Erotic Stories for the Sensual Mind - Chain Stories

My Favorite Student...1

Licorice Lips — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 01:38:33

I was shocked when one of the other teachers, who's one of my best friends, came in with this story. It's written by my favorite student. Although it's not clear who it's about, I'm almost positive I know. Why else would he have given it to me?

He knows how I feel about her, and she's even in his class first period. He told me he sees the way she looks at me. I've seen it too. At first I just blew it off, thinking why the hell would she want me?

But now it's obvious. This story is about me. This sexy, steamy, erotic story...

She has a very unique mind, unique everything actually. She's one of the least popular girls in school because of it and couldn't care less, which is amazing because it's an all-girl school.

We get along very well, she and I. And in this story... wow. She should have this published...

He growls playfully and flips over so I'm on top of him. Then he starts licking and sucking on my breasts, paying close attention to the nipples.

But I don't give him much time, because I'm lowering myself down to his manhood. I laugh a little at how hard he is already, and massage him. His face is already one of extreme enjoyment.

I'm only doing it lightly, tickling him, giving him many shivers. That encourages me to keep working on him sensuously.

But, instead of his dick, I decide to pleasure him somewhere else.

He lets out a raspy breath as he feels my mouth on one of his balls. He moans as I continue, licking it in my mouth, and tickling his other one.

Mmmm... I imagine her doing this to me, and read on...

He moans my name loudly, so I suck as hard as I can.

Suddenly, I feel something twitch; it's his dick. As he watches me the whole time, his breath gets heavier.

I let my hair tickle his throbbing manhood, then switch my mouth and hand, rubbing the other ball, massaging the already sucked one.

His hands are tangled in my hair. Somehow I failed to notice he's been stroking it for some time.

I move my tongue to his dick, lick from the top to the bottom, and he explodes with a loud cry of my name...

I try to lick up as much as I can as he tries to control his breathing.

Oh, this is so good. I let myself release a moan as I play with my cock...

Then he picks me up, lays me down where he was, crawls between my legs, spreading them, and licks the tip top of my thighs sexily.

I would love to do that...

He sees my eyes are pleading, and he says to himself so quietly, "How can I not give in to her?" I blush, but grin as he dips his tongue into my opening.

I can picture her blushing. She is just so cute...She's tough and sarcastic on the outside. But inside she's a soft, innocent, sweet girl. And to taste her...I've only dreamed about it...

I moan and squeal and writhe as he slowly explores me.

Then he licks around and around fast, making me scream his name in pleasure.

I look down at him and grip his sexy messed up hair. He smiles up at me, then slithers his tongue back into me.

Oh, this is the perfect story. I would love to do this.

One Fateful Evening

pipuk40 — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:47:12

Pippa's Story. (Part One.)
One Fateful Evening�

It all began as a bit of a joke really.

We'd all been out clubbing in some really raunchy night-spots and were still high on both the atmosphere and the two Love-doves that we'd swallowed a few hours before.

As the night wore on and, as morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle, until only three of us were left.

The three that were left were my husband Phil, my best mate Lisa and, of course, me.

My name is Helen, and what follows is a story that we three will never forget.

Lisa lived far away so, we invited her to stay at our place. She readily agreed, but pointed out that none of us could sleep yet, even though it was already nearly 9 AM!

"Why don't we play some cards?" Lisa suggested, a twinkle appearing in her eyes.

We agreed and, we were soon lying around the living room floor. The sounds of the Trance music in the background sounded sexy and rhythmic.

I knew Lisa well and, I was wondering what she had planned!

"Do you feel lucky tonight?" Lisa joked. "Why don't we make it interesting? You're not shy people are you? Neither am I so, let's play for our clothing!"

My husband Phil and I like a challenge and, we still felt horny from the dove.

We nodded to each other and Phil said:

"Okay."

He added slyly:

"But, let's make it really interesting. Unless you're scared of a bit of a real gamble!"

"Whoever loses must agree to do a forfeit, of the other two's choice. No backing out and, anything goes."

Lisa didn't bat an eyelid. She just smiled and nodded her assent. Phil looked at me. I was a little nervous but nodded too.

Phil really thought it was going his way to begin with. He'd not lost a hand and, both Lisa and I were in our undies already.

"I'm going to really enjoy being your Master when you lose." Phil said to Lisa cockily, obviously feeling very sure of himself.

"You have to win first." Replied Lisa, looking equally confident.

As she said it, Phil's luck seemed to turn. He lost continuously, until he was only wearing his boxer shorts.

The next two hands saw Lisa and I both topless, and now it really was 'Game-on'. The last hand was nerve wracking, but to his amazement, Phil lost!

"Off, off, off�" She chanted.

I found myself joining in, egging him to lose them.

"Okay, Okay, here they come!"

Smiling, Phil dropped his shorts to the floor. He was semi-
erect and, obviously thinking he had it made, either way.

