Rhonda’s Dress Shop

Rhonda’s Dress Shop


“Hello Rhonda, sorry I’m late but-
“I’m sorry but Rhonda isn’t here, she had a family emergency. Perhaps I can be of assistance?”
“Okay. I guess that would be fine, but who are you?” Veronica said temporarily taken back by how handsome this man was that standing in front of her. His chest and abs alone would bring any woman to her knees. And his kissable caramel skin and goatee looked truly delicious.
“I’m Lamar, Rhonda’s cousin.”
“Oh okay, well I’m here to pick up my cocktail dress.”
“Okay, I can definitely help you with that. What’s your name?”
“Veronica Marks.”
“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Lamar said as he disappeared behind a sheer purple curtain. Lamar returned a few moments later with a troubled look now gracing his sexy features.
“I’m sorry but I don’t see anything here for you, you’re going to have to wait until Mon-
“Oh no, I have a dinner date tomorrow night, where I will be wearing that dress. So you may as well look again cause I’m not leaving without that dress.” Veronica tried not to show just how annoyed she had become so quickly.
“My apologies Ms. Marks but there is nothing else I can do at this time.” Lamar sighed.
“I am not leaving this store without my dress.” Veronica enunciated each word.
“With all do respect ma’am but you will leave the premises, even if I have to remove you myself.” Lamar frowned.”Okay, look, I’m sure if you could just call Rhonda, everything will be explained to you and I can get my dress and be on my marry way.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that, so as  I’ve said, you will have to wait until Monday to get your dress. I’m very sorry for any inconvenience we may have caused.”No damn it, go back there and look again.” Veronica pointed and yelled.”
I’ve looked everywhere the dress could possibly-
“I’m not going anywhere without my damn dress.” Veronica said as she took off running toward the bathroom. She could almost reach out and touch the door handle when Lamar grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him in one quick motion. His cologne immediately attacked her sense of smell.
“Sweet father in heaven why does he have to smell so good and be so damn sexy? Veronica quietly mumbled.”
“Since you want to do things the hard way and seem to have forgotten your way out, I’ll help you.” Lamar said as he picked up Veronica, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the door.
“Put me down. Do you hear me you big ass overgrown giant, put me down.” Veronica screamed.
“Sure thing, now get out before call the police.” Lamar said as he gently sat Veronica down on her feet and turned her toward the door.
“No.” Veronica said as he tried to use the butt of her small frame to push Lamar backwards out of her way. All of her attempts at trying to move Lamar were in vein, cause he hadn’t moved an inch. Or at least where it counted, but he had moved several inch below his belt and Veronica hadn’t seemed to notice until a soft grunt slipped from his very sexy lips. Veronica now stood stark steal as he nipples hardened against the glass door. Her danty panties instantly becoming wet and slick with each passing second.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing Lamar?”
“Well I was trying to put a gorgeous lunatic  out of my cousin’s store when she began to seduce me.”
“Bullshit, you lying fucking giant.”
“I’m lying but you keep grinding that beautiful ass of yours all over my dick.”
“Whatever, just open the fucking door, I’ll be back with the police.” She was still pissed but her throbbing wetness overpowered every other thought she had at the moment.
“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that Ms. Marks. My cousin’s policy is no unhappy customers so why don’t we head to the back and get your measurements for a new dress. What do you say?”  Lamar said as he reach around her, pulled the door closed locked it, then he ripped Veronica’s button down shirt, picked her up and carried her to the back of the store.
“Sounds like one hell of a plan to me, handsome.” Veronica smiled.
Lamar kissed the smile right off Veronica’s toffee colored face and didn’t stop until he reached the pattern table. With one swish of his arm, patterns, measuring tape, fabric, and chalk flew everywhere. Laying her down, Lamar peeled off Veronica’s skinny jeans, slid her to the edge of the table and pulled out a condom from his back pocket. As soon as the protection was secured, Lamar held her thong to the side and slowly began to slip inside of her soaked pussy walls.
“Uh wait, Lamar, I don’t think you’re going go fit.” Veronica moaned as the big bulbous tip of his dick pushed inside.
“I will, you just have to relax.” Lamar said as he continued the  slow ease between Veronica’s wet lips to the hilt then slowly pulled back out. Leaning over Veronica, Lamar sucked and kissed the tops of her  breast, then he ripped Veronica’s bra and sucked an erect  nipple into his eager mouth. Veronica’s soft moans filled the room as Lamar lavashed and sucked Veronica into a toe curling orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhh Lamar, damn.” While she was cumming, Lamar quickly moved his head down between her legs and lapped up all of her come, sucking her swollen clit and the inside of her coated lips into a humping frinzy before tongue fucking her into a second orgasm.
“Oh shit Lamar, I’m cuming againnnnnn.” Veronica yelled as a second orgasm, even more powerful as the first hit her, hard.  She wriggled about on the table and grabbed fistfuls of Lamar’s curly hair and wrapped her legs in a vice like grip around his neck. Before her orgasm could subside and her heartbeat returned to some semblance of normal, Lamar slid all thick eleven inches inside of Veronica’s drenched pussy.
“Lamarrrrrr.” Veronica screamed.
“Damn woman you are so beautiful and so tight, and so fucking wet.” Lamar grunted on an up stroke.
How about dinner once were done?”
“Uh huh.” She moaned.
“What was that?” Lamar asked as he continued to slide his dick in and out of some of the best pussy he’s ever had.
“Yes, what?” Lamar asked as he grabbed Veronica’s waist and began to pound into her dripping wet heat. She met him pound for glorious pound.
“Yes, I’ll have dinner with you Lamar, now stop talking and fuck me, harder.” Lamar held Veronica’s legs up in the air and pummeled her long and hard, his thrusts were perfect as he hit Veronica’s spot over and over again.
“Yeah baby yeah, I’m cumming again.” Veronica’s moans and screams and drenched pussy had Lamar toes curling, eyes blinking and entire body lock up as he came.
“Oh fuccccckkkkkk woman. Shit.” Lamar said as he fell over the table while still inside of Veronica.”
“Yeah, it was good for me too. Best I ever had.” Veronica smiled as she ran her hands through her hair.
“Well I better get going, can you let me up please? I have to go find another fucking dress since you misplaced my original.
“Veronica I was serious about dinner.” Lamar said ignoring her dress dilemma.
“You were?” Veronica asked suprised.
“Yes, I was.”
“Oh okay, um well then let’s go now.” Veronica said.
“Well not just yet, we’re not done.”
“Do you feel that?”
“Then we’re not done yet.”  Lamar grinned devilishly.
Veronica spread her legs wide, then said,
“I could definaletly go another round or two.”
“How about another three?” Lamar winked.
“If you can take it, then I can certainly dish it out.”
“Oh I’m dealing with a smart ass I see.”
“You sure are and as soon as you put that big dick back inside of me, I’ll show you what else you’re dealing with.” Veronica whispered as Lamar hovered over her.
He quickly slid inside of her wet heat as they happliy began round two.


