Tag: #erotica

Daddy Joins The Book Club

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Rain splattered against the window pane from the sideways wind blowing outside, creating the perfect reading backdrop. Grey clouds filtered bits of light through the heavy rain that held on to winter’s last bits of chill. My eyes hungrily scanned the pages of our book club’s latest smutty novel. I lay snuggled in the couch with my knees rubbing against each other. April showers might be dousing the world outside in chilly wetness, but this book had a fire burning in my panties. They were soaked, just not from the rain.

I heard the door open, and my gaze flicked from the page long enough to see Daddy shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the hall closet. We locked eyes for a split second before I looked back to the steamy pages. “Is that the next book in the series?” He asked while coming closer. I hummed an acknowledgment as I nodded but refused to look away again. It was getting so hot! “Read it to me? I haven’t been able to dig into my copy.”

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Magnetic Connection Part Two

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There are questions a girl should ask before she gets into a car with a stranger; magnetic connection or not. Like, maybe his fucking name! Did I ask him? Nope, sure the fuck didn’t. His warm hand pushed me forward, and as if I were the puppet and he was the master, my feet obeyed. We weaved through the bar and out into the cool spring evening. The street was busy, but I was safe, I told myself as we moved down the sidewalk and walked towards his car.

He didn’t speak, but the scent of his aftershave made my nose arch toward his neck. I was so drawn to him that the warning bells clanging in my brain did nothing to stop me when he pulled open the passenger door, and I slipped inside. He leaned into the car and drew the seat belt between my breasts to strap me in. His playful blue eyes met mine, and he purred, “Safety first.”

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You may wonder how I get my little pussy so smooth and hairless. Waxing! I love being waxed. The pain of having the strips quickly ripped off my delicate skin leaves me aching for more. Obviously, it’s pretty normal. But I don’t know if it is normal to love it as much as I do. My skin always feels so nice and raw after. And I hadn’t felt that beautiful pain in a long while. So, I went and booked an appointment at my favourite salon. My regular waxing lady was on vacation, of course. Just my luck! So I took the person filling in for her.

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Have you ever had the pleasure of watching a woman masturbate? If not, you have to get on it! I don’t care if you grab a hooker off the street, we ladies love having someone watch. And I bet you would love watching it. Every guy loves watching, it seems. It reminds me of those old movies where the peeping toms peak in through windows. Normally the lady will just be brushing her hair but in Candy-Girl Land? We have our panties on the floor with a dildo up our ass and fingers shoved up our cunts. Who wouldn’t love to watch a show like that?

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A World Of Her Own

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Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.

The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.

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One of my favourite things to do is read and write erotica. Not joking! I throw in some of my hobby writing to a lot of my blog posts. If you go across all the sites I’m on, you’ll find some stuff written for a more edited and public audience. I love getting ideas for my stories through the calls and chats I do. Sometimes it’s a little more fun to put more of your own imagination into it, don’t you think? Guys love a girl that can create a little veil of interest. And I love doing it in my blogs.

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Little Red Gets a Ride

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Winter had dusted the dense forest before the sun rose. Hazy white misy lingered in the air above the thick pine trees, blotting out the sun as if time had frozen. Little Red was meant to walk the path through the woods to check on her aging Grandmother, and even though her Mother warned against going out in this weather, she chose to go along anyhow.

“A walk in the woods will do me some good.” She told her worried Mother as she buttoned her cape around her neck. “I’ll skip along and bring Gran these treats. Then be home before nightfall.”

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The Captain’s hand drifted from the creature’s tit down its side while her thumb pressed tighter against its throat to silence its ridiculous threats. Kayla sighed heavily as she ground herself into the sea monster’s tentacles. The struggle under her only made the Captain’s pussy that much wetter.

Without moving her hand from its throat, Kayla stood, still bent at the hips over the beast. Her hand that was fondling the beast’s breast unbuckles her breeches, and Kayla peeled them down with a wiggle till they reached her knees. No panties, just pale, smooth pirate pussy before the creature now as she turned just enough to sit back on its mouth.
It’s awkward with her hand still between her legs to hold its throat, but she makes it work. The hand that wiggled her pants down digs into the net to pull the creature’s cock through and stroke it tenderly.

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You step off the private elevator into the penthouse apartment, feeling completely out of place and unsure of yourself. How you managed to get invited to an after-party at a place like this is blowing your mind. With tall ceilings and wide open spaces, the entryway is bigger than your entire apartment.

The music bounces off the walls, and a low murmur of a crowd beckons you around the corner. Stepping into the low well-lit room, you see a floor-to-ceiling glass of the high rise looking out over the city. Well-dressed people in clusters pack the place, drinks in hand, chatting about god knows what as waiters weave between them with trays of food.

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Most legends say that a unicorn’s horn is magical and can grant unfathomable wishes and heal the sick. It has untold powers, and its beauty alone could cure most ailments. However, ancient scrolls suggest that the Unicorn was so sought after and rarely appreciated for its gifts. Feeling overwhelmed and taken for granted, they all fled. Tucking away into the furthest corners of the earth. Keeping hidden from humans who sought to use and abuse its powers.

I’ve always been so intrigued by the creature’s purity and uncharted gifts. I gathered all of the intel I could on myths and legends, and one bit of information made me hesitate. It claimed the Unicorn’s purity was more than just a myth but indeed a lie. That the creatures used their white beauty as a mask to cover the vileness inside of them. That they weren’t givers of health and granters of wishes but monsters who caused fear and destruction, so the Gods exiled them. They didn’t seek sanctuary but instead were hunted out of existence for their horrendous crimes.

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