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Fleshbot.com’s True Erotic Stories: Morning, Noon, and Night…

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8 a.m. Thanksgiving

He rolls over to me before the alarm goes off. Before we have to get up and get ready for the cooking and the cleaning and the people. Right now it’s just us.

His hand runs over my belly, down to the edge of my pajamas, and his fingers stroke my skin just inside the waistband. I wriggle closer, sliding under the covers. He’s already pulled off his t-shirt and shorts. His hard cock nudges my hip as D pulls the tie open and pushes my pants down. Continue reading

Fleshbot.com’s True Sex Stories: The Drive

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The cab was beautiful. Sarah had told me the story while we ate: Her father had bought the truck so they could drive together, but a stroke had kept him from being able to stay on the road. Now Sara and Bruce were a long-haul team in a rig most young drivers would never have been able to afford. As I hauled myself up the two steps behind Sara, I was amazed by the color-coordinated interior. Orange and black seats. Tufted orange leather upholstery on the ceiling. Retro wood-grain trim. It was gorgeous. Continue reading

Erotic Story: Sweet Transvestite, by Thomas Roche


By Thomas Roche 

When Brooke saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show poster on the wall, she knew she was going to wank. It’s not like it should have surprised her; after all, she had spent her last two years in this house fetishizing that image, dreaming about that pout on Tim Curry’s face coming wickedly close to hers. She’d also spent a substantial portion of her last two years in this house fighting with her supposedly libertine mom over that poster (“It’s not that I object, I just don’t understand why you would want to look at a picture like that every day!”) Mom had finally given in and shut up about it, but to the day Brooke went away to college, she’d avoided coming into Brooke’s bedroom. Continue reading

Fleshbot’s True Sex Stories: Beneath Your Beautiful


By Scarlett Dubois

There are moments in time, an hour, a week, a month—which ever stands out–that you feel the luckiest, the most loved, and highly desired by one person. It feels right; cosmic in the sense that you know you belong in this moment and no one else could have taken your place. That love and fondness can exist in a moment of such global and personal sadness; and although you know what awaits for you when you fall from this cloud, the view was worth the climb… Continue reading

Fleshbot.com True Erotic Stories: The Human Body Is Full Of Cock

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69toinfinityA few days after these events (you can read Parts 1 and 2 of this account here and here), we went to a dress-up party. It’s a lovely venue, very much like a portal to a long-forgotten world, with its dusky lights and old building smells, feathered masks and glittery dancers.

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Hot Erotica: Double Teaming A Woman With My Husband (via Fleshbot.com)


The night after our fivesome, Ace had arranged an FMF threesome with Bonnie, a hot 40-year-old surfer chick from Jersey. The two had met at the high-end sex party we went to a few months back (while I was busy doing my breathplay + electroplay scene with slave-boy), but she wasn’t playing that night. When they finally fucked a few weeks ago, Ace said it was some of the best, and roughest, sex he’d had in a long time. So he was eager to meet up with her again, this time with me included.

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Fleshbot.com’s True Sex Stories: A Midday Bisexual MMF Quickie


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After having spent the whole day in bed watching homoerotic MMF porn – courtesy of the amazing Fuck Yeah! Friendly Fire blog – I had to get some action. Some bisexual MMF threesome action specifically. Although I’ve had quite a few experiences lately involving more than one man (seehere or here), none of them contained any intentional contact between the guys – all guys were very straight, and a few of them had some homophobia issues. So it’d been a very very long time (at least 6 years) since my last bisexual MMF experience and I was really craving it. I was also ovulating, and therefore particularly horny, and my husband was away for the week leaving me all alone in Outdoorsville.

So naturally, I took to Craigslist. Sometimes CL can be a drag, but this time I got really lucky. Right off the bat I saw an ad by a 40-year-old “hot, fit, hung bi guy” looking for an adventurous couple or single women to play with. He claimed he had a buddy he could enlist for single women applicants. Based on the photos, both him and his buddy had really nice, 6-packed bodies and decent size cocks. They were both married and on the DL, so I didn’t get to see any face shots. As is often the case with married men, they could only meet during the day. I would normally refuse, I try to get work done during the day, but I was so horny that day, that I couldn’t get any work done anyway. So we arranged to meet at a gas station in front of the hotel where they would rent a room, do a quick ‘attraction check’, and if we were all into it, head up for some quick fun. Apparently one of them had to go back to work, so we didn’t have much time. Not ideal, but better than nothing.

