Erotic Samplings

[Calamity Jane]

i must be really tired... when i read lichtenstein... the first thing that popped into my head was lick ben stein... EEEEWWWW

 

[KillerMuffin]

Up all night with Gilbert Goddfried had me shuddering in my leather teddy.

 

[the__satyr]

"Bewitched"

This story has gotten almost 2000 hits an only 3 people took the time to rate it!

Anyway, "Bewitched" has a bit of everything, erotic couplings, fantasy, lesbian, and voyeurism/exhibitionism. Here's the opening paragraph or two

"The first thing she could consciously remember were two forms, each twining around the other. They alternately rose and crashed against each other. Hands appeared and disappeared into folds of flesh. Cascading hair covered unknown faces, and then swept along a breast and then a navel, a back then a buttock. As the two figures arched and writhed, rose and fell in passion, she could never be certain if she was dreaming of a man and a woman or two women.

This image swished about in her mind and then evaporated as Sandra slowly floated back to reality. Very slowly. Her eyes were closed, and as she rose to the surface she could feel a strong tingle inside her sex. And not just from the dream either. She felt the delicate point of a tongue prodding her lower lips. The tongue swirled, darted, swept across her clitoris, and then focused on another delicious, wet fold. Tom had done this to her many times before (in fact, he tended to crave it even more than she did), but never with such deliberation and...assuredness. It was the confidence with which he pleasured her that aroused her even more than the pleasure itself. Her lower lips were softly splayed apart and clamped in between his teeth, his tongue toying with her clitoris.

He alternated from gentle to rough, and each change in tempo forced her to exhale heavily, or even moan. She was at the brink now and he knew it too, the way he attacked and then at the last second retreated. The he stopped. And then like a cat he started to very slowly and very sensuously lap with his tongue -- starting from just above her anus up to her clitoris, leaving behind a wake of saliva and her juices. This caused her whole body to relax, but her sex was on fire. She languidly opened her eyes, as always, to look into his when she came. But below her was not Tom. She had short red hair and bewitching green eyes. And although the woman's mouth was suctioned to Sandra's lower lips, she could have sworn the woman was grinning.

Sandra awoke with a start. There was no red-haired, green-eyed woman in front of her. The only trace the phantom woman left behind was a damp circle on her sheets where they had covered Sandra's dripping crotch. Tom was sound asleep beside her."




If you like what you've read so far then read the rest (at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=25878) , rate itm and even e-mail any comments to me if you like (the__satyr@hotmail.com).

Thanks

 

[Guest]

Up all night with Gilbert Goddfried had me shuddering in my leather teddy.

You were up all night with Gilbert? Damn woman! I KNEW staying in Kansas would have been bad for my sex life!

 

[Calamity Jane]

Must stop eating cookies!

damn damn damn inner troll! The closer we get to samhain, the more frequently it posts.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Here is a little bit...

...With one gesture, he had me in his arms again and I ignored the bite of the metal, wishing I could release him of his bonds. My lips took his, tasting him, tasting his very being. My feet lifted from the cool concrete floor as he lifted me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips. I felt unnatural, like I were fucking some creature, this strange and beautiful beast.

The cock pressed at the core of me, the wet and hungry mouth between my thighs that beckoned for him. Pushing against him, I brought myself down on it, the length, the thickness impaling me painfully, beautifully. The pleasure of it was overwhelming, the darkness mixed with my fear. I could smell the tangy scent of our sweat, the unmistakable scent of my own sex. He moved me on his cock, pumping into me and letting me ride him, watching the swells of my breasts rise and fall with his movement. I was all too aware of him, of every wiry hair that brushed against the soft inner flesh of my vagina, of the muscular chords of his arms, the broadness of his chest, the taut little dimes of his nipples that were hard like little stones. I wanted to suck them. I bent to suck them. He groaned, his temples slick with sweat...

Read it. And please vote.