Copyrighted (c) 2012-2013 by India Innocent Ndya Norfleet




Anticipation by Noyek



I was so excited about him coming home I had even mentally acted out him coming through the door and me meeting him!

It’d go a little something like:

Him walking through the door and me barely letting him in the house. Not only had I been standing guard near the door, but I’d also defeated the purpose of his key. Snatching open the door as soon as I heard his key enter the lock and pulling him in to the house. Freeing his hands of anything and everything except myself, my thick thighs and heavy hips were more than a handful; he’d definitely need both. Wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him as if I had a statement to be made. Kissing him as if my life depended on it, I’m talking about kissing him so good it’ll take a couple of minutes for him to catch his breath after I let him loose. I’m sure he’d want to talk, ask about my day and know how much I’ve missed him, but actions speak so much louder than words.

Snapping out of my fantasy, I found I was actually smiling to myself. Something I do each time he crosses my mind. Heading to the shower, I needed to get myself together. It wouldn’t be much longer before he was due and the last thing I wanted was for him to catch me looking a wreck after he’d been gone for so long.

Adjusting the water temp, I stepped into the shower, engulfed by the warm steam, arousing my body and the small splashes of water trickling over me. My mind wandered over to those many nights we’d shared a steamy shower: He’d always get in with a mischievous grin spread across his face, biting his lip, his bad boy signature.

His favorite thing to do was to turn me around directly facing the water flow and gently hold me there, allowing the water to have its way with me. Tantalizing my senses with the steady fall on my body. Twisting my mind and tugging at my tolerance of this unusual pleasure. Running his strong hands along my thighs, making his way up, deep sea diving, searching and discovering his pot of gold. Digging deep for gold among his newfound treasure, only stopping to take in the expressions of my satisfaction. Breaking away, turning me around to face him to tease me with my natural juices that kept him coming back for more, quenching his thirst.

He’d slowly disappear beneath the clouds of steam; I couldn’t see him but I could sure feel him, his tongue the most, like an electric eel, sending shocks through my body that caused me to become drenched, absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was standing in the shower.

I swear this man knew my anatomy, both physically and sexually, knew my needs, my wants, and my desires.

“Baby,” startled by his booming voice, bringing me, once again, back to reality, “I’m home.”

Opening the shower door, peeking around to see the man who moves my body just by his presence. Wasn’t exactly how I’d planned to greet him, but I was all hot and bothered and there was no purpose in letting a good hot shower go to waste.

Borrowing his mischievous grin, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” pulling him in, clothes and all. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”




Sofa Spread Eagle

Erotic Instructions:

Stand on the edge of a couch, bed, or two chairs, with your  legs spread wide. Position your man so he’s standing on the floor facing you.  Adjust the width of your stance (bending your knees slightly if necessary) so he  can easily slide between them and get your pelvises to meet — then rock your  bodies together to feel the bliss.


Why You’ll Love It:

There’s nothing like the feeling of impulsive,  must-have-it-right-now sex while standing up. But the Sofa Spread-Eagle spares  you both the royal pain of matching up your private parts. While your stable  stance allows you to move to his rhythm, your wide-spread legs give you that  supersexy vulnerable feeling. All that frontal friction will hit your hot spot  and take you to a no-hands-necessary climax.