They were already there when I arrived at the gas station a few minutes late, standing next to each other, between their two cars. They were clearly older than 40, probably in their late 40′s, if not older. They lied about their age, but that’s OK. What mattered most was that they were both fairly good looking. The one I had been emailing with, Ron, was blond with strikingly blue eyes and a 3-day stubble. His buddy Mick was dark haired and clean shaven. Both were nicely tanned, and their t-shirts lay flat on their stomachs. Just to make sure their body shots were real, I slid my hands under each of their shirts and ran my fingers over their stomachs. Definitely flat and hard, with at least a 4-pack each. Perfect.

“So, are we approved? Should we get a room?” asked Mick as soon as introductions were over.

“I think so.” I smiled back.

We started making out in the elevator. As soon as we walked into the room, Ron was instantly naked and his dick was already rock hard. Mick followed suit stripping, and then helped me out of my dress. There was no wasting time with these two. I would normally need a bit more of an intro, but I was already pretty horny, so that was OK.

I took a few seconds to take in their well-preserved bodies, their bulging arms and chest, their visible abs. I really admire men in their 40′s and older who manage to stay that fit. I almost want to fuck them to just to reward them for their hard work. I then dropped down on my knees and got acquainted with their cocks. Both cut, Ron sported a very hard 7” erection of a decent girth, and Mick’s cock was slightly smaller and thinner but just as hard. I held one in each hand, and then pulled them closer together until the tips touched and I could lick both of them at the same time. I took one of them in my mouth at a time, alternating back and forth for a bit, until I realized, wait, they’re bi, I can put both of them in my mouth at the same time, and they won’t freak out. So I pulled the two men even closer together, until most of their shafts were touching parallel to one another, grabbed both cocks with one hand and wrapped my lips around them. They weren’t too thick so I could easily fit them both in my mouth. I started sucking like there was no tomorrow. I was in slut-heaven, there are few things I love more than having two cocks in or around my mouth at the same time. And when Ron reached around and fondled Mick’s balls, I thought I was going to cum right there and then.

They threw me on the bed. I kept sucking Mick’s cock, while Ron went down on me. “You have such a sweet pussy” he would say again and again. As my long time readers know, I’m not a big fan of receiving oral, but when it’s in combination with something else – like sucking cock – it’s a different story. And then it happened – Ron came up to join me and slid Mick’s cock between his lips. I’ve shared a cock with countless women, but I have rarely had the pleasure of sharing a cock with a man. He couldn’t get it in as deep as I could, but just seeing Ron’s stubbly face slide up and down on a dick was such a turn-on.

Mick couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed a condom to fuck me. I was on my back at the edge of the bed with Mick standing in front of me and Ron kneeling by my head. Ron’s dick entered my mouth at the same time as Mick’s dick entered my now soaking wet pussy. They fucked both my holes slowly and gently at first. Then, as Mick started thrusting harder, Ron got on his knees and started licking and lightly biting my nipples while his fingers started exploring my asshole right underneath Mick’s cock. My first orgasm started to build up, and when Ron stuck two fingers deep in my ass while Mick was hammering my tight pussy, I exploded in screams and grunts, digging my nails into each of their arms. Mick pulled out, and Ron hungrily lapped at the juices flowing out of my swollen cunt.

I laid both of them on the bed next to each other sort of sideways, so their cocks were close enough to blow both at the same time. I held them together with each hand, rubbing them against each other, stuffing both of them in my mouth. I could get them about half way down. Then Ron started fucking my face while his buddy’s cock just sat in my mouth. I could’ve done that for hours, my pussy getting more and more wet.

But Ron had other ideas. He rolled on a Magnum, turned me around, and started fucking me doggy style. Mick stood in front of me and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I arched my back, so I could feel Ron’s hardness all the way inside me, and opened my throat to let Mick fuck my face deep and hard, taking only occasional breaks to get some air. He really loved getting deepthroated, and I love getting spit roasted, gagging on a cock while getting pounded from behind. It wasn’t long before I started grunting in another orgasm, tightening my pussy muscles around Ron’s cock, my legs shaking and my screams muffled by Mick’s cock shoved down my throat.

That must’ve been too much for Ron, because a second later he pulled out, ripped the condom off and started squirting cum on his way to my mouth. Only the last few bits of cum actually made it into my mouth, the rest landed on my back, the bed, and most notably, Mick’s thigh. I licked both of them clean, slightly disappointed that Ron had already cum.