"Go and get us some more drinks." Ordered Lisa. "And don't come back for 10 minutes. Helen and I need to discuss your forfeit!"

Phil left for the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

"Helen, what I am about to suggest may sound a little strange to you but hear me out I think I know a way to put a little dent in all that ego."

Lisa smiled knowingly.

"Have you ever wanted to be served on, hand and foot? By a French-maid, complete with tarty little uniform, sexy undies, the lot?"

I was a little taken aback but I did find the idea amusing.

"You want to make Phil into a French-maid?"

I giggled. I could almost picture his face when we told him what he had to do!

"Let's do it!" I cried.

the experiment

pipuk40 — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:36:32

The Experiment

by Pippa�

I had been out clubbing these last few weeks, trying to screw my name into the record books after the break-up of my marriage. I had been lucky on this last occasion and had met twin sisters. They were both extremely beautiful, 5'4" tall and exuded an air of permanent sexuality. Claire was the youngest by about six minutes, she was a real tearaway and, seemingly up for anything. Rachel however, although extremely pleasant, was much more demure, the professional type with her head securely on her shoulders.

I am a professional sound recording engineer with liberal opportunity to use the sound studios free of charge. My hobby however is hypnotism and for months now I'd been cooking up a very interesting idea that I really wanted to try out. Hypnotism, through 'Subliminal Message Transference'. The whole idea was that I could suggest things to a person deeply enough that they would obey my instructions implicitly, all at the use of a trigger word that I'd implant into their subconscious mind.

The twins seemed to be the perfect opportunity for me to try out my little 'experiment'. During some free time at the studio I began to hatch my little plot. Firstly I recorded my voice in a smooth baritone, gently laying the instruction that whomsoever was listening to the music on this tape would love it so much that the subject, would need to have a copy of their own. I continued to lie this deeply into their minds, changing the way that they were told but always imprinting the same message. Next I lay some very catchy trance music over the top of my voice so that only the music could be heard by the conscious mind. The message however would, I hoped bury itself deeply into their subconscious. I repeated the process using the same music but this time, the subliminal messaging was far more explicit. It instructed the listener to obey my voice whenever I used a trigger word. I made several copies of each and returned home, ready to try out my plan of action.

I'd already invited the twins over that evening for a home cooked meal and drinks. They knew that I'd been mixing some music tapes and I'd told them that I'd appreciate their input and critique. They arrived promptly at eight and I played the first tape immediately as background music, knowing that the longer they listened, the more likely it would be that the subliminal messaging would take effect.

After dinner, I poured us all some drinks and played the tape again but louder, asking them both to listen carefully and make any comments afterwards.

The first tape worked wonderfully and both girls asked me if they could have copies to take with them. I agreed readily, handing them both the second tapes with the order to obey me subliminally working on them.

They left about midnight, promising to return for another evening of drinks and cards the following week. I knew that they'd be listening to the tapes throughout the week that followed and hoped intently that my trigger would work the next time that we all met.

The next weekend.

True to their word, the girls returned the following Saturday evening and we chatted inanely about all and nothing. The trigger word that I'd implanted was 'Poker' and sure enough, as soon as I suggested we play it, they both seemed to get a far away look in their eyes.

Even Hotter Bubbles

peppercorn — Tue, 1 Dec 2009 19:22:48

Tomorrow was Amber�s birthday, and she really loved the cake I had made for my birthday. The problem was, she didn�t really know that much about baking and wanted some help. So, of course, I invited her over, offering to bake the special cake, with her helping me.

When Amber arrived, we went right to the kitchen to get started. I poured the sugar into the bowl with the softened butter and showed her my technique for creaming them together. Giving her a try, I watched as she patiently applied firm pressure with the back of the spoon, blending them together into a smooth, yellow fluffiness. I reached in with my finger, scooping up a tiny bit, and inserted it into Amber�s mouth. She smiled as I slowly pulled my finger past her lips.

�Mmmm, sweet,� Amber commented.

�Do you think it tastes fully blended?� I asked.

�Uh huh. Perfectly mixed,� she replied, licking her tempting lips.

�Then you did it correctly,� I said, with a mocking, teacher-like tone. Next I separated six eggs and showed her how I added yolks, one at a time, to the creamed mixture as I sent them through the mixer. I had her hand-grate the peel off a lemon, and watched her as her luscious breasts jiggled with the movements of her hands. She noticed me watching, and really began to put some energy into the grating, making me laugh.

I couldn�t help thinking about Amber�s sexy body and the last time we had shared each other. Even though I was happily married, and Amber was dating on and off, she and I got together as friends from time to time, and we explored our sexuality and close feelings of friendship. Right now, I realized it wasn�t just the oven that was making me sweat, so I tried to regain my concentration, if only for a few minutes.

We added the lemon and some vanilla to the batter and then added the pre-sifted dry ingredients I had placed nearby. I showed her how I used the wire whisk to beat the egg whites to foamy stiff peaks, my hand wrapped around the handle firmly, lifting and shaking, faster and faster. It took a bit of time and she watched me intently.

