Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Interactive Post


**This post is to interact with my readers** 

I’ve posted a few stories now, so you’ve had a chance to get a feel for what’s going to be going on here.  Right now, in lieu of jetting off with the new stories, my focus has been on a story already published – The Library.  In that post I told you that this story was far from over.  If you read all the way through it, I’m sure you were left wondering what was going to happen after she gripped the bookshelf again.  Well, I’m working on that.  It had been requested of me to read this story aloud, and when I did… Well, I was not entirely happy with it.  Confession time – I wrote that story years ago and I hadn’t actually read it myself in quite some time.  I literally decided to start this blog, took the story and published it without re-reading it again.  So, keep an eye out for more of fun with The Library.


Alright, so interaction time –

I want to hear from you as the readers.  These stories are as much for you as they are for myself.  I’d like to field any of your questions.  Do you have questions about me?  Do you have questions about any of the stories?  Additionally, I am wanting to entertain requests.  Is there something you’d like me to write about – certain scenarios or anything like that?  I've gotten some private messages from some of you with questions and comments, but let's all talk together.  Maybe you have the same question as someone else.

Now, I can’t guarantee that I will take all requests and turn them into a story, but I’d be very interested in potentially bringing your fantasies, as the readers, to life.  Well, via the written word anyway ;)


So give me what you've got!

Monday, February 6, 2017

The Computer Lives

Ah, finally -- sweet relief.  My computer is finally fully functional again, thanks solely to my dad.  He's pretty much amazing.  What that means is that there will be a lot more writing happening and many more sexy, erotic posts to come, and much quicker than they have been!

As previously mentioned in my other post, there are two stories that are actively in the works.  I have many other ideas that I'm working on (passively, anyway), as well.  I'm hoping to get some more stories posted very soon now that my fingers can tap away at the computer keys now.

Things may be a bit slow to start.  I just started a new second job at a very nice restaurant.  I've been working at breweries for a long time, so this is a total adjustment for me.  I love it though, because everyone there has a passion for what they're doing, and that it's done well.  I fit right in.  I'm also going to be starting a new full-time office job this week, so if you can't tell, I'm going to be very busy.  Don't fear, because I am always a writer at heart, so the words and ideas are constantly flowing and coming together in my head, even if my fingers can't find a keyboard.

STAY TUNED!!

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Le Sin de Boudoir

Inspiration Hit

Well, readers, you're in luck. Inspiration hit me. Hard. And on a Monday no less. Who says Mondays have to be bad? I must have been half dreaming, half awake. Monday morning I awoke to a story that was quickly unfolding inside my head, and I had to get to writing. I had hoped to have it finished it that day, but life happened, and I am writing on a damn tablet. Writing takes extra time via tablet without a keyboard, but alas, I have finished. I do believe you will be satisfied, quite satisfied.  However, his is a longer story than the previous two, but it's definitely worth the time and the read. Enjoy, all you sexy people. 

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Le Sin de Boudoir

She always wanted to get one done, but had felt insecure and incredibly nervous about it. After all, she would be putting herself on display. But she had finally gained the confidence she needed to get it done - a boudoir shoot.


Natalia is a curvy tattooed woman with long black hair and greenish blue eyes that peek through her black rimmed glasses. She has luscious, pouting lips and an ass that just wouldn't quit. After her years of yoga had left her incredibly limber, as well. You'd think she was doing this shoot as a gift to her husband, or boyfriend, or even her girlfriend. That's exactly what the photographer asked her as they were preparing for her shoot.


Delphine is a gorgeously talented photographer. She had discovered her passion and talent with a camera very early in life, so she was still quite young for being as successful as she was in her business. For only being in her late 20’s, she was doing photo shoots for celebrity types. Her rates for these shoots were quite steep, but she ran contests abs promotions from time to time for these boudoir shoots, because that was where she got started, and where her true passion in photography lied. Natalia had won the most recent promotion, which is what landed her in front of Delphine’s camera on her knees in a sexy little number awaiting instruction from her photographer.


“Are you doing this for your husband, Natalia?” She asked as she was peering through her camera lens getting things in focus. “I, uh, no… I'm not married.” Natalia stammered as a response. Delphine lifted her head from her camera slightly so that Natalia could see her intense brown eyes. “Oh, your boyfriend… or girlfriend then?” Blushing a little Natalia responded cutely and quietly while looking down, “No, neither. I, I'm simply doing this for myself.” She slowly looked up towards Delphine and began to raise her head. Delphine had stood fully upright at this point still with both hands on her camera looking at Natalia rather curiously. “Well,” she said smiling, “we should get started.”

