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Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Tiktok
He always yells ticktock when he comes home on lunch break. Christopher will burst through the door, yanking his tie loose and calling out to me as he bolts past. I work from home; I’m always here up to myeyebrows in paperwork on any given day.I see the blur of gray suit as he rushes past and his footfalls echo on our steps. He’s heading toward the bedroom. Once in a great while, when the traffic is heavy and delays hold him up, he comes home yelling his magic words and then just attacks me in the living room.Not today.I shove my pile of papers away and stand, smoothing my yoga pants like I’m wearing a skirt. My eyes shoot to the small dining room mirror and I see my hair, in two blonde braids, has actually fared pretty well today.No makeup but for lipstick, but hey, it’s just the way he likes me. Undone.“Ticktock, Georgie,” he yells again, and I scurry.I hit the stairs at a good clip, heart pounding. My head is a little swimmy and my stomach abuzz. I always worry, will I
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Sex was in the air the day I encountered Nina. I felt it as soon as the sweet June morning kissed my neck, when I emerged through my front door with my cheerful necktie proud on my chest and the short curls of my hair still damp from the shower. The subway platform sizzled with the vitality of horny humans, frisky organisms who had bundled their hormones into workaday clothing but who nonetheless represented pure erogenous energy. The women’s thighs, bare below flirty summer dresses, sang desire to me, and their naked, friendly shoulders seemed to invite unseen lovers. And yet not all lovers were unseen that morning. On the train, I was presented with an excellent view of a couple standing halfway down the car from me, who wrapped themselves into an erotic embrace as I watched with art-history-trained eyes. Their faces were blocked from my line of sight, but the woman’s skirt, taut where her pelvis pressed against her guy, was beautifully framed for me by the surrounding passengers
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Kellan will be here soon. It’s time. When he demanded my secret from me last night, I thought first of lying,but he held my orgasm ransom until I told him what he wanted to know.“What’s the one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?” he asked.I was on my back, spread wide before him, open to his gaze. His arm stretched out across my leg, hand grip- ping me right at the juncture of hip and thigh, while his elbow pinned me to the bed. I would’ve said it made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t.Kellan’s other hand played between my legs, his thumb rubbing my clit, his middle finger teasing the entrance to my sex, but it was his mouth, his voice, his words that devastated me and set my senses reeling.“I want you to tell me the one thing you’re too afraid to tell anyone, even me. I want all your secrets, Angie”— I tried to thrust my hips up at him, but he pulled his fingers away—“and I won’t let you come until I have them.”He’d been teasing me for what felt like hours, bringing me t
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance NAUGAHyDE
Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back,showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with alazy, warm flex in my pussy.Nether lips fat with blood and slick with juices are forcing me to straighten my legs and sharpen my focus. We have a costume party to get to. We have a hope- fully future-boss for me to woo. We do not have time for…dirty things.“Naugahyde.”“Never heard of it.” His hand circles my ankle like I’m made of matchsticks. It never fails to startle me how big his hands are.He’s dressed like a greaser so when he waggles his eyebrows at me, I pretend to swoon. Only I don’t have to prete
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’d been thinking about Jesse all day. Whenever I could steal a moment of peace at work, my mind would wander, and I’d dream about his hands massaging my feet and his tongue teasing my toes. My commute home passed by in a flash as I spent the time imagining the look that would be on his face when he finally got to hold my pretty peds in his hands. The adoration that lights up his eyes when he gazes at my bare feet stokesmy lust like nothing else.You see, feet are Jesse’s fetish, but mine is being in control of Jesse. These two desires complement each other perfectly. I choose when and where he’s allowed the honor of worshipping my feet, and in the end we both wind up satisfied.Jesse had been such a good boy all week—takingcare of the house and me—so I wanted to give him a reward. The second I walked in the door that night, I told him that he’d earned a special treat. Upon hearing my words, he slid his lustful gaze slowly down my figure to rest at my feet, as I knew he would. My
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Taming his wild cat
She liked to scratch, which is why he called her his little wild cat.It was harder to scratch him when he encased her hands in mittens that looked like feline paws.She liked to hiss, which is also why he called her his little wild cat.It was harder to hiss with a gag in her mouth, one with whiskers sprouting from the strap. The gag went so well with the headband bearing spotted-felt cat’s ears.If she couldn’t scratch or hiss, then she couldn’t complain when he buckled a collar around her neck.“Of course,” he said, “I also have to bell my cat.” He dangled the shiny silver clamps in front of her, and she batted at them, making the little bells chime. He laughed, then tugged on her rosy nipples until theypouted, and tightened the clamps around them.She growled, deep in her throat, when he lubed her ass and slipped in a butt plug—one with a curling cat tail attached. He tickled her inner thighs with the end of the tail, just to watch her writhe.He flipped the switch. The p
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Cara? You’re my five o’clock?”The deep voice made my guts clench. That was thevoice my ex-boyfriend Ben had fallen in love with. The voice he had left me for five months ago. I turned and faced the hairstylist waiting for me.Shaggy brown hair, dark eyes, a ring in his lip. Yep, Hunter was as cute as everyone had said. I felt a stab of jealousy and attraction at the same time.“That’s me,” I lied. Pretending to be just a girl looking for a haircut. Pretending I wasn’t really scoping out the guy who’d lured my boyfriend away from me. I forced a smile, aware of how crazy this whole idea was. But I’d been unable to stop thinking about Ben, and I had to finally see for myself this new lover of his.Hunter said, “The chair’s over here.”I couldn’t take my eyes off him in the mirror as we discussed the kind of cut I wanted. His fingers moved through my long red hair with sensual confidence. He smelled fantastic and his easy, sexy smile spelled out what Ben had found so irresistible.
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So what do you think?” asked Mitch, his arms around Haley. I finished my latest beer. “About what?” I asked. Mitch grinned, leaned down and whispered some- thing in Haley’s ear. She responded to Mitch’s words instantly by arching her back and thrusting her tits out through the tight white tube top. Haley was seated at the edge of Mitch’s big, cushy armchair. Mitch had his knees apart, with her pert little ass fitted between them; she was basically sitting in his lap. She wasn’t wearing very much. Mitch brushed her cascade of chestnut-colored hair back over her narrow, bare shoulders, so it no longer obscured her firm, small tits. Her tan legs were clad only in too-short cutoffs. With her back arched and her tits thrust out, she smiled at me. I tried not to stare. “About her,” said Mitch. “What do you mean, what do I think?” “You know what I mean,” he said. “Go ahead, Walker. You can look. You been trying not to all night. Go ahead.” So I did. I stared at her. I looked her
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