Erotic Fantascenes

[agedmac]

bumping

hoping my last post didn't make me a thread killer!

 

[whambam]

http://www.photorox.com/images/kimi81/85511825full983300fa0629ca160b3e4e5265476ff6.jpg

Here's my story inspired by the picture -- great idea agedmac, just took a little while for inspiration to strike!

Too. Damn. Hot.

The atmosphere inside had been electric, oppressive, overheating. She'd had to come outside, grab a smoke, rest her back up against the cool wall, try to work out if she was going to do what she thought she was going to do.

She looks down, admiring her legs in that short skirt, the strappy shoes setting it off perfectly. Remembers the effect the skirt had had in there when she'd twirled, the hem lifting to show -- she's still faintly shocked herself at this -- she's not wearing anything underneath.

But then, she thinks, dragging hard on the cigarette, what's that compared to what she's going to do now if she goes back inside? She could just walk away, cool down, calm down. But then she thinks of inside again, and a tremor slides down her spine, up her legs, right to that place where she is now very, very wet. She can't just walk away.

She knows now she has to act. She drops the cigarette, grinds it out under the heel of her shoe, and turns back to the door. She steps quickly inside, her eyes acclimatising to the darkness inside. The heat builds again as the door closes, the electricity racing through her.

"Hi guys. I'm back. And now I want all three of you inside me," she says.

 

[myasianwife69]

Here's my story inspired by the picture -- great idea agedmac, just took a little while for inspiration to strike!

Too. Damn. Hot.

The atmosphere inside had been electric, oppressive, overheating. She'd had to come outside, grab a smoke, rest her back up against the cool wall, try to work out if she was going to do what she thought she was going to do.

She looks down, admiring her legs in that short skirt, the strappy shoes setting it off perfectly. Remembers the effect the skirt had had in there when she'd twirled, the hem lifting to show -- she's still faintly shocked herself at this -- she's not wearing anything underneath.

But then, she thinks, dragging hard on the cigarette, what's that compared to what she's going to do now if she goes back inside? She could just walk away, cool down, calm down. But then she thinks of inside again, and a tremor slides down her spine, up her legs, right to that place where she is now very, very wet. She can't just walk away.

She knows now she has to act. She drops the cigarette, grinds it out under the heel of her shoe, and turns back to the door. She steps quickly inside, her eyes acclimatising to the darkness inside. The heat builds again as the door closes, the electricity racing through her.

"Hi guys. I'm back. And now I want all three of you inside me," she says.

(mind if I participate? I"m a married asian mother blessed with the ability to reach orgasms readily and intensely.. my thread is asian milf..true stories... can't remember the full title, it was my loving hub's intiative - I just took over ever since Sue)

All three? my goodness I can't believe I just said that! Yes, my mind and pussy were screaming to be devored by these three men, just as they were clearly shouting at me with their eyes as they burned right through my skirt.

Oh god my pussy was tingling. I had crossed that line. I had vocalized what my mind had perpetually played over and over all those times I found myself daydreaming or before/during/after making love to my husband. Even though he always talked about me with others, I never thought I would.

I felt my hot shaved lips cooled by my juices that broke through the inner wall. My heart was beating like a drum pushing all thoughts of moral reason out of my mind. I stood there with my feet shoulder width apart my hands on my hips as I slowly swayed side to side. My eyes locking on each of them, capturing that moment to sear into my mind. The look of pure raw lust in their eyes, the bobbing of their adam's apple seem to put me in a trance.

This couldn't be that mother who drives to soccer games or helps out in the bake sales. Here I was about to strip in front of three virile strangers and they all WANTED me. My god I was getting hotter and bolder with each passing second. Finally, my inner desires are being played out. The power I hold over these men from just my looks, my movement and my attitude.

My hands slowly ride up my sides lifting my top exposing my stomach and to the bottom of my braless breasts - all perky firm 32Bs.. my nipples straining against the top aching to be pulled, pinched, nibbled and sucked on. My legs part wider causing my lips to part and spread like a rose petal.

There is no music and yet in my mind I am swaying to the sounds of a night club as I slowly turn to them and teasingly lift my top up and over my head causing my long flowing black hair to cascade over my face and shoulders.

I turn boldly licking my lips as I lean forward and cup my breasts squeezing them. My eyes slowly close in unison as for a brief moment my mind transport me to that strip club where I'm the center of attention.