Courtesy of cosmopolitan.com

Erotica- Our First Vibe

Our First Vibrator


When I asked Liz what she wanted for her birthday, I expected her to say perfume or jewelry. But she had something else in mind.

“A vibrator? Are you serious?” I said. She giggled nervously, but I knew that she meant it.

Liz was easily embarrassed and almost virginal in style. But her lascivious streak never failed to surprise me. She could charm dinner guests while playing with my cock under the table. I looked forward to shopping.

A few days later I visited a store called the Pleasure Chest, a 7-Evelen of sex toys and paraphernalia. Men in three-piece suits with blond, manicured girlfriends perused cock rings and crotch-less panties. A gay couple in black leather and studded chokers examined a giant two-headed dildo with “lifelike veins.”

The vibrators on display ranged in size and color from monstrous flesh-colored models to butt plugs that resembled night-lights. Some were expensive semi-orthopedic devices with sponge-covered balls affixed. Others were strap-on affairs that promised stunning orgasms for the woman daring enough to wear one. Options included variable speeds and intensities, hand crank, AC-DC adaptors, kits with lubricants and spiky rubber sleeves.

I eventually decided on two sleek, white missile-shaped models like the ones that turn up occasionally in drugstores. Each package portrayed a woman smiling beatifically as she held the little bullet to her cheek. “Eases muscle tension, “ the copy proclaimed. The big one, about ten inches long, was an inch-and-a-half in diameter near the rigid bottom and tapered to a point. The other was no longer than four inches and nearly the same thickness.

When I handed the boxes to a clerk in black leather and crew cut, he looked up in mock horror. “Two?” he intoned. “Aren’t we being a little piggy?” I mumbled something out of embarrassment, but he paid no attention. With the nonchalance of someone who had tested vibrators a thousand times, he threw batteries into each one, twisted them with a flick of the wrist, then flipped them back into the box. Like a waiter reciting the specials of the day, he then advised: “Remove the batteries after each use. Keep hem clean. Don’t use them in the tub. Have a nice day.”

Liz tore the wrapping paper away like a kid. “You really did it?” she cried. Then she started giggling “Two! Oh, my God. “

I slipped the big one out of the box and turned it on. Liz gasped. “Jesus, it’s loud, isn’t it?”

“Don’t worry, “ I said. “The neighbors will just think it’s an electric toothbrush.”

With the thing still buzzing in my hand I put my arms around her and lifted her skirt from behind. I slid it down her ass and between her legs. The sound was muffled as it disappeared beneath thighs and poked it through to the front.  Liz’s mouth dropped open with pleasure. I kissed her deeply while lifting her gently to her toes with the vibrator pressing against her cunt. She was moaning now as her weight brought the buzzing bullet into direct contract with her clitoris.

I put it between us and we held it with our crotches while embracing. Liz began to grind against me. I pulled down her pantyhose and took off my shirt and tie. We kissed deeply.  My hand played with her cunt. It was open and wet as her outer lips gave way to my fingers.

I moved down to kiss her breasts and suddenly jumped. The vibrator was between my legs. Liz was rubbing it over my ass and against my balls. I felt a boiling sensation against my peritoneum, a buzzing throughout my testicles and inside me. “That feels weird,” I shuddered, “but wonderful.”

Liz smiled lewdly as she roamed with it all over my thighs and crotch. “A cock of my own, “she giggled. “How do you like that?”

I was fully erect. I knew I would come in seconds if I entered her. So I took the vibrator and used it to caress her breasts and stomach. She closed her eyes slowly parted her legs, pushing a pillow beneath her. “I’m the birthday girl,” she whispered. “And I want my present now.”

I felt like spurting my come all over her stomach. But I wanted to climax with her. So instead I knelt beside her on my haunches. I stroked her face with one hand and nuzzled buzzing vibrator into her opening. Its quivering tip just barely nudged her cunt open. Liz moaned and whimpered and finally pleaded, “Oh, please, don’t tease me.”

Our lovemaking always had an element of taunting. When she was excited, I made her admit that she was hungry little whore.  That admission caused her last inhibition to snap and she would grow even wilder, bucking her hips and in a low guttural voice begging to be fucked.

So I teased her with the dildo, pushing it in slightly and withdrawing it. “We have a hungry little cunt tonight,” I murmured.

“Please don’t do this,” she sighed. “Stick it in me. Please.”

Bringing her knees up she swallowed three fourths of the vibrator. I pulled It out and slowly slid it back and forth again and again. It made wet smacking noises as it parted her pussy. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure coming from between her legs. Then I began pumping her with a steady rhythm. I watched her buck to meet every thrust. The buzzing went from loud to soft as the shiny white cylinder slithered deeply in and out of her.

My voyeurism became rampant now. Wanting to see her pleasure herself, I placed her hand over my own on the vibrator. She grabbed it without hesitation and then she began plunging it into herself even faster than before.

