Erotica - Page 73

My hand etched over the page, shaping and forming a masculine male face. His strong set jaw bone and weathered face indicating a mature, well travelled man. I looked up from my easel and Mr. Miller, our art teacher at the local college, was seated in the centre of the room

Long months of frustration followed with my mother refusing to couple with me again for what seemed like a year or so. Until one day, she again brought her needs to my attention through hints she used during phone conversations

I got to her house earlier than usual. It was 1 in the afternoon the sun burning bright in the sky. She wouldn't be out till 3:30, but I didn't mind waiting at her porch. I had a book I was reading anyway. About 5 minutes into my book I heard the gate open

“Just relax, Love. You’ll enjoy this”, she whispers to him before she blindfolds his blue eyes. She secures his wrists behind the chair he sits upon with metal handcuffs and skirts some lightly scented massage oil onto her palm

She stands an oddity in the corner of the gallery, Blue feathers in the mask over her face, Peering out with eyes as equally as blue. Is there pleading there? The eyes search the faces of all walking through the gallery, Some laugh at her as others lust for her

My Secret Life VOLUME-1

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 18 SEX IN SHIMLA We planned a holiday in Shimla and have arranged a bungalow there on rent for our stay. We were very happy to be there for spending a lovely and sexy time together in beautiful cold weather in Shimla

It might have started out light, but It hadn’t taken long at all before their kissing had developed into something more

Jake and I were sitting by the reservoir, passing a bottle of rum back and forth. I watched his Adam’s apple rise in his sinewed neck as he took a swallow. Jake had been working out and I couldn’t help but notice and admire how ripped he’d become

Rick was stretched out on the sofa, glass of wine in hand with one of the local radio stations playing in the background

A short, Erotic story, by James Burns. Just Friends. She awoke to explosions and light flashing into the room. There were fireworks just outside the window, signalling in the New Year. She looked to the clock and sure enough it read 00:02

I was relatively horny one evening when I got home from work. I had no idea why I was so horny, and why I had precum on my cock head. I hadn't even touched myself. Luckily for me, my parents and brother weren't going to be home for a few hours, or at least that is what I thought

Sunday I spent most of my day at home alone trying to remember anything I could about Friday night. I knew from my sister and my mother I had came home drunk so drunk I slept most of Saturday away. But how did that happen Friday and how could I remember so little

We lie there in bed, the musk of sex and sweat filled the room. My body to hers, my cousin Nora. Yes, we fucked in the high heat of passion, but don't judge me just yet. To start this story we have to go a ways back. For a little framework, I was born to an already broken marriage

My Live-in Maid - Indian widow's new life abroad