Category: erotica

Simply Beautiful

I think of you,

and like a butterfly dancing

on the wings of the wind

my heart flutters.

Your face is a concoction

of beauty.

That girlish smile,

mixed with the twinkle in your eyes,

wrapped up in skin so silky,

those lips succulent and soft.

Your soul is so strong, confident, and gentle.

I think of you and

I am compelled to smile.

Early Morning Masturbation

That black bra strap. That’s all it took. As he stepped in the shower, his mind went back to the day before at the table. There were both silent as they ate, but his eyes, they roamed over every inch of her red-brown skin and landed on that strap.

He loved having sensitive nipples. He heard some men thought nipple play was feminine, but he loved how his responded to touch. He began to caress them as his mind took him on a journey. His right hand now stroking his cock, bringing him to an intense hard on.

Images of him kissing those lips he loved so much while freeing the two beautiful mounds of flesh constrained by that black bra.

He imagined laying her down, her legs up over his shoulders as he feasted, fingers exploring her orifices, tasting her creamy center as she panted his name.

The journey moved along, with him now standing over her, his hard cock ready to penetrate while he gazed at her breasts, his hands gently flicking her erect nipples.

As he stroked his cock, moaning her name, he grunted as he imagined push his full length into her, causing her to gasp and cling to him, their lips meeting again, then trailing kisses down her neck, to her collar bone, across her chest, to those nipples he was so ecstatic to see. With hunger, passion, and lust, his tongue tickled and sucked making her react as he continued sliding in and out of her.

She was close—he was close. With each spurt of his orgasm, he grunted through clenched teeth her name. Each burst brought him closer to the floor of the tub. His breaths were jagged and violent, he stopped playing with his nipples and gripped his thigh.

Fuck. That black bra strap. What a way to start his day.

Art’s Eternal Passion

I guess it had to be this way. Endings are rarely as beautiful as beginnings. Air whistled around the train, its passengers swaying to the rhythm as they sped along steel and timber to their various existences outside of corporate America. Darryl replayed memories over and over in his head.

He took note of the brunette staring his way. Her bright ruby red lipstick accentuated her almond eyes, and for a white girl, she had a wide nose. He saw her every day, and every day they locked eyes, smiled and nodded to each other.

He bit back tears. Beauty should never die. The brunette sat next to him. “Hi, I’m Gail.” She sat patiently, the scent of her perfume filled Darryl’s nostrils. He was instantly forced to look deep into the brown abyss of this gorgeous woman’s soul. “Darryl,” was all he could manage to get out. He was shocked. This gorgeous white woman, who no doubt probably worked as a lawyer, or in City Hall, was sitting here next to this big muscular black construction worker, wanting to get to know him. “What do you say we get off at the next stop?” Suddenly Darryl didn’t feel so sad anymore. “Yeah? Yeah, that sounds cool, Gail.” The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat.

Gail watched this man for months get on and off the train. They always locked eyes. They always smiled. For the first time today, she noticed there seemed to be no life in his face. She was curious as to why, she was curious to see if could change that.

Once of the train, they climbed out of the subway and out onto the street. “So, Darryl, what moves you?” Gail wasn’t going to waste this evening with pleasantries. A man she hardly knew looked as if he lost his best friend, and she wanted to help. 

Darryl looked up in surprise at the question, but he was ready with an answer, long before the question was ever asked, Darryl knew. He lived by this conviction, it motivated his movement, his speech, and despite being in a career he didn’t enjoy, it showed in his work. “Love, beauty, and art.” Gail couldn’t help getting turned on. They both sensed a sexual tension between them, but they both knew there were ingredients that needed to be mixed just right. “What about you, Gail? What drives you?” They arrived at a quaint neighborhood bar on Tenth street. The way her escaped from those beautiful succulent lips gave her goose bumps. Gail was a highly educated woman, but if she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she was falling in love. She knew it wasn’t lust—lust required different ingredients. A knowing of one’s person, but a disliking of the embodiment of their soul, yet a yearning for their touch.

When she smiled, her eyes squinted every so lightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up with great expression. “Art, love, both of which I find beautiful.” Two drinks were ordered. Gail turned and looked Darryl straight into his soul. “We’ve made eye contact on the blue line for over six months. I have dreamed about approaching you, but I had to feel you out. We’d always smile, then part ways. That was always the best part of my day. Your smile. Your eyes. I noticed something different about you today.”
Darryl stared straight back at her. He liked her style. “I don’t believe beauty should die, and today I got wind an old friend has moved on.” Gail took a seductive sip of her drink. She inhaled the stale air deeply, “My love, beauty can be created, but it cannot die.” Passion dripped from her every word. “Oh yeah?”