 

[RyanBlack]

I was talking to someone who told me their wife had given them a list of "10 things I love about your cock" in a note slipped into a pocket to be discovered later. I thought about how I would have responded to such a find and this is what I came up with.

I know it isnt the same thing as a story, but well---here it is. Special thanks for the story idea to a friend who prefers not to be named.





You make me want you by writing things like this about you even if you don’t know it—it is that your way of teasing even when it is just looking at you getting out of the shower—I watched you this morning you know. And it made me think of 10 things I love about your cock.

10. the feel against my ass and back
9. Rubbing my thumb over the tip, feels velvety smooth and hard at the same
time
8. against my clit same reasons as number 9
7. between my breasts when i can lick the tip
6. the feel of the tp in my mouth
5. licking teasiningly from bottom to top then #6
4. the tip just inside me--teasing making me want more
3. the tip against my ass--teasing making me want more
2. the feel of yu deep inside me
1. feeling you cum deep inside me



Well you are probably up to your elbows in work. hope all is going
well and really do wish i was there--mostly because i miss you and secondly i
cant stop thinking about you today

This is what I am thinking about well it is at this moment but you know me it can
change daily maybe even hourly.

Your loving wife


EMAIL RESPONSE

To My loving wife

First off just so you know---I love when you say the word “cock”---whether whispered naughtily or demanded greedily---just something about you saying it turns me on and reading your list—I hear your voice in my head by the way--is exciting and arousing and sweet and loving all at the same time. So I thought I would respond to your list with some of the reasons that I like your list so much.



10. The feel of your cock against my ass and back

One of my favorite things to do when we are making love is to make a small pool of oil in the dip of your lower back. I like when you lay on your stomach and I sit on your upper legs my cock softly nestled on the cleft of your butt.

I like to spread the oil with my hands up and down your back, rubbing your shoulders and the strong muscles of your shoulders; working my way down and up in long strokes. Just touching you, and the movements it takes causes my cock to stroke you slightly. It doesn’t take long before I am lengthening and thickening; swelling from touching you. I like moving down and using my hands to caress and kneed your butt, spreading the oil and making your skin slippery. I know what I want: I want to glide my cock along the line.

I sometimes feel like I just rush too much; that I want to do this for much longer—prolong the sensation of your skin against mine in a slow rubbing.
I can’t of course.

In only a few moments my cock is straining for more contact as the skin tightens stretching over the engorged flesh becoming more sensitive. So I move higher and love when you arc your hips up to let me glide against your ass and lower back. The feel your skin gliding with a perfect mix of friction and slipperiness makes me push harder. The feel of my balls being pulled back and down as I glide higher, past your bottom and up to the lower part of your back. I like seeing my cock against your skin, both shining from the oil.

These sensations are enough to make me cum if I do it long enough—hearing you moan slightly as the tip of my cock continues to stroke against your and feeling you press back hard against me would certainly make me cum in only a few moments---but then I also always want more.

9. Rubbing my thumb over the tip of your cock;
it feels velvety smooth and hard at the same time.

The feel of your hands on me is amazing. But it is not just the touch, but the look in your eyes. Something about it feels to me very possessive. I like that.

I know that it is attached to my body, but when I think of my dick, I mostly think of it as YOURS. Yours only—and I love the thought of you feeling that way about me. I suppose it is that part of me that wants so badly to be desired—craved—lusted after. But when you touch me like that, when I am watching you look at your hands and my cock, especially when you are gently stroking and touching the very tip; (It is the most sensitive part of it, maybe even the most sensitive part of my whole body, well one of the top two anyways). It makes me feel shaky inside. You look, and touch sometimes as if it is the first time you have ever seen one, sometimes like it is something you want to do more with than touch, but mostly the sensation of those small touches, squeezes, circles and teases seem to be so giving, so generous. You know that it doesn’t take long to push me past control---if you only begin to talk to me I will cum—arcing my back and doing everything to muffle my groans and growls.

I also like when you play with the tip – even if we aren’t going to make love, or after we make love, the way you grasp me in your hand and slide your thumb barely touching me in that one spot right under the head.

Yep—that feels really really good! I wish I had better words to communicate that, but even with my rather extensive vocabulary—using words to describe the way that makes me feel is simply too insufficient.







