldn__ do for or to her if I so wished it. We didn__ even have a safe word because we didn__ need one. We just knew.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to grasp the fact that I was being offered a life changing opportunity. A chance to experience something which few people ever even thought about let alone embraced. __t will be an adventure,_ she said calmly. __or all of us.

You can learn a lot from a professional baseball player, if you can get one, which obviously you can't.

Please,_ I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.__amlin,_ I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.For a moment, I was nothing, no one.Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.I frowned as he withdrew at last__ut he didn__ go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.

People have sex, even the religious ones. Yet, when sex is transferred into words, suddenly it's dirty, vulgar, immoral, trashy. Funny huh?

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

The word 'teach' suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.

She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.

Once I had a wild fling on an otherwise boring weekend holiday in Edinburgh, with a guy I met who turned out to be a psychiatrist. He agreed with me, after hours and hours of our naked cavorting in a hotel, that I was a sex addict; although he did stress he wouldn__ change me for the world. It turned him on that I was so sexual, and we turned a dull weekend in a grey city into something wonderful for the two of us.So, what was the problem?

Tonight I've set my body on fireI've burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I've heard The explosion.

You know, when I see a good-looking man, the first thing I think about is sex. I want to see him naked, and I imagine running my hands impatiently over his hot body.I can__ help it: it__ just how I am.

I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped.I had obviously got his attention, and he was lo

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body.

He looked at me, and then looked away quickly.But I could tell he was interested.I think my tight t-shirt might have had something to do with it. And the way I was pushing my breasts towards him, with an inviting smile on my face.

Excuse me,_ I said cheerily. __s the job still going?_ I pointed to the notice.__f course,_ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was about where this could lead to. __e need all the hands we can get.__ looked at the tight swell of his shirt against his chest, and thought, 'Mmm, yes, I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

I traced a finger along my bottom lip as I wondered what his erection would look like, and how I should seduce him. I thought what kind of approach would work best: whether to go in slow and seductively, or whether I should make him notice me in some hard and fast way.