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Self deprecation is the most lethal weapon in any ladykiller's arsenal.
Bonus: You'll also be a much, much healthier man.
As if you needed any further reason to look and feel your best.
Self deprecation is the most lethal weapon in any ladykiller's arsenal.
Bonus: You'll also be a much, much healthier man.
As if you needed any further reason to look and feel your best.
Welcome to the randy reading renaissance.
Fact: In a simpler time—long before an unlimited amount of pornography flooded the Internet—it wasn't unusual for people feeling frisky to read their porn. From the bodice-ripping sex stories of the 19th century to the modern-day Penthouse Forum, those looking to arouse themselves delighted in steamy reading that took them to far-off settings and scenes.
Today, we're seeing a return to form of sorts. Thanks to sites like Bellesa , Lush Stories , Novel Trove , and, of course, the Porn Hub of sex stories, Literotica , a randy reading renaissance is thoroughly underway. Fiction, nonfiction, straight, gay, bisexual, transexual, interracial, BDSM, one-night stands, group sex, cheating, cuckolding, fetishes, fantasy (as in: You're into foot stuff), fantasy (as in: You're into, um, lightsabers), masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, big boobs, big dicks, MILFs and DILFs and GMILFs and GDILFS—just like the visual stimulation you're used to, porny prose also has it all.
If, like video porn, you don't even know where to begin, know that we've collected the 30 hottest stories from around the web—tales so scintillating, you'll be in the mood before you even finish the first one. So if you ever want to turn off the visual, give any of these stories a read. (It should go without saying, but all text within is NSFW.) And for more piping hot stories, check out the 15 Best Free Literotica-Style Websites for Heating Up Your Reading .
She flicked off the lights and pushed him against the wall. A frame fell face down on the floor and shattered next to them. She didn't allow him to take notice. She bit at his bottom lip, tugging his face, commanding him to follow her lead as she walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, her darkness. And he, submitting to her bestial strength, simply weaved his fingers into the rust of her hair and bowed to her dominion. Like a lowly, unassuming insect, captivated by her hellfire glow.
Halfway down the hall, she slammed him back first into the wall again, harder than before — no frames there that time. She clawed at his chest under his shirt as she ate his kiss once more and bit down his neck; the groans he breathed out into the obscurity flinched sharply as her fangs grew less and less forgiving.
His buckle caught the flash of lamplight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, along with his boxers, down just enough to reveal his smug erection. With both palms on his board-firm chest, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before, and squatted down before him.
He held his dark girth in his hand, stroking it as he presented it to her. She swatted his hand away.
"No," she snarled. "Don't touch. That's mine until I'm done with it."
She picked his belt up from the floor and wrapped it around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.
"You will touch me when I say so," she said and kissed the corner of his dark lips.
She never let people tell her what to do. Never. But… today was about breaking rules, right?
She rested her palms against the glass and let his fingers resume their trail up her legs. She looked out at her coworkers, repeating to herself, they can't see you . And she knew they couldn't. It was a mirrored window and she knew no one could see in. But being able to see everyone else caused her adrenaline to spike. She was shaking with anticipation.
When his fingers pushed up against her panties, she felt the wetness of her desire soak into the fabric. He tucked his fingers under the wet fabric and between her throbbing lips. She gasped loudly and squirmed, but kept her hands on the glass.
"Yes," he whispered into her ear. "I think maybe you do want me."
"Yes," she echoed as his fingers found her clit and massaged around it. He worked his other hand down the front of her shirt and into her bra, finding her nipple with ease and pulsing his finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple as he sped the rhythm of his fingers in her panties.
She was panting as the pressure built. There was so much danger of being caught, doing this in the middle of the day in the breakroom while everyone else was right outside the window.
Once on the bed, she takes the lead. She moves in slowly towards you, looks back at her boyfriend for a moment, and kisses you softly on the lips. You start by making out with her. He is almost instantly hard. She kisses him. She kisses you again. She invites you guys to kiss each other. You realize she's already in her underwear. She looks like a goddamn porn star.