“Don’t worry, luv,” he reassured me, “I can keep going. You won’t notice the difference.”

And he was right. I didn’t.

Mick was now dying to fuck me again. I was still on my knees, so he took Ron’s place behind me, entering my well-oiled cunt once more. But then Ron, instead of doing what any straight guy in this situation would normally do – just simply shoving his cock in my mouth – he slid his body underneath mine in a 69 position. So he did shove his cock in my mouth, but at the same started licking my clit while his friend was fucking my pussy. OH MY GOD! I take back everything bad I’ve ever said about being eaten out – this was simply mindblowing. It felt so good to have a pair of lips and a tongue lap at my clit while a hard cock was sliding in and out of my cunt and another hard cock was rammed down my throat. I started grinding my crotch into Ron’s face, knowing that at the same time his face was getting slapped by Mick’s balls with each thrust. I lost it. I came again, saturating Ron’s face with my juices and screaming god’s name in vain.

They didn’t stop. They kept fucking and licking, and the stimulation just kept going. Then, just as I was going to have yet another orgasm, Mick stopped and decided to turn me around and fuck me in missionary with my knees up at the edge of the bed with Mick standing. While Mick was putting on a condom, Ron was kneeling above me on the bed, slapping my face with his still hard cock.

“Give your cock to Mick while he’s fucking me.” I playfully ordered Ron. He stood up, moved closer to Mick, and positioned himself right at Mick’s mouth. Ron’s dick entered Mick’s mouth at the same time as Mick’s dick entered my aching pussy. Ah what I view! Mick swallowed Ron’s cock a bit awkwardly, but hungrily as he kept pounding into me. Not long after that, and without much warning, he pulled out, took the condom off, and spurted cum all over my stomach. He then went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Ron and I alone. Ron got back down on his knees and started licking my nipples, awfully close to where Mick’s cum was.

“You gonna lick his cum off of me?” I asked, thinking – hoping – that that’s what he was going to do.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe next time?” he hesitated.

“Why not?” I was curious.

“I don’t know, I’m still working up to some things…”

“Oh come on, just a little bit,” I said as I scooped up a tiny drop of Mick’s cum with my finger and brought it to Ron’s lips. He took my finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Mmmm… I did the same with some more of Mick’s cum. Baby steps…

He then stood up and got in front of me, taking a few good licks at my pussy that his friend had just fucked so well, and then took his place and started fucking me in the same missionary position with my knees up right at the edge of the bed. Mick walked back in the room and started getting dressed – he had to get back to work. But I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I wanted at least one more orgasm involving both of them.

“I was promised two cocks,” I complained. “This is not fair. Mick, come over here just for a little bit more before you go.”

He approached the other edge of the bed where my head was and let me play with his now mostly limp cock that still some residual hardness to it. I wrapped my lips around it, licking and sucking on it while Ron was fucking my pussy and I was rubbing my clit. That in and of itself is usually enough to make me cum hard, but then, without any incentives from me, Ron leaned over and started sucking Mick’s cock together with me. He was so passionate about it and totally into it, kissing me through his buddy’s dick, passing it back and forth between our mouths, licking it along one side while I was licking it along the other. It was beyond words. At one point, Ron took all of Mick’s cock in his mouth, and that view of this handsome man with a sexy blond stubble enthusiastically taking his friend’s cock between his lips put me over the edge. I screamed in yet another orgasm bucking my hips against Ron’s and squeezing his cock inside my pussy for all it was worth.

“You can go now,” I told Mick smiling. He gave me a kiss, got dressed and left.

Ron wasn’t done yet, and I could certainly have another orgasm after all that sexiness, so we just kept fucking. He got on the bed and started thrusting into me sideways, which slowly turned into doggy style, which then led to me sliding lower and lower until I was in my favorite position – with my ass only slightly up in the air and my right hand on my clit. This position seemed to work for Ron quite well too, because each time I would get close to coming, he would as well, and would pull out trying to make it last longer. He kept teasing me like that for a while until I couldn’t take it any more. The next time I felt my climax building up, I begged him to keep fucking and not stop. We both came at the same time.

We fell on the bed, all sweaty and spent. I said I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Oh no, no, I can’t believe our luck!” he objected. “You are such a hot, sexy woman, my God! It’s so hard to find women to play with. I’ve always said that one day I’m gonna stop cheating on my wife, but I’m so glad that didn’t happen before I met you.”