�Oh, Corinne,� Amber exclaimed, �so that�s how you learned to give Billy such pleasure.� We both giggled and I showed her how to fold the egg whites into the batter with the spatula. We poured the ribbons of silken batter into the Bundt pan and placed it in the oven to bake.

Knowing we had an hour before the cake would be finished, I walked over to Amber from behind and lifted up her hair. My questioning lips found the back of her neck as she softly moaned. I drizzled more kisses all around and down to her shoulder, as I felt her wriggle into my mouth, begging for more. My fingers began to unbutton her shirt from behind, as I nibbled on her ear and whispered softly, let�s lay down. I took off her shirt and she lifted mine up over the fullness of my breasts. Her mouth found my nipple and began to suck, gently squeezing the emotions up from my throbbing clit. We each removed the rest of the other�s clothing. My hands slid over her downy back and rediscovered the rounded curves of her petite rear end. My fingertips slid in between, stroking her sensitive crevice as my tongue traced a path down her tummy.

Her swaying hips told me of her increasing anticipation.

More Hot Bubbles and Steamy Seasoning

peppercorn — Tue, 1 Dec 2009 19:15:12

Corinne grabbed the smooth, rounded bar of French-milled, gardenia-scented soap, bringing it close to her nose. She inhaled its wonderful fragrance and sighed. Baths were always so enjoyable! Turning the soap on its edge, she began to rub it across her wet, waiting nipples. Round and round she teased, enjoying how it made her so stiff and swollen below. She dropped the bar and began caressing and kneading her breasts, eliciting the exact responses she wanted. Nipples, tight and extended now, pointed their way to the sensations she was craving. This was going to be tremendous!

She closed her eyes, remembering the previous evening of fun she had had with her husband, Billy, and her luscious and willing friend, Amber. What a wonderful pre-birthday treat that had been! She had arranged for Amber to join them at a key moment in their lovemaking � sort of a present for both of them. Billy hadn�t even had a clue! All three of their hot bodies in loving embrace was more exciting than Corinne had imagined it would be. Their sizzling encounter had accentuated all of their orgasms that night.

Corinne was amazed that just by thinking of it she could feel herself becoming wetter below than the water around her. Her hands, once again, found their way to her softened breasts and began to pinch and twirl the tips.

She slowly began her quest for relief, inching bit by bit down into the water, her clit straining upwards to meet her long fingers.

Suddenly a loud thud came from downstairs, making her jump, her hips rising out of the bath water. �Shit � what was that?� she thought, �Probably just something fell over.� Since all became quiet again, her thoughts returned to the task at hand. As she felt her tender vaginal folds peeking out from the warm, sudsy tub, it dawned on her that the water had fingers of its own. She lifted her mound out of the water once more, feeling an incredible sensation of velvety waves lapping gently at her lips. This was getting interesting. The water�s edge caressed her sensitive skin ever so seductively. Even the �blurpp� noise the water made as she re-entered had a sensual quality to it. She tried it a few more times � then a few more, for good measure. Her intrigued mind began to search for even more imaginative and playful ideas.

Then it came to her. She raised herself up and got down on all fours in the tub, facing the faucet. Looking into the shiny stainless steel overflow plate, she saw her naked reflection staring back. �Holy cow, don�t you look just like a mermaid,� she thought, admiring her long, shiny, dripping hair and bare body. In this position, her ass was mostly out of the water. She slowly lowered her backside into the warm soapy depths. Then she raised it once more. �This feels so wonderful,� she told herself � even better than she thought it would be. The waves of bath water began a soft, steady teasing of her entire bottom as she raised and lowered herself into the wetness. She could feel it, like a warm tongue, from the crack of her ass to the front of her clit � over and over. This was becoming so arousing for her she decided to continue her playtime in the bedroom.

Corinne climbed out of the tub and threw a clean tee shirt over her wet body, admiring in the mirror how her dark nipples showed through the damp fabric.

A very welcome guest, Part 3

greedyandneedy — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:08:30

As the night fell, and the evening drew to its close, the three of us found our regular rhythm of sitting on the terrace and chatting, over food and drink. Real friendship was growing between Cristina and my wife, Lucy. As I watched them talking, watching Lucy�s mouth as she smiled between her words, watching Cristina�s eyes sparkle and dance as she listened with genuine interest to Lucy�s every word, I wondered just how we had got here� how did Cristina create her power, this hold that she has over me? When we are together, I feel confident, brave and strong. She doesn�t let me worry or feel scared by the risks we take. But then when I come back to myself, it all returns. The guilt, the anxiety and the nerves. But watching Cristina talking now with Lucy, I�ve never seen her act more natural, more relaxed. How does she do it? She has us both wrapped around her little finger.
We all knew that Monday morning was just around the corner. An early start for us all, and most importantly, Cristina�s first day of her new job. I had figured that I would not hear from Cristina tonight. We both needed to relax and recover from the excitement of the weekend, and Cristina had told us both how important this job was to her. She had crossed the Atlantic for this opportunity, it wouldn�t make sense for her to turn up tired on her first day just because she couldn�t leave her new man-toy alone for the night.