Leaning in and almost whispering, Gail said, “No my love, beauty will live on here,” tapping her temple, “and here,” placing her hand on his chest. “Who died?” “Not who. A guy who owned a small art studio, well he would display a lot of art in this shop of his. He closed it. Said some developers offered him a nice deal. It was the brightest spot in my childhood. But sitting here with you, hearing your words. You’re right, those memories will live forever in me.” Gail rested her hand on top of his. “We should leave.”

Back at his apartment, Gail made love to this man she only just met an hour ago. It was fierce, passionate, it was the realest thing she had ever experienced in twenty-nine years of existence. Every orgasm took her to a new height of pleasure and ecstasy. Theirs was a passionate love of art, filled with beauty. They regretted it deep inside, although the passion shared between them bordered a fierce, almost violent love.

Parent Teacher Conferences

Parent Teacher Conferences
The Steele Chronicles; Pt 1

Carla could not keep her hands off her husband, Dean. This was not unusual, as they shared a passionate bond that made their friends jealous. However; tonight, was parent teacher conferences and then they were off to dinner at one of their favorite upscale restaurants, and then a weekend in the mountains. It had been too long since they got away from their two teenage children.
“Come here,” Dean leaned over the console and met his bride halfway. Lips met and parted with a ferociousness that made him lightheaded. Her lips were thick, soft, and succulent. He was powerless against the rush of sexual energy racing from his lips to his manhood, where an almost painful erection begged to be free. Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherries, and the scent of her perfume—something he bought her, but he couldn’t pinpoint the fragrance molested his nostrils with a gentle whiff. Their eyes opened as tongues tickled one another—and Carla’s breath caught in her throat. Her husband’s hand reached up to touch her bare shoulder, then slowly slid down to her face, neck, then—Carla had to act fast, if he touched her breast they would not make it out of the car, so she playfully slapped his hand away, and broke the kiss. “Nope! Come on or we’ll be late!” she said jumping out of the car.
Walking the halls of her old high school brought back so many salacious memories. “It says here we have to meet with Dr. Kara, room 117,” Dean said as his hand grabbed a handful of Carla’s derriere. She turned around in front of him, almost making them both fall, peck kissed him and grabbed his package. “Hmm, or, you could just let me have a meeting with this,” she grinned.
“Hi neighbors!” The couple both made annoyed faces. Their neighbor, Kate, whose four bratty children also attended Joshtown High, stood in the hallway, gawking at what she considered to be inappropriate behavior. “Well Carla, you look awfully saucy this evening? I didn’t know architects could dress so—” she searched for the right word, but before finding it, Dean cut in. “She looks absolutely fabulous, doesn’t she?”20130914_193033 (2)3604573660549900812..jpg
“Oh, yes right! Of course, she does! Well you two go on your merry way now! I guess I should be getting on to my kids’ next teacher.”
Dean and Carla rolled their eyes as the continued flirting down the hall. Neither of them could stand Kate. She was a jealous woman who loved to start gossip. She was especially jealous of the Steele’s. Carla was a big name in the architect industry, holding two master’s degrees, she was highly sought after. Her husband was ex-military, and now he was a State Trooper, quickly working his way up the ranks. Rumor had it that Kate even hated how respectful and well behaved their children were.
Once inside room 117, Carla and Dean began to make out while waiting for their child’s teacher to come back. Dean wasted no time sliding a hand up his wife’s short dress, she gasped loudly. “Shhh!” Dean joked as his mouth nuzzled her ear then assaulted her neck.
The door creaked open and both parents jumped. “Ahem!” Dr. Kara was a little surprised to catch to adults making out in her classroom, but a quick once over and she understood. “I can see you two are anxious to get out of here, so I’ll make this quick.”
Carla squeezed her legs together as the meeting wore on. The heat radiating from between her thighs was making her uncomfortably horny. She could see her husband, sitting so erect, like something else in his pants. He was trying to keep his eyes away from her, but he kept glancing over, devouring her, making her hot and moist.
The bell rung sounding it was time for them to move on to the next classroom. Carla had other plans. She grabbed Dean’s hand and rushed down the hallway, knocking past the other parents who looked at the couple in bewilderment. They practically knocked Kate over as Carla led them to the teacher’s lounge, where she knew there was a restroom that would give them some privacy.
Once inside, they let their inhibitions go. Their hands groped with passionate hunger through clothes until they found the parts they so desperately needed. Carla freed her husband’s erection as he expertly removed her thong. He picked her up and sat her on the sink counter as she guided his heavy cock to her opening, filling her, stretching her. “Oooohhh gawd! Dean you feel so good!” Dean finally got to get his hands on his wife’s breast, kneading her nipples, squeezing just enough to make her wince, as he began to thrust. She wrapped her long brown legs around him, forcing him to impale her with every inch. Their mouths wrestled with one another; her hands gripped his ass as he began to drill her violently.
Dean couldn’t believe how wet Carla was. It took every bit of concentration not to explode. Even after two children, his wife was as tight as ever. Dean pulled out abruptly, turned Carla around and bent her over the sink counter. Her hands up on the mirror, he pushed back inside of her with a grunt. He pulled her dress up revealing her tattoo20190622_1153054571101334995578002.jpg which drove him wild, and he did a thing that caused her to squirt. Amid being pounded, Carla felt pressure on her asshole. Not that she wanted to protest, but before she knew it, a finger was inserted. To keep from screaming she used one hand to cover her mouth, but she was unable to control the orgasm that took over her body. His knees buckled and she dropped to the floor as her flower gushed.
During their frenzied fucking, they forgot to close the bathroom door, giving Kate a free peep show. Neither noticed until Dean came hard in Carla’s mouth. Kate gasped causing the couple to stare in disbelief. Kate had caught them before on multiple occasions, but never outside of their home. In fact, it was their belief that she spied on them.
Carla winked up at her husband, turned to Kate, and stuck her tongue out, showing her the contents.
Dean threw his head back and laughed as she stormed out. “Fuck! We I think we missed Mr. Hawthorne’s class! We better get cleaned—” Dean looked down at his trousers, “We better go.” They laughed as they ran from the building, hand in hand, off to fuck again in the restaurant parking lot as they waited for their table to be called.