We chatted for a while. It turned out Ron was lying about a couple of things. They were definitely not 40 – Ron was 51, and Mick was 53. I was impressed. They looked really good for their age. For any age for that matter. Mick wasn’t married – Ron was just using that as an excuse to not send face pix. But most fascinating of it all – they had never done anything with each other before. They had been in group sex situations two or three times before, but they acted completely straight, never touched each other or sucked each other’s cocks. Apparently, they didn’t even talk about doing something like this with each other beforehand, Ron was simply assuming – hoping – that Mick would be OK with it, since he knew Mick had had a bisexual experience with some other guy in the past. I was a little taken aback by that. I wish I’d known it was their first time together, I would’ve played it a little differently, allowed them to savor it some more! Either way, that was an amazing experience and I can’t wait to do it again.

I’ve been thinking about it ever since and my pussy is still wet three days later…

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Fleshbot’s True Sex Stories: I Shave My Privates Bare for Him


By Hyacinth Jones

He played my body like an aged rock star, the strings of my body a part of his own, my notes his own voice and my reverberations deep in his bones.

I lay on my back and my lashes fluttered, the ceiling fan silently whirred.  I briefly thought, “I need to dust,” and then was jerked back by his soft tongue lapping at my pussy.  My newly shaved bare pussy.

I have resisted the trend to make myself look prepubescent for years.  I’ve ranted and raved about it, been stubbornly against it, but The Neighbor’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago and I wanted to do something special for him.  Something he’d never ask for and something I knew he quietly wanted.

“I’ve never been with anyone who’s entirely shaved,” he mentioned to me once.  “I know you think it’s nasty, but I think it’s kinda hot.  Forbidden.”  I’d listened patiently, snug in his nook, and played with his chest hair.

Lina was all shaved,” I said quietly.

“Ugh.  Don’t remind me!”

And that was the moment I made my decision.  I wanted to erase her from his memory banks and replace her with visions of my creamy, smooth cunt, shaved just for him.

I was surprised to realize that the decision felt good.  There was no pressure to conform or to “look like that.”  This was a gift for the man I love.

The night before his birthday I stood under scorching hot water and let the heat soak into my bones.  I filled my hand with cream and spread it on my little patch of hair.  My 5-blade razor made quick work on the top and I pulled and stretched the folds of my vulva to get all the little hairs hiding in the crevices.

Then, despite Dumb Dommes’ misgivings about shaving your own asshole, I bent forward, spread my cheeks, slathered on shaving cream, and carefully lay the razor in my crack and dragged outward until the blades came out hair-free.  I was smooth as a petal now.

As I toweled off I peeked at my handiwork and quickly covered back up.  It looked foreign, weird, exceptionally naughty.  I blushed and got dressed for bed, excited to see him later.  It was a good night, that first reveal.

But now his birthday had long since passed as I lay with my legs splayed as his wicked tongue stroked me.  The bristles of his beard — which he was growing just for me — were soft and scruffy on my inner thighs and plump vulva.  I was in motherfucking heaven.

He sneaked his right hand under my bottom and slipped a curved finger inside of me and my face sparkled with pleasure, my teeth chattered.  I gasped and bucked and writhed, his face clung to my center like a cowboy wearing the biggest belt buckle around.

“I need a break!” I whispered suddenly.  “Oh my God, I need a break!”  I was overloaded, on the brink of total torture, not release.  “Please, holy shit, you’re so good at that, I need a break,” I panted again as he stopped and slowly slipped his finger out.

His face was plastered with a grin and a sheen.

I closed my eyes and prepared to get a grip when I felt his finger slide back into me, only this time it was multiple fingers.  “No,” I squeaked weakly, “I can’t handle it!”  I felt both his hands on my knees spread me apart.  I opened my eyes and saw him standing between my legs, looking down at me like a hungry cat, his cock buried in my pussy to the hilt.  His dark pubic hair looked stark against my bare mound.

I imagined what he saw then: my bare body, white, with no interruptions, large breasts slightly flattened that jiggled with my giggles as I realized he’d done a switch on me.

“I thought that was your finger!” I laughed.

“I’m insulted!” he said as he thrust into me and smiled broadly.

“Multiple fingers!” I corrected myself.