Natalia was on her knees in a red, lacy, balconette bustier with matching red lacy thong panties. The outfit was completed with a black garter, thigh highs and silver glittery high heels. She had her hands resting on her thighs as she looked up at Delphine seductively pouting with her burgundy lipstick. She was unknowingly biting her lower lip ever so slightly. Delphine decided to take a few candid photos, even though it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Natalia simply had this subtly innocent, but oh so sexy look about her - like a firey temptress that was fighting to get free. She was determined to bring that out of her.

“Let's have you go stand by the window there,” Delphine instructed. The window was a tall, sliding glass door that was enveloped with black, textured curtains with a lace underlay. Natalia stood up and sauntered over to the window as Delphine moved her equipment. Delphine then began instructing Natalia through various poses. Once she felt she had gotten what she wanted in that outfit, it was time to move on to the second outfit. The promotion only allotted two outfits.

Natalia excused herself to the changing room to switch to her other outfit. Her second outfit was a purple tank, lace up bodysuit with a black satin sash through the middle that was incredibly cleavage bearing. She filled everything out with ruby red lipstick and red stiletto heels that had a shiny silver bottom.

She walked out with a sense of presence Delphine hadn't yet seen from Natalia. She felt that inner sexual goddess she had been trying to coax out of her was about to emerge. “Let's do this set over on the bed,” she commanded. Natalia obliged and situated herself upon the bed, which was nothing but a black metal bed frame laden in sheer white sheets and pillows. Delphine continued to instruct her through various positions: on her hands and knees looking back seductively, perched upon her knees dutifully, on her side caressing her curves while glancing to the camera…

The shoot went wonderfully. Delphine was immensely pleased with the results, but had at least one more set in mind. “Would you want to do a tastefully nude, between the sheets shoot, Natalia?” She asked as subtly as possible. Natalia, laying on her stomach with her heels in the air and her hand upon her chin, grinned. “You know, I think that would be really fun, and incredibly erotic. I'd love to.” Somewhat surprised, but with a captivated smile, “G-great. Well, you can go to the changing room. There's a robe you can come out in.” Natalia smiled back at her, “Oh, that's hardly necessary. I think we can keep going from here.”

She turned her back to Delphine and began undoing her body suit, slowly lowering it down her body and eventually completely off - being careful to leave on her heels. She held up her body suit in one hand and effortlessly tossed it aside off the bed. Cusping both of her breasts with her hand and arm she turned her head toward Delphine. “How would you like me?” She asked in a breathy voice. Delphine took a moment and just took her in. She took a deep breath and said, “Lie on your side and intertwine yourself with the sheets.” Natalia did as she was told. They went on changing through a few other positions snapping tasteful photos. When they were finished, Natalia propped herself up on her knees and sensually covered herself with a sheet leaving parts of her naked body visible, and simply looked at Delphine, almost as though she were waiting for her instruction. A minute or so passed while they locked eyes, but Delphine hadn't said a thing. So she began to stand, covering herself more with the sheet ready to proceed to the dressing room. And just then as Natalia had one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor, Delphine came a bit closer. She asked rather candidly, “Have you ever been with a girl, Natalia?” Wide eyed and somewhat curious, “N-no, no I haven't.” She blinked her eyes seductively at Delphine.

Delphine approached Natalia, who still had one knee upon the bed and one foot on the floor, and began stroking her hand down her cheek, to her neck, and around her breast - tugging slightly at the sheet dropping it free. As the sheet cascaded down Natalia’s naked body, Delphine placed her hand behind her back and pulled her in closer kissing her lightly at first. Sensing no hesitation, she began kissing Natalia deeper and harder. The passion between them growing, Natalia grabbed Delphine with both hands and began moving her body back farther on to the bed bringing Delphine with, on top of her.

