It was a quiet night, which didn’t seem to hold any surprises. Emma, a slim blonde with huge breasts, was in her apartment with nothing to do. Yet she had chosen just that, to have her evening unfold that way. Suddenly, the electricity in the apartment went out. Everything went dark. Emma, startled, looked out the window to the street, and astonished, found that it wasn’t just her apartment. The darkness came abruptly. Emma, alarmed, ran to dress more appropriately. She was a little... Read more

The bass thumped through the floorboards, a relentless heartbeat beneath the chaos of laughter, shouted conversations, and the sugary-sweet smell of cheap punch gone warm. Emma navigated the packed living room, her Spider-Woman suit clinging like a second skin, every curve on blatant display. She felt powerful in it, invincible. Her blonde hair was swept up, revealing the elegant line of her neck, currently drawing the gaze of a guy dressed as a lumberjack. She flashed him a... Read more

It’s taken me about three hours to look this fabulous. Did it take you as long? I hope you’ll appreciate all this effort… I was shaking all the while as I applied even more lip gloss and sprayed my hair with yet more coconut oil. Too much? I don’t want you to imagine we’re both sunning ourselves on a beach. Not the impression I want to create at all. The mirror reflects a wonderfully enticing cleavage and clothes that fit perfectly. High, high heels. I hope these fuck-me shoes are... Read more

In this erotic fiction, a shy playwright offers hands-on direction to a stubborn leading lady on stage and indulges in his ultimate celebrity fantasy. Read on… Vivian Lord was the hottest actress to grace the big screen in 5 years, and now she was coming to Broadway. The fearless Academy Award winner was taking on the lead role in the new Kenneth Harrison play, Hogtied. While the playwright hadn’t yet met Lord, he was thrilled that she would bring her uniquely modern take on... Read more

The following erotic fiction is the 2nd place winner in the LELO Erotica Writing Competition. Weaving themes of submission and anonymous sex, this story from author Jo Benfield is sure to inspire fantasy on your next train ride! Two years, five weeks and three days. That was precisely how long it had been since she had last seen those eyes. She had only known him for a matter of minutes, but every second was imprinted upon her brain as though she had been branded. She felt hot... Read more

“One more minute,” she shouts through the door. Click to expand... …that minute seemed like a lot to ask of me right now. Especially with a necktie on. Dress up for date night, sure, I can appreciate that. But please, don’t make me wait half an hour in front of our home office door in this attire. Not when dinner is 10 feet away. “All done, you ready?” she asks. Click to expand... I’ve been ready for 20 minutes. “Yes hun, I’m ready.” “Open up” she replies. Click to expand... I open the door and immediately... Read more

Starting with her outfit, Sarah dressed in a leather bustier with a handy side zipper for easy removal when the time came and a pair of knee-high stiletto leather boots completed it, panties she decided weren’t necessary. She knew what excited her husband, what would make him literally cream his pants. Sarah chuckled to herself, not that he could cream his pants until she gave him permission! Sarah looked at the package that arrived in the mail just yesterday. She hadn’t opened it... Read more

When Lois first unlatched the locked windows of the Lake Agnes Tea House, she stood there quietly to bask in the natural beauty. She felt the cold mountain breeze rush against her face, encircle her neck, and blow back her blond hair. The air was as fresh and crisp as it had been every year that she opened the seasonal tea house. And the view was as glorious as it ever had been. Sheer rock faces spiked with narrow pine trees. Placid waters of the great lake. White clouds passing... Read more

Maui was beautiful, full of lush green vegetation spilling down from the mountains into the valleys that collected the water from the constant showers, forming cascading streams flowing to the shoreline. Our first island adventure was the drive to Hana on the east shore of the island. Although the road was less than sixty miles long, we'd read in the tourist guides that the trip would take well over 3 hours, and no wonder...with over 600 curves and 50 bridges, it was best to go slow... Read more

I'm standing on the balcony of the apartment and my robe falls open in the center, while the hot morning sun warms my chest. The ocean breeze hardens my nipples. I'm looking at the street below. This is Miami during the summer, where barely-there outfits are the norm. After a quick shower and light breakfast, I touch up my appearance, then dress in jean shorts and a tshirt. I look at my reflection in the mirror and ruffle my hair. I trace my fingers through my outfit. It's not enough to be... Read more

Catherine arrives home in a polished attire and she's able to unwind after a long day. Sunlight is still out after leaving downtown San Francisco behind for the quiet suburbs of Daly City where she lives with her family. As she opens the door and slips off her shoes, her daughter approaches her. "I need to ask you something," Emily says. "Of course." After closing the door she listens to her daughter, who's clenching her phone tight. "Have you heard the term app-stinence?" "Never have."... Read more