While Liz was fucking herself furiously with the ten-inch dildo, I leaned over to retrieve the little one from the bedside table. My cock brushed her face. With her eyes still closed, Liz parted her lips and stuck out her tongue to find me. In a moment I was inside her warm mouth and her cheeks were contracting feverishly while she kept the big dildo tight in her fist.

She sucked me with groans of pleasure, arching her head and neck form the pillow. I snapped the little vibrator on and moved it down her stomach, toward her clit. When I penetrated her with it her jaw went slack and hr body stiffened. My cock fell still shiny with saliva from her mouth.

“Oh, honey, keep it there. Please don’t stop,” she begged. I held the little vibrator lightly against her exposed clitoris and knelt back to watch.

It was a view I had never been privy to before. Liz’s body was stiffening as if taking an electric charge. Her hands fell limply to her sides, but the big vibrator still jutted from her thick pubic thatch, held only by her muscles. From the look on her face, I knew we were in the countdown stage.

Suddenly her torso arched upward and a low, breathy “Ohhh” came from her lips. She shook and quivered and gasped for nearly a full minute. I was voyeur and participant, feeling something close to wonder to see her in that state. She was so out of control, so abandoned to the pleasure coursing through her cunt, that I felt a small pang of jealousy, When her breathing returned to normal, I fought back my own greed and whispered in her ear, “Happy birthday.”

I knew Liz would soon get horny again, but I was anxious. I reached over for a bottle of baby oil on the bed stand and dripped some onto my cock till it glistened. With on hand I lubricated myself until the oil made a popping sound. With the other I parted her cunt.

Kneeling between her legs, I pumped my erection, waiting for her eyes to open. I knew she loved to watch me do this. It reminded her of porno movies we had seen. When she finally looked at me a smile spread across her face and she raised her legs in the air. I slid into her with ease. She squeezed her cunt muscles in welcome.

“You feel so warm and big,” she said. “Just let me lie here and get fucked by that big thick cock.” She bit my lips, sucked my tongue and begged me to fuck her. “I’m so open, I’m so wet,” she groaned as I slid in and out of her.

After about ten thrusts I was ready to come. I wanted to hold back, but Liz was milking me with her cunt. I slowed down, and began to lick her breasts when I heard one of the vibrators snap on. Liz was pressing the small one-still wet with her juices-against my ass. The buzzing tip suddenly slipped all the way in. I started thrusting furiously, feeling nothing but that churning inside me and my come coursing up through my cock.

“Shoot it,” she cried. “Shoot it into me, make me take it.” I pushed my cock deep inside her. Liz was moaning-for me, for my pleasure-while holding the vibrator against my ass. With my last spasm I fell on top of her and we shared a deep, wet, tired kiss.

The two vibrators became a part of our sex lives. We named them Jo and Joe and even took them with us on weekends to the country. It was on one of those weekends that I raised the subject of her Christmas gift. She mused for a moment, then looked up at me with an innocent smile and said, “Batteries.”

courtesy of Penthouse

Erotica- I Miss Your Touch

I miss your touch

I got home from work late. Rushed to make sure your dinner was on the table. I’m fresh; the stress and the grime of the day washed off my body. Just waiting patiently to kiss you, while fantasizing about all the ways we’d prove our love, while passing the time.

You arrive home. We eat, laugh, joke, and talk. We share a love and a bond so strong. When we make love our bodies become one. We can’t tell where your heartbeat ends and mine begin.

It would start with a kiss, slow and passionate. Next, you’d undress me slowly, basking in my body as if it was the first time. Your fingers move down my abdomen to my sweet spot. I’m already ready for you to penetrate me. Instead, you lay me on my back. Tasting my sweet nectar slow at first then faster. You lays know where to touch and how to do it. I’m begging to taste you, but you pin my legs down while you feast on my kitty.

After my body quivers, convulses, and shakes; you bless me with your rod. Ready to please and aiming to satisfy. Deep, slow strokes turn into fast and hard deliberate penetration. It hurts so good. Our bodies meld into each other as our sweat becomes one. We kiss and touch and I scream your name, as you drill me over and over. Always sensing when I’m close, you slow down and aim for that special spot that sends me into ecstasy. We cum together. Spent and satisfied.

I look to my side and it was all a dream. I felt you just like it was real. Yet, you’re gone. And I still miss your touch.


Erotica Thursdays- A Hot Summer Day

A Hot Summer Day

The thermostat had touched 96 degrees for the second day in the row and I swore I’d die if the weather continued this way. It was a sweltering, sticky, sweat as soon as you get out of the shower type of hot. The last thing on my mind was sex, but my man always had a different agenda.