Their kissing grew fervent - licking, nibbling and breathy. Natalia ripped Delphine’s shirt up over her head and wasted no time undoing her black lacy bra finally revealing her supple breasts. Delphine hovered over Natalia so that their breasts were just barely touching. With the subtle caresses, their nipples hardened and pulses quickened. Delphine began kissing, licking and run her her hands about Natalia’s body venturing downward. Natalia moaned, hands gripping at the sheets and moved about in pleasure as Delphine took in every inch of her body. Trailing down her abdomen, she came to the delicious little crease above her pussy. Delphine stopped teasingly and looked up at Natalia, pleased at the vision of desire upon her face. As she kissed lightly around her pelvis, she slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy that, she was absolutely titillated to find, was perfectly dripping wet. Natalia arched her back ever so slightly and let out a pleasured moan. Delphine then placed a soft kiss upon her clitoris, and almost simultaneously Natalia began biting her lower lip and rubbing her breasts. Another soft kiss followed by licking, sucking and vigorous fingering - Delphine could feel herself dripping with excitement beneath her pants as Natalia’s moans intensified. She was going to climax soon, but it was time for more.

Delphine stopped and stood up. A breathy Natalia confused as to why things had stopped uttered a quiet, “Wh-what’s wrong?” Delphine had begun unbuttoning her pants and had turned around, sliding the pants down her tanned thighs, “Nothing at all, babe. I'll be right back.” She said as she continued wiggling away. She wasn't gone long, but when she returned, her pants and panties had disappeared revealing her perfectly shaven pussy; and she did not come back empty handed.

“I brought us some toys to use,” she said holding up a toy in each hand. “You can choose which one we use. I thoroughly enjoy them both.” Natalia thought for a moment, inspecting what she had in each hand - a purple strap-on with a black belt and a double sized dildo. She had heard about strap-ons, but never a double sided dildo. She was very intrigued, indeed. “What if we used them both?” She asked excitedly. Delphine smiled, “I was hoping you'd say that. She placed the double sided dildo on the edge of the bed and strapped herself with the strap-on. Delphine made a turning motion with her pointer finger, “Bend over. I want a view of that delicious ass of yours.” Eager by the command, Natalia smirked, propped herself up on her hands and knees and turned around as she was told. Delphine got on her knees and approached her from behind. She gripped the strap-on at the base and began to gently insert it into her swollen, wet pussy. She was pleased to find that it slid right in unencumbered. Natalia’s back ached once again coupled with pleasured moans. Delphine thrusted harder in and out of her throbbing pussy. Delphine grabbed her long black hair, pulled back and smacked her ass - thrusting; her own pussy swollen and dripping. Sensing she was near climax, she reached around to rub Natalia’s swollen clit - Natalia was screaming now. She let out a final exhausted moan, and Delphine gave one more thrust grabbing Natalia’s breasts. They stayed like that for a moment when Natalia reached back to feel Delphine’s dripping pussy, “Mmmm can we use that double sided dildo now?”

Delphine was more than ready for that. She didn't waste any time pulling off the strap-on. Natalia and Delphine turned towards each other. the heat and passion was undeniable, no words were needed. Delphine tossed the strap-on aside and brought the dildo into play. Natalia began biting at her lip as she watched Delphine place the dildo between their pussies that were dripping with desire for each other. With one hand on the dildo and one behind her, Delphine inched towards Natalia. Putting one leg over Natalia’s, they slid themselves on the dildo simultaneously. Moving closer together, they began thrusting into each other. Moaning in unison, their pussies rubbed together intensifying their pleasure and desire for each other. Delphine threw her head back, bracing herself with both hands, thrusting deeper and harder into Natalia. Natalia’s moans only increased her pleasure. She had never been so wet, so swollen with desire. The intensity between them grew; thrusting faster and faster together, their pussies cuming together - a climax so intense their legs shook. They both breathed deep when they finished. Something so unexpected, yet so delicious.

Sliding themselves off the dildo, they looked at each other pleased with a subtle smile. Natalia lowered her head slightly and raised her eyes at Delphine innocently. She bit her lip slightly, grabbed a sheet and sauntered off to the dressing room. Delphine began dressing herself with the bit of clothing that remained in the room. Anxiously awaiting the return of Natalia.

Natalia returned shortly with her bag of clothes and collected her bodysuit. Delphine was simply perched upon the bed in nothing but her shirt. “I, uh…” Delphine stuttered. “Don't.” Natalia interrupted. She had turned to leave when Delphine asked, “Will I be seeing you again?”

Turning only her head, smiling, “Maybe.”

Monday, January 16, 2017

A Little Snag...