I drove slowly down the pitch-dark residential street, peering to see through the heavy sheets of rain, fighting the wheel against the intermittent gusts of wind that threatened to send me into the rows of cars parked against the curbs. Getting home had been a nightmare; it was the worst storm anyone could remember, and at least half of the city was without power. But finally the edge of my headlights found the entrance to my driveway up ahead! I pulled in, grabbed my briefcase from... Read more

Another school day was coming to an end. Taylor hoisted his bag over his shoulder and made his way through the bustling hallways, too caught up in thought to pay much attention to his surroundings. He didn’t have a shift at the comic book store tonight, so he figured he would just head home and work on his sketches. He had come up with a few more good ideas while he was trying in vain to keep his attention on the class material. Such was the serendipity of boring classes. He had just... Read more

I was driving with my girlfriend, Olivia, and my twin sister, Sasha, in the backseat. We were on our way to a spring break party at my friend’s place. All three of us were nineteen and in college. I felt a little nervous having my sister with us. Sasha could be such a tease sometimes, especially with me. But she and Olivia were best friends, and it was Olivia’s idea to bring her along. “You guys excited?” I asked, glancing at the rearview mirror. Both of them nodded. Olivia had... Read more

Jessica, or Jess as she was more commonly known, had just enjoyed her first summer since finishing high school. Jess had lived with her family including her parents and her twin brother Ryan. Both Jess and Ryan turned 18 over the summer and were getting ready to live separately for the first time as they were attending different college’s. Their parents were wealthy and had bought small apartment’s for both Jess and Ryan so they didn’t have to live on campus. The benefit of this was... Read more

Debbie knelt on the sea green carpet beside the bed, butterflying her pink tongue across the engorged head of her stepfather's erect cock. She began a rapid movement of her tongue against the small opening of Carl's urethra, causing his breath to come faster. He was at the verge edge of orgasm. She withdrew her tongue and smiled lasciviously up at her handsome stepfather. At thirty, he's really too young for Mom, she thought. Besides, Mom's always at work. A tremor passed over her... Read more

I was sitting backwards on one of the chairs in my tenant’s kitchen, watching him cover an easel with bold strokes of varying shades of green. Sean had moved into the basement suite in late August, and we’d hit it off right away. He was a nice boy, 22 years old, a couple years older than my own son, who was also away at university. We’d fallen into a comfortably symbiotic relationship: I kept him well-fed and he kept the little things running well around the house. By early... Read more

I have found such pleasure in being a Dom. I have also discovered a sweet release in being a Sub. Last night, I was both, at different times. Our friend came over, and as soon as he showed up, I was all about being the Sub. I didn’t even look in his eyes until he told me to. It was twenty minutes before I even saw what he was wearing. I was clothed in exactly what he told me to wear. Black bra and thong, black slinky slacks, a black chemise, and a white button up blouse. I also had... Read more

I hadn’t thought about this in years. I’ve been married for 15 years and stories about ex-girlfriend’s and their mothers are not the kind of thing you brag about at the dinner table. The thing that brought this memory back was meeting this particular mother in the mall parking lot. I was getting out of my car and I saw this old lady coming toward me. She seemed familiar. “Mrs taylor?” I said. She stared at me for a few moments and then smiled. “William?” She gave me a hug. “Oh my... Read more