Work in Progress

So this morning I finally sat down and began to work on something that may or may not be bigger than what I initially intended. I do not get to write/post the way I would like, but my mind is always coming up with new things to jot down.

Once I have gotten the main idea of this current piece I’m working on, I will share it with you all! Take care until then!

Eloquent Kisses

Ever so eloquent you stand with your back to me
Quick as a kitten, silent as a whisper
I entangle you in a warm embrace, my lips attack your neck
You push against me, melting into the strength of my arms.
My lips finish their gentle assault and softly
I say, “I love you.”

A Kiss Like Lightening

He sat in the diner sipping his coffee. He could not help but notice the waitress at the door with the green tee-shirt and tight jeans. She was dark brown, cute with high cheek bones, smooth skin, and eyes that flashed seductively.
“Can I get you anything?” Her voice sang to him through an imaginary fog. He held her gaze briefly before responding, “More coffee—please.” She smiled and as she walked away her thick hips swayed with an intoxicating rhythm.
She was perfect—not too thick, not too thin. His thoughts raced with controversy. Was it wrong to desire this woman? Even if it was only for the night?
His gaze lingered out the window of the diner as the rain swam through the night—lightening flashed, and thunder rumbled.
“Your coffee, sir.” She smiled, and her teeth shone like a thousand pearls.
“May I ask you your name?” He asked as she took the liberty to sit across from him.
“Tanya, with an ‘A’.” She never bothered to ask him his name. She merely sat, enjoying the mysteriousness of this gentleman.
Deep down, she too felt a conviction for wanting him, but—for some odd reason, she felt a strange sense of pity for this man as well.
The diner was well lit and slightly noisy. There was no room for privacy. He had conflicting thoughts and feelings running through him. Now that I know her name, where do I go from here.
“What happened to your arm?” She asked referring to the bandage he was wearing. He explained about the accident he had at work three days ago.
“Your eyes—they are absolutely stunning!” She said as she took his hand and led him away from the table and towards the door.
There was an electric vibe coursing between the two, something neither had felt before.
Standing at his car they shared a kiss full of passion—like the lightening flashing around them. Tanya slipped her number into his hand.
He let go as his convictions began to fade, but a sadness remained. She saw it in his eyes that he was going home to an empty bed. Explains the pity she thought. Poor thing must be aggravating.
He felt confused. He felt free, he felt ashamed—relieved and burdened. Being a young widower, his heart still ached for his beloved—but his body craved release. Every face belonged to her, every caress gave him flashbacks of the vivid love they once shared.
“The coffee is on me,” she sang through the rain. She sauntered back into the diner as lightening burst through the dark sky and thunder hollered over the rain.