He gripped my knees from underneath and hauled me closer to him.  My bottom hung off the edge of the bed.  He pushed deeply into me and the tingling from my face, which his talented mouth had begun, ebbed and traveled down to my center.  I moaned and floated away on more blooming orgasms  — pink and bright, soft, long, and cloudy — as he increased the tempo.  I let go and bounced along like a leaf on a rapid.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked my ankles pulling him closer.  He rammed into me and his giant cock slid up through my belly to my goddamned throat.

My hands twisted in the sheets and arched my back against him when he suddenly stopped and quietly stared at me.  I was confused.

He stooped to pick something up and held up my Hitachi triumphantly.

I shook my head No.  He nodded Yes then added, “You are going to cum with me inside of you.”

He flicked the wand on and handed it to me.  Defeated I draped my crotch with a sheet for a small buffer and pressed the head against me.  I jumped and began the climb and he started to move.

I lost myself then.  I couldn’t tell where he ended and the vibrator began.  He was my everything then.  My pleasure, my pain, my torture, my release.  He thrust again and again and I burst at the seams, light split me apart, my cells detached and I screamed and rolled my eyes like a wild mare as I was obliterated in darkness and light; his cock my anchor to Earth and to love and to life.  I was split apart like Neo with the Matrix and I began to sob uncontrollably as it went on and on and on.

Finally, I fell back into my shell.  It had released me.

He scooped me up and held me as tears spilled from my eyes.  I felt so, so small.  Eternally small.

I cried because I only ever felt this way with this man and it was always slipping away.  I cried because I didn’t deserve the pleasure.  I cried because I did.

He kissed and crooned to me and I buried my face in his chest and inhaled his sweet, clean scent.  I rolled to my back and he stroked my naked mound.  His fingers felt warm, honest.  My silly shaved pussy was worth every blush and every moment of post-feminist guilt I’d been experiencing.   A passport to 45 minutes of losing my mind will always be worth it.

He told me he would be leaving soon and I squeezed him tightly.  Happy to have made him so happy.  He loved it and I loved that he loved it.

And I felt motherfucking lucky.

It’s not every day I have someone for whom to shave my pussy bare.  He’s one lucky motherfucker.

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Thursdays Are for Threesomes


I stayed at John’s place and did a bit of writing in the morning. I had invited missie to a show, but didn’t quite believe she was going to join me. John had band practice till midnight. At home, I cleaned up my room with more élan than usual, but left a bit of a mess, out of superstition. When it was time to go out, I wore an over the top billowy dress made of silk, with fishnets, ridiculously high-heeled boots, and long feathered earrings. I got there early and exchanged pleasantries with a friend. I confessed how stupidly nervous I was.

And then she appeared, short of breath, dressed like an elf,  with leggings and a top sliding off her white shoulder, her hair braided to one side. We smiled big smiles and leaned against each other. We went round the room to explore it and found a retro photo booth. We posed and sat very still for one minute, staring into each other’s eyes, her fingers almost touching my lips. My pussy juices drenched my panties. She couldn’t stop touching my dress. We ran into each other in the bathroom and she embraced me in the mirror, from behind. She said I looked like a dark fairy, ruling over a kingdom of birds. I liked that. We sat down. I put my arm around her and tried to kiss her, but she turned away. Fine, I said to myself. You want to be in charge. I don’t care. I’ll be the girl.

The show was sexy, funny, and messy. Sheeba was there. So was Glam Boy. Suzanne laughed and joked with them as if they’d known each other for years. She liked the mess. At the interval, we found some seats up front. ‘Do you mind that everyone is going to see me stroking you now?’, she asked. ‘Not at all’. I was aware of what a striking couple we were, attracting longing looks from ladies and gentlemen alike. Everyone in the room could sense the attraction between us, making the colours more vivid. She and I hugged, nibbled on each other’s ears, her soft small hand in mine.

John texted to tell me that practice was over and he was on his way. I texted directions. For whatever reason, he mistakenly understood that I was there alone and confessed later he wouldn’t have joined me had he known Suzanne was there too. He sat on a chair behind us for the rest of the show and must have felt a bit weird. We walked out together, the three of us, laughing and joking till it was time to say goodbye. ‘Should we go to mine?’, I offered. She nodded enthusiastically. ‘I want to see where you live’. On the train, she regaled us with stories of threesomes and other sexual exploits.