It’s such a pleasant October morning that I decide to go for a walk through the park by the lakes. Hurriedly I shower and dress, picking a blouse and long, loose skirt. It seems as if I am in the trees in no time at all, as I walk with the sun shining warmly on my back, my mind wandering to thoughts of you. It is very peaceful, the park is deserted, the air is still and there’s no sound apart from some birds. As I walk happily along I suddenly realise I have forgotten to put on my knickers and bra in my eagerness to get into the fresh air. I flush at the thought, then decide it doesn’t matter, after all there’s nobody else around and even if there were anyone, how would they know my secret? My embarrassment fades and gives way to feeling horny as my thoughts return to you, and what you would do if you were with me right now. My hand strays to stroke my breast through my blouse as I am lost deep in my thoughts, my wet pussy starting to throb at my thoughts, making me wish you were here to relieve my ache. Suddenly my daydream is interrupted by the sound of someone close behind me. Before I have a chance to turn round, with my heart pounding I feel a hand on my waist. My fear subsides as this mysterious hand turns me around and I see you smiling at me as you start to kiss me. Tingles run down my spine as your warm lips enclose my own lips and our tongues gently entwine. This fantastic kiss stokes the fire in my throbbing pussy. Sensing that, your hand reaches for my breast, tweaking my nipple to make the fire burn even stronger until you take pity on me and break the kiss to take my nipple in your mouth. Gasping with pleasure when you quickly bite my nipple, little bites that thrill me, I beg you to stroke my pussy for me. Pressure rapidly builds in my pussy and inner thighs as your nimble finger caresses my now soaking wet pussy, lingering over my clit and flicking mercilessly. As my gasps get louder you leave my nipple and resume the kiss, still flicking as an incredible warm wave washes over me then I explode, sending my legs to jelly as almost every muscle in my body twinges. Kissing me gently you let my peak subside, holding me tightly, so tightly I can feel your cock stirring; you’ve enjoyed making me come. Once I’ve recovered, you break from our kiss, telling me I’ve been rather naughty leaving off my knickers today. Thoughts of what you may do now make the fire in my pussy smoulder. You push gently on my head as you relax back against a tree telling me I need to be punished; I know immediately what you want me to do, eagerly unzipping your jeans while I get on my knees in front of you. I take your warm growing cock in my right hand, swirling my tongue all around your balls before I start to lick your shaft, my own breath rapidly quickening and pussy twitching as I see your cock respond to my tongue. My tongue makes slow progress up your shaft, licking all around while I now cup your balls in my right hand until eventually I reach your head. You let out a few murmurs of sheer pleasure as my tongue flicks over your head a few times, my hand stroking your balls at the same time until I can wait no longer and take your cock into my mouth. It feels thick in my mouth, but not uncomfortably so, and tastes good, almost sweet as I grip firmly with my lips. I work faster building the pressure in my pussy, both of us gasping as I take you deeper and deeper until I feel I can take no more, you are at the back of my throat. I hold still for a moment, stroking your balls and holding your cock with my other hand to keep building towards our peaks, and then find I can take you deeper still, till I have almost all of you in my mouth. As I feel your balls contract the warmth sweeps through me as my pussy contracts in a gentle peak but leaves my pussy aching still. You are at your peak too, telling me so while I continue to take you so very deeply that I feel your cream spurt straight down the back of my throat as you throb. Taking my hand you pull me back up and take me in your arms to kiss again as we both recover. Once again feeling your warm lips enclosing mine stokes my fire, and hearing my breathing quickening rekindles your own fire. Leaning me against the tree you again make me gasp as you tweak my nipples as we kiss, taking me close to a peak again already. The fire is raging in my pussy again now; she is screaming out to me that she needs your cock to relieve her ache, so I tell you how much I want your long cock inside me. Lifting my skirt, you place the tip of your cock just inside my pussy and hold it there as I gasp with pleasure. You push in the rest of the way in one swift movement so as to fill me. That feels so good, being stretched but feeling like your cock belongs there, almost like it is a part of me. We are both greedy, wanting another peak swiftly, and you settle into a very quick rhythm. I can’t suppress my moans as the pressure builds, an intense wave of heat sweeping through me, my head feeling as if there is a huge elastic band tightening around it. I feel your cock start to throb, and feel a warm rush of your cream inside me pushing me over the edge. Shuddering I cry out, all my muscles going into spasms, the band on my head suddenly released, pleasant sensations overwhelming me then leaving me feeling exhausted but contented. Unable to stand, we sink to the ground in an embrace, holding each other loosely for a few minutes before with a final kiss you say you must go. I stand up to start the short walk home. Once again it is silent except for the birds singing, and you watch with a smile on your face as I walk happily home, seeing your precious cream trickling down my thigh.

