Category Archives: erotica

at work

At work, sitting at her desk and staring at her PC screen, she was wondering why the same thing always happened in every job she’d had. She’d stepped over the line again and had started flirting with an outside contractor. As the front lady for the construction firm, Xandra was always the first voice, face and name people heard and saw on a daily basis.

The majority of the time she kept a firm control of herself and her flirtatious manner but she was so put out with what Alex had done that morning that she had started to reply provocatively to one of the outside contractors, Tony, who had been given an assignment to oversee the new build of the water works station.

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scent and sensibilities

I’m imagining the scent of you.

Your naked body lying face down next to me on the bed, hands tied behind your back, totally at my mercy. My fingers run down your spine and back up to your neck again, gently pulling the hair at the nape, gathering it as I lean down and whisper in your ear. My angry, hard cock brushes your thigh through my trousers as my words electrify your untouched sex, moistening your hole.

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the professor

Let’s get these beards together sister, his text read.

I’d met the professor a couple of nights before. He had a beard and a wicked sparkle in his eye, and, when we were introduced, he kissed me on the cheek, tickling my neck at the same time. I knew that minute I was into him.

And I think he knew I was too; he purloined my number, very graciously, from a mutual friend of ours, and so began our discourse…

Kitty: Hey lovely, that sounds like a plan. Suggestions?

Professor: Tomorrow night, I am in France now. Let’s introduce these beards tomorrow.

K: No can do my dear – busy till next weekend!

P: And next weekend, what then my pet? I’m hoping to put my beard on your beard; I jest. Saturday night? Would it bother you if I didn’t have a beard? Probably so. I keep it for your neck and thighs.

K: Mmmmmmm… Don’t get me started… Till next weekend then.

During the next five days there was an endless barrage of texts building us both up to the climax of meeting under premeditated circumstances this time.

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wicked stimulation

Lying back on the bed, your legs spread so wide I could see the tendons on the insides of your thighs standing out taught under your silky white skin, I plunged the dildo in and out of your pussy while I watched you gasping and shuddering while I played with my own clit, coming into my hand. Your breasts, mounds of fleshy white with large, pink nipples erect, moved up and down with the rhythm of my hand pumping in and out of you. Your head was bent back, eyes closed, your arms restrained by Velcro straps and metal carabiners pinning you to their matching set hooked onto the bed posts above and behind you.

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