I’d just gotten out of a cold shower for the 2nd time today when my love came home and made his way up the stairs to our bedroom. He walked through the door and immediately started to strip.  I won’t deny, the mere sight of his perfect body had already gotten me going. I watched him walk towards the shower naked and my mouth watered at the sight of his semi erect penis. I stood directly in front of the air conditioner and attempted to patiently wait for the loving that I didn’t even want a few minutes ago.  Getting familiar with myself, I slowly massaged my nipples, increasing the speed as my body reacted to the pleasure. That encouraged me to move down my stomach to explore my fresh wetness. Just as I began to really enjoy myself my husband walked in on me. I was caught with my hand in my own cookie jar. I let his hand replace mine, and his name rolled off the tip of my tongue effortlessly. I got down on my knees and began to work my magic. I wet his glistening shaft with my tongue and took all of him in my mouth. He forcefully pushed my head into him while gripping my hair and vigorously directing my movements. Adjusting my pace and techniques, I stroked his length and massaged his balls till he came down my throat.

Next thing I knew, he had picked me up and pinned me against the wall and began to work me over. I endured, deep, hard, vicious strokes while he settled into a rhythm. I began screaming his name at the top of my lungs as he went deeper and deeper thrusting towards my sweet spot over and over again. Holding on for the ride, I began to bounce on top of his dick while meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies were dripping with sweat, yet we continued to fuck until we both collapsed on the floor.

Curled up on our bedroom rug, we laid basking in the after glow. My husband got up and left the room while I enjoyed our scent in silence. When he returned I was lying still with my eyes closed in a peaceful state of nirvana. I was quickly awoken to the piercing sting of ice gliding over my skin and Chill, our vibrating ice cube, getting reacquainted with my clitoris. The cooling sensation had my body in overdrive. By this point, I was completely paralyzed with pleasure because my love darted his tongue in and out of my hot pussy while Chill worked on my clit. He tasted every drop as my juices mixed with the melted ice and drizzled down his chin. As I came, he held me down forcing me to endure more of his tongue-lashing.

Completely satisfied, I fell into his arm and began to nod off again. After a few minutes he asked, “Are you ready for round three?” Not even opening my eyes I replied, “Are you crazy its 96 degrees today!”

Thursday Erotica- The Masseur

The Masseur

I loved to be doted on and Eric loved to please so we were a match made in heaven.  His body was perfect. I could stare at him for hours. He had eyes that lead you to his soul. His strong jawline and dimples had me captivated. I was a sucker for a man with dimples. His broad shoulders led to a chiseled chest down to the valleys of his pelvis. He had long athletic legs. Last but not least, his dick was a perfect nine inches, long and thick. My mouth would water at the site of his gorgeous member.

It was date night, but he suggested we stay home.  He stripped my small frame of all of my clothes. My perfect breasts stood at attention. His strong hands found their way down my taut abdomen and around to my plump ass. We got into the candlelit shower. We had one of those spa showers with multiple shower heads and a bench. I was in heaven. He lathered me slowly, taking care to leave no part of my body untouched. The parts that he couldn’t reach were being prodded by the shower heads.  It was like being in the shower with several people. I grabbed a vibrating sponge and began to wash his front as he rubbed my shoulders and chest. I could feel the electricity throughout my body and mostly in my center. My body could explode any minute.

The smell of the lavender body wash was so relaxing, yet it had my senses yearning for more. He lathered and gently washed my hair, while taking care in massaging my scalp and temples. My eyes were closed, while I imagined his long fingers stroking my kitty to climax. I got lost in my fantasies while he continued to wash my hair.

He led me out of the shower and into our bedroom. We dried each other off. Then our eyes met. He cupped my face and I stood on my toes as we kissed passionately. His huge stature always seemed to envelop my entire petite body. Our tongues danced. Our souls united with just one kiss. We continued to kiss passionately, alternating between deep kisses and light bites at each other’s mouths. The rest of me yearned to feel his lips.

He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He placed me on my stomach so that he could massage my back. My entire back was one huge erogenous zone and he’d found all the right places.  He poured warmed massage oil from a massage candle onto my shoulders and down my spine. His brawny hands followed the stream of oil. He began at the small of my back. Strokes initiated at my spine separated out to my sides. Alternating between firm pressure and light finger touches. His fingers danced up my spine towards my shoulders. He firmly massaged the tension from my neck and shoulder blades. The oil glided under his masculine hands over the valleys through the peaks on my back. Circular strokes, light thumping, and firm caresses all over until I was putty in his hands.

He moved down to my calves and stroked my muscular legs in short concentrated strokes. Up to my thick thighs, where he used alternating pressure on opposite legs. He rubbed me into a frenzy. My moist center yearned to be massaged. I knew the best was yet to come. He rubbed my ample ass. I could feel his touches all over. Places he’d been and spots he’d yet to conquer all felt like they were being massaged into ecstasy at the same time.

His tongue touched my ear as he whispered all of the things he planned to do to me. He tongued my ear, in an out and onto my earlobe, then down my neck to my back. His tongue painted a trail straight down my back, stopping only to change speeds- from a flicker of the tongue, to flat laps, and sweet kisses all the way down my trail. He stopped briefly when he gently parted my ass cheeks. I elevated my pelvis off the bed so he could have better access. He teased my ass with just the tip of his tongue. I was so close to cumming and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet. I was dripping wet and starving for his thick dick. I knew it would be a while before my walls were massaged from the inside. I decided to be patient and enjoy the sensations.

