Erotica

As I made circular motions on your clit using my index and middle finger, I could hear her breathing get shallower. When she told me over the phone how long she had gone without sex, I found it hard to believe. Not any more. She held the shaft of the erection in one hand and with the other placed squarely on top, she made circular motions. The pleasure was so intense that within moments, my hips began to jerk in pleasure. By now, her wetness had become visible from outside her panties so I knew it was time to go a little further. Gently, I rubbed her labia up and down with my fingers and eventually slipped my middle finger to the entrance into her wetness. I played with the periphery of her hole as i continued to slide my finger deeper and deeper into her. Soon I was all the way in and I could feel my finger swimming in her juices. I could feel her tremble each time I slid in and soon I had two fingers sliding in and out of her at moderate speed. At the same time, my thumb pressed ...

After almost 18 months apart, our phone conversations had rekindled our passion and for the first time, I felt like I was no longer chasing her. It felt like she was mine -- the feelings felt like they were mutual. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. She had agreed to pick me up from the airport when I came back into town and we began to count days until we would see each other. As I entered into the Arrivals section of the Abuja airport, there she was -- beautiful as ever -- waiting expectantly as I tried to remain calm while I walked towards her. As we met, without so much as a hello, she wrapped her arms around me and for the first time, I could feel the swell of her soft bosom pressing against the lower part of my chest. After a cramped 7 hour flight, it felt good to be in the arms of a beautiful woman. We held hands as we walked to her car reveling in the euphoria of being reunited once again. As soon as we were seated in the car I leaned in and kissed her slowly. I savore...

I've always been fascinated by beautiful successful older women -- the air of power that surrounds them is alluring to say the least. Beyond the glamor and the high-flying lifestyle lies my main attraction -- something I call the "taboo" factor. The idea of wanting to be with a much older women generally defies social convention and generally elicits unsavory gossip. For that reason, I wouldn't necessarily flaunt an older woman but I wouldn't hide her either. That value of having something that I shouldn't have keeps me enthralled -- longer than I typically am with younger, more accessible girls. With older women, there's less bullshit and with all the experiences they've had, you never know what to expect. I guess this must be the same way girls feel when they transition from having fun with boys to getting serious with men. I've read about women hitting their sexual prime in their 30s so it's strange when older men chase after teenagers -...

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She knew she had a bit of a wild side but she could never really let loose, certainly not within the confines of her 3-year old relationship with her first and only love. At 18, it felt like her whole life was ahead of her -- so many things to do, so many places to go and so many guys and girls to hook up with-- but she had to remain faithful to Bradley. He was everything she ever wanted and she was happy with him. He took care of all her physical and emotional needs but there were many things --many naughty things --that she had discovered and wanted to experience, the internet constantly bombarding her with imagery that constantly kept her fantasizing. She met a friend of her mother's who was surprisingly closer to her age than her mother's and even though the connection was not instant, he became a great ally assisting her during tough coursework. At 23, Tim had about the most sexually liberated mind a young person could have. He had seen it all and nothing, no matter how...

At 35, Jennifer was about as successful a lawyer as a woman her age could be. She had graduated at the top of her class at Harvard 12 years earlier and almost immediately began a meteoric rise to success at Edelstein & Grossman – one of the top corporate law firms on the East coast. In 5 years, she had been promoted 7 times and she had become the youngest female partner the firm had ever had at 30. But all that had come at a price; she was at the office at least 80 hours a week perusing case files, contracts, agreements – the works. She was no stranger to the midnight candle and all that hard work had left very little time for any social activities outside the occasional nightcaps with some of her colleagues when they had to work late and a few dinners the company put together when they were signing big clients or celebrating successful deals. She knew she had no time for a relationship but that didn’t mean she was sex starved either. She had been through her share of cute young ...

It's one of those lazy saturdays....it's a lovely day outside....you're making breakfast in that sexy little nitey you slept in...it's quiet except for the eggs on the stove...all of a sudden....you feel a soft warm kiss on the back of your neck, and then another, and then another as his warm hands caress every inch of you  You try to turn around but he wont let you...He holds you firmly as he pulls down the straps to your nitey...off one shoulder and then the other revealing your glistening naked body...he begins to kiss you down the trace of your spine, down to your lower back, stopping right to the tip of your buttocks, up and down....warm kisses and licks all over your back.... You love the way it feels....unexpectedly, he kneels behind you, pushing you slightly forward, spreading your legs, as he uses his tongue to trace the line, right through your butt, down to the beautiful mound between your legs..... He licks you gently....passionately, kissing your ...

It had been 6 months since she buried her husband – 6 of the loneliest months of her life; 12 to be exact considering that she had single-handedly nursed her dying bedridden husband for the entire period since his brain cancer diagnosis the year before. She cherished Peter and even though he could hardly do anything, she stayed with him right to the very end. The stress and the anguish of cleaning him up daily, administering IVs and slowly watching him lose his mind had taken their toll on her. She had lost weight, had visibly aged and felt like no better than an autumn leaf – dry and shriveled. At 30, she had gone from looking and feeling like the girl next door to an old lady waiting to die all alone. She was tired of feeling so awful and so one very ordinary night, she took a stroll down the beach... It was not really tourist season this time of year and she didnt expect to meet anyone at this time. She just needed a little wind in her hair and the sound of the splashing water...

It was like any cold autumn night in the windy city. The whistling of the trees outside, leaves flying around and a light drizzle - the perfect weather to relax and finish writing the last chapter of the book she had been slaving on for the last 2 months. She was exhausted but she had to meet the publisher's deadline. The loneliness and the cravings had started setting in and she knew it was only a matter of time before she lost her mind. It had been 6 months since Jeff had left and that translated to a 6-month dry spell....no kissing, no caressing, nothing.....She had occassionally tried to please herself but she had finally given up....it just wasn't the same when she was all by herself. Jeff might have been difficult, but one thing he knew how to do was please a woman's body - and selflessly- she had never met a man who was so willing to give pleasure expecting nothing in return. Tonight, she had her white tank top and her booty shorts on, with a shawl draped ove...