Jake was heavier than I thought. He was struggling to walk. I was supporting him as he ambled through the corridor towards his dorm room. He leaned on me heavily, his strong arm over my shoulder, supporting him. He mumbled something, burped and chuckled, reeking heavily of beer and whiskey. i had my second hand around thr other arm, feeling the dampness of his shirt and armpit - at times tempted to being my hand to nose and sniff that scent. Hed lose his balance if i did. What i could do is to slide my arms down and support his shapely butt, his wallet and thick jeans didnt help though. Luckily for me the shirt was a mess and jot tucked so i could reach under and feel rhe skin lower back, got fingers barely under the demin, tight fuckin jeans. reached over the butt and towards his asshole and taint through the demin. goog curve and warm, couldnt feel any more lol. As we reached his door, I asked for his keys. He mumbled again, but didn't nod, and tried futilely to reach inside his pockets while trying to balance him. I let go of him as he leaned against the door. I reached into his jeans pocket, trying one by one, but the jeans were too goddamn tight. This was Jake, the blue-eyed heartthrob sophomore, my girlfriend's ex. I had often met him and gone to bars in a group, stealing a glance at the urinal or in thr locker room aster our lacrosse practice satisfying my homoerotic and bisexual desires. For the girls, it was an everyday thing lusting over Jake but guys not so many chances, it was just me and Jake in this dingy dorm corridor. Well, I had to get the keys. I freed my hands. My eyes were transfixed at his bulge. I unzipped his jeans a little, not fully, so I could loosen up the pockets for access, pulled out his humongous key fob, unlocked the door, and supported Jake again so he wouldn't keel over. He mumbled again, "I've got to fucking piss." This time, it was clearer than the mumbles. I could see the light to the restroom was on. I led Jake there, let him stand right next to the toilet, and whispered in his ear, "Can you take the fucking piss yourself?" He mumbled again. I took that as a no. This was it. I had full access to Jake, and an unfulfilled fantasy--actually, two unfulfilled fantasies: messing around with a guy, and also try holding a buds free flowing cock. I always stole glances askance at the urinals, at those endowed, streaming appendages on muscular guys. I switched the light on so I could see everything. Jake was still being supported by me, but I needed better access. I leaned Jake against the wall so he didn't keel over, right next to the toilet bowl, knelt down, and got my face to his zipper level. I looked up: his scruffy face and that perfect chin, his shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons and a few visible golden-brown curls. Wait, the shirt had those click-sorta buttons. Further down: his partly untucked shirt, the blue waistband of his underwear, and his partly unzipped jeans. Partially exposed--what a vision. realizing that the shirt buttons were clicks, I reached up and, in a tiny, swift stroke, brought my finger through the center, unblocking all the clicks (or whatever the fuck press buttons are called)and grazing his fur on the way to a somewhat thin wispy trail of blond disappearing into the zipper. And then I unzipped the jeans all the way so I could push them down. Pushing the jeans down his massive bulge was a lot of work, and it took me at least a minute. My nostrils were inhaling the aromas wafting my way. He was in his white boxer briefs, the jeans stuck on his cycling-muscled, fuzzy thighs almost at his knees. I could see an earlier piss stain right where the cock head made an impression. The jeans were now on his thighs. His boxer briefs were bunched up. The crotch was ample and bulging. This was the moment of truth. He mumbled again, "I fucking need to piss." That was my cue. I used both hands to push down his underwear. There was no popping out of the cock, just a bit of uncurling of the beautiful beast, uncut and soft, almost stuck to the balls due to perspiration. I wanted to savor the moment, but the drops came quickly on my fingers. Before I knew it, the stream hit the floor near me. Instinctively, I aimed the gorgeous cock toward the bowl, and the loud liquid stream hitting the placid bowl water went on for a while. I licked the fingers of my other hand that had a few drops; it was tasteless but did smell of beer. I was harder now. I so badly wanted to flick my tongue in the stream. I played with his balls as the dick steadied and flickered my tongue in--I had waited too long. The stream was not as vigorous, but the taste was heavenly. It now weakened to a trickle, and I couldn't resist. As he tried to shake it, I slapped his hand away gently and mouthed the tip, which was still dripping.

Bedtime was more hellacious than usual. With Santa on his way, both kids were running on overdrive. I waited on a folded towel while Laura took turns showering the squirming little ones. While she bathed Hannah, I dried and diapered Mara. I let the toddler loose in the bathroom and waited with a warm towel for Hannah to be handed out from behind the shower curtain. Hannah was the ringleader of the madness. She understood what Santa meant. She knew that Christmas Eve was a Big Deal... Read more

You never realize how much stuff you've collected in your life until it's moving day. With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn't get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory... Read more

The word ‘orgy’ can conjure up different things for different people, particularly if you’ve never experienced one. Some people might imagine a seedy gropefest in a darkened room. Others might picture an opulent and indulgent Greco-Roman affair, with grapes and wine spilling lasciviously over writhing bodies. In practice, a modern orgy is neither of these things – though there are certainly elements of both. Let me explain. It was a few years ago that I, for a birthday treat, was... Read more

The following short erotic story following a new couple on date night who decide they can’t wait to get home and need to satisfy themselves ― and each other ― in their car. Teresa and I had only been together for a few weeks, just long enough for us to be confident in our feelings for one another. Even in public, I could barely keep my hands off her, and Teresa delighted in teasing me when I was least able to take advantage of her slim and inviting figure. This became a game between... Read more