8. The tip against my clit same reasons as number 9.
(It feels velvety smooth and hard at the same time.)

I have discovered how challenging this is to write.

Normally when I am writing, I do not become aroused. It all happens in my mind and while it does cause a reaction sometimes, that is pretty rare. Perhaps it is because I am writing my own ideas and I get caught up in the technique of writing. This is different.

Just the idea of this is very arousing to me.

It is one of the most incredible sights and feels in our entire arsenal of sexual “techniques.” While I like the feeling a great deal when you are on top of me and rocking your hips, causing your clit to stroke against me—it isn’t the same as when I am on top of you and your legs are spread. When your reach down and guide my cock against your clit and I can see it. See your face, your body, and our bodies touching each other in this way.

The slippery feel, the bump of crossing your clit with the bump of the tip of my cock rubbing over it; the way your outer lips cradle the rest of my length—so silky smooth and slippery, the way my balls press against your ass when I glide higher and the way they sort of bounce when I stroke short, the feel of your fingertips pressing against the head of my cock as it rubs over your clit---the way it looks when my cum spills out over your clit . . . okay—I am actually breathing fast now at just the thought—if you were here I would be in desperate need—check that—I have actually crossed my legs from the heat and soreness at just the thought of doing this.



7. Your cock between my breasts when I can lick the tip.

This is one of the ones on your list that surprised me. I know that you know I like it, but didn’t know that you liked it; or liked it enough to list as one of your top 10.

The reasons I like this so much might surprise you. I like this one whether in the shower or in bed, with you on top or you under me—I like this anywhere, anytime any place.

While you know I’m not necessarily a “boob man” I do love the feel of your skin wrapped around me. Those times when you slick oil all over my chest and then slide up my body, dragging your tits over my balls and cock, one nipple at a time are vivid in my memory. It is slippery and soft and warm to be nestled between them. But that isn’t the best part. I love the way when I stroke between them you can lick the tip, and though I know it isn’t something you list as a favorite, I love when my cum is on your lips [not in a porn star all over the face kind of thing] just on your lips or maybe lips and chin, (blush) well its true (blush)!

My favorite part about this . . . .is your hands. Your hands on your breasts, your nipples pressed between your fingers wrapping your tits around my cock. The feel is fantastic but your hands are the part that really sticks with me—the image stays in my mind and shows up in my fantasies.

I love your hands doing that even when my cock isn’t between them. Most especially when you are on top and my hands are on your butt or when I am on top and holding myself up stroking in and out of you very slowly with just the tip—when you gently pull and roll your nipples between your thumb and fore finger—I want to suck on them and hold them in my lips.

6. The feel of the tip in my mouth.

I don’t know what you do, if it is the way your lips wrap around me, sometimes soft, sometimes firm, or if it is the image of the tip mostly in, but slightly out, or the feel of your tongue moving and teasing that spot where the tip of my cock meets the rest of the shaft. Whatever it is, it works. I have very little stamina. When you stroke my balls and the shaft in the shower while holding me in your mouth or when I stroke my cock and you lock your lips on to me—whatever it is, all self control evaporates and I am quickly thrusting my hips and shuddering into orgasm. Your mouth holds me as the cum splashes out, and then when you let the hot thick fluid slip back over the tip and back down my cock as you stroke the last few spurts from me, well you know as well as I do that I cannot even stand up afterwards.

Oddly, the feel of you doing this when I am soft is one of the most amazing sensations too. While I am usually visual, in this one it is just the feel of being held in the heat of your mouth and without even moving, of growing hard. I often fantasize about when you used to wake me up by touching me or caressing my butt while I pretended to be asleep as long as possible. I never stay soft long enough to thoroughly enjoy that sensation—but it is (once again I struggle for the right words to describe my feelings) such a mixture of physical pleasure and emotional connection and that feeling of being yours that makes it such a pleasure and a belonging.




This is as far as I got before I just had to stop. I am nervously pacing every couple of sentences, the tip of my cock is dripping down the inside of my leg and I am going from alternately hard to soft that I find myself without thought putting my hand in my pocket to squeeze—something about writing your ideas is so incredibly arousing— I m going to have to take a break for a while and maybe come back to it later on---I know the list from looking at it and reading it is only going to get “harder” to write about. 