Just as I began this blog, all of my computers took a dump on me.  It was an awful Friday the 13th (I won't bore you with the other travesties of that day).  My laptop needs a new hard drive and my Surface fell to the floor (my cement floor, might I add) and now needs a new screen.  I'm going to try to do as much writing as I can on my phone and the other tablet that I have, but it's a little difficult to type up a story on a phone.  It's not like posting a quick Facebook update.

I do have a couple of new stories in the works right now, both of which I think will be quite steamy when they're done, especially Noches Calientes.  I have quite the thing for the Latin men (If I'd say I have a type, that's it), so of course I had to write a story completely centered around them - and Spain ;)  The other story is about a girl who opens her door to find a man she didn't know and didn't expect, and things go places neither of them expected.

So, just know that there are two stories in the works and they are being diligently worked on, buuuuuuut the post time is going to be significantly delayed, as are any other future stories until I manage to have the time and funds to get my computers repaired so that I have the ability to type on a keyboard again (I'm taking advantage of the work computer at the moment so I can post this sad update).

Thursday, January 12, 2017

A Little About Me and The Inspiration

You recently read about the poem that started it all, but there's a little more to the inspiration behind the actual erotica.  If you know anything about writers, you know that they usually write what they know.  Of course they can't just stick to that.  If they did, books would likely be incredibly boring to read - you know, unless you've lead a ridiculously adventurous, horrifying, amusing, erotic life.  Since it's likely no one (at least I hope not) has lead a life where a dog comes back from the grave terrifying people, I think it's safe to say that a lot of writing comes from some creative juices.  There are certainly a lot of creative juices flowing here (haha, see what I did there?). 

 In all seriousness, all of my erotica has come from things I have done, or some of my fantasies.  Well, I shouldn't say "all."  I have thrown in a few things outside of the realm of my reality and my fantasy.  Though a majority of my writing does stem from that.  The fun is wondering what has been derived from reality and what still remains merely a fantasy. 


In my previous post I had also eluded to another poem that I wrote, in which wine ended up being the subject.  I'm going to share that piece today, and then rest assured that the next post will be another titillating romp for your enjoyment.  Though I'm confident that this spin on wine will get your mind off and wondering to some pleasurable thoughts.



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Un Amor de Vino

By day you're held captive,
Ever so desperate to be released -
Savored.
Bound within,

tight, not quite ready to be enjoyed
yet.  Intellectually satisfying
breathing your essence 
Deeply within

By night I'll be screwing you
eagerly awaiting your fleshy
spiciness.  Complex, juicy and ready
to pour.

Cascading from your prison
Salivating at the anticipation
Sensing your opulence
Dripping ever so slightly

from the tip.  Licking the initial taste
A merriment of flavors
dancing a tantalizing tango
of a harmonizing seduction

Glass to lips
to engage in a velvety kiss
A grip amidst a blossoming romance
Bottle, Glass, Wine and Lips.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Beginning of it All

Today I'd like to share what got me into writing erotica in the first place.  It wasn't something I just started doing one day and thought, "Hey, this is great."  It actually all started in my poetry class of my junior year of college at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln.  We were reading a new poem and that poem was so sexual in nature, but the subject was completely non-sexual.  It baffles me that I didn't bookmark, or save the poem in some way, as it inspired me to write my poem.  I thought for a moment about what that could be, and after just a short time pondering, I decided on coffee.  I immediately started writing this poem.  I remember sitting in my next class still being engrossed in this idea of a coffee poem that would seemingly be about sex.  Oddly enough, I started my process simply by looking up words that described coffee.

That was how it all started.

I wrote my first draft and took it to class for one of our poetry share days.  Everyone was devouring it.  After taking it to class, I got a lot of feedback and the poem ended up undergoing about five rounds of edits.  I wrote a lot of poetry in that class that year, but my coffee poem was everyone's favorite, and it's still mine.  I decided that I had a penchant for writing erotically and decided to embark on writing a short erotic story.  I shared it with a few select people, but it was a hit each time.  It was then that I decided that I would continue writing erotica, and poetry.  In all honesty, I adore writing in all its forms.  I simply find that I, myself, enjoy writing poetry and erotica the most.  I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

