An Erotic Sample - "The Egg"

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Hey there you lovely people that live with me here in this blog-a-sphere! I’m currently co-writing a single or a bunch (a decision hasn’t been made yet) of erotic stories/mini-series with a friend I made via Instagram who’d read one of my ‘shorts’ and promised me riches and nothing but dirty fiction – how could I resist!

I thought I’d post the piece here before sending it to my other site as writing it on the train ride home yesterday made the journey fly by and the experience could very well be a blog-post in itself!

Okay girls, boys and all those other naughty individuals out there, let’s get to reading!

Commuters Pt2... "The Egg"

When someone’s close by, close enough so that you can literally feel the aura of the person, close enough that their body heat glazes over you, and you get that feeling as though their very being is pulling you in and you resist the urge to kiss them... Well, this was Louanne's current experience, the only difference in the warmth coming from Roger standing in front of her was that it was all concentrated around his pelvis as though all his internal heat had flushed itself to one spot and emanated outwards.

Not wanting to move in case she ruined the moment, Roger obliged and took Louanne’s hand placing it on his upper thigh. Unprepared for the texture of Roger’s skin underneath her touch she paused almost imperceptibly. The lack of light in the kitchen and the fact her eyes hadn’t fully adjusted had left her unaware that Roger was completely naked. His crotch was on fire as though his cock was angry, it made Louanne seep juice from her vagina onto her French panties.

As her eyes filtered the darkness, took in the absence of any artificial glow and began using surfaces, the sheen of the fridge door, the shimmer of the time on the microwave and the dull moon beams that attempted to pour into the room; she was able to make out several objects on the centre counter behind Roger.

Allowing herself to be led, Roger picked her up easily and seated her atop the workspace. Wordlessly he parted her legs and revealed a knife from nowhere. His eyes looked evil as she caught a glint of them. Instinctively scared, knives had never featured in any of their games but she trusted him enough to play along.

Expertly, Roger flicked not so much as cut the edges of her panties open, tearing the last pieces with his free hand so that her pussy was totally exposed. The knife made a satisfying clatter as he threw it over his shoulder onto the tiled floor. Reaching behind her he grabbed something and placed it on her inner thigh dangerously close to the opening of her pussy.

Not wanting to break the spell, not wanting to look down, Louanne stared into Roger’s eyes like an employee about to get fired. The apprehension and tinge of fear etched across her face made Roger’s dick stiffen painfully. He wanted to plunge himself inside her so badly he nearly dismissed what he was about to do with the remote controlled egg he had pressed up against her thigh.

Slowly he raised it towards his mouth and licked it with more than enough saliva to drip down his chin. Blinded by lust, Louanne didn’t see the object, only the intent in her mans eyes.

It was wet and cold as it entered her. She grimaced, not for pain or discomfort. The toy inside her began to vibrate moderately. Roger’s hand, now placed above her pussy vibrated too. Inside her she could feel the egg pulsating and outside Roger played with her clit, giving it slow, strong strokes.

The egg vibrated faster but Roger kept his tempo. It became difficult to hold back. The two contradicting speeds playing havoc with her senses, and where she was just about to sync with one then the other broke her concentration causing her to shudder and release more of herself.

She could feel the inside of her vagina tighten around the egg and she wished it was Roger’s dick she was about to cum on. The thought of his cock, the way it always slid inside her, difficult at first, and then all the way in, deep and wide making it hard to tell if she was too tight or he was too big.

She would have it soon, but for now the egg got the first of her soaking wet attention.

Unable to stifle it any longer she grabbed Roger by the shoulder, dug her heels into the counter and squirted hot cum all over the egg inside her; causing it to fall out. 

It was Roger's turn to tag in...

The Argument

Greetings all! I have to place a disclaimer on this one. It's pretty full on erotica and a piece of fiction that should really be living on my other website, but I know a few of my Facebookers out there stop by KA so I thought post it regardless. 