Dinner Party Pt 1

Her breath quickened. At the table with friends, boldly his hand rested between her thighs. He could feel the heat emanating from her delicate flower. “Hey, Felicia, how did that project…” she took a deep breath as his hand now began massaging her most private place. “Um, ooh, yeah um how did that project work out for you?” Felicia began describing the ups and downs of a budget crisis at her job while Denise’s friend continued his game.
Leaning over she whispered seductively, “You have no idea what you are doing.” Rob stopped. “Meet me upstairs in the bathroom.” She excused herself. Moments later Rob’s phone rang, “Yeah sure, uh, I’ll be right there. Hey guys, um, I’m going to go check on Denise, she said she’s not feeling well.”
“Oh no, is she ok?” Carol asked.
“She said she was feeling hot all over,” Rob smirked. Once upstairs he closed the door to the bathroom. “Fuck me, right now!” Their lips met violently as Rob slid his hands under skirt moving her thong out of the way. “Turn around,” he said aggressively, pushing her over the sink.
Rob shoved himself into her sex with force, causing a hungry groan to slip through her delicate lips. “This feels so good, but its not good,” Denise panted. Rob knew what she was referring to, but neither one of them was willing to stop. “Do it, go head baby.” She could tell he was close. With their friends downstairs, Rob grunted and convulsed, pumping his friend with his seed. “Splash some water on your face,” and back downstairs they went, his cum dripping into her already damp underwear.
“Hey girl, are you ok?”
“Oh, yes, now I am. Rob helped me cool off.”

-SpKn

House Warming

The housewarming had ended, Kevin was coming back in from escorting the last guests to their cars. He was in search of Casey, his wife. Her back was to him in their new kitchen.
“Mmhm, look at this here hot sexy lady of mine!” He exclaimed in his big booming voice. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck, “You smell good, you look good,” his hands began roaming, caressing her waist, her thighs. The jean skirt and wife beater she wore had him hot for her all evening. Twice he caught her bending over showing off her ample cleavage and he had to fight the urge to give his guests a show. Now was his chance. He loved that about Casey, she could communicate her need/want for him with such confidence no matter who was around.
Casey playfully tried to get him to stop, but his hands on her breasts felt amazing, and the throbbing of his manhood pressed against had her warm and moist. “Mm, baby, Darlene, she’s still here, she’s…” Kevin cut her off, his hand was now between her legs, rubbing with love and passion at her clit, “Shh, don’t worry about her.” His breath was hot and heavy. Casey knew he possibly had a few too many beers, but she also knew she wore this outfit for this very purpose.
Darlene had come down from the bathroom just in time to hear Kevin tell his wife not to worry about her. Just in time to see him pull all eight inches of his magnificent cock out of his pants. Casey was bent down on the table, her right leg up on it, her skirt pulled over her ass. She gasped, but apparently neither of them heard her. She just stood there, watching. She watched as Kevin began to inch his way inside of her friend, she listened as Casey moaned.
“Ugh, baby girl you feel so good, I swear I didn’t think I’d make it till the guests left!” Kevin’s hands massaged his wife’s shoulders as he began to stroke her love canal. “Damn babe, you’re soaked!” Casey moaned, she had been wanting him all evening. She knew the shorts she picked out for him showed off his package, but she didn’t care, she liked to show him off in that manner. She was always certain to take care of him. She saw how some of the other women looked at and even flirted with him. It made her hot to watch. But now, here she was bent over the table, she had to put her leg back down, her husband deep inside her, moans growing louder, she was on the verge.
Darlene began to get wet. Shit! She thought, I shouldn’t be here! I need to go sit outside… but she couldn’t. Her friend’s body was amazing, and her friend’s husband seemed to know how to work it. She and her husband never did anything so bold, so uncouth, so disgusting. The kitchen table, of all places, with a guest still in the—Darlene’s hand was in her pants, rubbing aggressively at her clit. Casey had taken off her top, her bare breasts bounced back and forth as she pushed her hips back into her husband’s. “Fuuckk! Give it to me babe! Fuck me! Harder!!” Darlene’s other hand went up her shirt and she began to roll a nipple. To her utter amazement, Kevin stopped his pounding and turned Casey around. She sat up on the table and he got down on his knees. What he did next sent Darlene’s head spinning.
Kevin’s tongue danced with Casey’s clit. First he back to gently suck and slup. Casey waited anxiously for what was next. Boom!!! She exploded, gushing violently as her husband’s tongue worked a figure eight then dove inside of her. She gripped the sides of the table so hard the brown skin on her knuckles began to flush.
Darlene’s hands moved faster, harder. She knew they weren’t done. Kevin stood up and entered Casey again, giving her no time to recover. Casey tingled all over, sweat began to bead around her hair line, matting down her hair down. Kevin picked her up causing Casey to cry out as all of him abruptly disappeared deep inside.
Darlene was jealous. Watching her best friend get fucked this way, she only wished she and her husband could break out of their constraints, be this—this bold, this wild. She found herself being jealous of the tool that was bounding her friend into oblivion, wishing her husband was as hung, as creative. Her breath quickened. Fuck! She thought, I can’t let this go standing here in their new home. But she did, she bit her lip as an orgasm ripped her body apart. She almost collapsed, but she regained her composure and hobbled back into the family room.
From there Darlene listened as her friend Casey was fucked for another ten minutes before she heard the most beautiful sound, Kevin moaning and growling. She had decided to go back, and she was just in time to see Casey on her knees, her husband emptying his balls into her mouth. Her dark eyes glittered with pleasure as she looked up at him.
Darlene didn’t realize how exposed she was. Casey happened to glance over and see her, standing there. Their eyes met, and she displayed her salty treat to Kevin, driving him wild as she played with his creamy gift of protein, she smiled with pride and joy at her friend, who sheepishly blushed and backed away.
Darlene went back to the couch, hot, bothered, and embarrassed. She texted her husband Darren hoping he was close.