5. Licking teasingly from bottom to top then
the feel of the tip in my mouth

This one was also surprised me to see it on your list. I’m not sure what about this you like or why. What I like of course is obvious! The sensation of your warm slippery tongue, like warm smooth silk along the softer underside as it lays flat on my stomach and then the heat of your mouth—it makes me throb.

Watching you do this, especially when you do it without touching me with your hands . . . it is an incredible sensation. I wonder if it is the length, or the size, or the way my cock jumps at your touch—maybe it is knowing how good it feels to me, or hearing how it makes me those sounds: you drag something between a growl and a whimper from me. Or could it possibly be that it is the teasing—the knowing how much it makes me want more? You might have to finish this one if I don’t have it quite right.



4. The tip just inside me--teasing making me want more


Thinking of this one took me back. Way back to the very first time we made love. I remember kissing and making out for hours, and undressing you and kissing you more and convincing you to let me go down on you, and the way your body responded and how sweet you tasted, and the way your fingers scratched at my shoulder in that quick way that mimicked my licking—did you know that I licked faster the faster you scratched and slowed down when you slowed down. You don’t scratch me anymore like that---maybe it is because I have figured out how to do it better or maybe it is because you use other clues including words (which I really like).

Anyways, where was I, oh yeah, that first night. . . I remember feeling worried about hurting you. And going slow, and slipping inside you as I kissed you and felt your arms around me. I remember that I already knew how much I loved you and that even then I wanted to be married to you.

As we joined that first time, I used just the tip of my cock inside you started slow until you said “more” and then in another few minutes “more” and so on. (more on this theme when I get to the last one. 

Since then, I have always loved doing that—just exactly the same way. The feel of that tight ring of muscle wrapping around the head of my cock, bumping across the tip and the top of the tip of my penis rubbing in just that right spot when I am on top of you, or just under the tip when I am behind you. And of course there is the watching—seeing my cock disappear into you. . . fuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkk just something about that image that drives me crazy.

And the making you want more, only feeds my wanting to be wanted more. It is a nice complimentary relationship that we like this so much for so much of the same reasons. Writing this reminds me that we were made for each other in so many many ways.



3. The tip against my ass--teasing making me want more

This is the newest treat in our love making. In the last few years there have been times when it felt taboo, forbidden, but also permissive to get near that part of your body. Lately, especially as my ability to get and remain hard has been hampered by one injury after another, as well as my age and other stuff, I will admit that I have become a little self conscious, worried about being able to perform and please you.

Since we have introduced playing with toys I have become much more confident about that knowing that doing things like this can make you cum so hard. I think that when I stroke my cock across that incredibly tight ring of muscle, sometimes tapping and stroking—knowing that if I time it just right you will want me to slip the tip of my cock into your ass when you cum—and then watching the orgasm totally take control away from you—knowing that “I did that” well it takes away the self doubt and fear that I won’t be able to please you.

The fact that you are so sensitive to touches and soft kisses and licks and the pressure of the tip of my cock teasing and touching you there, knowing that you are as sensitive as I am is a great thing and maybe the fact that to you it is still a little “naughty” or “dirty” or “even a bit “taboo” – well again as I have said before—when you let that side of your desires come out, even a little—it only enflames my passion for you even more.

I know that there will still be many occasions when you don’t really want to make love and you still take care of my needs and wants and desires, but I also know that when you do want to make love, that I can still please you. I do have to add, even though you didn’t mention it, that cuming on your ass is also one of the “hottest” things that you ask me to do—it pretty much makes me cum just to hear you tell me to. Holding my cock in my hand and stroking and tapping it against you with your voice telling me to cum on your ass—just thinking back and remembering that is enough to have me “uncomfortable” again.

2. The feel of your cock deep inside me

This one is undoubtedly my favorite. It is not just the heat or the silky soft smooth slipperiness of being all the way inside you.

The feeling physically is nothing less than amazing! It is like nothing else. The way your muscles wrap around my cock and hold it is what everything else imitates, whether you touch my cock with your hands, or your mouth or even your ass, which are all great in their own way for various reasons. This is the ultimate feeling when it comes to sex and making love to you. I feel more connected and joined to you intimately. The long slow strokes deep into you, and the harder and faster ones that push me over the edge into orgasm, are perfect. I like the feeling of the tip of my cock entering you and going all the way deep into you to that firm spot all the way in the back of your pussy. Holding there; enveloped and immersed in you.

