Category: Erotica

A young and handsome aspiring photographer takes a trip across Europe, stopping in France, Vienna and Zurich before ending up in a small village nestled in the hills of northern Italy. He instantly catches the eye of a group of impossibly hot young girls roughly his age, who proceed to stalk him all over town as he takes photographs of the scenery and architecture. Then, when he is finally alone down by a quiet stretch of the nearby river, they pounce on him and give him a vivid taste of the area’s greatest natural beauty.

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Directly opposite the shop was an old wishing fountain with a large round pool at the bottom, around which several people were sitting and similarly admiring their surroundings, eating their lunch and lapping up the sunshine.
Among them was a small group of young girls perched on the side of the fountain, chatting to each other and laughing merrily. They were the picture of youthful beauty and innocence, or at least so they seemed at first glance. I looked over at them a few times as I sipped my coffee, noticing that I was perfectly positioned to see directly up their short mini-skirts as their knees lilted slightly apart. I tried to avert my gaze but the silky skin of their thighs had a magnetic effect on me, drawing them back across to stare at them even though I knew it was wrong. Thankfully, the coffee shop was sparsely populated and the waitress was busy clanking around with coffee pots behind the counter, so I nervously looked back over at the girls for a few more cheeky glances. I could easily see their panties as their thighs drifted open and could feel my penis becoming firmer with every second that I spent watching them. There were four girls in total, all of them impossibly beautiful and radiating their sex appeal in every direction. They looked roughly the same age as me; all of them dressed in light crop tops and t-shirts with their mini-skirts barely concealing their long, slender legs. They each had a mixture of dark hair colors, ranging from a vibrant auburn to jet black and every one of them sported a smile that would ensnare any man within seconds.
I continued to glance across at them, moving my head to peer around the frustrating people walking by the front of the coffee shop. Then, as I stared over at the one sat second from the left, she clocked me and met my gaze. I shuddered anxiously and kicked the table, almost sending my saucer flying across the floor. I caught it in time and set it back down on the table, checking over my shoulder to see if anyone had noticed my nervous moment of fright. I kept my head down, pretending that I’d been inspecting my camera all along, but then I realized that it almost certainly looked like I had been taking pictures in addition to spying on them. I put the camera down and casually inspected my fingers nails, peeking out of the corner of my eye to see how they were reacting. My heart sank immediately, as I realized she was nudging their arms and pointing towards me in a fit of giggles. The blood began to rush to my face and even the chill of the coffee shop’s air conditioning wasn’t enough to suppress the wave of heat that suddenly consumed my face. My breath began to waver and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as they laughed raucously at my expense. Maybe they’re laughing at something else, I tried to convince myself. I was never the most persuasive person, though, and eventually I decided to swig down the last drops of coffee from my cup and set off on my mission to photograph the nearby brook.

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Elizabeth, a bored and sexually frustrated librarian working in a large inner city library begins to fantasize about one of the frequent visitors, Ava – another equally mature and beautiful woman. When Ava asks the librarian for help in finding a particular book in the adult/erotica section, their innocent flirting escalates to uncontrollable groping, and in the heat of the moment they retreat to one of the private reading rooms for some steamy fun.

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The library foundation had recently decided to have a coffee shop installed on the ground floor in an attempt to lure new members in, and for the most part it worked a treat. A whole host of people started to sign up so they could read the library’s books whilst supping on a mocha or cappuccino, with more books being reserved for that purpose than being taken home. Some of the older staff thought it was sacrilege, but as a fellow coffee addict I welcomed the arrival of the cafe with open arms. It was at the coffee shop that I first encountered the delightful Ava – a busty and equally mature woman with whom I started to engage in an increasingly flirty series of exchanges. In my usual clumsy way, I had turned without looking where I was going and sent her freshly pressed cup of coffee soaring across the air and narrowly missing an elder gentleman sitting nearby. Of course I apologized immediately and offered to replace her drink, but she decided in her seemingly mischievous and playful way that she would instead buy her own and use the incident to taunt me whenever she pleased. I had never noticed her in the library before, but from that day onwards I could almost psychically detect her whenever she was within range of the building.
She would come in every few days, sometimes to read a steamy novel in the coffee shop, other times to look for periodicals and to find books about horticulture and floral decoration. Despite my pledge to suppress my innermost base desires, I found myself endlessly thinking about her and would often imagine that my fingers were her tongue as I touched myself at night. It didn’t help that whenever she spotted me she would wink or flash me her cute smile, which was guaranteed to turn my spine to jelly. A few times I even had to excuse myself from my duties to visit the bathroom so I could relieve the tension using my trusty pocket vibrator. It sounds silly that one person could have such an effect on me, but the English language is ill-equipped describe her beauty. She had long, shimmering auburn hair that reached down to the middle of her back and a bust that routinely looked like it was about to burst from the seams of her top. Her hourglass figure was the embodiment of womanhood and the curvature of her hips and ass made it impossible to draw my eyes away for even a second. I wanted her so badly and I was fairly certain from the sly glances she kept shooting at me that she was interested too. However, apart from that one time in the coffee shop, she never spoke a single word to me. That was until one day when, much to my surprise she appeared at the help desk in front of me.