A glass of wine turned into a second glass of wine, but where on any other night, that may have turned into a second bottle, or perhaps some spirits instead, we all kind of felt it safest to break off for the night and slowly we each set off up towards our beds. Cristina stood up, giving my wife a friendly peck on the cheek and me a soft smile. �I�ll see you guys in the morning. Lucy, are you still ok to give me a ride in the morning? Save taking two cars, and I�m still not sure of the way�

�Oh, yeah, of course. No probs Cris.�

�Thanks. Good night.�

�Good night sweetheart.� I couldn�t help but raise an eyebrow. Terms of endearment like that are saved for very close friends with my wife� they were getting close. I smiled to myself at the idea. I�m willing to accept that my imagination is completely predictable, but the thought of them being close made me feel safer, more confident. Of course, I also harboured the same perverted thoughts as just about any many would at seeing his mistress kissing his wife, even if just on the cheek.

Brushing teeth, washing faces and the general bathroom rituals all took place and I had hoped to head off down the hall quickly and at least say a proper good night to Cristina, but it wasn�t to be� my wife kept me in the room, talking about tomorrow, what time I�d be home, groceries to pick up, blah blah blah� We ended up both crawling into bed from our separate sides, having a quick cuddle, a short little kiss for the sake of good manners and flicked the lights out, rolling apart and slowly falling asleep. I had a quick last little thought for Cristina. Our relationship had started 72 hours ago, almost exactly, as we had stripped and fucked in the room just down the hall, as my wife slept drunk on the terrace.

Tutoring

Licorice Lips — Tue, 8 Sep 2009 00:46:36

...Alley stroked his hard member, and watched it harden even more... Mr. Roberts' groans encouraged her to further explore. One hand was stroking, while the other hand really was exploring, near his sac. Upon reaching his balls, she felt his hand push her long hair behind her ear then lift her chin so he could see her face.

Alley," he gasped. "Alley... I... I... "

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

She slammed her hand down on the annoying alarm clock, shutting it off, and cursed it in her head. He was just about to tell her something!

She sighed as she got out of bed and started her morning routine. She couldn't wait for tonight so she could have the dream again. For months she had been dreaming the same few dreams every night. Sometimes it would be about her science teacher Mr. Roberts taking her in his classroom. Sometimes it would be about him taking her home and having her in his room. The night before, she dreamed he was taking her home with him, but couldn't wait, and pulled over to the side of the road and started eating her pussy right there in the car. But she woke up right before the orgasm! Last night she dreamed they were in school, and he made her stay after for not paying attention in class...

This Wednesday afternoon she strolled into his class before anybody else, in time to see him grading the tests they took yesterday. She slowed her pace while watching the way his strong arms moved as he stretched... the way his piercing green eyes bore into hers... the way his kissable lips curved up on one side... the way she was getting turned on again.

She finally realized she had stopped dead in her tracks at the front of the room, just staring at him. Feeling her face burn, Alley scampered off to her seat.

"Good afternoon, Miss Harper," he said easily, with a knowing little smile.

Alley cleared her throat and smiled nervously. "Good afternoon, Mr. Roberts."

He stared at her for a minute, before standing up and walking toward her with her test. As he approached her desk, she couldn't help but picture him shirtless, and her sitting on her desk with her legs open... his pants undone, and his cock ready...

It took her a second to realize he was talking to her, and she refocused her attention on her grade. Her test was laying on her desk marked with a C.

"...so I'm thinking you should stay after school for a few days for some tutoring. Would you be able to do that?"

"Um, sure, yeah," Alley stumbled over her words, feeling hot under his stare. After school tutoring with Mr. Roberts!

All period she thought about it. She probably should've been paying attention to Mr. Roberts teaching, but she couldn't stop wondering about what would happen later... Would it start out as tutoring and lead up to sex? Or would they straight out just go for it? Maybe he would pretend she was getting trouble and ask her to make it up by doing some sexual favor. She could just see it now...

Unfortunately, the bell rang before she could finish her fantasy. Alley stayed where she was while the others ran out, happy to be done for the day. She folded her hands and watched Mr. Roberts walk so handsomely toward her.

The Very Welcome Guest Part 2

greedyandneedy — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 09:24:02

All night, my mind whirred. The rush and excitement of the evening, the new reality that I was faced with pre-occupied my mind, keeping me from sleeping� just a few short hours ago, I had fucked Cristina, the woman living with us� The beautiful, sexy, fragile American who I had promised to look after and help. As my wife had been asleep, with a head full of alcohol, the final jigsaw piece to the puzzle of our adulterous relationship had been very firmly and deeply put into place.