Up and down, in and out of my back door. I was near convulsing when he suddenly stopped. He slid his body up mine and lay on top of me. I could feel his huge hard dick throbbing on my ass. He whispered, “Are you ready for me”? I just whimpered because I couldn’t even talk at this point.

I did as I was told and flipped over onto my back. He stared down at my body like it was the first time he had seen me naked. I felt so sexy, so desired. We shared a kiss. I grabbed his back and pulled him down onto me. I could feel all of his weight down on my body. I felt him overpower me with his size and masculinity.

He propped himself up and began to oil the front of my chest, starting with my perky breasts and rock hard nipples. He made his way down to my stomach and played with my belly button. He still hadn’t touched my flower. She was starting to feel neglected. As if he could read my mind, he slowly parted my lips and began to massage my clit. Circular motions caused my bud to harden and swell. He added one finger and began to massage my walls like he’d lost something. My breaths quickened as I neared my climax. He continued to stroke and stroke, in and out until I erupted. I grabbed the sheets as I squirted all over the bed.

I had to have him. And I had to have him now.  In one motion, he mounted me and entered my honey pot. My walls welcomed him home. His strokes were slow and passionate at first, but soon quickened as he began to get rough. He knew my body so well. He knew how and when I needed it rough. He was violently penetrating me and it hurt so good. I scratched and dug my nails into his back.

He turned me on my side and held onto my leg as he entered me from behind. I played with my clit, while enjoying every minute of the assault my pussy was getting. His balls slapped against my ass. His lips found their way to the nape of my neck and it was over. My quiver quickly turned into a full body explosion. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. He slowed his strokes while I recovered.

He sat up and against the headboard and I put my back to his chest. I mounted him and rode him like a stallion. He reached around to play with my breasts as I worked my magic on his dick. I tightened my muscles on him like a vice grip, attempting to milk his dick. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me. I gyrated and twirled my pussy in his lap until his moans got louder. He grabbed me tight from behind and matched my rhythm.

He moved me to side and kneeled in front of me. He fed me all nine inches. I bobbed my head onto his pelvis. I adjusted my suction, while taking him in and out of my mouth. I used my free hand to play with his love button.   You know that special place between his dick and balls. I had him just where I wanted him. He screamed my name right before he pulled out of my mouth. With a few hand strokes he came all over my face and chest and I loved it.

Spent, we both cleaned up and lay in each other’s arms. Immensely satisfied, we drifted off to sleep as he spooned me from behind.


Thursday Erotica- The Chef


Let me cook for you baby…

I had been dating Joey for a few months. Things were starting to get a little stale in the bedroom. I think he could sense I was getting a little bit bored. He was studying to be a chef at the culinary institute, so of course he’d cooked for me before. It’s actually one of the things I grew to love about him. But, he’d never gone all out like he did this particular night.

I came home from work and my apartment had been decorated with candles and Rose petals. I found my man busy in the kitchen cooking. The smell was decadent. I kissed him passionately. He had me at the gesture. I was ready to forgo his carefully planned feast and make love to him right there in the kitchen. He told me to go upstairs, get more comfortable, and to give him about fifteen minutes to finish cooking.

I undressed and showered. As I lathered, I fantasized about what was to come later that evening. I really appreciated what he’d planned and couldn’t wait to thank him in my own special way. I knew we’d be busy pleasing each other for hours and I couldn’t wait. It wasn’t the sex that had me bored, after all. I had just grown tired of the same routine in the bedroom. Even great sex could be boring if you do it the same way each night.

After my shower, I dressed in a sexy chemise. I’d lathered my skin to softness with a coconut oil enhanced with cinnamon. I dabbed pheromones behind my ears and in my cleavage. Not that he had a choice, but he wouldn’t be able to resist my sexy combination of cinnamon for an aphrodisiac and pheromones for attraction.

His eyes lit up when I got downstairs. He told me how beautiful I looked and how he couldn’t wait to have me for dessert. I don’t know how he still managed to smell so good after he’d been slaving over the stove. Something about his cologne always turned me on. It was intoxicating.

He pulled out my chair and I took a seat. He told me that we’d be trying something a little different tonight and that I should trust him. Then he blindfolded me and told me that he’d be feeding me the appetizer.

Even though, i was blindfolded, I still closed my eyes and let go. The first things he fed me were fruit, nothing fancy, just assorted grapes, pineapples, watermelon, and strawberries. The sensation in my mouth from the different tastes and textures was so erotic. It was more than a simple fruit assortment. All of my senses were on fire because I didn’t know what to expect next.

He planted a few soft kisses on my lips, cheek, and neck. He’d started to move towards my ear and I thought I would go into sensory overload. I was so aroused and all he’d done was feed me some fruit and kiss me a few times. It was more than that this time. It was the care he’d taken in feeding me slowly and his sweet whispers in my ears that had me ready to rip off the blindfold and ravage him right there. But, I resisted, I was patient.