Don’t think that because this is one of the shortest responses that it means it is not one I like much. It is simply that there is no way that words can really describe this feeling because it is so deeply emotional and intimate to me.



1. Feeling you cum deep inside me

Well I have made it to number 1. And I know that you said they are in no particular order, but to me there is a sense of foreplay in so many of the first ones where this one is more of a culmination to our lovemaking.

This is not one of my favorites. In fact I really hate this one sometimes because it is often the end. While we still have the closeness and snuggling, I rarely want to cum when I do anymore.

My favorite part of course is when you cum when I am deep inside you. The feel of you squeezing the full length of my cock inside you is often enough to push me over the edge into orgasm myself. It is when I want to lock eyes with you, stare into your face or kiss you hard and lose myself totally to you.

I know you can feel me swell and harden before I cum, and you can feel when my cum begins to surge into you—I am jealous. There are times when I wish I could take you inside me and posses you the way you posses me.

I know you might think this part is strange but even though I can father children anymore, there is still a part of cuming inside you that reminds me that you have given birth to my children. I don’t mean that in a weird or kinky way—just ti gives me a bit of a “he-man” kind of feeling.

I also love the aftermath. The way it feels to soften inside you with both my cum and yours mixed together, making things even extra hot and slippery. Although you always laugh or giggle and then I slip from inside you which we both hate, I wish I could stay hard and stay inside you and fall asleep like that—connected and joined skin to skin body to body, with my arms wrapped around you and your body wrapped around my cock. It is a very peaceful feeling of warmth and togetherness and bonded-ness and love.


Your Loving husband

 

[Lorilei]

4. The tip just inside me--teasing making me want more


Thinking of this one took me back. Way back to the very first time we made love. I remember kissing and making out for hours, and undressing you and kissing you more and convincing you to let me go down on you, and the way your body responded and how sweet you tasted, and the way your fingers scratched at my shoulder in that quick way that mimicked my licking—did you know that I licked faster the faster you scratched and slowed down when you slowed down. You don’t scratch me anymore like that---maybe it is because I have figured out how to do it better or maybe it is because you use other clues including words (which I really like).

Anyways, where was I, oh yeah, that first night. . . I remember feeling worried about hurting you. And going slow, and slipping inside you as I kissed you and felt your arms around me. I remember that I already knew how much I loved you and that even then I wanted to be married to you.

As we joined that first time, I used just the tip of my cock inside you started slow until you said “more” and then in another few minutes “more” and so on. (more on this theme when I get to the last one. 

Since then, I have always loved doing that—just exactly the same way. The feel of that tight ring of muscle wrapping around the head of my cock, bumping across the tip and the top of the tip of my penis rubbing in just that right spot when I am on top of you, or just under the tip when I am behind you. And of course there is the watching—seeing my cock disappear into you. . . fuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkk just something about that image that drives me crazy.

And the making you want more, only feeds my wanting to be wanted more. It is a nice complimentary relationship that we like this so much for so much of the same reasons. Writing this reminds me that we were made for each other in so many many ways.



3. The tip against my ass--teasing making me want more

This is the newest treat in our love making. In the last few years there have been times when it felt taboo, forbidden, but also permissive to get near that part of your body. Lately, especially as my ability to get and remain hard has been hampered by one injury after another, as well as my age and other stuff, I will admit that I have become a little self conscious, worried about being able to perform and please you.

Since we have introduced playing with toys I have become much more confident about that knowing that doing things like this can make you cum so hard. I think that when I stroke my cock across that incredibly tight ring of muscle, sometimes tapping and stroking—knowing that if I time it just right you will want me to slip the tip of my cock into your ass when you cum—and then watching the orgasm totally take control away from you—knowing that “I did that” well it takes away the self doubt and fear that I won’t be able to please you.

The fact that you are so sensitive to touches and soft kisses and licks and the pressure of the tip of my cock teasing and touching you there, knowing that you are as sensitive as I am is a great thing and maybe the fact that to you it is still a little “naughty” or “dirty” or “even a bit “taboo” – well again as I have said before—when you let that side of your desires come out, even a little—it only enflames my passion for you even more.