The poem that started it all --


Sipping Coffee at Mid-Morning Rise

is an afternoon romp
on a
warm, sweaty summer’s day.
Dripping – steamy
an aromatic, full bodied
tongue teasing
experimental indulgence.
Never the same – an infusion
of sensual caramel,
chocolate mocha.
feeling of
slipping between the sheets
for the first time - with each
sip.
And engaging in a ⎯
twisty, smooth
flavor-ful caffeinated bliss.
Which by the way,
makes coffee, coffee.
Robbing the bean of its livelihood
is like stealing its resolution
Instead of 1080p
you’re stuck with
380p.
IT’S NOT THE SAME.
The steam – when two became one.
Coffee and me.
So, I’ll take hold of the hard
robusta.
Thick, woody –
soft
and inviting – alluring, enticing,
and oh so indulgent
flavor,
just like it’s going out of style.
After all, it is an obsession. My obsession.
It is one I cannot shake,
and will not break.
The allure is so strong, sweet. A
smell that cannot be denied,
ignored. A taste
so sweet
silky and
never the same experience
twice.
Each parting of my lips ⎯
an intense, sensual,
mouth-watering
dance.
A harmonious infusion for my mouth,
hands – my fingers, which intertwine
around that cylindrical curvature of a cup,
like that of the sonorous
syncopated rhythms of feet.
A tango of sensual flavors ⎯
My tongue and taste buds
tease each other.  Luscious engaging
tingles of flavor
taste buds crave – amorous melty
essence my mouth desires.
Twisting, teasing, tempting,
coupling my mouth
in perfect symmetry.
I’ll be creative,
and live
in the moment.
My cup is a
canvas ⎯
craving the caresses
of charismatic flavor.  The pouring
of endless
countless shades
of sensualities. Smooth and peaked
with perfection.
It is a renewal of the senses,
pulsating with an irrefutable
magnetism. An essence for my
mouth. The gift from the Gods ⎯
of interpersonal
communication between my lingua
and soul.
I am not timid
and    ⎯  won’t disappoint.
I’ll forever
froth my cup,
for my tongue,
will eternally explode
with gratitude.


After writing this, I was hooked on the idea of erotic writing.  Once I had written a couple of short erotic stories, I decided that I should give writing another poem similar to this, as well.  My next erotic subject for a poem was wine.  I approached the writing of this just as I had the coffee poem.  I'm not sure I enjoy it quite as much as the coffee poem, but I may always have a bit of favoritism towards "Sipping Coffee at Mid-Morning Rise" simply because it was my first.  You never do forget your first... I think we can all agree on that one.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

When the Phone Rings

This is quite literally the first erotic story I ever wrote, and I wrote it YEARS ago.  I'm not convinced it's done yet, but I'm still not sure where else I'd want it to go.  A little background on this story:  I was dating a guy long distance.  I lived in Nebraska and he in Colorado.  We always had a very sexual relationship, even long distance (distance is not a deterrent from a sexual relationship, always remember that!!).  Anyway, he had a sexy Subaru WRX (I'm a sucker for a sexy car) and I was bored at work thinking about him.  That's when this story was born.  I literally wrote it all one agonizingly boring day at work.  Let me tell you, that was when I found out how hard writing these things can be!  If you find yourself getting all hot and bothered reading it, imagine how I felt writing it -- and in a public place!  And with that, enjoy!

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When the Phone Rings

The phone rings, “I’m wet” is all it says. He looks over to her, and she has this look that says, “Take me now.” While temptingly and teasingly biting her lower lip, she stands, and excuses them from the rest of the group. He doesn’t question; he just follows. He could just imagine her tongue grazing the inside of her lip ever so slightly. He knew what he was in for.
They walked out discreetly and she looked over at him with that little smirk that could make him hard in an instant, and if he weren’t already, he would be. They reach the car, both rearing with excitement, and she shoves him against the car kissing him passionately. He could feel her trembling and she could feel his hard cock just craving to burst from his jeans, but people began to stare. He pulls away slightly, and whispers in her ear, “Not here; I know a place.” Gliding out of the parking lot with the just purring of the engine and their pulsating desires, unable to contain herself, she leans over, gazes up to him quickly, and begins to unzip and unbutton his pants with her teeth. He felt the zipper unzipping over his eager cock.

