Erotic Couples

“Sir, are we an erotic couple?”

She punctuated her question by taking my hand and sucking one of my fingers in the midst of the festive crowd. Hunger pangs of lust clenched my stomach and need jerked my cock

I stopped and turned to her. “Princess, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were…hungry.”

I’d been holding her hand as we walked through the fairgrounds, laughing, talking and people watching. Public displays of affections were the norm for us, so no doubt there were people watching us. A crowd didn’t deter us from unabashedly stealing furtive touches and caresses to maintain our carnal edge.

All day foreplay started the moment the first one of us woke up in the morning – usually in the form of oral sex or a snuggle-fuck. Now we stood face to face as the throng jostled around us and all we saw was each other.

My eyes must have been as large as the bulge in my pants when she added a second finger into the wet cavern of her mouth. Oh yesss, she had me balancing on the edge of heighted lust. Judging by the pussy-cat who swallowed the canary look on her face – she loved every moment of my torment.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw people staring, but neither of us cared. I stroked her face with my free hand and then snaked my fingers in her long hair. I pulled her to me by those locks and she melted against me. Her arousal seethed all-around us, and the ethereal sensation of plunging balls deep into her moist depths slammed into me. I pulled my fingers from her mouth accompanied by a loud sucking sound. She could be such a tease. My cock surged through my jeans and she ground her pelvis against mine.

“Sir, your baby-girl is always hungry for her-Daddy. I am your-Slut.”

“Mmm, well I guess I need to feed My-little-pussy before she chews off one of my fingers. Apparently, the jumbo sausage you devoured a few minutes ago only whetted your appetite for more beef.”

Her eyes gleamed and her hard nipples pebbled through her thin shirt. She looked around and I tracked her gaze to an empty park bench. Fortunately, I’d had the foresight to bring a blanket. She’d worn a skirt, and of course no panties.

She took in a long breath and licked her lips. “Come with me Sir, I want to show you something.”

“Show me something…or give me something?”

She rubbed her hands on her thighs, and the movement created a cameltoe affect. “I’m a good-girl, so both.” She swirled around me like an exotic dancer working her pole, and then sashayed toward that still empty bench.

The sway of her merry hips called to me, and I chuckled. “To answer your question, Princess – yep…we are definitely an erotic couple.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

Toy Story….

“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”

She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?

The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.

“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”

Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”

Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”

She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“OK, let’s begin.”

She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”

“Excellent, My-slut.”

Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.

“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”

“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”

An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.

“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.

“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.

Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”

“No.” The vibration grew stronger.

Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”

“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.

Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.

Implement? Could it be?

“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”

“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.

 

A Good Dom Takes Care Of His Sub – Guest Post By Renee Rose

A surprisingly touching excerpt from Renee Rose’s( @ReneeRoseAuthor ) new book – ‘Mob Mistress’. A tough on the outside Dom, with a mushy heart.

The (Really) Naughty Corner

I like a dom to be harsh and demanding, but I also like a little sugar to go with it. In my books, some doms are sweeter than others, but in the end, they all are willing to care for and protect their women when necessary.

In Mob Mistress, Lexi Tyler, a hairstylist in financial distress, has just entered into a “mistress” situation with mobster Bobby Manghini, agreeing to be available to him at all times in exchange for a luxury apartment and spending cash. But what happens when, on their second date, she gets bad news and falls apart?

In this excerpt, Lexi, a hairstylist in financial crisis, has struck a bargain with mobster Bobby Manghini, to be at his beck and call in exchange for a high-end apartment and spending money. On their second date, though, she gets a call that her sister’s in the hospital. Here’s…

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squirting 101

This topic needs no introduction, but I will just say it’s not an urban myth – women can and do squirt.

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Squirting 101. So I’ve been asked numerous times what is the technique to making a woman squirt. I’ve decided to take it to school and share my knowledge… First things first. The woman must empty her bladder. This is because when a woman is about to squirt it feels like she is gonna pee herself (squirting uses the same muscles as peeing) most times a woman will have this sensation and stop/make the partner stop. She needs to ‘push’…

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Adaline Raine is visiting today!