I know that there will still be many occasions when you don’t really want to make love and you still take care of my needs and wants and desires, but I also know that when you do want to make love, that I can still please you. I do have to add, even though you didn’t mention it, that cuming on your ass is also one of the “hottest” things that you ask me to do—it pretty much makes me cum just to hear you tell me to. Holding my cock in my hand and stroking and tapping it against you with your voice telling me to cum on your ass—just thinking back and remembering that is enough to have me “uncomfortable” again.

*gulp*

 

[RyanBlack]

*gulp*

is that a good "gulp" or a bad "gulp" or of course the BIG GULP?

 

[Lorilei]

is that a good "gulp" or a bad "gulp" or of course the BIG GULP?

Good AND big.

 

[butters]

Beautiful. Absolutely 100% Beautiful, Ryan.

 

[RyanBlack]

Beautiful. Absolutely 100% Beautiful, Ryan.

Thanks Ma'am

I know it is an unusual format---but I think the idea of the note and the email is very sexy!

 

[likes2watchU]

Thanks Ma'am

I know it is an unusual format---but I think the idea of the note and the email is very sexy!

Okay... *letting my "you should have been an English major" geekiness out*
It's actually a format that has been around for a long, long time - the epistolary novel. The first one dates back to Spain and the 1400s. Once that many of us Litsters may be familiar with is Les Liaisons dangereuses written in the late 1700s. Yours is simply a modern version of the same.

very well done!! and I agree w/ the others... this is hot!!

 

[RyanBlack]

Okay... *letting my "you should have been an English major" geekiness out*
It's actually a format that has been around for a long, long time - the epistolary novel. The first one dates back to Spain and the 1400s. Once that many of us Litsters may be familiar with is Les Liaisons dangereuses written in the late 1700s. Yours is simply a modern version of the same.

very well done!! and I agree w/ the others... this is hot!!

LOL

I meant it is an unusual format for the thread

and Im glad you liked it

 

[Roxanne_Smith69]

[...]

1. Feeling you cum deep inside me

Well I have made it to number 1. And I know that you said they are in no particular order, but to me there is a sense of foreplay in so many of the first ones where this one is more of a culmination to our lovemaking.

This is not one of my favorites. In fact I really hate this one sometimes because it is often the end. While we still have the closeness and snuggling, I rarely want to cum when I do anymore.

My favorite part of course is when you cum when I am deep inside you. The feel of you squeezing the full length of my cock inside you is often enough to push me over the edge into orgasm myself. It is when I want to lock eyes with you, stare into your face or kiss you hard and lose myself totally to you.

I know you can feel me swell and harden before I cum, and you can feel when my cum begins to surge into you—I am jealous. There are times when I wish I could take you inside me and posses you the way you posses me.

I know you might think this part is strange but even though I can father children anymore, there is still a part of cuming inside you that reminds me that you have given birth to my children. I don’t mean that in a weird or kinky way—just ti gives me a bit of a “he-man” kind of feeling.

I also love the aftermath. The way it feels to soften inside you with both my cum and yours mixed together, making things even extra hot and slippery. Although you always laugh or giggle and then I slip from inside you which we both hate, I wish I could stay hard and stay inside you and fall asleep like that—connected and joined skin to skin body to body, with my arms wrapped around you and your body wrapped around my cock. It is a very peaceful feeling of warmth and togetherness and bonded-ness and love.


Your Loving husband

Ryan -- you did it again...left me in tears. This is one your best pieces so far. Thank you, my friend, for sharing your amazing writing.

Rox

 

[RyanBlack]

Ryan -- you did it again...left me in tears. This is one your best pieces so far. Thank you, my friend, for sharing your amazing writing.

Rox

Thank you ma'am---I am very flattered and grateful for your praise.

 

[RyanBlack]

I heard the front door open and close and my stomach did a back flip as I thought, Alone again! I knew I should get up. I was wide awake after all. But I just couldn't bring myself to climb out of the warm cozy bed. I was still laid half on my front under the light cover, my breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so my pussy was agape and my clit just faintly touched the sheets. If I pushed my hips down a fraction I could grind my clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately.

Closing my eyes again I slid my hand down under the covers and I cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple between my fingers. I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding my clit against it and moaned softly at the feel. My pussy was beginning to moisten and I wanted to touch it so badly, but I knew the door was open and I thought I shouldn't tempt fate so much.

