Erotica

Rare Lascivious English Classic. this is a book written by an English gentleman of considerable wit, command of the language, and imagination of Rabelaisian order. Erotic as are the tales, they are far from being filthy, while a plot of thrilling interest runs throughout the work, binding all the stories together..The book 'The Adventures of Grace and Anna' has been subtitled 'The thrilling experiences of two girls looking for love and lust.' Two fun-loving girls of the 1910s discover love and lust among the idle rich and the well-proportioned poor in this insightful excursion into the erotic mores and morals of...

It had taken me hours to fall asleep after what I had seen that night. My mind was reeling, a swirling storm of emotions. I had watched my friends father - a man I had secretly admired for years - come into our room at night during our weekly sleep over and molest our other unconscious friend as she slept. I had seen my first real cock. I had witnessed my first sexual assault. I had seen cum for the first time, watching as his thick cock had spurted it on my friends unconscious face. I spent the next few hours...

I am alone and helpless, on my way home from softball practice late one night. I hear foot steps following me, but when I turn there is nothing there. Scared I start moving faster. Still hearing footsteps I take a shortcut, going down a side street. This side street has no street lights, it is very dark. I can hear the footsteps get closer. I am so scared. I start running. I feel as though there is someone following me. I feel as though they are becoming closer to me. I am so scared, and with it being so dark I...

Angelina ran with all her might after landing on ground. It was 3:30 am. The sun will be up by 5, and she have to reach her home as fast as she can. She looked at Michelle. She had wanted this girl ever since she had seen her peeping on Abilene. The smell of her sweet cunt was floating along with her, making her horny as hell. After half an hour of dodging buildings, crossroads and by lanes, Angelina finally reached her home. She walked swiftly over to the gate, which opened up on its own, knowing that the house's mistress...

Becoming Omega, Part 1 She stood before a mirror in a hotel lobby, her heart fluttering, her breath short. Soon, everything would be different. She would be different. She had no idea. But even then, there, she knew she was changing. Sure, she’d always been a slut. She’d even always been a touch submissive. She loved fucking, of course. But that was just it: she loved fucking, and so she got fucked. She didn’t yet love that people loved fucking her. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register. Not until that day. She’d been invited here by...

The toroko is, for the lack of a better translation, a high class bath house which cleans, massages relaxes the entire body and I do mean each and every important muscle. This is not the type of massage parlor that you find in American cities, nor is it a “whore house.” I have always maintained that entered into with the proper attitude with a simpatico hostess it becomes almost a spiritual experience. An experience I looked partook of two to four times each month for over ten years. I discovered my favorite toroko when I was taken as a guest by...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>PART 1: The Interview >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Luke stands in the elevator, making his way up to the top floor of the Salesforce Tower. He has his coffee in hand wearing his backpack on one shoulder. He stares at his reflection on the elevator door. He stands at 6’0 dressed in his usual business casual look. He has silver pants tailored to his build with a tucked in blue button up shirt and a pair of black shoes. The elevator chimes and the door opens. He makes his way down a hall and to the suite for the company he works for...

Carthalo stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth, cold skin and brushing the jet black hair out of her eyes. Lydia, he said, his gravelly voice brought to a whisper in her ear relax. This is not another burden for you to bear. he unclasped her shirt and she shuddered slightly at the touch. This is not a command from your Thane. his strong hands picked her up by the waist and he carried her to the bed. The floorboards creaked as he carried her up the stairs of Breezehome. He laid her down on the bed gently and began to kiss...

Monday went by as usual. He went to his usual math, science, English, history, PE, and orchestra without anything major happening. He couldn’t help but notice his orchestra teacher though. She was a petite Asian in her mid 20s. His math teacher also intrigued him. She was a curvy, mature, white bread woman. He guessed that neither of them had tried black cock before, and he wanted to be the one to show them. It would have to wait as he devised a plan though. Dark gray clouds cast over the afternoon sky as Andre met up with Jasmine, a small...

The next morning Stuie awoke from the noise of his mother preparing for the day. He was still thinking what to wear that might attract the notice of a sister he was still unsure about. He chose to wear his bright red form fitting tank top and a pair of form fitting triathalon shorts, often worn for wrestling practice, that would accentuate his package and buns. He couldn't find a complete pair of either sandals or flip flops readily available, so bare feet would do just fine. He shuffled past the rooms of the house to the kitchen to help out...