Category: Erotica

 

Beth meets Lina at a friend’s wedding reception. They say weddings are a great place to meet people …

EXCERPT:

She patted the bed in front of her, beckoning me to join her. My nerves got the better of me, causing my breath to increase as I tried to build up the courage to join her. I wanted to feel her flesh so badly, to taste her and smell her, but it felt like there was some invisible barrier preventing me from getting any closer. She climbed to her knees and made her way to the edge of the bed, and reached out to clamp my hand in hers. She pulled me gently towards her, wrapping her other arm around the small of my back as I got closer. I felt her hands running up and down my back and her warm breath on my chest as she leaned in to kiss my skin. The touch of her lips as they delicately smacked onto my chest, just above my breasts, sent a fresh tingle to my pussy.

Her hands wandered south and gently caressed my ass cheeks while her lips moved up to my neck. I could smell her hair as she buried her face in my neck, sensually kissing every inch of my skin as she worked her way up to my mouth. Her hot breath formed droplets of condensation on my neck, which rolled down my chest and over my breast with a cool trickle. As her lips got closer to mine, I moistened them and waited longingly for her to kiss me. I took another bold step and moved my hands around to feel her back, lightly passing my fingers over the material of her dress as I felt her body. The warmth emanating from her flesh was driving me insane with lust, and as she began to kiss my cheeks I lost patience. I launched into a full on kiss, meeting her lips as I embraced her passionately. My tongue danced around hers, sharing our saliva as we groped each others’ bodies. I was trembling with uneasy excitement – I felt like I was crossing a sexual frontier, walking into no-man’s-land.

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Chloe is closing up the library for the evening when her boyfriend Jack and his friend Alex arrive. She has always had a crush on Alex and tonight Jack is going to help fulfill her fantasy …

EXCERPT:

He set me down on the table top and kissed me deeply while Alex watched on. At first I thought Jack was just going to give me a kiss and we would leave but to my surprise he pushed himself between my legs lifting my skirt up to show off my shapely pale legs. I could feel the bulge press against my panties and knowing that Alex was nearby turned me on. I always said to Jack if there was one of his friends I would invite in it would be Alex. I wrapped my legs around Jack’s waist and I felt his hands pulling my blouse out of my skirt. As he kissed me I felt my vagina growing moist and as he began unbuttoning my blouse my nipples became erect. I reached out with a hand for Alex and I grabbed his hand in mine to pull him closer. He took the cue and started helping Jack with my buttons. They both pulled my shirt open and my bra covered breasts became exposed. Jack moved away from me and Alex took his place between my legs. I looked into his blue eyes and saw the hunger for me there. I reached up and let my red mane down. I started to take my glasses off but Alex stopped me and leaned in to kiss my lips. I wrapped my legs around him and as his lips started to touch mine he pulled back a little keeping them from interacting. He moved in again and pulled back teasing me. Jack’s hands were rubbing my stomach and my back as Alex played his kissing game with me. Alex reached up and took my face in his hands and finally pressed his lips to mine. I felt the jolt of electricity surge through me as both men caressed my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, I had often masturbated and fucked Jack to the thought of two guys at the same time but nothing could have prepared me for this.

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A compilation of four erotic stories from Emily Cantore!

Includes:
Summer Holiday
Girl Toys
Punish Him
Voyeur Dad

EXCERPT:

From Summer Holiday

“You should get yourself a… um… you know…” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one…” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do… do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18th birthday…” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
I bit my lip to suppress my urge to smile, but a giggle slipped out regardless.
“I’m joking, it was because we moved. I couldn’t take him with me!” she said, “I don’t know what I’d do without it!”
“Where do you keep it?” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will find it?”
“Nah, I keep it in a box full of make-up and old shit. Nobody is going to risk their lives going in there!” she chortled. She saw that I was intrigued, and after supping the final dregs of her coke, she asked with a wry smile, “Do you wanna see it?”