I felt guilt, I felt shame and a little disgust at myself� but there was no denying I also felt excited. I felt alive and as I lay on my back thinking about the prospect of this new liaison, a hardness growing in my groin, lifting up the bedsheets as I pondered the presence of my wife and my mistress living together under the same roof for the next few weeks.

How in the hell had I got here? None of it seemed to add up; the gorgeous guest from Manhattan who just lands at our home, my immediate attraction and some heavy drinking leading to our first almost accidental kiss� 48 hours of cheeky strokes kisses and secret moments... all of that had seemed so easy, so painless. Then last night, finally, we had done it. And as I lay there, at that very same moment in a room just two doors down the corridor, Cristina was lying, maybe sleeping, in the bed where only a short time before, our bodies were entwined as she had taken me inside her for the first time.

Sleeping was out of the question, and soon stupidity got the best of me. I got up, naked, throwing on a robe and stepped out into the corridor. As I shut the door behind me, I felt doubt suddenly grip me. Was I crazy? Was I really going to leave my wife sleeping in her bed, and go and join Cristina now, at some crazy hour of the early morning? I lost my nerve, but didn�t renounce completely, and went to the bathroom instead, for a moment�s reflection. I stared at myself in the mirror, and like an alcoholic staring at a whiskey bottle, told myself I should just do the right thing and go back to bed. I also knew with near certainty that I was not going to do so. I stepped back out into and began to walk the length of the corridor� passing slowly by Cristina�s door. I heard no movement, and saw no light creeping around the door, so I set off slowly back towards my door. I tried to congratulate myself, tell myself I was doing the right thing, going back to bed. I knew fully well it was only because she had been asleep. There was little point trying to convince myself I was being a gentleman here� As my hand touched the handle of my door, I heard Cristina�s door open gently.

I don�t know why, but I panicked, a little confused and quickly stepped out of sight, into my own doorway. Cristina stepped out of her room and slowly shuffled down the hallway towards my room. She stopped in front of the door to the bathroom, and that�s when we really saw each other. She was wearing a large men�s shirt, which I assumed she used as a night shirt. Pale blue, with faint white stripes. It covered her down to about mid-thigh level.

More Mutual Pleasures of A Dirty Girl

angiewalkerblue — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 09:22:01

It had been three days since he had last seen Sonya. It wasn�t that unusual to miss one another for that length of time; they both led busy lives, but in the circumstances he did wonder if she had been avoiding him. Perhaps she was embarrassed about their encounter. Terry decided to take the bull by the horns and pay her a visit.

She answered quite quickly when he knocked on her door that evening but she did look away shyly when he smiled at her. �Everything okay?� He asked her.

�Yes, fine.� She told him. �Just been busy with my studies.�

�Yes it must hard going at times.� He replied. �All the more reason though to take time out now and again.

She managed a smile as she moved away from the door to let him enter. He glanced down at the bed and for a moment imagined himself lying next to her in there, feeling her nakedness against him. In the corner of the room was a desk and chair; the table had a laptop on it and a pile of books. Sonya sat down on the chair.

�So what are you studying then?� He asked trying to get a conversation going.

�Economics.� She responded.

�Bloody hell that sounds hard going.� He laughed.

She smiled back at him. �It is but I do like it.� She smiled back.

She was beginning to open up to him now but he suddenly noticed her grimace as she turned to look at the books on the desk. �Anything the matter?� He asked.

�It�s nothing.� She told him. �My shoulders are a bit sore.�

Within moments he was behind her. �All that stooping over books.� He told her as he spun her round on her swivel chair and gripped her shoulder blades.

Before she could object his thumbs were digging into her shoulder muscles. It was almost as if he had a healing touch as she suddenly sighed. �Oooooh just there.� She said. �That�s where it is painful.�

He rubbed again. �Yes I can feel the knots of tension there.� He told her.

Through the thin material of her tight top he massaged her shoulder blades, taking his time to knead the knots of flesh and loosen them. He could feel her relaxing and unwinding and her breath getting slower and slower. �Do you think about the other night?� He asked her quietly.

�Yes.� She replied quietly.

�Thought you might have come back for more?�

Sonya didn�t respond.

�Feel a little embarrassed about it?�

She never responded but her breathing increased telling all that he needed to know.

�Nothing to be ashamed about.� He told her. �You have needs.�

�I know.� She said quietly. �It�s just��just that you are old enough to be my father.�

�Yes and experienced enough to give you pleasures that a young man can�t give you.� He responded.

Sonya gave no response but as he looked over her shoulders at her breasts he could see her nipples very erect. His fingers automatically reached down for them. She gasped as his fingers folded around them and squeezed them through her top. Terry remembered from their earlier encounter how she had enjoyed them being squeezed tightly. Sonya showed her approval with a sigh.

