Category: erotic story

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark was huddled into a pathetic, trembling ball on the floor. He worshipped the ground I walked on, but the problem with worship is that it doesn’t fulfill needs. The problem with Mark was that he was soft, in every sense of the word. And when it came to fucking me, he was simply inadequate. He knew it, I knew it, and frankly, we both grew tired of the inevitable disappointment that followed his pathetic, brief attempts at trying to make me cum. So, I decided to give him exactly what we both needed – the chance to watch a real man take what he couldn’t.

I checked my watch. “Get up, Mark,” I said, excitedly. I was looking forward to seeing him realize his own inadequacy reflected in the eyes of a superior man. “Julian is coming over,” I announced, pouring myself a drink. I took a slow sip, while watching him. “You’re going to stay and you’re going to watch.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve pretty much always possessed an insatiable, almost legendary, craving for the most magnificent, oversized cocks I could find. It started during a summer trip to a local  beach, where I first laid eyes on a row of men sunning themselves in tight banana hammocks that left little to the imaginations. The sheer scale of their dicks was mesmerizing and I found myself unable to look away!

I meticulously inspected each one, then chose my favorite specimen. That cock was unbelievably succulent and firm, and there was something undeniably thrilling about handling a cock that felt so heavy in my grip. I’ll admit, I took my time with it and didn’t rush through the process because that cock was just too incredible to ignore.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.

No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.

You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.

Your hand was doing the real talking.

With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Julian knew the drill. He knew that when I summoned him after a lapse in discipline, any form of pleasantries were entirely off the table. “Look at me, Julian,” I said, staring directly at him. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He had spent the last hour stewing in his own anticipation, wondering exactly how I intended to address the unauthorized communication he’d sent earlier that afternoon. When a sub steps out of line, they don’t just lose my favor. They provide me with an opportunity to remind them exactly who owns their focus.

I walked toward him, as my heels clicked on the hardwood floor. It was a sound he had learned to associate with the impending weight of my expectations. I stopped inches from him, invading his space until he tilted his head back, forcing him to maintain eye contact with me. “You were naughty today,” I whispered, trailing a manicured finger along his jawline before pressing firmly against his pulse point. I felt his heart racing beneath my touch. “You thought you could operate outside the boundaries I set for you. You thought you could have…a secret.”

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

A friend called me and asked if I would come over. He’d been having some thoughts and just needed to talk. So, of course, I hurried right over, not knowing what it was that was on his mind. We’ve been friends for only a few months, and he knows a little about my life before the transformation, but I wondered if those were the kinds of questions he would ask.

I sat beside him on his couch, and he looked so nervous. I think he was even sweating. “So, Alexus,” He cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “I think I’m just a little bi-curious and was wondering if, umm, maybe, I could just…” I nodded, trying to help him get the words out. “If, if, if I could just suck your cock a little bit? To see if I like it! I’m just a little curious, is all; not gay, though!”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my reflection in the darkened window of a parked car. My lipstick was a precise, bruised plum. To the casual observer, I was just a woman out for a crisp, midnight walk. But, to the ones I was hunting, I was a gravitational pull they had no intention of resisting.

Most men looked at me with a mix of hunger and entitlement. Those I ignored. I was looking for cues like the tremor in a hand, the way a shoulder dropped when I made prolonged eye contact, and the subtle, pathetic eagerness hidden behind a mask of indifference.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

I had never seen him so relaxed before. Instead of his normal turtleneck and dress shirt combo, he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a baggy sweater. His dress slacks were traded for sweats, and his ever present gloves were tossed to the side. If we hadn’t already planned out this tryst, I’d have been instantly turned on. The room swung around a little as he propped his phone somewhere on his bedding as he got comfortable against the headboard. His gaze focused on the camera and he said “Will you show me?”

I giggled into my camera and moved my phone into position on the camera mount I had setup for tonight. I crawled back into position against my pillows to show off the nightie I’d picked out. Black and dark red, with matching panties. Dark red thigh-highs held up with a matching black and red garter belt. I heard a low moan from my phone as I ran a hand up one leg. “Do you like it? I picked it out for you.”

“I wish I could touch you right now.” He said. “I would caress your cheek.”

I moved my hand to my cheek and caressed myself. “I’d… Continue reading “Late-night Facetime Call” →

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon lights of the midway glittered from above as I stood by the games of chance, watching the desperate losers toss rings at glass bottles. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the rusted railing of the Tilt-A-Whirl. He didn’t look like the rest of the pack-mentality boys who were roaming the park, he looked bored. When he caught my eye, he didn’t smile…he just tilted his head, like he was more curious than anything.

My sneakers crunched on discarded popcorn kernels as I walked toward him. Up close, he was even more striking. He had that jagged, restless energy that usually signaled trouble, and a smudge of grease on his jawline that made my pulse jump. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break,” I said, with a smirk. “I’m Amber, by the way.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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