You take off your own top. You help him remove his dumb plaid shirt. But you hold back to let her pilot you through this experience. It is her boyfriend after all, and you know that she can be pretty fierce and protective, especially when it comes to her man.
She teases him with her hands and her mouth through his boxers. He runs his hand through your hair. You look down as she shimmies his boxers right off his body and his erection springs back to point up at you. You're a little shy at first, but your friend gives you a reassuring look. "It's okay. Go for it."
"You know the best way to warm up is for you to take your shirt off, too. Skin against skin," Emma tilted her head back and nuzzled Rachel's neck.
"You are insane." Rachel's embarrassment was hard to hide. Nonetheless, a twinge of excitement raced through her. She had never experienced this side of Emma. And while perplexing, there was an unexpected allure.
Both regularly dated men, with whom they had varying degrees of success. Never, though, had Emma hinted that she might be interested in anything more than a platonic relationship with Rachel. Or any other woman, for that matter. But maybe tonight, the chill, the fatigue, the Baltic air, and the whiskey was just the tonic to send Emma into a state that Rachel was beginning to feel would be hard to undo.
And so, despite her nagging apprehension, Rachel permitted herself to do what she could have never anticipated. She stripped off her sweater and t-shirt. Her body, thicker and more athletic than Emma's, had always been a source of unhappiness for her. Tonight, though, an ocean away from home, she decided to embrace it all.
As she submitted, the hair on her arms bristled, and she wondered if it was the sharpness of the cold air or the feel of Emma's soft warm skin on her body. While pondering the newness of it all, Rachel was ripped from her thoughts when the harsh glare of the florescent lights suddenly turned off and was replaced by tiny track lights that lined the corridor. Rachel glanced at her watch. It was 1:00. The silence of the hall and the protection of the shadowy light was all Rachel needed now.
The last of her worries faded and the sensations of her body took hold. A crescendo of excitement was growing inside of her. Emma's skin against her body and her hips between her legs sent Rachel's mind reeling.
"You feel nice," Emma cooed, sinking deeper into Rachel.
Rachel pushed Emma's long dark hair to one side and began rubbing her shoulders. She moaned with every new part of her back and shoulders that Rachel touched. Emma's soft groans of relaxation only added to Rachel's arousal. And now, Rachel allowed her feelings to go where they pleased.
As Rachel continued to caress Emma's shoulders, Emma whispered, "That feels amazing. Thank you." She reached back and took Rachel's hands. "Your hands are so warm." And then, "I want to feel them other places." She cocked her head back and whispered her request into Rachel's ear.
The sound of a match strike caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see Dan lighting candles around the bedroom. It cast a soft, warm glow, the flickering making dancing shadows on our skin.
I had always thought women's bodies were beautiful and men's bodies more utilitarian. I had never looked with desire on another man.
But Dan was toned and fit; his muscles moving with a grace I had not noticed before. He was hard and sticking straight out; I could not help but look at his shaved cock, nicely large with a big, bulbous pink head. Truthfully he was quite handsome naked.
Val looked up and noticed where my eyes were. She waved Dan over so he stood beside the bed, his cock within her reach.
She began to alternate between us, sucking one while stroking the other. She never rushed, always changing her technique moment to moment. She wasn't just good, she was an artist.
"What's the R for?" I asked in an offhand way, hoping to convince her that I didn't care all that much.
"Oh, that," she drawled, then gave a soft laugh, turned her head to look over her shoulder like she'd forgotten it was there. "Dumb stuff you do when you're young."
Amalia sprawled on her stomach, naked save for the white sheet that had wrapped itself around one beautiful, tanned calf. Her loose dark hair slid over her shoulder and the perfectly executed R of a scar was gone.
I wanted to ask her what the initial stood for, but she looked at me through hooded eyes, and quirked her lips. As if she wanted it again. As if we hadn't just fucked. My dick told my brain to shut up and stop using up so much blood so I could get hard again. Amalia wasn't one of those women who would hang around long if you didn't give her what she wanted. I was pretty sure of that.