I got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened my eyes to stare at the door. He stood there, leaning against the door frame, his arms folded over his bare chest. He was still in jeans. Whether they were the ones he’d mown the lawn in or a new pair it didn't matter. They hugged his hips and legs so nicely, showing off his impressive bulge; I had to swallow because believe it or not my mouth had begun to water.

The light from the hall shone on his back casting his features in shadows and all I could make out was his gleaming eyes and that predatory smile.

 

[misfortunex]

I heard the front door open and close and my stomach did a back flip as I thought, Alone again! I knew I should get up. I was wide awake after all. But I just couldn't bring myself to climb out of the warm cozy bed. I was still laid half on my front under the light cover, my breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so my pussy was agape and my clit just faintly touched the sheets. If I pushed my hips down a fraction I could grind my clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately.

Closing my eyes again I slid my hand down under the covers and I cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple between my fingers. I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding my clit against it and moaned softly at the feel. My pussy was beginning to moisten and I wanted to touch it so badly, but I knew the door was open and I thought I shouldn't tempt fate so much.

I got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened my eyes to stare at the door. He stood there, leaning against the door frame, his arms folded over his bare chest. He was still in jeans. Whether they were the ones he’d mown the lawn in or a new pair it didn't matter. They hugged his hips and legs so nicely, showing off his impressive bulge; I had to swallow because believe it or not my mouth had begun to water.

The light from the hall shone on his back casting his features in shadows and all I could make out was his gleaming eyes and that predatory smile.

Ok first off......more please of the above

Secondly...Ryan.....The List....you have surpassed yourself. Why are you not submitting this stuff!!!!

Thank you.....just thank you

 

[RyanBlack]

Ok first off......more please of the above

Secondly...Ryan.....The List....you have surpassed yourself. Why are you not submitting this stuff!!!!

Thank you.....just thank you

hmmmmmmm

I submit it here---maybe one day Ill submit it to the Lit site, but just dont think my stuff is good enough yet.

I am glad you liked the list It was really fun to write--

Im trying to think of another list for her to put in his pocket. . . . pondering what might be good.


the Getting Caught story is just in its infancy--the only thing I have in my head now is the part above and a scene where the drywall next to the door gets cracked. . . . .

 

[misfortunex]

hmmmmmmm

I submit it here---maybe one day Ill submit it to the Lit site, but just dont think my stuff is good enough yet.

I am glad you liked the list It was really fun to write--

Im trying to think of another list for her to put in his pocket. . . . pondering what might be good.


the Getting Caught story is just in its infancy--the only thing I have in my head now is the part above and a scene where the drywall next to the door gets cracked. . . . .

I think you may be a little too self critical. The response to your writing is proof that your words are good enough to submit. I stumbled across lit due to my love of erotica, I'm not a big porn fan. I have read or, mostly, part read many stories here. Yours read as erotica over and above most of what I have read here.

 

[RyanBlack]

I think you may be a little too self critical. The response to your writing is proof that your words are good enough to submit. I stumbled across lit due to my love of erotica, I'm not a big porn fan. I have read or, mostly, part read many stories here. Yours read as erotica over and above most of what I have read here.

I do enjoy writing it and compliments from you count as high praise

some of mine do go a bit long for this thread so I dont post them--and wish I could so that I would at least get more feedback. I wrote a pair of stories that are point/counterpoint that I am hoping to finish editing and put up later today.

Any particular ones of mine thatyou liked more than the others---or is the list the one that you think is my best?

 

[misfortunex]

I do enjoy writing it and compliments from you count as high praise

some of mine do go a bit long for this thread so I dont post them--and wish I could so that I would at least get more feedback. I wrote a pair of stories that are point/counterpoint that I am hoping to finish editing and put up later today.

Any particular ones of mine thatyou liked more than the others---or is the list the one that you think is my best?

I am loving the list

The concept

The subject matter

The romantic overtone, this couple have obviously been married for a while and are in a wonderful comfort zone with their intimacy. And yet, it is still highly arousing.

It's captivating.....and as you know Ryan, I don't dish out compliments easy.

 

[RyanBlack]

I am loving the list

The concept

The subject matter

The romantic overtone, this couple have obviously been married for a while and are in a wonderful comfort zone with their intimacy. And yet, it is still highly arousing.