At home, in the kitchen, I poured us wine. She and I started kissing. Finally. Her lips were soft. I brought her closer to the sofa, where John sat, at a distance away. I kissed her. He enjoyed the spectacle. I grabbed him and drew him closer and smiled a smile of pride at making things happen. They kissed while I watched them closely and straddled them both. That was incredibly hot. There I was, watching my own private porn with two of the sexiest people on the planet. I’m so fucking lucky. I said, ‘you two continue without me’ and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw her straddling John and telling him what a good boy he was, because he had such good taste in women. Amen to that.

I took their hands and dragged them to the bedroom. The rest of our clothes slipped away. When Suzanne saw the mirror, she stopped, transfixed, wrapped the feather boa around her and looked longingly at herself. ‘Hey, we’re here too’, John laughed. We collapsed on the bed. I found her clit under a tuft of wiry hair. She and I kissed and fingered each other. John fingered her. He went down on her while we kissed, then he went down on me while he fingered her. This was going well. I longed for his cock, so I drew him closer and unwrapped his package like a gift on Christmas morning. I took his cock in my mouth. Suzanne brought her mouth closer and we took turns kissing and teasing his cock. We moaned loud.

He fucked me from behind while I kissed Suzanne’s narrow pussy. It tasted metallic. She writhed with pleasure under my touch. I proposed to switch sides. ‘Lie down’, I said to John, and unrolled a condom with my mouth. I sat on his face and kissed her while she bounced on his cock. This required more coordination than we could muster, so we collapsed in a giggling pile, our limbs intertwined. I then went on top while Suzanne lay besides him. For a few happy minutes, I fingerfucked her and fucked him, controlling our rhythm with my hips. I loved it. I sucked on his cock while he kissed her. I stretched my arm to put a hand between her legs but there was John’s hand, already fingering her. ‘Good boy’, I thought, teamwork. He came in my mouth forcefully, bitter. I kissed him. I kissed her. Minutes later, she teased his cock with her mouth again. He wriggled with pleasure under her new skilful touches and bit his lip, but he didn’t come again. I made her come with a finger inside her, while she rubbed her clit to a frenzy. She writhed and moaned. It went on like this for a while and it was great. It felt so natural. There was no weirdness, no jealousy. We all thought we were so very hot. From time to time, John and I exchanged glances, to make sure we were all all right.

He lay down between us, Suzanne and I perched on his strong, slender shoulders. She and I looked at each other lovingly. I then looked at John. Now he smiled the smug smile of boys who can hardly believe their luck. We laughed. I got sleepy first. She wore me out, the little devil, or maybe I was just exhausted with the week’s emotional ups and downs. I lay down between them, spooned by him, spooning her. I didn’t rest very well. It was hot and my pussy got sweaty. When one of us woke up for a second, we kissed and squeezed each other happily.


In the morning, he whispered ‘I love you’. I whispered ‘I love you’ back. I rubbed my bum against him and stayed still, feeling the waves of desire raising and filling us to the brim. I kissed her shoulder. She opened her eyes and her mouth looked for mine. I slid one hand between her legs. With the other hand I reached John’s cock and pushed it inside me. It slid effortlessly. All of us moaned.

He took me from behind. I filled my mouth with her pussy and opened it wide with my fingers. My tongue relaxed to welcome her metallic, tobacco-like smell. I sucked on her clit and came hard under the pounding of John’s long, hard cock. John pulled out and made me come again and again with his dexterous fingers. He hopped in the shower, happy to be a part of it, sorry to leave. Suzanne’s pussy billowed around my fingers. ‘Did you come?’, ‘Not yet. Curve your fingers. Like that. Yes, yes, yes!!!’ She moaned like crazy and her pussy walls clenched. She barely rested for a moment, then grabbed my pussy lips with her fingers and squeezed. I swooned. She then started to rub my clit a little too roughly. I tried to wriggle out of her grip. ‘But my fingers are cold’, she pleaded. John laughed:  ’You might have found your match’.

She and I spent the day in bed, kissing, stroking each other’s bellies and thighs, touching our nipples. We slipped in and out of sleep. We talked. We confessed how obsessed we had been with each other, how we kept talking about each other, how we experienced ‘a sexual tingling’ (her words) when we first met, how rare it is to feel such desire. She said she sensed I was very sexual and kind of dark. We kissed and hugged and looked at each other in the mirror. It felt like she was my, our girlfriend.