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Casey drags a nervous Helen along to her friend’s saucy Ann Summers sex toy party. However, as the evening heats up and the all female guests consume more and more wine, they crack open the naughty paraphernalia and put the array of toys to good use!

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When the night finally arrived, Casey hurried to my apartment from work and hastily got changed into her casual white crop top with a scruffy checkered shirt over the top and a pair of skinny black jeans. I’d been waiting for her to arrive, taking a long shower during which I made extensive and improper use of the powerful, gushing hot water. She’d come in just as I was about to reach a climax, and then as she ran a glass of water from the kitchen tap the shower turned icy cold, leaving me dangling on the edge of an orgasm. Not wanting to sound like a total pervert cumming in the bathroom like some sex crazed animal, I got out without achieving a climax and went to greet her with a towel wrapped around my body. I went and got dressed while she grabbed something to eat, finally stepping back out into the living room to a parade of mocking whoops and hollers. I had donned a mundane navy blue jumper with horizontal silver stripes with a regular pair of trousers – I couldn’t have looked more ordinary if I tried.
“You said it wasn’t going to be fancy!” I said with my foot already halfway back inside the bedroom to change again.
“I’m just teasing!” she cried, bolting over to my side, “You look fine!”
Even after the many months we had been together, her eyes still lit up at the mere sight of my large bulging cleavage. She stood next to me with her fingers creeping up over my stomach to my breasts, and if I’d allowed her she probably would have forgotten all about the party and simply retreated to the bedroom for some steamy fun. She was a little surprised when I insisted that we call a cab, as I’d been more than a little pessimistic about the meeting ever since she mentioned it. She relented and went into the bedroom to spray on a little perfume while I dialed for a taxi, and half an hour later we were on the back seat of a car and almost at Tiffany’s house. I hadn’t realized she lived in the posh part of town, and as we passed by the neighboring houses our eyes were glittering with the reflection of the brightly colored sports cars and humvees littering the driveways. When we finally arrived at her house we saw that all of the parking spaces on her driveway were taken by her guests, and the number of cars filled me with trepidation all over again. Casey paid the driver and then took my hand to lead me up to the door. We could already hear the beat of the music and the eruptions of cackling female voices coming from inside, but with a steadying gulp and a deep breath I conjured my strength and marched up to the door with her.
We rang the bell and Tiffany immediately sprang to the door, flinging her arms open to hug Casey tightly as if she hadn’t seen her for years. She continued on to me, embracing me somewhat more softly but still making sure to kiss me on both cheeks. From the smell of alcohol on her breath I could tell she’d started the party long before we’d arrived, and as she led us inside I realized that she wasn’t alone in her merry state. Her front room was massive, with three connected sofas stretching around the middle of the room in two right angles. The mid-section was facing an elaborate fireplace on the wall surrounded by a fine marble mantle piece. Thankfully, the fire was roaring and I quickly heated up after being in the chilly winter air outside. It was white leather and there was barely a free seat on the whole thing. The entire house was lavishly decorated in modern art works and abstract looking ornaments scattered around the shelves, maintaining a clean, crisp aesthetic that gave me more than a few ideas about how to reinvigorate my own apartment. Tiffany foisted a pair of nearly overflowing glasses of white wine into our hands and guides us over to the couch, where everyone was waiting to begin. There were about ten other women in total, comprising every combination of hair colors and styles, a few foreign ethnicities (there was a particularly cute Korean girl sitting directly opposite us as we took a seat on the edge of the sofa) and ages ranging from practically fresh out of high school to, somewhat depressingly, my age.
The only person close to my maturity was Andrea, who was perched dead centre on the mid-section of the couch, fully distracted by the drunken ramblings of the two women either side of her. She looked incredible in her cream colored hi-lo top and mini skirt, with her short blonde hair and never-ending slinky neck that led down to her immaculate cleavage. As we sat there chatting and waiting for Tiffany to start the proceedings, I couldn’t help but glance over at her slender crossed legs and wish they were wrapped around my waist. I noticed more than a few discarded empty bottles of wine littered about the sides of the floor, and as Tiffany gradually carted in the boxes of paraphernalia I realized I’d already polished off most of my excessive full glass too. Casey went to get me a top up and I started to chat with a charming couple of girls to my left, constantly peering over at Andrea in the hopes she would spot me. Finally, as Casey returned from the kitchen, I got what I’d been hoping for – a brief but lingering glance across at me that turned to an appreciative smile. I don’t think she’d noticed me until that point, but now that I was on her radar she could hardly stop herself from looking at me.