It's captivating.....and as you know Ryan, I don't dish out compliments easy.

You dont dish out compliments easily--and it is an honor to receive them---as well as the well placed penis adoration of course

I like writing romance with erotica---I think in my head I am writing stories that just so happen to have sex in them instead of sex that happens to have a story somewhere in it. . . .if that makes sense

 

[misfortunex]

You dont dish out compliments easily--and it is an honor to receive them---as well as the well placed penis adoration of course

I like writing romance with erotica---I think in my head I am writing stories that just so happen to have sex in them instead of sex that happens to have a story somewhere in it. . . .if that makes sense

I think more than make sense, its one of the true secrets of writing true erotica as opposed to mind porn.

 

[RyanBlack]

I think more than make sense, its one of the true secrets of writing true erotica as opposed to mind porn.

I guess I assume that my penis supplies the mind porn---the rest of me writes other stuff

 

[RyanBlack]

I heard the front door open and close and my stomach did a back flip as I thought, Alone again! I knew I should get up. I was wide awake after all. But I just couldn't bring myself to climb out of the warm cozy bed. I was still laid half on my front under the light cover, my breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so my pussy was agape and my clit just faintly touched the sheets. If I pushed my hips down a fraction I could grind my clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately.

Closing my eyes again I slid my hand down under the covers and I cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple between my fingers. I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding my clit against it and moaned softly at the feel. My pussy was beginning to moisten and I wanted to touch it so badly, but I knew the door was open and I thought I shouldn't tempt fate so much.

I got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened my eyes to stare at the door. He stood there, leaning against the door frame, his arms folded over his bare chest. He was still in jeans. Whether they were the ones he’d mown the lawn in or a new pair it didn't matter. They hugged his hips and legs so nicely, showing off his impressive bulge; I had to swallow because believe it or not my mouth had begun to water.

The light from the hall shone on his back casting his features in shadows and all I could make out was his gleaming eyes and that predatory smile.

He was the kind of man who never asked for permission. He didn’t wonder what other people wanted nor did he struggle with making “the right” choices. He knew what he wanted and did what he wanted and even the concept of “angst” was foreign to him.

It isn’t that he didn’t care what others wanted or needed from him; this man was very good at reading them. He was a watcher; someone who spoke rarely and listened carefully before making choices or taking action.

Last night, hearing the soft whimper come from behind her door as she had touched herself was only another piece of data for an equation about to be solved.

She lay in the bed unaware of him as he watched her hips circle under the thin white cotton sheet; she was pressing her sex down against the mattress. He watched her.

He made no sound as he watched, but she must have sensed his presence and she turned to look for her audience—knowing already it would be no one else.

He smiled and then walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

He knew what he wanted; so did she.

 

[sweetctgirl]

I was talking to someone who told me their wife had given them a list of "10 things I love about your cock" in a note slipped into a pocket to be discovered later. I thought about how I would have responded to such a find and this is what I came up with.

I know it isnt the same thing as a story, but well---here it is. Special thanks for the story idea to a friend who prefers not to be named.

Ryan, this list is amazing! Your words bring these two people to life. I felt as if a curtain was being pulled back on their lives, allowing me to witness something very personal to them. I could feel the love and passion these two people have for each other. The familiarity that comes with time. Yet there is still a feeling of excitement and wonder that tells me they don't take the intimacy that they share for granted. It's erotic and very arousing too. Brilliant job!

 

[misfortunex]

He was the kind of man who never asked for permission. He didn’t wonder what other people wanted nor did he struggle with making “the right” choices. He knew what he wanted and did what he wanted and even the concept of “angst” was foreign to him.

It isn’t that he didn’t care what others wanted or needed from him; this man was very good at reading them. He was a watcher; someone who spoke rarely and listened carefully before making choices or taking action.

Last night, hearing the soft whimper come from behind her door as she had touched herself was only another piece of data for an equation about to be solved.

She lay in the bed unaware of him as he watched her hips circle under the thin white cotton sheet; she was pressing her sex down against the mattress. He watched her.

He made no sound as he watched, but she must have sensed his presence and she turned to look for her audience—knowing already it would be no one else.

He smiled and then walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

He knew what he wanted; so did she.

*groans*

way to tease us Ryan!!!!

part three pleeeeeeeeeeeease