His hard delicious cock was now exposed and ready for the taking, so take she did, deeply and anxiously. She felt his cock grow inside her mouth; her pussy tingled and her nipples grew hard beneath her shirt in unison with his excitement. Gripping and gliding her mouth upwards, she stopped to tease the tip. She cupped her lips around it like a lollipop and swirling her tongue in circles slowly, then pausing, almost as if she were done, then thrusting throat deep swallowing. She then began caressing his shaft up and down, curving her tongue at the tip, feeling the jolt in his shifting; he began to tremble with pleasure. She slowed, careful not to bring him to full release. Her dripping wet pussy craved his pounding cock. As she was sitting up the car was coming to a stop.
Before she could even react to the stopping of the car, his car door has swung wide open, and he was there scooping her up out of her seat; she wrapped her legs around his waist, ever so desiring to feel what was coming next. He carried her to the front of the car and sat her down. Sliding his hands up her dress along the sides of her thighs, he began licking and nibbling his way up the middle looking forward to what awaited just a little ways upwards. She began to moan in anticipation. As he was nearing her thriving pussy, ready to rip off her panties, there was a surprise for him. “Mmmmmmmm” was all she heard, and she knew this was the sound of approval, because earlier she had sneaked off into the bathroom, and changed into a pair of see-through black and red crotchless panties. He licked her pussy up and down softly, teasingly grabbing at her panty strings with his teeth, slowly working finger by finger in her wet pussy, caressing her clit with his tongue. Writhing in pleasure, she pulls his hair and pulls him up to her, “Fuck me,” she moans to him. Pulling her hair back, he kisses her fervently, nibbling her bottom lip, and she licks his, so he kisses her deeper, then grabs her hips and pulls her forward slightly. He then grabs his cock and begins teasing her by grazing her pussy up and down, then entering, but just slightly. He can feel her shake, craving his him inside of her, and just when she thought he’d continue to tease her, he grips her from behind and pulls her forward, thrusting her onto his cock. Craving him deeper inside, she grips the top of his shoulders with her legs, and knowing exactly what she wants, he leans forward on top of her and thrusts deeper, harder and faster. Exploding inside, she drags her fingers all up and down his back. In between moans, trying to silence her screams, she licks, nipples, and bites at his neck and ears. Moaning in unison, he stops, grabs a hold of her, and begins to lick her dripping wet pussy, then turns her around and bends her over the hood of the car, and without warning enters her completely. Tugging her hair back lightly while running the other hand up her back, he begins thrusting hard, harder, and harder, faster and faster. Her moans begin to intensify, growing higher, higher, and higher; he could feel her bursting inside. Knowing he was getting close, she reached back and grabbed his hands. He stopped; she turned and dropped to her knees. She gripped his wet cock and started licking and stroking. She sucked it all in, her throat cradling it like it belonged there. Sucking harder and harder, stroking, sucking up and down, up and down, up and down. She can feel him shaking, anticipating his release; she took it with pleasure. Pleasantly pleased and completely satisfied, the keys are turned and once again it is just them and the purr of the engine.

Monday, January 9, 2017

The Library


***NOTE:  This story is far from over. In fact, I believe it has only begun.***


It was a bit uncomfortable checking out these books underneath the judging glare of the elderly librarian, and I suppose I could have read up on all of these risqué topics on the internet like everyone else does these days, but I so enjoy the simple pleasures of a real book and a trip to the local library. So, needless to say, approaching the library to return these books on Tantric Sex, and the like, had me feeling a bit nervous to be under the scrupulous judgment of the librarian, but what leaves the library must eventually be returned.


And suddenly I was surging with confidence for what met my gaze was not the elderly woman that stares me down with her dagger eyes, but a voluptuously delicious young woman who was the epitome of every man’s dirty library fantasy. There standing behind the circulation desk was a brunette woman with her hair clipped back, thick rimmed black glasses, red lipstick, and curves in all the right places. She had on one of those high wasted black skirts with a white blouse tucked into it that allowed her cleavage to peek through just enough - like I said, the fantasy. Realizing it was not only confidence that was surging inside me, but also what would most certainly end up being a long, hard solo pleasure session to be finished later - still I approached her.