 

[TN_Vixen]

this story hasn't been submitted yet

excerpt from "cousins" to be submitted soon “Look at you,” he said with a smile as the night beat on. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said hoarsly, his sweaty body pressed tightly against mine now, the crowd around us nudging and pushing against us as we all struggled to fit onto the packed dancefloor. At first I dismissed his comments as innocent flattery, until I saw the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes as he watched me move.

I caught his gaze locked on my breasts and watched as his tongue involuntarily licked his lips. I noticed the change in him immediately and could see the lust in his eyes. I fed off his attention and instinctively knew the mood of the evening was ripe to alter our relationship forever. Although I was still a virgin at the time, I had made out with several boyfriends and had participated in heavy petting sessions in steamed up cars. Since I had also always had my own secret attraction to him, I intentionally encouraged him to continue… teasing him with my body, lightly touching him as we danced.

He began to rub his body against mine and whispered hotly against my ear… “Goddamn you are killing me, you’re my cousin but you’re fucking killing me.” I was electrified by his words and when his arms encircled me, his hands flowed from my shoulder blades, around and against the curving tender slope of the undersides of my breasts before brazingly rubbing his thumbs against my erect nipples. Lost in the moment, I allowed his hands to continue exploring my body, stunned motionless by the intense emotions flooding through me.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

TARA ON A TEAR

On the video the Grrrrls had their prisoner tied to bench in a jail cell, face up.
They were fucking and sucking him and sitting on his face and humiliating and
taunting him and Oh God it made her feverishly hot! With every smack against
the man's pale flesh she thrust a finger deep inside herself. With every "Lick me,
ape" taunt she twisted a nipple. With every bite of his cock she rubbed her clit.
His humiliation was thrilling. She finger-fucked and rubbed herself delirious,
watching this perversion with wide-eyed lust. She was getting close, but was
craving more than her skinny fingers. If she couldn't have a cock ("Starting to
love that word!") she at least wanted a kiss.

There was a knock at the door. "Shit!" she said, shutting her robe and turning
off the TV. She opened the door to the same Waiter, the cute kid in the crisp
uniform. He put down the tray and turned around for his tip.

 

[XXplorher]

Some comments

the__satyr –
Your writing skills are clearly high caliber. I usually have to get rolling with the story before I can be sure it’s ‘erotic’ or not. You certainly have method…. and I believe I’ll have a look.

Sateema Lunasi –
Definite props for getting ALL the sensations in there - without drawing boring specifics. I got the picture, the scent, the temperature and the feeling completely – and wet. Very impressive.

DCL -
(And then he went and posted my clear favorite excerpt of his (Jazzy Girl)…….. bastard!).


Now here's an excerpt from one of mine:

"Suck my tits, girl"

(Hahaha - good, eh?)

 

[Marxist]

This is a piece from part 4 of A SATYR IN FULL, it's in the middle of edit. And no I don't write true incest.

Now I love stroking and sucking Daddy's cock. It's like an ice cream cone for my afternoon dessert. We had chicken friand with mushroom cream sauce, asparagus tips, and a soft merlot for lunch. My senses are such that I'll taste everything he's eaten in the last week when he comes; I can't wait. He pretends to read a boring science journal to keep his mind off my vigorous lapping of his slick turgid shaft. At one time I thought that he'd become resistant to my afternoon fellatio but I found out that all he really needed was a wet finger in the ass and more pressure around the base of his scrotum sac. It's a battle, he fights to last longer, but I want to taste him now. I can feel his pre-cum bubbling up already. It reminds me of burley pipe tobacco. He promised me that he quit last month, but I taste a note of the bitter nicotine. Max's still got at least a hundred strokes to go before I can get my full treat.

MARXIST

 

[XXplorher]

But seriously, here's a lil' somethin of mine:

From: The Other Woman, version II (the wife)


She was there in an instant. It shocked me momentarily, and then I subsided. I melted into the chair as she ran her tongue through the lips of my hot sex. The softest tongue……. moistening within’. She nuzzled up against me, her nose fanning my clit, by now throbbing hard and ready, enflamed.

Her tongue followed the line soon after. She kissed my pearl and swirled it into her mouth. The first woman to do so – like a kitten to milk.
My tremors took hold………..