An exciting excerpt from Adaline Raine’s new book ‘The Medic of Brighton Creek’.

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I have Adaline Raine on my blog talking about her new book, The Medic of Brighton Creek which I read recently and thoroughly enjoyed. Welcome Addy!

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Hi Morganna!
I’m really excited to be over today and am sharing an excerpt from my new release, The Medic of Brighton Creek. I’m so happy you enjoyed it, and hope you come over to my blog soon. **grins** In this snippet Mikayla is babbling because she doesn’t want to go back to the city and her job. She wants to stay a little longer but she isn’t voicing that well. She is in the bed and breakfast that her two good friends, Bonnie and Brody (ah, the newlyweds) own. Sam is in the kitchen as well and she is all jumbled up emotion wise.
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Where The Horror First Began….

Dick checked his watch again. “Ms. Gordon, what are you doing in there? I want to check out of here and hit the road by Noon.”

Barbara danced out of the bathroom wearing a sheer, white sundress flowing to mid-thigh. “Ooh, he called me ‘Ms. Gordon’ in his dominant voice. You know I get moist when you act all macho. Well, Mr. Grayson, since we’re being so formal, what do you think?” She did a little pirouette that made the dress rise high to show off her defined legs, shapely ass and cleanly shaven pussy.

“You’re not wearing panties, or a bra.”

“No Dick, I’m not. What’s your point? This way you’ll have easy access to the goodies in the car. Mmm, and judging by the lump in your pants, you haven’t had enough of me yet.”

“No, I can never get enough of your sweet goodies. Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms and licked her lips. When she ground her hips into his groin, he pulled up her dress to squeeze her delicious ass.

From his secret hiding place in the wall, Norman squirmed with growing envy. He’d watched the amorous couple all through the night and returned this morning just in time to see the man mount the wanton slut again. The floor under his feet was sticky with his own spent emissions, but he’d have to wait until they checked out to clean up the mess. Norman barely stifled a groan as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

Dick leaned back and turned his head toward the wall. “Did you hear something?”

“No, baby, I didn’t hear a thing.  To be honest, all I want to hear are your moans, because I’m going to take the edge off you before we leave.” She pushed him onto the end of the bed.

“Barbara, we don’t have time to fool around. We promised Bruce we’d be back for weapons training tonight.”

She undid his pants, yanked them off and then dropped to her knees between his legs.  “This won’t take long. You haven’t cum in my mouth all weekend and I’m hungry.” Dick’s big cock popped free and she engulfed the head in her mouth.

“Oh my god Barbara, you’re right, this won’t take long.”

She mumbled around his cock. “Do it. Come for me. Shoot all your juice down my greedy throat.”

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Dick shouted.

Behind the wall, Norman trembled with lust. Once again, he found himself torn between wanting to be him…or be her. He wiped the drool off his mouth as he imagined swallowing a man’s seed. Norman stroked his cock, once, twice, and then he spewed a torrent of his liquid essence all over the wall and floor.

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Mrs. Bates smiled at the young couple. “We hope you enjoyed your weekend here at the Bates Bed & Breakfast. Hopefully, you’ll come back next spring when we open up either our new motel or hotel.”

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Hotel’.

Photo attribution for the Bed and Breakfast picture provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

Jammies and Wild, Sweaty Monkey Sex

“Are we just going to sit around in our pajamas all day?” He asked as he sipped his first cup of coffee.

She chuckled and rubbed her foot on the inside of his leg. “Maybe, my-Sir. Would that be a terrible way to spend a rainy day?”

‘’No little-one, that would not be a bad idea at all. So, what’s up with you this morning? How did you sleep last night? You seemed a little restless.”

“I slept pretty well and woke up dreamily, feeling all soft, pliant, subby, romantic, fanciful and horny. I’m running out of adjectives.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “My, my…that was certainly a mouthful of adjectives. OK, so what runs through your mind when you wake up in this subby mood?”