He removed the blindfold so we could eat his gourmet meal consisting of food with names I couldn’t pronounce. We ate and talked and flirted. The suspense and foreplay had us both ready to explode.

He brought out strawberries and chocolate for dessert. I know it sounds cliché, but I thought it was very romantic. He dipped the berry in white chocolate and fed it to me slowly. I savored each bite. We took turns feeding each other. I dipped my finger into the chocolate and fed it to him. He took care in removing all the chocolate from my fingertip. His licks sent jolts of electricity down to my center.

I told him if he made me wait any longer, I’d take it from him. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. He moved from my lips to my neck, down to my protruding nipples. He stimulated one while paying close attention to the other. Next thing I knew he had both in his mouth. I nudged his head a bit, hoping he’d get the idea. I needed to feel his lips. I needed him to taste me. He took the hint and moved lower. He flicked his tongue rapidly in and out of my belly button. He moved towards my inner thighs. He was so close to my hot center, yet I knew he’d make me suffer a bit longer. He moved from my inner thighs down to my knees and calves. Next he feasted on my toes one by one. I watched as he savored each pedicured toe. I was dripping wet. It was as if my center was on fire. And then…

He tasted me. He started off with slow licks on my pearl. He alternated slow licks with rapid tongue strokes across my swollen bud. I was moaning in delight from the sweet torture. I felt an eruption building and I wanted to release my first orgasm. He dipped his tongue in and out of me as I feverishly met his strokes with my pelvis. His thumb stroked my clit in circles. I couldn’t take much more. He replaced his thumb with his warm mouth and inserted two fingers into my honey pot. He curled his fingers toward my g-spot. I was so aroused, dripping wet, and ready to climax. I tightened my muscles on him, so he quickened the pace. He could sense I was close. He alternated fast and slow strokes with both his fingers and mouth until I exploded in orgasmic bliss. I quivered from the aftershocks from my powerful orgasm.

Once I recovered, I took my time trailing kisses down his athletic body. I kissed his taught chest and rolled his nipples between my fingers. I got lost in his “wings”, those muscles just above the pelvis. My tongue ran through the crevice and teased his sides. His body was built like a Greek god.  I slowly made my way to his throbbing penis.  I started by teasing the tip. I then took all of him into my hot mouth. I saw him throw his head back in delight. His eyes were closed and I could see from his facial expression, I had him right where I wanted him. I adjusted to a steady rhythm as I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. Adjusting my suction and swallowing him whole.

As if he could read my mind, he flipped me on my back and entered me in one swift motion. I was dripping wet. We met with each stroke as he explored my walls slowly and deliberately like he’d lost something. I could feel my second eruption coming. It felt so good. He started to pull back slowly and then thrust deeply into my center. Over and over he repeated strokes as I scratched at his back. I kissed his salty skin and moaned uncontrollably as my body began to shake, signally my next full-body explosion. I bucked against us pelvis and came hard.


I got on top and rolled my hips on his lap while he fed on my breasts. He held down my hips and pumped wildly upwards. I bounced up and down to match his ferocious rhythm. While meeting his upward strokes, I tightened my muscles onto him. He screamed out my name. We continued our violent pace until I could see he was close to his climax. A few more strokes and we came together.

He needs to cook more often…

by Cinnamon

Erotica Thursday- Tonight


By Trish (@GimmeUnusual)

Shhh…don’t utter a word unless it’s my name.

Don’t even move a muscle…I got this.

Your body is the business and I’m gone have it…TONIGHT.

What’s that? You want me to tell you everything I’m going to do to you?

I guess that can be arranged, but when I’m done saying it, I’m gone reenact that, smack that, twist that, and kiss that…

Don’t act all shy now girl…you know exactly what you came here for. And I’m gone give it to you…tonight.

Don’t talk…just listen. First I’m going to turn on the lights…I need to see every morsel of your body as I tease you, please you, seduce you, juice you…

Then I’m going to lay your pretty little body down on this bed and slowly undress you. Don’t shiver baby; you’ll be longing for cool air once I’m done with you.

I want to see your body tremble in more ways than one. I’m going to lightly blow on your skin; just enough to make the hairs on your arms stand. Preparation baby…for what’s to come. Next I’m going to take one of the ice cubes melting in that bowl right there, and I’m going to let the water from the cube drip down on your belly…in your navel…all over your breasts…

Do you mind if I place the ice in between my lips and trace the majestic angles of your body…shhh…don’t answer. I’m in control tonight.

Watch me work.

I’m going to sip up every drizzle on your skin…slurp up the fragments inside your navel…lick up every wayward drip across your belly…and when I get to your nipples…I won’t have mercy.

Why you blushing? Do I make you nervous?

Just when the chills across your body try to overtake you, my hands will warm you. I’ll start at your shoulders and glide my hands down your arms. Damn you so beautiful with them perky tits.

Your skin is still damp from my icy kisses…glistening like the morning’s first dew. I can’t help but rub my face over your belly and in between your breasts…you smell so sweet. Jasmine covered skin melting elegantly onto my sheets…delectable, edible, impeccable…

Please don’t mind me as I squeeze your heavenly thighs…as I place your French manicured toes into the air and run my tongue up the backs of your calves…you’re quivering baby…but I’m so far from done.