The Gathering Part One: Shy's Retreat

Mangus — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 12:27:35

A stunning brunette walked through the airport, turning heads with every seductive step. Finally she reached the airport bar, dropped her bag beside a table and removed her black waist length jacket laying it on the back of a chair. Just as she got settled a waitress came by and took her order. She crossed her legs and leaned back slightly in her chair. If you looked close you could tell that she needed a little vacation,.not a long one just enough to take the edge off. Through her hazel eyes, behind the lavender lense of the sunglasses, she scanned the bar watching the half smiles, winks, and inviting nods while, she nervously played with her necklace.

She pulled her purple cardigan close covering an old "I survived Dover AFB" t-shirt and began recalling the last time she had been on vacation. She had finally met a longtime online friend and they had very interesting and fun filled trip that was entirely too short. The waitress returned with her order and she sipped her Seven and Seven. She looked at her watch and saw that she only had few minutes left to catch her next flight. Excited and anxious she couldn't wait, she was one flight away from her Aunt Ruby northern California retreat. Her aunt was a free spirit, fun loving, and hyper sexy woman in her mid sixties.

"May have your attention�.May have your attention Please!!!!" Authoritative voice barked over the airport intercom.

"All flights are canceled due to severe weather�"If you have any further questions about rescheduling please consult your airline personnel�thank you for using O'Hare airport." The heartless droning voice finished.

The brunette sat shocked, couldn't believe what she was hearing. Before she could really react her phone began to ring.

"Hello." She said, as she answered without regard to who was calling

"Shy, it's Aunt Ruby." the voice with calming warmth said.

"Hey, Auntie!!" Shy hoped her eager cry would cover the disappointment at the canceled flights.

"What's wrong honey, you sound a little down?" Ruby wasn't one to pussy-foot around. She wanted to know what was up with her niece and she wasn't going to be steam rolled into believing everything was fine.

"They just canceled all the flights, Aunt Ruby!" Shy replied with sadness at being delayed a reunion with her favorite relative. Ruby never asked questions the needed answering. Ruby always told Shy to be herself, life was happier that way. Life was hard enough without adding any pretense, so just enjoy it the best you can. Shy admired and respected these qualities in Ruby deeply.

Ruby suspected as much from watching the weather channel. She was glad she took precautions in case this happened. That was the thing about Ruby, she always thought ahead. "Just go to the front and take a taxi to Hyatt Regency. Everything's already taken care of." Ruby instructed.

"Really, Auntie?" Shy laughed. How like her aunt to understand her needs before she understood them herself.

"Yes it is, Hon." Ruby so wanted to take the stress away from her niece. The only way she knew how to do that was get her out here and make her relax. "The whole top floor is yours."

Ruby thought of something just before she was going to say goodbye. "Don't you have a friend somewhere out there?"

"Yes, I do," A devilish smile came across Shy's face. The image of her tongue gliding across the rigidness of her friend's nipple caused a warm tingle down below.

The Mutual Pleasures of A Dirty Little Girl

angiewalkerblue — Thu, 2 Apr 2009 13:26:42

She watched him. Through the reflection in his wardrobe mirror she could see him lying there on top of his bed; naked; his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. He had left his bedroom door slightly ajar and as she passed on the landing she could hear his moans; curiosity had made her stop and it was then that she saw his reflection. Sonya had never seen a man masturbating before.

She knew she should have walked on to her own room; she didn�t like him anyway, but she just couldn�t help watching. His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as his hand strokes got faster and faster. Sonya�s eyes were glued to the mirror watching him bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his moans. The whole scene was so erotic and she could sense her own excitement; sense that tingling between her own thighs and felt her breathing getting heavier and heavier. She could even feel a sense of sexual attraction towards him; which was strange because they did not get on at all.

Suddenly he gave a loud groan and his body started to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his semen shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The quantity shocked her; amazed her even. His belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun with semen; it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay there still but breathing heavy she decided to move away and turned around. Her footstep caught a creaking board though and she knew that his attention had been drawn to the door.

It was an hour later when he came into the kitchen; a large room equipped for the three tenants to share. Each had their own bedroom but the lounge and kitchen were shared. �You could have afforded me privacy�. He told her, as she stirred her coffee.

Sonya mouthed an �I�m sorry� to him, which was out of character for her. She rarely apologised for anything but this time she felt guilty and embarrassed. She knew she was in the wrong; unlike the last time when they had exchanged words after he had accused her of taking his milk. That time she had given as good as she got; she had already had enough from a domineering father, making her leave home, and she was not going take it again from another older male.

�I would have afforded you privacy if I had seen you with your vibrator.� He told her.

�How do you know I have a vibrator?� She snapped.

He smiled. �Because you have just told me!�

Sonya grabbed her coffee and stormed angrily out of the kitchen to her bedroom.

It was a couple of hours later when they found themselves in the kitchen alone again. �I am sorry for earlier.� He told her.

�It�s okay.� She told him. �It was my fault in the first place.�

�Well let�s put it all behind us and be friends then.� He said as he held out his hand.