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Erotica: Sometimes I Hate My Body

Sometimes I Hate My Body

By Hyacinth Jones

“You ready?” He stood in my apartment, his gym bag over his shoulder. I was dressed in my work clothes still.

“Yeah, gimme a sec.”

He followed me back to my room and flopped down on the bed. Faisal jumped up to purr and meow and twist himself about The Neighbor. I peeled off my barely opaque white v-neck and my breasts bounced.

“Mmmm,” I heard from the bed. I flexed my abdomen and tried to push my insecurities away, focus on this man’s approval. I bent over to roll my skirt down over my hips and sucked in my stomach hoping the swell didn’t pooch out too much.

“That’s right baby, show me those tits.” He watched me beyond the end of the bed as if I were on stage; I clenched every core muscle I owned and stood up straight and smiled as I reached behind me to unhook my bra, trying to look nonchalant and confident. His eyes followed my every move as I tried to morph my body into that of a lithe dancer’s: arch my back, pull my shoulders back, face the audience, be lean and beautiful.

I gathered my workout clothes and scrunched up again to thread my legs into my leggings and cringed at how much I must seem the Michelin Man from the side. I imagined shaking it off, these thoughts invasive and cruel. Where was this coming from??

TN had stretched out on the bed and begun to absent-mindedly stroke his bulge. I tucked my breasts into the little shelf of a sports bra and said, “You know, I was about to jerk off when you knocked a minute ago.” I walked around to the side of the bed. ” There’s still time before class starts.”

The ugly voice inside my head was shouting at me, relentless. I felt awkward in my skin, undeserving, foolish for all of it. Orgasms can be my reprieve from such thoughts. TN didn’t spark them when he dropped by, he’d only walked into a snarling ant pit of self-loathing.

“Well, then let’s get going on that,” he replied as he watched me reach for my Hitachi.

I rested my knee on the mattress and planted my foot on the floor, my left arm straight and strong as I pressed the vibrating head to my crotch. Instantly I was on the magic carpet ride up, up, and up. TN had a front row seat to my cleavage cradled in white, an expanse of belly which I allowed to be whatever it was going to be — though I hoped it looked flat and muscular — and the swell of my hips encased in transparent Lululemon-like yoga pants.

He moaned a little and kept rubbing. I kept my eyes latched onto his hand, then I felt his free hand sweetly trace my breasts. “Is this ok?” he asked.


But it lasted only seconds.

Instead he pulled his shorts down and flopped out his erection, big and juicy before me. His hand began to whir and the sound of fap fap fap deliciously filled my ears. My ride was spiraling its way to the clouds, my lashes fluttered, I could see him staring at me as if I were a unicorn passing outside his window.

The orgasm shook me and just before it stole my breath I managed to whisper, “I’m gonna cum!” knowing it turned him on more than anything.

He quickly and neatly replaced his cock beneath his layers of clothes and pulled me into his arms. I hung on to his middle and laughed, waited a minute then pulled my shit together for the gym.

We worked out side by side, muscles bulged, faces red. I stared at myself in the mirror hating every goddamned music-pumping second of it. The orgasm relief had been fleeting — as I knew it would be — I was again beating myself down.

Other women in the class were athletic specimens, all narrow hips and beautifully wide shoulders, firm buttocks and roundly muscled arms. I was…. not.

I caught TN’s icy blue gaze on my cleavage in the mirror more than once, an appreciative gleam in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to protect me from myself. Yes, I thought, I have nice tits, but what about the rest of me?? I resigned myself to the Pig-Pen-cloud of low self-esteem and smiled wanly to the other class members as we put our weights away. I really just wanted to go home and lie down. Maybe die a little, hide under a rock, whatever.

When I get like this, seized by self-doubt and hate, I undoubtedly make a decision that will support this belief. That night, it was making Mac n’ Cheese out of a box for dinner — something I rarely eat, but will always make me feel at once comforted and like a complete failure. I ate 2/3 of the box in bed while watching The Taste, took a shower, and texted TN for our nightly cuddle. I wanted to skip it altogether, but he’d asked me to text him and so I did.

I lay there anxiously, tired, a pain pill shivering through my veins. I heard him snap his fingers through my darkened apartment and appear in my doorway. He removed the kitten, shut the door, turned out the overhead lights and flipped on the closet light for ambiance.