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Helen and Casey both take an afternoon off work for some much needed rest and relaxation, and book in to an exclusive massage parlor. Lying on long massage tables next to each other, they enjoy the touch of their hot, female masseuses – one Japanese, one Colombian. However, they quickly come to realize why the establishment is so expensive!

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“This is our special double room for couples wishing to experience our delightful offerings together.” she explained, waiting for our approval. Casey and I exchanged glances, nodding excitedly to each other before signaling our consent.
“Yes, this will do just fine…” I said, trying to hold back my enthusiasm.
“Excellent!” she cried, “I’ll leave you in the assured hands of Keiko and Lorena, then…“
She walked out and gently closed the door behind her, wandering off up the corridor to leave us in peace with our masseuses. Lorena waved us over to a moveable curtain rack that was situated in the corner of the room.
“Please, if you could remove all clothing and then lie face down on the bed, we will take care of the rest.” she said. We disappeared behind the translucent sheet for a minute, busily stripping our clothes and hanging them over the top of the metal rack. Once we were completely naked, I couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of arousal deep inside me. Casey’s hot, young body never ceased to amaze me, and for a brief moment we stepped closer and ran our fingers over each other’s hips, leaning in for a quick kiss before stepping out sheepishly into the open. Keiko and Lorena were both standing with their backs to us, waiting for us to assume our positions on the bed. They had laid out two neatly folded white towels on opposite sides of the bed to cover our buttocks as we lay down. We both climbed on to the noticeably high mattress and lay with our heads up just a few inches from the pillows, and once we had positioned the towels over our asses, the two masseuses turned to face us once again. They each had a belt attached to their waists which held a handily positioned tub of massage oil. I lay with my head facing Lorena’s side, and watched as she squirted a large splodge of oil into her palm and proceeded to smear it across my back, coating my silky flesh in it and making me glisten in the candle light.
I felt her fingers pressing behind my shoulder blades and within seconds I was taking in long, exaggerated breaths as the tension evaporated from my body. She was a miracle worker and she’d only just begun. It was like my body was covered in pressure wheels and she knew exactly which ones to release and in precisely what order. I closed my eyes as she rubbed her oil fingers into the nooks and crannies of my neck, shoulders, back and down to my ass. I’ll admit, as her fingers got closer to my ass and slightly dislodged the towel from my cheeks, I could feel a persistent throb forming around my clitoris that grew more and more intense with every second that passed. Casey, too, was groaning endlessly as Keiko’s magical little fingers worked wonders on her pressure points, and as I looked over at her I saw that the two masseuses were following the same pattern.

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After their spectacular first date, Helen and Casey’s steamy relationship quickly heats up to levels that they never thought possible. When Casey notices a young woman spying on them from another apartment, they put on a filthy show for the voyeuristic admirer. However, their urges get the better of them and invite the spying woman over to join in the fun.

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“I think we might have an admirer.” she whispered, still not opening her eyes properly. She was looking out through the window, which I had completely forgotten to draw the curtains over. I looked across in the same direction but couldn’t see anything.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, crawling up to her side for a better look. I lay next to her on the bed and peered out through the glass, immediately noticing the motion of the curtains in one of the apartments in the adjacent wing of the building.
“You scared her away!” cried Casey, climbing off the bed to stand near the window. I was intrigued by the strange turn of events and followed her to the side of the room, standing behind her as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“You saw someone?” I persisted.
“Yeah, she was cute, too!” replied Casey, wiping away the condensation of our breath from the panel of chilly glass. The gale outside was sending leaves and litter flying across the car park and lashing the sides of the building, and as I stood there feeling the warmth of Casey’s body in my arms I couldn’t have felt cozier if there’d been a log fire crackling in the corner. She had satisfied all of my needs and wants, but as we stood there hoping for the mystery girl to reappear, I began to crave something new, something I hadn’t yet tried – a threesome. It was only a minor rumination in my mind at the point, but as the curtains across the way began to twitch, those innocent stirrings started to work their way to the forefront of my consciousness. We both watched intently as a set of fingers hooked the sides of the curtains back to reveal a timid looking young woman, who stepped out into the open once again.
“Told you!” gloated Casey, referring to how pretty the girl was. She looked slightly older than Casey, but still a good few years younger than me. She was wearing a thick white dressing gown that was tied shut with a loose knot in the belt around her stomach. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of deep copper that flowed down over her shoulders like molten lava on the banks of an active volcano. She pressed one set of fingers up to her window, as if the glass was a proxy for making contact with us. We did the same, pressing our fingers up with my hand overlapping Casey’s.

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