Here I lay in silence, waiting, anticipating . . . listening for the sound of your slow, confident footsteps. As I wait I remember the last time. Was it an hour ago? Was it two? I try to sense the dryness in my mouth. But how dry is dry? And how long did it take it dry out the last time you wetted it?
Ah, you wetted it and I spat. I spat out the cum in proud insolence. I wanted you to know that I didn't need your help . . . your pleasure . . . your favors. I saw the shadow cloud your face. Your eyes still bright with desire, yet cold with anger. Your dark eyes bored into my very soul and then you smiled and went to the foot of the bed.
I thought you would take the crop and thrash my quivering pussy. I thought that you would make me thank you for every lash as you had so many times before. I could hear my voice in the past screaming with each new sting of the lash and then yelling, "Thank you Master! Please Master, again." A second lash, a second scream . . . "Thank you Master! Please Master, again." But you didn't pick up the crop.
Instead you stroked my pussy gently, planting the seed of fire. Your touch like the gentle breeze that makes the fire burn hotter and hotter, intensity building and flaring and then . . .
Back at the house Bill made us drinks and he and I sat on the sofa while Marnie sat in the chair across from us. I kicked off my new shoes complaining my feet were sore. At that point Bill knelt on the floor and started giving me a foot massage. Marnie said, "He never does that for me," as she laughed.
Soon however, his hands left my feet and started working their way up my legs. They pushed my dress up and I opened my legs, exposing my pussy to both Bill and Marnie. Bill started licking my labia as his hands parted my lips, his tongue entered me.
I leaned back moaning in ecstasy. I watched as Marnie pulled up her dress and put her hand inside her panties as she watched her husband licking her neighbor's wet pussy.
Bill was good. He buried his tongue deep inside me, then gave my labia long slow licks, as he repeated the process. He then started using his fingers to play with my clit. That sent me into my second orgasm of the evening.
Bill sat next to me and held me as we watched Marnie stand up and remove her dress. Smiling as she undid her bra and released her large breasts. They were stunning and sumptuous. She then slipped off her stockings and panties and walked over to us and hugged the two of us as we were hugging and kissed us both and returned to her seat. Bill and I watched as she opened her legs and began to finger herself in front of us.
She appeared to forget about me for a moment and stared at a point somewhere over my shoulder, then I saw her mouth soften and her lips part. "Oh, wow," she said. My eyes narrowed and I turned to see what had inspired that reaction, discovering a blonde man and a woman with red hair leaning against the opening to our booth, kissing in a way that made me think they'd be looking for somewhere private pretty soon.
I noticed the man's hand slide up his partner's short skirt, the material bunching over his wrist and leaving her pink panties on display. His fingers swept around to the front and dipped into the elastic at the top of her thigh. The heat in the room seemed to climb a few degrees and I took a deep breath, holding it as I watched his hand begin to move.
I couldn't believe they were doing this right here in front of us. Katie swore softly beside my ear. Nathan followed our line of sight, his eyes widening at the view. We watched in silence as the woman's hips rocked against the man's stroking fingers, both of them lost in their own world while the noise and activity continued on around them. The idea of doing something like this in a crowded place caused a rush of excitement inside me.
Katie's hand moved higher on my thigh and my legs relaxed without me even being fully aware of the movement. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the couple. The woman tilted her hips and pushed closer to the man's body. They were both so into each other they didn't appear to notice or care that they had an audience.
I stole a quick glance at Nathan. His searing gaze sent warmth spreading through me. I looked back to the other man and noticed his fingers had picked up their pace. The woman's hips ground against him as their kiss grew in intensity. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably aroused, watching as she pulled her mouth free and pressed it against his throat.
Her chest moved with her heavy breaths. He looked to be struggling, too. His head lifted and he swept his gaze over their surroundings as if he'd only just realised they were in a public place. His attention suddenly came to rest on me and my heart thumped so hard I could feel it without even touching my chest. Kissing her had left his lower lip moist and swollen. A slight smile crossed his face as he watched me. Our gazes remained connected until the woman finally let out a strangled cry, coming with a shudder against his hand.
