Erotica

We talked about the weekend over the phone and soon that was all we wanted to talk about. Every time she was near me she would tell me how wet she was getting. I had never felt it for myself but I was glad I had gotten her comfortable enough to tell me. We met again in the office on another weekend about 3 weeks later and this time we had all day. We were both there at 9 and as soon as we were in, I drew the curtains and locked the door. First she sat on my lap and from behind her, I was able to strip her down into the trousers she had underneath her cover garment. Once again I caressed her breasts with both my palms, playing with her nipples gently between my fingers.  They were a perfect fit for my hands. Not too perky but not saggy either. Just the way I liked them. With her bare back in front of my face, I began to kiss her. I kissed every part of her back I could reach as she sat on top of me never letting go of her breasts.  “Bad boy. You’re so spoilt. Who’s teaching you al

I'm a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about.  There's something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn't shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her.

I whispered into her ear about how enthralling her pussy had been. “Make love to me”, she said almost breathlessly. As I reached for my condoms under my bed, she said it again. “Make love to me -- without a condom. I want to feel you”. I thought to myself, she must definitely be crazy if she thinks I’m gonna do that. “Hell no”, I said. It was unthinkable. “I’m on birth control already so what are you afraid of?”, she rebutted. “What if I’ve got some disease or something”, I said to her, turning the lights on. “I know you’re clean. Besides you told me you’d never had unprotected sex before. Or were you lying?”, she said. With my erection throbbing to the point of near explosion, it wasn’t long before I did something I consider monumentally stupid. I agreed on the condition that she would still take emergency contraception in my presence as soon as morning came. Lying on her back, with her legs bent at the knees, I made my way between her legs. Penetrating her proved harder than I ex

For someone who is keenly interested in sex and sexuality, I'm not terribly sexually active. I’m cautious so I've kept my body count  under 5 so far. Surprising? Well, I believe my mental activity more than makes up for my physical restraint. I like to be in control of my senses so I’m less likely to give in to sexual pressure than a typical young virile heterosexual male under 25. A little while ago, I did decide to throw caution to the wind -- you know, be a little sexually adventurous – and what follows is a brief account of my torrid encounter with Sandra. “This way please”, she said as she directed me toward the test venue. She worked as a recruiter for a consulting firm I had applied. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous but she had an understated beauty about her. She was well-dressed, mild-mannered and generally pleasant – the perfect first contact for any company recruiting young nervous people. She definitely helped me feel comfortable and by the time the test had be