This is simply something I wrote on the way home from work this evening and I haven't really had the time to proofread it, but I thought I'd post it raw - I hope you like it!

It wasn't a lecture worth having so he'd avoided talking to her all the way home. She had messed up and she knew it. He'd been fuming throughout the long ride and parked in the driveway jolting the handbrake in place. It made a satisfying crunch as the car, not having stopped completely, rocked forward and back a few times. He looked across at her. There were tears.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "you hate me, don't you?" She let go a sob and continued, "I disgust you don't I?"

"Of course you don't disgust me, you shouldn't say things like that."

He hated the way she assumed the worse; her family had planted that seed in her over the years. As confident and smart as she was there was still the sensitive little girl lingering deep inside. He leant over undid his seatbelt and touched her wet cheek. She turned away but he didn't stop and softly caressed the back of her neck. The sobs began to subside and her head found his thumb and palm, his touch was always soothing and warm. 

"Come on," he said. 

They got out the car and met each other in front of it. They didn't care if the neighbours saw. He kissed her on the lips, it was enough for her to part them and give him her tongue. One hand around her waist he pulled her closer and she pushed her pelvis towards him. He was hard within seconds and began leading her to the door. Keys in his free hand he fumbled around trying to find the lock still kissing her as she plunged a hand down his trousers and grabbed the bulge his dick was creating in his boxers. She was already pulling off her knickers before the door shut. 

The bedroom was upstairs and too far away, she wanted him and couldn't wait. Her hands undid his trousers and pulled them, including his briefs, around his legs making him stumble and fall knocking the telephone off the wall. It crashed to the floor he looked up at her standing over him not looking into his eyes but at his erection. Her tight outfit rode up her smooth thighs as she straddled him lowering herself, moaning as she felt him slide inside and fill her up. This was a better alternative to the argument they could have been having. 

She had embarrassed him in front of his folks, nothing too serious and they'd probably laugh about it in a week but, totally her fault and she needed to apologize. This was the best way, riding him the way he liked. He smiled when she lifted her dress further and produced her breasts, in his opinion they were perfect. She knew he loved her body and removed it totally, bra too.

They’d been together long enough now for her to know moving her pelvis in a scooping motion would send him soaring. His eyes focused on her chest which turned her on even more than having him inside her and she squeezed him hard and long barely moving her hips, letting him know he had no control whatsoever.

She was still angry at herself for telling the joke. In her head it sounded funny until she let it out across the dinner table. His brothers had laughed but their wives, his parents and aunt wore the same look of shock and embarrassment. She’d forgotten about the thing that she shouldn’t ever mention, she hadn’t done it on purpose, the joke had simply slipped out and it was purely dumb luck that it had anything to do with the ‘Evans Family Secret’. They’d left shortly after. He’d driven the forty five minutes in silence and she had tried her best to fight back the tears. Sorry wasn’t good enough; the only thing that would get through to him right now was complete domination. They could talk later.

His hands grabbed onto her hips so he could push himself even deeper but she sensed it and clenched harder causing his hands to fall and grab at anything nearby. He could only manage to push against either skirting board to stop himself from exploding inside her. Knowingly she leaned down and let him lick her hungrily. He cupped one of her breasts and played circles with his tongue, with each rotation her pussy clenched around him harder, and harder until she could feel herself climbing to an orgasm. She moved her hips so they circled and scooped almost at the same time, feeling him getting harder as her pussy became doubly moist. It made that sound that caused them both to smile, he looked into her eyes and she looked into his, there was no need to say the words. Instead she ripped open his shirt and dug her fingers into his chest and rode him until he moaned almost as much as she was beginning to. The feeling welled up inside her and she fought like he did to subdue it but their bodies were totally in sync and just as she threw her head back and ground him into submission, he rocked his pelvis and pulled her hips towards him. They shuddered together for what seemed like several minutes both orgasms stretching and draining out of their entire bodies. 