She shifted and placed her foot on the growing bulge between his legs. “Hmm. What runs through my mind when I feel that way? Well, the thoughts and visions are kind of ethereal as I’m waking up. I feel warmly cared for, affectionate and happy.” He groaned when she rubbed his throbbing length with the edge of her foot. “I imagine You wrapped around me, hands wandering all over, kissing, legs entwined, and wanting to lounge in bed all day, just experiencing each other. We’d enjoy breakfast in bed. Sexy cuddling, snuggling, talking, laughing – a good-girl and her-Sir. See, I’m not always a brat.”

He put the coffee cup down, slipped a hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast. “I’m liking this subby mood of yours. Hell, we should have stayed in bed. The next time you have one of these soft and subby moods, you have my permission to do whatever comes to your wicked mind.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around her nipple and smiled as the bud stiffened under his touch. “Tell me what else ran through your mind when you woke this morning.”

She groaned in pain mixed with pleasure when he cruelly pinched her nipple.  “I wanted to stop you when you got out of bed to put on the coffee, but I wasn’t ready to fully wake up. I imagined sliding down your body, slipping under the sheets and nuzzling your cock until it got rock hard…like it is now. Flicking my tongue around it, teasing, sucking, slurping…then taking you all into my mouth. I thought about your hand in my hair, relaxing my throat so you can push deep, then sucking with just my lips, and stroking up your length from balls to head with my tongue. All the dirty, filthy words you would be saying as I pleased You ran through my mind.”

He swallowed a deep breath as he continued to fondle her breasts. “I like the way you think. So what should we do now?”

“Sir, are you letting me top from the bottom?”

“Yes little-one, today you are in charge.”

Her grin was nearly bigger than her face. “We’re going to cuddle, kiss and make out like teenagers in heat. Then we’re going to have wild monkey sex, watch the game and eat something, other than each other, probably cereal with bananas for breakfast. I’d cook you some pancakes, but I don’t want you to fall asleep before I’m finished with you. Maybe we’ll order a pizza later and then start all over again at the cuddle, snuggle – monkey sex part.”

He stroked his chin to give the impression he was in deep thought. It took him all of three seconds to ponder her suggestion for how they should spend this rainy Saturday. He really didn’t care what they did, as long as they did it together. She was his submissive, but she was also his best friend.

“Well, you seem to have this all planned out and I must admit your idea does have potential, especially the part about the pizza. I want mushrooms and pineapples on the pizza.”

Her foot traveled up his leg and back to his crotch. “Fine, you’re going to need the mushrooms. In fact, we should probably get anchovies too.”

“Good thinking, even if your inner-brat is showing. Do we have enough wine?”

“Yep, I bought three bottles of our favorite red and white wines.”

“Little-one, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all planned. OK, one more thing.”

She tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “And…..?”

“I want to start with the cuddling. I want you to crawl over here, sit in my lap, lay your head on my chest and just let me hold you for a while.”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

He winked. “Then we’ll have the hot and sweaty monkey sex.”

“Of course.”

“You are My good-girl. I love you.”

“More – I Love You More.”

“I doubt it. Now get your ass over here now. My hands are twitching to give you a spanking and my arms are aching to give you a hug.”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

The Marsten House

“Go ahead, Lance. What are you waiting for? Stop being a chicken shit.”

“David…shut the fuck up. Just give me a few minutes to think.”

Lance was dizzy from the onslaught of adrenaline juicing his veins.  With slow, deliberate steps, he turned and walked back down the porch steps. The sound of David’s soft footsteps followed. He leaned against the tall oak tree in the front yard, struggling to breathe. Sweat moistened his palms and icy tendrils of fear snaked down his back. The foreboding shadow of the ghoulish Marsten house loomed over him as he nervously dried his wet hands on his jeans.

His best friend spoke softly, “Lance, are you okay?”

Lance looked at David as though he’d recently escaped from the looney farm.  “No, I’m not okay,” Lance whispered. The howl of a wolf pierced the night and he shivered. “I…I don’t think I can do it. Tell me again why this is a good idea.”