“What’s going on?” I asked, nervous, irritable, feeling like utter and complete shit.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, that’s what.” He came around the side of the bed and dropped his shorts. I reached out for his erection and it bobbed hot, thick, and clean in my palm. I chuckled half-heartedly and rolled away from him, my whiteness stark against the aubergine bedding.

“What are you doing?” he wondered aloud.

“Making you work for it,” I answered. He growled and pounced on me, wedged my knees apart and slid deep inside my body with one easy stroke. His clean strawberry dusted body thrust into my own vanilla scented one and we made a warm body dessert out of two naked people.

I clung to his hindquarters with my legs and wrapped my arms around his broad, fuzzy back; he grunted and kissed my neck and collar-bone. When he sat up to hitch my ankles on his shoulders I refused. My irritation and discomfort with my body had grown — my belly felt rounder — and suddenly, the fucking routine that went missionary-to-folded-in-half-to-orgasms seemed tired and only stoked my irritation.

I slipped my left leg between his knees and turned on my side. He held my right leg with his hand and nailed me to the headboard. I cringed when thoughts of Troy crowded my sad, addled brain — this had been a favorite position of ours. I quickly rotated again to my belly and I heard the soft smacking of our bodies on my bottom and Troy thankfully exited stage left.

From his new vantage point TN brought his free, lead hand down on my flank. Three excrutiating times. I cried out and went rigid, the sting down to my bone, and then I was granted a reprieve when he got a charlie horse and was forced to stop. We laughed at his misfortune and pulled apart.

I lay next to him and rubbed his massive hamstring chatting easily. I was waging a stupid little war with myself and decided to let him in on the secret; I felt shy and worried about opening up to him about my self-loathing and odd flash of low self-esteem.

“I feel really bad, TN. Like out of control. I don’t like the way I look all of a sudden. I hate feeling like this. I feel so stupid and dumb.”

He crooned to me and pulled me into his arms and tried to rationalize my irrational behavior. “Maybe you think you’re fatter than you are because your tits are so big,” he suggested not unhelpfully.

“Maybe…” I murmured.

“Hy, you’re very sexy and I think you’re extremely beautiful: your tits, your ass, especially your face.” I flushed at the compliments and with shame for needing to hear the words.

I thanked him and took a deep breath to embolden me to open up more. “So, there’s something else.” I heard him hold his breath a little. “When I’m in this kind of mood — feeling down on myself — what I really want is for you to throw me around. But,” and his low timbre joined mine perfectly, “I/you don’t know how to let you/me know that’s what I/you want.”

“Right,” I nodded into his chest.

“Well,” he said sitting up quickly. “Telling me to work for it is kind of perfect.”

He grabbed my wrists and I said quietly, “Work for it,” and held his gaze.

He repositioned himself between my legs and I tried to wriggle away, but he had me pinned. I was tired, yet thrilled at this little game before he had to leave and before I passed the fuck out under that rock I’d been pining after earlier.

He slammed into me, stroked me from the inside and nuzzled my neck, gripped my wrists like he was hanging over a cliff and I came once then twice with big, round blooms of pleasure. It was fast and fierce. Perfect.

He pulled out abruptly and I lay there bathed in light from the closet, my thighs rested on the tops of his as he sat on his heels. He ran his hands up from my hip bones to my ribcage and across the soft, mostly-flat plane of my belly. He groaned approval and apologized that he had to go. I nodded assent and assured him I was ready for him to leave.

He came around the side of the bed and wrapped his hand around my throat, tilted my head back as if to give me mouth-to-mouth and gently suckled my lips, his tongue soft and pliant while his hand gently squeezed — a kiss so unlike his usual hard, punishing, immobilizing goodbyes. I melted away into those lips of his surrounded by a little sea of scruff.

And just like that, for that magical moment, the cloud lifted and I felt a bright, shiny love on me, my idiocy be damned. “G’night, Hy,” he said as he left. “I’ll lock the door behind me.”

“Good night!” I called out after him and then whispered smiling, I love you, as I have begun to do nightly.

The terrible feelings about my body and my looks were there when I awoke the next day and I am still waiting for them to subside. I have committed to health, not looks, and I refuse to fall victim to the old bully of self-loathing. I love my body and what it can do; I love my tits, my hips, my little pot belly. I don’t know where this sucker punch has come from and I don’t know how long it will stay, but I’m going to do my goddamned damnedest to get rid of it. Fuck it to hell.

I’m hoping lots of cuddles and fucking are just what the PhD ordered.

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