She shook it. She was beginning to warm to Terry now. She knew little about him, other than that he was separated from his wife and in his forties. He had moved into the block of flats four weeks ago, a week after she had moved in.

Welcome to the Real Dark Side - Chapter 6

BeWytched — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 19:48:05

She thought of her bedroom and suddenly she was there showered and changed into fresh clothing and then again returned to the night club in search of more. There she was a blonde sitting at a table with a man with dark hair and a big smile. He was stroking her hair and together they were scanning the club for a woman to take home to enjoy for the night. She watched as her hand slid to his cock in his jeans and she caressed him lightly.

She directed them to look at her and they did and instantly felt the need to be with this woman. He waved at her and invited her over. �Hey I'm Richard and this is my girl Lindy. What's you're name?�

�My name is Wendoline. What brings you out tonight?� She asked. �Working all week and just want to cut loose for the weekend you know. And you?� �Looking for playmates.� She whispered.

The couple exchanged a knowing glance and then she said, �We want to play. Do you want to play with us?� Wendoline took her hand and then his and said, �Your place or mine?� They responded in unison �Ours.� And together they left the night club.

The key slid into the door and the lock turned easily. The door opened and Lindy flipped the switch so her room was filled with light. She took Wendoline's hand and pulled her inside. Richard followed closely behind barely able to keep his hands from touching her soft, round ass.

The door barely had time to close when Lindy's lips kissed Wendoline's. Like a magnet she drew them both in and they were helpless. The hands and lips touched and kissed every part of their bodies and they were all at once a single entity. They were not seperate but united in sin.

Clothes fell to the floor and their bodies melted together next to the mess. Hands caressed breasts, ass, pussy, cock, thigh, shoulder, lips, neck and anywhere in between. Their skin was electrified and Richard and Lindy felt themselves slip away to a land which they would never return.

She bit into Lindy first while Richard watched helplessly in a blood lust trance. She swallowed and swallowed and then she looked into Lindy's eyes and saw a life filled with a desire to be more than she was but never knowing how. She saw a woman with desires and a strong need to survive and then she let her go. Her pulse although slow, beat through her skin on her neck and then stopped. Suddenly Lindy took a breath in as she greeted her new life.

Weak, she sat on the floor and watched as now Wendoline took Richard and drank and drank. Wendoline looked deeply into Richard's eye's and saw a man who gave way too much of himself and was always under appreciated. This caring man had been looking for love for so long and had found that with Lindy.

Welcome to the Real Dark Side - Chapter 5

BeWytched — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 18:50:56

The daylight came and then turned once more into the night and she awoke as he entered her pussy with his hard cock and she shuddered. The head of his cock slid in and out of her pussy and she could feel every stroke and when she opened her eyes she came for the first time. She could feel her pussy gripping his cock and her cum dripping down her ass.

Faster and faster he pumped his cock into her. He bit down on her nipples and she cried out in pain but the pleasure was much too intense. She ground her hips into his cock wanting to feel every inch of it. Her clit rubbed against his skin and she moaned loudly as she came for the second time.

Faster, harder, deeper he fucked her until she felt a darkness begin to fall over her soul and her body start to drift away in some euphoric bliss. He pulled his cock out and stroked it fast while she lay watching and waiting for the prize to come and then a steady stream of cum shot out of his cock and covered her body. When he was done he kissed her lips and then they arose to start the night.

Another cool, damp night after a fresh rain and they roamed the streets in search of a victim. She hungered for blood. She could feel her very body becoming weaker and it burned. She knew tonight would have to be her night and that she must kill to take away this pain.

The night club was packed with people and the music pounding from the speakers kept steady beat with the hearts of those dancing to the songs. Men and women, gay and straight crowded the floor and bodies intermingled and writhed on the floor in a heavy trance.

The smell of sweat mixed with that of blood and alcohol filled the room and her hunger deepened. There in the corner next to the bar stood a man with a drink and a wedding ring on his hand. This would be her victim. She could tell that he deserved to die and she would enjoy the feeling of her teeth as they sunk deep into his neck.

She walked up to him and brushed her body against his and whispered, �Wayne you are a bad boy and you need to be punished.� He looked at her puzzled and wondered how this stranger knew his name. Although he had been out many times and had been with many different women he was sure he had never met this one. Her ebony hair alone would have been unforgettable.

Wayne looked at her for a moment longer and said, �I have been naughty but I must know who is to be my punisher. What is your name angel?� She spoke in her silken voice, �I am Wendoline lover boy and you will obey me and ask no questions.� The look in her eyes said it all.

Like a moth to a flame he was drawn. She took him by the hand and led him to the centre of the dance floor and began to grind. His body flowed rhythmically to hers and he felt as though he had just taken a strong drug. He melted into her until there was no one but the two of them dancing. The music entranced them and he drifted.

