Erotica

We pretended we didn’t know one another. Nodded curtly, politely, slightly awkwardly, as we entered the yoga studio. It looked like it was going to be just the two of us, alone with the instructor. The instructor was one of…

From a tropical clime comes the picture. Palm trees, a white picket fence, visible, just beneath the rear view mirror. In the mirror? Her right hand.  The middle finger, bent, her lips enveloping it, just to the first knuckle. Her…

She sends me pictures. In the first, her lips (to me) are luscious, full, sweet-looking. She says I’m wrong, that they’re small.  But that her bottom lip is “fuller.”  They’re eminently kissable. She accepts “sweet” as a compliment. She has…

“I’ve been thinking about your lips, about how it would feel for my cock to slide along them, between them.” She responds, in moments, with a photo of her luscious, pouting lips. “Good girl.” Some hours pass.  I write, “I’m…

I want… To dress you.To select your panties, your bra.To choose your top.To pick your skirt, your stockings, your shoes.To place them all on you, slowly, caressing the parts of your body they cover as I do.I want to send…

Right around 1:10, it starts to really pick up. She’s a little bit of a bratty sub – picking and choosing the instructions she follows, seeming to thrive on my disapproval, rather than simply honoring my wishes. But… but… but……

“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders, over her head.  She instinctively lifted her arms to help.  I removed the camisole that remained.  Her breasts were round,…

And this time, she even says “Hey, N.” at the end….  Click here to listen.  (A player should pop up.) Here’s a brief description of how she makes herself cum, if you’re interested: I rarely, if ever, come during sex.…

Willow, blonde, wears lycra leggings, a tight top. Her friend, Elyse, a fiery redhead, is dressed similarly – brown cotton tights and a sheer top. Each is virtually flat-chested. Neither needs, or wears, a bra. Four nipples greet me. We…

The power she holds over me is inexplicable.  Her eyes are steel blue.  Her hair, blonde.  She’s a shameless flirt.  I see it all the time.  It’s almost pathological, her flirtiness – hard for me to feel special to her.…