I could feel Katie's breaths against my neck as the woman's knees wobbled. The man wrapped his arm around her to hold her steady, then kissed her cheek and spoke to her in a voice so low the words were drowned out by the music. Although the urgency had faded, they indulged in another long kiss, then while my breaths were still coming quickly and my pulse continued to race, he took her by the hand and led her way.
I watched in stunned silence as a group of rowdy guys filled the space they'd vacated. They stood with their backs to us watching the action on the dance floor, effectively blocking off the exit and our view of the rest of the club.
The couple's departure left me feeling restless and needing release. It had all felt so surreal that if my body hadn't been telling me otherwise I would have been convinced it had never happened. Beneath the table my legs spread even further and Katie's hand slid up the inside of my thigh, stroking my sensitive skin. I looked down in surprise to see it there.
" Fuck , that was hot," she said. "Did that turn you on?"
Unable to speak, I nodded quickly and kept my eyes on her as she touched her lips to my hot cheek.
Waking up first this morning, I quickly jump into the shower, wanting to make sure my husband watches me dress. When I get out of the shower, I'm dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. I come back into the bedroom and see Dale, my husband, on his phone. He, as he always does, is checking the news before starting his day.
"Good morning honey, sleep well?" I ask casually, dropping my towel on the end of the bed. My nipples harden instantly under the wash of air coming from overhead fan humming above me.
"Mmm, yes. Like a rock. I always sleep well when you make meatloaf the night before," he smirks, looking up at me and admiring my naked body.
"I'll keep that in mind. You know I'd cook more often if I didn't work so late, dear," I sigh, wishing I did indeed have more time.
"No one is stopping you. Quit your job and become a housewife. I don't mind at all," he repeats himself. This is a conversation we've had many times since we've gotten married. He makes more than enough to take care of us, but I was raised to work for what I want.
"Don't start with me, Dale, please," I sigh, heading towards the closet. I look through my wardrobe, searching for my knee length, pencil skirt. "Besides, if I did that, I'd have to start fucking the milk man, or the paper boy," I giggle.
"Hey, no issues by me, as long as I can watch," he laughs with me. I know how serious he is. However, he has no idea what is in store for him later in the evening.
Pink bubblegum rolls on my tongue as I walk along the black asphalt that's still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel it wet along the edges of my toes as they push forward in my white stiletto sandals, the leather damp and just beginning to stretch. The moisture is everywhere and the humidity is high. It's under my skin. The back of my neck is hot under the weight of my long blonde hair that's quickly losing its glossy perfection and becoming tousled and wavy. It's that just-fucked calling card that makes people take a second glance at me as I turn the corner onto your street. But I haven't been fucked. Not just yet.
Still, maybe they're noticing the flush in my cheeks, the vague smear of anticipation and lusty rush of arousal in my eyes. Maybe it's the way I'm walking, taking the opportunity to press my thighs together as I slow my pace so that I can feel the deep throb right down in my core. I'm even enjoying the way the white boyshort panties ride tightly against the curve of my slit. They're cut high over the apple bottom swell of my ass and I feel the warm night breeze under the short hem of my skirt. The snug crotch of the panties is nestled firmly in between my swollen pussy lips, rubbing back and forth against my clit as I walk, teasing me and keeping me constantly aware of my own sexuality.
Inspired, I reach into my tiny purse, finding my cell phone before ducking in between two buildings. The alleyway is dark and wet and altogether unsavory but I don't care. I lean against the dirty wall and push the phone under my skirt, pulling the soaked fabric of my panties aside to expose my wet snatch for the lens. I hear the click of the camera as I slowly blow a bubble with my gum, taking a few more shots as I slide my fingers along the silky smooth wet lips. I push a finger or two inside, feeling the familiar hot warm gush of anticipation and the way my pussy pulses eagerly around my fingers like a carnivorous little flower greedily sucking my fingers. The bubble pops as I decide on the
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