She looked deeply into his eyes seeing all that he was and knowing that this one would be very enjoyable to kill slowly and painfully. She saw the man he was and his family who cried for their husband and father. A man who was cold and had an inner turmoil. A man who did the unthinkable and felt no remorse. An anger burned inside her and she knew it was time.

Ch. 2. The Erotic Adventures Of Erica Hunt.

Umbriel — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:43:36

Eight o'clock that evening found me back at what's-his-name's apartment door. I made a mental note to ask him what his name was. Now I'd fucked him it was high time we were introduced. I was dressed in the elbow-length black leather gloves and matching thigh-high boots he'd bought me. Well, the ones he'd paid for, anyway. I had added a purchase of my own. A black leather choker that set off my flaming red hair and brought out the emerald of my eyes. My trench-coat was just loosely tied at the waist with its belt. I knew the difficulty he had with things like buttons, zippers, - simple human speech. Underneath I was naked. Naked as a, well, - as the sexy Dominatrix I was pretending to be. I raised my hand to knock when the door swung in before me, replaced by my hero's pouting face. I pretended not to notice and rapped my knuckles three times on his forehead.

"Anybody home?", I called out. Then I noticed his right eye. It was purple and swollen. "Jesus, Tiger, didn't anybody ever tell you you're supposed to open a door beFORE you walk through it?"

"That lady punched me", he whined, "in the elevator. The one you told I attacked you."

Secretly I was a little shocked. Who knew she'd believe me? I forgot that, given the choice between reason, between doubt, between thoughtful questioning and self-serving lies, people will choose the lie each time. I mean, look at how they vote. Usually.

"Still, it's worth it for an hour or two with these puppies, ain't it, Tiger?", and with that I un-tied my trench-coat and opened it with both hands, wide.

He gulped. He looked me up and down with his one good eye. I could feel his excitement as he took in my ample breasts, my flat stomach, luscious thighs and bushy pussy mound.

"No", he muttered softly.

"No?", I sputtered, shocked again, "Why not?"

"Because you're mean", he said so softly I could barely hear.

"Mean?", I said sarcastically, "I see, you were expecting one of those compliant, soft, subMISSive Dominatrixes when you called the agency, is that it?" Nothing. "You really ARE a masochist, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?', he asked me, sulkily.

"Well, - you'd give up another ride on the Erica-Go-Round", at which I shook my breasts and thrust my crotch towards him, "for a chance to, what, - chastise me?" I was getting tired of all this idiotic banter. I let my coat slide off my arms and fall to the hallway floor. The toys in my pockets made a soft thud as they landed on the carpet. I looked up and down the hallway then called out: "Rape!", loudly enough to elicit a response from any normal human being.

Welcome To The Real Dark Side - Chapter 4

BeWytched — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:35:01

Together they walked out of the darkness into the dawn of a moonlit night full of day walkers who lived their lives never knowing that death was only a step away. The wet streets glistened and echoed their footsteps as they walked through the alley to the busy street.

The cool December air in Seattle made her skin feel so very alive. Her nipples ached with every step. Her soaked pussy rubbed on her jeans. She could feel every pore in her body and she ached for what was to come.

Passing a nightclub with trance like music pounding through the walls, a restaurant with patrons just outside enjoying the last bits of a bad cigarette and a night market they walked on. He walked with conviction as if he knew exactly where he was going to take her for her first kill. Then she saw their destination. A stone church over 100 years old, steeple reaching into the ethereal sky through the low lying clouds. The moon shining above as if to highlight our way.

As any person has heard, vampires cannot do certain things like go inside sanctified grounds and a church is highly sanctified. The stories said that if a vampire enters holy ground they will burn an agonizing death screaming and writing in pain only a demon could release it. He walked up the stone stairs and grabbed onto the brass door handle and pulled it open. She hesitated but he pulled her inside. No burning pain. No screams. Churches were supposed to be the home of God but God was not home today.

She walked the aisle alone until she found a pew to sit in. She bowed her head as if in prayer and deep thought so any others sinners may not think there was something different. No one would believe that a vampire was sitting right there in their own church. This was the perfect place for her first kill.

Chris walked through the doors and as his six foot, athletic frame walked by she noticed all at once the inviting chocolate brown hair begging for fingers to slide through. He noticed she was staring at him and he looked right into her eyes. His eyes matched his hair and she dove into them. He came closer and she pulled her eyes away from his and pretened to repent. Chris sat nest to her in the pew and got on his knee's to pray.

Wendoline slid closer to Chris until their thighs were touching. She reached her hand down and touched his thigh and then when he didn't move she slid it further and found a hard waiting cock in his tight jeans. She smiled a devilish smile and stroked his cock right there in the pew in that church.

She took his right hand, put it to her ass and gently rubbed. He was beginning to moan and she knew it was time to take it to the next level. She looked quickly at James who sat in the last pew at the back of the church and he pointed towards two small connected rooms. She led Chris to the small confessional, opened the door and entered.