I grasped my hand to hers and held her to my breast, tightly – preparing for the flow. So soooooon. A gradual rumbling increasing inside me. But it was different – it was smooth like the swell of a wave, building up to it’s crest. I wasn’t going to shatter, like a supernova……. I would roll forward, well up inside me, build and build, head from the ocean to the sand… to reach my peak and……..…
Another tongue joined the dance. It was my husbands.

“Oh my God! It’s the two of you!!!”

My muscles contracted – inside me still heading for shore. Gathering mass, I started to crest. My feet no longer beneath me……
Their pace on me quickened.

I was being tossed skyward, the tide - sucking beneath me, spinning me upward, released from the sea. I needed something to balance me; something to hold; something to stabilize…….
Their faces were banging against me. Their breath hot and heavy. This wave of intensity flailing me forward!
I pitched through the air and screamed!! Crashing across the sand, thousands of tiny pebbles filtering through me; racing up the shore at incredible speeds. I clutched at someone in front of me, holding on for dear life. Everything was a blur as I emptied. I thrashed around in the chair – trying to catch the speed to slow down. Screaming to the heavens – EUPHORIA!
I heard another voice join mine. In concert of pitch, we wailed. A symphony of ecstasy…



If that floats yer boat-
This was GOING to be an Erotic story site like Literotica. But, I’ve had trouble in that area (cost of bandwidth vs. income). You can check out my stories there, though – so have a look if you’re interested (hoping...):

http://www.savorychicken.com/thewetpen/index.htm

 

[Rrrosyn]

from The Rosebud: Secrets Behind...

Gay Male Catagory

http://literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=25906

Raff eyed the room. A painting on the back wall. A vase in the corner. The gold tassels holding back the drapes. Never did his eyes linger on my body. Every time they returned to me, it was to meet my eyes.

“Mom says you run an exclusive, men’s club.” Not a question. Bold child.

"The Rosebud is... " I searched for a word. "Eccentric."

"Sounds like some socialite club."

I just smiled.

The Rosebud nothing like a Society Club. The Rosebud was a nightclub of an even higher class. Only those with a paid Membership could obtain admittance. Men of wealth and power who held a taste for the pleasures found only in the dark recesses of society.

 

[Marxist]

Rrrosyn, so what happens in the sequel? My guess is Raff becomes a dom.

MARXIST

 

[TN_Vixen]

bump

.

 

[paganangel]

Thought the writer's would like this piece of non-erotica

The Blacksmith

My fingertips are hammers
And these keys are anvils
I hammer out this work
While ideas fly off like sparks
Sacrificed
I am left with this piece of hard metal
Heavy and thick
It is strong and clumsy
It may be wielded however
I must learn to possess the strength to slay with it
The heat of the fire glows all over me
I am lit up in the red light
I am sunburned by the heat inside this room
Radiating from the monitor
I sweat
I am fatigued but I continue
Until the work is done
And I can lay it in the cooling water
Watch the steam rise off it
And hold it up for all to see

thanks for reading, please check out my other chops and vote. feedback would be great too. love ya all.

 

[Rrrosyn]

Marxist,

Rrrosyn, so what happens in the sequal? My guess is Raff becomes a dom.

I think Deke is in for a treat and readers in for a surprise.

Raff (which means young wolf) will get to meet Vinnie's fiance, but that's just filler. Probably at a quick dinner before a trip to the club.

I feel it is more important to make readers see that the Gay Male catagory doesn't have to be buried in college dorms, bathroom stalls and gym showers. So there will be someone mention by title and not by name (up to the reader) to show how high class The Rosebud is.

Think Playboy Mansion for men-only. *giggle*

 

[paganangel]

first big thanks to that sinful rose for her feedback.

second, i have to check out your stufff pagan cowgirl; so far its the best i've read here.

and to all the rest...here's a link to my chops. please read, vote, and don't be afraid to trash me. i need it. i deserve it.
i...oh wait, wrong thread!




http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=55676

 

[paganangel]

to the tennisee vixen

i think you will love this.

Vampirotique