“You’re not the regular librarian.” I said hoping she didn’t notice my growing salute.  “No, that would be my grandmother, Esther. I’m just filling in for her.” As I placed my books down on the desk, all I could think was, “you sure will be *filling in* for her,” and as I thought this, she looked down at my book choices, then back up at me with her eyes brimming up from her glasses in what appeared to be a quite a seductive manner -
“Checking out, or returning?”
“Oh, these? I’m returning today.”
“Mmmmm, and how did you find the Art of Tantra? Was this a novice read, or just a touch up on already refined skills?”
I could hear the slither in her voice and see a gleam in her eye. I wanted to impress her, so I told her it was a brush up; I liked to stay sharp and keep learning new things. She then turned to her left and grabbed a sign that said, “Back in 15,” and placed it on the desk.
“Come with me; I think I know of some other books that may be of interest to you.” She stood and motioned with her finger for me to follow her, in a rather “come hither” fashion.

As I followed closely behind her, watching her round and firm booty shimmy side to side, I couldn’t help but imagine bending her over the circulation desk, or down between the stacks... My cock stood fully at attention more than ready to pound the fuck out of her; there was no way she wouldn’t notice now. My fantasy grew wilder with each step. She took me downstairs to what appeared to be the old archives. I couldn’t imagine what she could be showing me down there, but I just continued to follow her anyway. Soon we were back in a far corner where the shelves seemed to almost angle into a maze. She stopped and turned towards me, paused for a moment, gave me a striking and seductive gaze.  Then she turned her glasses down her nose just a bit, bit her lip, and without notice, dropped to her knees and immediately began unbuttoning and unzipping my pants with her teeth all while stealing saucy gazes up in my direction. I could not believe this was happening. Ripping down my jeans as she finished undoing them, she ever so slowly released my eager, hard cock; she stopped - “I’m going to take great pleasure devouring your huge delicious cock, and after, you’re going to pound my dripping wet pussy until I can’t take it anymore and my legs shake.”

And just like that, she slipped her mouth over the head, sliding her her hand down as her lips followed right behind and her tongue sliding up and down - faster and faster until she had it all. She released it slowly stroking up and down, stopping to lick my shaft up and down and all around. As she took me in for another round, she gazed up at me. I could feel the pleasure mounting, and clearly she did too, because she stopped - “No, no I need to feel that big, hard, gorgeous cock of yours inside of me.” She hiked up her skirt, then promptly bent over gripping the bookshelf. This revealed her bright pink pussy with nothing but red lacy garter belt and the straps holding up her thigh highs; she was wet and ready to go. I wanted nothing more than to fuck that beautiful pussy, but first I was going to get her going even more.

I knelt down, spread her legs and began devouring every inch of her already dripping wet pussy. Grabbing each of her pussy lips and spreading them so I could lick deep inside of her, feel her.  I started slowly caressing her with the full length of my tongue, circling around her clit taking extra special care of save that for the very end, teasing her.  She wanted it and I knew it; she dipped and moaned with every caress.  She gripped the bookshelves driving her fingers into the wood like her life depended on it.  I went deeper, delving my tongue in as far as it would go and following my fingers in just below my tongue, well just one at first, then two, and finally three - that’s when I finally began gracing her clit ever so lightly, then faster, and faster and more forcefully - and sucking in between licks.  Her legs began to shake; she was going to cum, so I had to stop.   I know guys usually get off on making a girl cum orally, but I wanted to tease her.  She seemed like the kind of girl that would totally dig it and it would make her even hotter and wilder, and I was right.  I happened to stop just before she was going to cum.  She let out a long deep moan that indicated both satisfaction and a desire for more.  She dropped her head with her moan, turned to me, grabbed my shoulders, turned me towards the wall and shoved me against it.  Almost just a quickly, she dropped down to her knees again and began sucking my cock, but I wasn’t going to let this be anything more than quick; I was ready to pound her delicious pussy until she could no longer stand.  So as soon as I felt more than prepared, I grabbed her face lightly to stop her and almost as if she read my mind she stood up, turned around, bent over and grabbed hold of the bookshelf once again.


 
 
 

Just A Little Sexy Fun

This blog will be dedicated to my erotic stories.  I have been writing them for a little while now and have decided that they should be shared.  Hopefully you find them as enjoyable to read as I've found them to write.

I've had a slight writer's block for a long while, and I'm hoping that by starting this blog, I will feel the thrust of inspiration that I've been looking for.  There's nothing more inspiring than writing for others' enjoyment.

I aim to publish anything that I'm working on and gradually add as the words come to me.  That way... there's a little bit of teasing with an incomplete story.

So... without further adieu, I will post my first story.