Erotica

I want to tell you what to do. To tell you what to wear. To insinuate myself into your thoughts, into your speech. I want you to say “yes” to me. I want you to feel my eyes burning through…

Her head was between my legs, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, the shaft gripped tightly in her hand, when she asked me this. For a moment, I was paralyzed. Was she serious? Was this a real…

The Historian occupies a special place in my… heart? brain? cock? Here are a few facts about her: 1) She’s not, actually, a historian.

The lead-up was bumpy. It was hot. Then it wasn’t. Then it was again. Our relationship had become three-dimensional. No longer was she simply a toy for my pleasure. She had become a person. A person I like, care about,…

It’s so fucking hot. Imagining you, waiting for me. Dressed for me. Naked for me. Exposed for me. Open for my use. For my taking. Knowing, precisely, what will happen. Knowing that you exist for no reason other than to…

Hunger Oral sex is eating. I go down on you because I’m hungry. I want to devour you, to taste you. I’m hungry for you. Yes, I suppose, I’m hungry for your pleasure (see below). But when it’s best, when…

I know, I know – more of the same. You’ve heard it all before. But still…. You are dressed as I requested. A tiny black dress. Black boyshorts. A black bra. Your pussy is wet. You don’t see me. As…

After I come a second time deep in your throat, your pussy is aching, dripping. “I need to come,” you say. “You’ve been a good girl,” I say. “But you keep getting this part wrong.” “I’m sorry,” you say. You…

You had told me that your preference was for me to come on you, not in your mouth. I had told you that my preference was to come down your fucking throat. I plunge my cock deep into your mouth,…

How long has it been since I allowed you an orgasm? It feels like years. “Please?” you ask, an air of desperation in your voice. “Please?” I’m silent, watching you, a thin smile – no, a smirk – on my…