All Chapters of A Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It looked as good as it felt, and it felt amazing. My lips were parted as I watched her stroke me, her hand spreading precum along my shaft. I was so entranced by the way her hand moved that I barely noticed her nestling between my legs and lowering her head until her lips were almost on the head of my cock. "Oh God," I whispered as her breath brushed against my tip. She glanced up at me, eyes sparkling as she smirked, and then her lips were wrapped around my cock and I was firmly in heaven. Flashes of light filled the room as Meg began to bob her head on my cock. At first I didn't want to move, afraid that if I touched her hair or pushed my hips forward, she'd stop, and I would've given almost anything to keep her from stopping. Slowly, though, I gained more confidence, and the next time thunder roared, I moved my hand to her still-wet hair. She sucked my cock eagerly, stroking the shaft as her mouth worked my tip. After a while, she started swallowing more of it, shoving my cock

Austin is a nice guy. No, really, an actual nice guy, not just one of those horrible nice guys. After a messy conversation about his best friend Shay's most recent breakup, things are awkward between the two friends as a huge thunderstorm hits and the power goes out. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. ** You know that one girl? Everyone knows a girl like her. It seems like she's unfair, like everything about her is just... perfect. All of the words that describe a pretty girl apply to her. She's cute and adorable and beautiful and sexy. Her nose scrunches when she laughs and her eyes go wide when she's shocked or scared. Her smile could end wars. Everyone knows that girl who is just unfairly beautiful. On top of that, she's the kindest, sweetest, most genuine person you'll ever meet. She's hopeful and optimistic. Everyone wants t

There was no denying that she was incredibly attractive. I mean, she was an amazing person, and that's what mattered most. Physically, though, everyone could see that she had a smile that made me feel like I was melting, and that her eyes were expressive and bright, and that her body was... perfect. Just so, so perfect. And when you live with someone, you notice those things. People get comfortable in their homes, and there was nothing wrong with that, but sometimes it meant Shay would walk around in a T-shirt and short-shorts as pyjamas. And sometimes she wouldn't wear a bra, and I didn't mean to notice. It wasn't like I was trying to look, it just... she was just there, and it was hard not to notice when she'd curl up beside me on the couch and snuggle against my arm. It wasn't my fault that her nipples would get hard and that the fabric of her shirt was thin enough to let me feel them as she cuddled against me. And I couldn't help that I liked that feeling, or that my body reacted

A jagged branch of lightning ripped across the clouds and we both jumped as thunder blasted just moments later. "You okay?" I asked as she tried to untangle her hair. "Yeah," she said shakily. "Thank you for picking me up." "Anytime," I said. "I got you some ice cream." Her eyebrows were still creased, but her face brightened a bit. "Really? From The Hokey Pokey?" "Yeah." She dug into the bag on the floor as I started the windshield wipers and put the car in drive. "Oh, Espresso Flake, my favourite. What'd you get yourself?" "Nice try," I said. "I don't like you enough to eat Mint Moose Tracks instead of Espresso Flake." She didn't quite laugh, but I saw the corners of her mouth flick up. Another rumble of thunder drummed through the sky and she shivered. "I hate storms," she said. "I know," I replied. "We'll be home right away." She nodded, staring out the window silently as I drove carefully down the streets, my wipers barely able to keep up with the sudden downpour. Than

Before I could respond, thunder crashed. Immediately, there was another flash of lightning, and I saw Shay's bottom lip firmly wedged between her teeth, her long T-shirt almost glowing in the sudden brightness. She wanted to lie down with me. The words weren't processing right. I broke them down into simpler statements. She... that was Shay. Wanted... obvious enough. To lie down, that made sense. With me. Shay wanted to lie down with me. "In my bed?" I finally said. She waited for the clap of thunder to fade before speaking. "You're right," she whispered. "It's weird. I'm sorry. I'll just—" "No, no, it's... it's fine," I said tiredly. "Just let me put some pants on. I'm in my boxers." "I don't care." "But—" "Please?" she said, her voice cracking. Thunder seemed to vibrate the air around us and she started forward, barely waiting for me to say yes before she was pulling the blankets away and burying herself beneath them. If that was all it was, it wouldn't have been so bad.