Apology accepted.

Random Erotica

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I let the water get into every gap, enjoying how the waves of warm liquid spray all over me before lathering up more shower gel and running my fingers through my hair. If this were a commercial I'd be the hot girl that says something sassy at the end. I'm the hot girl that tries not to fool around in the shower, so I wash the rest of my body and get out before I get too comfortable.
Still wet, I give myself a once over in the mirror satisfied that even though I'm 28 all the hard work and training has me looking at least 22. My mother used to make us walk the four miles to school every day. I commend her for that.

It's late and I have no desire to sleep. As I enter the bedroom my eyes zip around until they find what they're looking for. In seconds I'm scrolling through my phonebook, the light from my cordless handset illuminating the room more than the subtle desk lamp next to the laptop. It doesn't take long to find his number, call him, hang up; and begin creaming my body. I love myself and it shows as I lovingly caress the lotion into every inch of my being. The application of any kind of skin cream should be done with tender love and care otherwise we might as well not bother.
After several minutes I hear the scratching sound of someone lifting the potted plant by the front door, the awkward fumble with an unfamiliar key, and the distant creak and thud of the front door opening and shutting again.

He followed my instructions well. Don't rush up, take your time, let the moment drag out a little; I'm up here naked and glistening already unwrapped and ready.
The bedroom door opens slowly and his frame crowds the doorway, enough man for a four course work-out that doesn't involve foreplay.
I told him not to utter a word, he doesn't. I told him to stand in the doorway and gaze at my naked breasts, bare thighs. He does.
I told him not to come over and touch me, but he ignores that and places a warm hand on my hip, his long thick fingers touching the base of my back, top of my ass.

I told him to kiss my left breast, but he kisses me softly on the lips first, moves a few strands of wet hair off my shoulder and kisses the nape of my neck, then upward until his warm breath is near my ear lobe. A sharp chill runs down my spine and I stand rigid as the sensation of his lips on my ear reach my vagina and I begin to feel the warmth of my crutch increase several degrees. I told him not to kiss me there but he does it anyway.

He moves around me, bends down and places hot wet kisses along the length of my lower back. I can't help but turn around so his nose slots neatly between my legs. The peachy aroma of my shower gel hits him square on and sets alight his appetite. His tongue, warm and long, touches me gently as more of the fruity fragrance beckons him inside. I oblige. Legs parted and back pressed up against the once, cold bedroom wall.
First his jacket, then T-shirt, come off exposing his skin for the first time. I try to touch his shoulders and end up grabbing the back of his head, pulling him deeper. His tongue makes intricate shapes at the opening of my pussy that feel like traces of words he's writing orally.
I told him not to make me scream, so he stretches out a hand and covers my mouth before I begin to curse.

He pins me with just his jaw, the force mixed with the deftness of his stroke is unbearable. My thoughts trip over themselves as my body pulsates and spasms with each brush stroke.
As though he can read me he breaks away and pulls me to the bed. He doesn't allow me to hit the mattress and instead, guides me gently onto my back. How all his clothes came off I can't figure out. 

His naked body blemished only by several scars he refuses to tell me about.
I lay waiting as he climbs onto the bed and lies next to me. A blanket of heat separate and binds us as we lay side by side.
I take the initiative and mount him, sliding my vagina and all its warmth over him like a soft thermal blanket. He makes a sound, if only to betray how good he feels inside me.

The sweet fruity fragrance fills my nostrils for a second and I exhale and inhale deeply squeezing my pelvic wall hard enough to make him grab my waist. I own him now, and my movements are punishing yet gentle, strong and graceful, all at once. The power of my moist walls turns me on as much as it makes him want to erupt.
I stop briefly as the distance to my orgasm draws closer with even the tiniest of movements.
His back arches and pushes all of himself inside me violently and I push back even harder no longer wanting to hold back, and for a blissful length of time, we yield.