1950s Erotica Novelas e Histórias

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

With a rough, impatient tug, he shifted the fabric to the side, exposing my dripping, aching clit to his own throbbing cock. "You feel so fucking wet," he rasped as he rubbed a finger against my slut, his eyes dark with a primal hunger as he began to grind his hips upward, teasing my pussy with his cock. "You’re nothing but a dirty little secretary, aren't you, Sara?" "Mr. Thorne, please," I whimpered, my hands clutching his broad shoulders as the pleasure sent sparks through every fiber of my being. "I'm going to give you exactly what you've been dreaming about while you watched me through that glass," he whispered.

God, she was insatiable back in her prime! He then spotted the tape from 1988. It was simply called 15th Anniversary. It was a special video Dottie made where she dressed, undressed and talked dirty while changing into a variety of sexy outfits... each outfit featured nylons, since that had always been, and still was his biggest fetish. Close-ups of her toes in nylons, in a variety of toenail colours, and a variety of nylon colours became one of his biggest jerk-off vids. She was just so damn beautiful, so full of life. God, did he miss her!

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I imagined he was mine, truly mine, and we were together. Read more Copy messageEdit message I returned the following day with a small box of select items. Inside were a vibrating butt plug and two dildos. No, I didn’t pack my entire collection of toys. And believe you me, I had quite the collection. When you’re a single woman with sexual needs you have more than just one dildo. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of all of them. I guess the truth is I had no intentions of giving up masturbation. I had no intention of giving up sex and by Father Michaels’ indulgence in the pleasure of my flesh the day before, I don’t think he intended me to give up anything either. Or I hoped he didn’t.

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

she whispered to the empty room, hips rolling up to meet her touch. The front door clicked open sooner than expected. Ethan was home early from work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong forearms she loved. He stepped into the living room, freezing at the sight: Lila, completely nude, body arched in ecstasy, fingers buried deep in her pussy, glistening with arousal. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard peaks, her thighs slick and parted invitingly. “Christ, Lila,” he muttered, voice a gravelly rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes darkened, locked on the obscene display—her hand moving rhythmically, the wet sounds echoing. “What the hell are yo

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.