David laughed. “Come on dude, you’re kidding…right? This is the chance of a lifetime.”

“If going into that house is such a golden opportunity, then maybe you should be the one to reap the rewards. Seriously, you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do.”

The full moon peeped through the cloud shrouded night sky and cast a surreal glow over the yard. A light came on in an upstairs’ room and both young men looked up to see a woman silhouetted behind a partially drawn window shade.

Lance gasped. “Sssh,” David warned.

The shapely woman faced the window and stood with her legs spread wide. If she was aware of their presence, she obviously didn’t care. She raised the shade until only her face was blocked, but the shadow between her thighs beckoned to Lance and his cock sprang to attention. Her hands slid down her legs and bunched in the hem of her short negligee. Slowly the wispy wrapper inched up her creamy flesh, but stopped just short of paradise. She held the pose for a long second and then the light in the room went out. Lance blinked and she was gone.

David slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my god, did you see her?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m sure that was Birdie.”

“Well, are you going in there or not?”

Lance adjusted his painful erection. “Maybe.”

“Maybe…are you shitting me? If things were different, I’d be in that house right now with one of the Marsten sisters’ legs wrapped around my neck.”

“I’m sure they would prefer you over me.”

David groaned. “They want a virgin…that’s you, not me. I wish two freaky sisters wanted to take my cherry when I was nineteen. Now stop being a pussy and go get that pussy.”

Lance inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”

Lance marched up the steps and the gateway to his wet dreams creaked open. He walked into the silent, pitch-black house and the door closed behind him.

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘door’.

Photo attribution of the Marsten House provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The Mistress

This is wickedly nasty and oh so slutty. In other words, it’s good.

He Ain’t Worth The Whiskey

“Sue Ellen, git back here,” he shouted to her glorious backside.

She snorted, gave him the finger and continued to sashay down the dusty road. “I don’t think so, J.R. You obviously don’t appreciate a woman of my class and quality.”

“Fuck, Woman! Where do you think you’re going buck-ass nekkid?”

She put a little extra wiggle into her stride. “I’m goin’ down to the fork in the road to hitchhike. I’m sure someone will want to gimme a ride, since your limp noodle shore wasn’t up to the job.”

“I done told you I just needed some time to get my second wind. It’s not my fault. Your kat is my Kryptonite. You come on back here and lemme take a nap. I promise you I’ll last longer the next time. When I wake up, I’m gonna rock your world!”

He started singing – ”Every time you kiss me, it’s like sunshine and hooch. Every time you kiss me, it’s like sunshine and hooch.”

Damnit, he knew she loved that song. Whenever she heard the chorus, she wanted to git up and started shaking her money-maker. Damn his no good hide. He knew how to push her buttons and appeal to her forgiving nature. Besides, he was right. Her pussy was just that damn good. A fella’s manhood melted like ice cubes in the Texas sun when she wrapped her sinfully long legs around a man’s back. She almost stopped and went back to him, but then she remembered something.

“J.R., what’s wrong with your tongue? If you can’t cut the mustard, you can still lick the jar.”

“Aw crap. Sue Ellen, you know real men don’t kiss no pussy. It’s not manly.”

She froze and anger narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I see…but real men don’t have a problem getting their cocks sucked, I noticed.”

He groaned. “That’s different.”

“Fuck you, J.R.! – Oh right, you can’t fuck…you’re a two-minute wonder. See ya, I’m outta here.”

“Alright…fine, good luck. I just want you to do one thang for me.”

“What do you want, loser?”

“Please leave the bottle of hooch. I need a drink really bad.”

She tipped the bottle to her mouth and greedily swallowed every drop. J.R.’s groans were music to her ears. When she finished, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then threw the empty bottle in the direction of his pick-up truck.

“Here, you asshole, wrap yer lips ’round that. It’ll probably be the last thing you kiss fer quite a while. You are so fucking pit-ta-ful. Next time try pouring that white lightening on your cock instead of drinking so much. I would have sucked you dry.”

She laughed and continued her strut back up the road.

 

© 2014 Will LaForge