I’m aware of your body…back arched, lips obtruded, and your eyes begging for more. I got just what you’ve been waiting for.

This leg belongs here and the other one there…FUCK! Forgive me as I stare but your pretty pussy got me having a private, cerebral affair.

Pardon me as I make your body my fortress.

My tongue will send you in subliminal delight as I lick every nook and cranny to be found…ignite…your body blazing…your mind racing…tonight.

I’m going to start at your temple and trail my lips across your cheek. I’ll get there baby…you don’t have to fret.

Your lips are my paradise…plump, sweet…damn baby…you got me feenin’…ready to eat…

Your saccharine neck and supple breasts…yeah…you know it…I’m the best.

Watch me as I go down below…watch me as I write my name on it. When I’m done you’ll tattoo my name on it.

I know you wanna touch my pulsing, hard dick…but lay here…for there is nothing about tonight that will be quick.

Your nectar satisfies my appetite, your throbbing pussy signing my invite.

Who am I to keep suspended your true heart’s desire? You’re the buyer, I’m the supplier.

Your body welcomes me as I glide in…squeeze that pussy for me as I swirl in, twirl in, flip you upside down and curl in.

Say my name.

You’re scratching up my back, and I’m pulling on your hair. You’re bucking that pussy up on me…a lioness ready to attack.

No mistaking it…your body is a temple and I’m going to show it much do respect. As I eject erections of love inside of you and subject you to the passions within…

Say my name.

Warm honey milk in between your thighs, dripping on the sheets, in between my teeth…fuck around and fertilize.

You think I’m talking shit? Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

I’m going to ravish your body, tantalize it, eat it…heat it…and beat it up. And just when you think it’s over, I’m coming back for more…retire you, bankrupt, foreclosure…

If you think you can’t take it all…baby just say when but TONIGHT I have planned for us to do it over and over again.

Courtesy of http://celebluvgasms.com/?cat=164


Anticipation is expectation or hope of something pleasurable.

I had reconnected with a guy from the past. We’d dated before, but nothing serious. All I’ve been doing is anticipating his next move. The next time he’d call, next time we’d go on a date, the first time we have sex. He’s not my “usual” type. He’s really aggressive and a little rough, but it turns me on. So, he asked me out on a date. He said we would enjoy a quiet dinner and then go to a club. I spent all day primping. I wanted to look good for him. I even put on something short and tight. I figured I might as well live the fantasy; after all I’m very demure. I don’t wear makeup or even heels, and I definitely don’t date bad boys. I figure there is a first time for everything. He came to my house looking good enough to eat. I could’ve bypassed the whole dimmer and dancing altogether. I needed some attention. It had been too long. We went to a really romantic dinner. Candlelight and wine, dinner was great. I told him I wanted to go home. I sure hope he got the hint. Just as I was trying to devise a plan to get him in my house, he started rubbing my thigh. Just my thigh, but his touch was electrifying. I felt my pussy get wet and I was so ready for him to remind me what I had been missing. He moved higher up my leg, until he reached my Kitty. He began to stroke me with his middle finger as he rubbed my clit with his other finger. Just as I was close, he smirked and took his finger out. I couldn’t wait to get him home. We pulled up to my driveway and I was praying that he planned to come inside and finish what he started. I reached for my door as he went to get out of his. The walk to my house took eternity. As soon as I put my key in the door, he was all over me from behind. He kissed all along my neck and my ears as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to me. He slammed me down onto the couch and began to take my clothes off. He was so rough and forceful and it was turning me on. My pussy was dripping and he knew it. He kissed, licked, and sucked his way up and down my body. He made sure to never touch my pussy, which was driving me crazy. I begged him to taste me as I pushed his head down. Finally! His lips touched my lips. He licked, probed, and sucked my lips and clit. He ate me like a starved man on his first meal. I was about to explode as he inserted a finger into my butt. I am freaky as hell, but he was definitely turning me out. He licked and pumped with his finger in unison until I erupted on his face. Satisfied. I had to taste his dick in my mouth. I undressed him and began to tease the tip and taste the precum as it oozed from his head. I then began to adjust my rhythm so I could take as much of his oversized member as possible. I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. I could tell he was enjoying himself because he grabbed a fist full of my hair and began to force my head lower and faster. I loved that shit. I got up and climbed on his lap so I could ride him like a stallion. I bounced my small frame up and down on his lap. I was losing control as I felt my second climax nearing. He must have sensed it too as he held me down and he began to furiously pump upward from underneath me.  I collapsed on top of him, completely satisfied, but I knew he wasn’t finished. He turned me over and started punishing me from behind. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as I pushed back to meet his rhythm. He was hitting all my spots. This sex was amazing. I could feel him stiffen as he erupted all over my ass and back. We collapsed on the floor, both immensely satisfied. We’ve been dating for six months mow and things couldn’t be better. He fulfilled all my expectations and definitely met my anticipation.