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Elizabeth and Alice have just discovered the security guard in their building has been using hidden cameras to secretly record women showering, undressing, fucking …

They lure him into Alice’s apartment, handcuff him and then things get out of control …

EXCERPT:

I climbed on to the bed next to them and noticed a significant bulge in his trousers. He was obviously turned on by our rough treatment, and that gave me the confidence I needed to continue. Alice started to unbutton his black security guard jacket, eliciting a shudder from him with every pop as the sides of the material loosened around his chest. She looked a picture – her relatively tiny frame sitting on top of his stomach, her dark hair tied behind her head and wearing only a tight gym top and track suit pants. Still, she completely owned the situation, continuing to slap him every time he made a noise. After a little while he figured out who was in charge. She spread his jacket open, revealing a white vest underneath. She clicked her fingers, calling for something to cut it open like a surgeon requesting the next scalpel. I handed her a knife, which she relished in rolling over his chest before cutting the vest down the middle. The fabric tore open as the blade sliced through it, and then she discarded the knife. She placed her hands flat against his chest and ran her fingers through the forest of hair, tugging on a few strands as he winced in pain. I watched as she flicked his nipples firmly at the same time. My pussy was tingling as she tormented him, enjoying every second of the cruelty party we had set up.
I had pulled the box of goodies over to the side of the bed, making it easy to reach down to collect the implements of torture. I picked up a pair of long candle and a box of matches. He tilted his head to the side and gulped when he saw them. He knew all too well what was coming, and from the flexing inside his pants, he didn’t seem entirely resistant to the idea. I took out a couple of matches and one by one, struck them and lit the candles, extinguishing the splints of burning wood by pressing them to his skin. We both held one candle each and waved them over his head, taunting him as his gaze darted between them. It took a minute or two for the wax to melt, and as soon as a pool had formed at the top, Alice tilted hers and dripped a couple of small red droplets onto his hairy chest, prompting a series of loud, but muffled shrieks. The duct tape nearly came loose from his mouth, but she pressed it down again, forcing his head back on to the duvet. It was my turn, so I aimed my white candle sideways and poured the entire pool of hot wax out, splashing it down over his chest and nipples. He screamed again as tears formed around his eyes, and as the pain subsided he relaxed one more time. We continued to pour the wax over his chest, working our wax gradually down towards his crotch.

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After a long day making business deals to sell the latest in sex toy technology, Ria just wants to unwind. She heads to the bar for a drink and meets Natalie, a gorgeous red-head relaxing after a day of sales of her own.

A few glasses of wine and Ria invites Natalie up to her room to sample all that modern technology has to offer …

EXCERPT:

“So what brings you here? Business? Pleasure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow suggestively as I finished the question.
“Hopefully both,” she said, and it was only then that I even noticed that she was wearing glasses, such was her hypnotic beauty. She removed them from her eyes and started to nibble on the ear rests, awaiting my next move. Seducing her felt like a game of sexual chess, and she was the world champion. Even with my usual prowess in this area it was a daunting task, but I had my eyes set on her. I wanted her, and something about her demeanor told me she wanted me too. I considered my next move while I took another sip of wine from my glass, allowing the warm flavor of cherries and black pepper to slide down my throat.
“Okay,” I said, trying to figure her out, “What line of business are you in?”
“Sales,” she said bluntly, but I remained silent, forcing her to continue, “I work for a cosmetics company. I’m here to secure some new contracts for my business. Your turn.”
“Me too,” I said with a mock suspicious smile, but then I realized this wasn’t the most alluring conversation, “So, how do you like the hotel?”
“It’s gorgeous, apart from the view,” she complained with frustrated shrug, “I’ve got a great view of the car park!”
“Really? I’ve got a superb view of the ocean,” I said, instantly spotting my opportunity to strike. I realized we had already finished our glasses of wine, so I poured a second.
“I love the water, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach…” she said with a reminiscent look in her eyes.
“You know, if you want I could show you?” I offered nervously, fearing that I had single-handedly destroyed the moment. She smiled again, seeing straight through my facade, but I kept it up regardless.
“That would be nice,” she said, taking a large gulp of wine from her glass. I watched her lips wrapping around the rim as the dark red liquid poured into her mouth, followed by a single solitary drip down the side as she placed it back down on the table. Then, to my surprise I felt something brushing over my leg. I didn’t need to look down to see what it was – when I saw the naughty grin on her face; I knew it was her foot. She glided it softly up the inside of my right leg, pressing her toes into my stockings and pushing my legs apart slightly. I started to tremble slightly as she ran her toes up and down my shin, making firmer contact with each stroke that she made. I signaled my approval with a satisfied smile, staring in to her eyes as she glared right back. My clitoris was tingling even more prominently and my labia were becoming quite moist, and after a minute or two of enjoying her game of footsie, I decided to step it up a little. I reached down under the table and gripped the sides of her foot, holding it in place as I ran my fingers and thumbs around her toes. I had some experience with foot massage, having practiced it on one of my former lovers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my fingers as they rubbed over her pressure spots. She even let out an accidental groan, quickly bolting upright and clearing her throat in case anyone had noticed her state of arousal. I chuckled and she looked at me.
“So, how about that view?” I said, repeating my earlier offer.

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