Affection

this is an excerpt from a larger piece I have been working on for some time now.

He wasn’t sure how this happened, or maybe he was, and he just didn’t want to acknowledge it.
She hungrily accepted his tongue dancing poetically with her most intimate place.

It was that red dress. The moment he saw her in it, his heart began racing. He wore a pair of fitted grey dress slacks and a button down that showed off his physique. She was impressed with the way his clothes fit, he had been talking about working out and dieting and she saw the fruits of his labor.
In a dark corner of Longhorn, they sat, both obviously a bit nervous. They had each made sure that their responsibilities were unaware and preoccupied.
His eyes ate her up. Her dress hugged every curve. It didn’t help he loved her eyes, and that smile. She had greeted him with a hug and felt the slightest impression of an erection to which she blushed.
After a dinner filled with laughter, they went to the waterfront.
She felt like a teenager, her heart was racing, his voice, dropping kind words and compliments kept her breathless. She had to keep it together.
“I know you say it’s not you I find beautiful, but you do not understand what or how i feel about you. I want as much of you as i can have, I would love to make love to you. I think highly of you and i have wanted to say these words for quite some time now. I am very much interested in that silky-smooth skin of yours, those lips,” he thought he’d explode right then and there as she turned into him and kissed him. Those lips, they were like a moist cloud, or a refreshing breeze against his own.

And so here they were, her hands clenching the sheets as his tongue dove into her, driving her over the edge yet again.
It was his turn, she pleasured him the way she knew he wanted, maybe even deserved. He watched as she took all of him into her mouth, making magic happen with her tongue. He panted and grunted as he held on for dear life.

They locked eyes as she lowered herself onto him. Instinctively he began kissing and sucking her breasts, something he fantasized about a thousand times over. She rocked and ground her pelvis into him, as he thrust upwards.
He wanted to change positions, but their lips locked in a fiery kiss and his hands slid down her back and caressed her backside. With eyes wide open she tightened, stiffened, her head back she let out a gasp of ecstasy as another orgasm ripped her body apart. Simultaneously she felt him convulse, he cried out her name as he released years of bottled up passion stored away just for her. He rested his face in the crest of her neck, hers in his, their breath ragged and warm.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! He awoke, startled by the aggravating sound of his alarm clock. Frustrated, he looked down and saw the affect the dream had on him. He got up, hoping he didn’t talk in his sleep, and prepared for another day working with this woman he loved… yes, he loved two women. He had admitted and accepted as much. She doubted he would ever act on an impulse, and he tried to reassure her that he would and could. Yet inside he had a deep level of respect and wished she would act on an impulse. So, he showered and replayed the images from his dream as he pleasures himself. He needed that release if he were to work near her and not try something stupid…. To be continued