The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection)
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“Oh…ooooooh.” She moaned and writhed against his tongue, squeezing her tits harder. Feeling on the edge of coming, she pulled herself away from his greedy mouth. She took off her panties and straddled his waist again, now feeling his hard dick between her wet lips. She rubbed her pussy against him, feeling his huge head slide up and down along her clit. His dick was as slippery as her pussy.
He moaned deeply. “Come on” he begged, his eyes desperate.
“You wanna fuck, baby?” she asked, now holding the head of his dick against her threshold.
“Oh, god, yes,” he moaned.
A jolt of pleasure shot through her as she guided his dick inside her. His whole body tensed and he inhaled sharply. She rode him, slowly at first, but as her pleasure intensified she fucked him faster, her tits bouncing in sequence with her moans of delight. She could no longer think anything, the only thing that existed now was getting gloriously fucked, his cock filling her up, making her want to explode.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me harder”
With that, all the pressure that had been building was suddenly released and her mind and body exploded. She arched backwards and came in convulsing waves of pleasure. She was vaguely aware that they were both moaning loudly. Utterly exhausted, she collapsed on the bed to the side.
“Oh god, that was amazing. Do you always fuck like that?” he asked as she untied his hands.
“No, Johnathon, I don’t.”
“Can we always fuck like that?”
A grin crossed her face as she considered it. “Leave me your phone number, and we’ll see.”
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Aurora Cavender
Excerpt from Too Good (An Erotic Story)
That night Cindy lay in bed, waiting to drift off to sleep. The air around was hot and sticky. She threw the covers off her to relieve some of the heat. Her white cotton nightgown clung to her skin. She writhed on the bed, unable to satiate herself. I’ll never get to sleep, it’s too hot.
The heat hanging in the air wasn’t really the problem though. It was the heat inside her. Jake preyed on her mind. Every time she tried to think about something else, he’d claw his way back into her thoughts. His eyes, his hands, the way he looked at her as if she were already naked. What made her ever agree to go out on a date with a guy like him? And why had she let him touch her like that?
Deep down, she knew the answer. She liked it.
So what did that make her? What would her friends say if they knew? But would he tell? Would everyone know by tomorrow morning? Would they all be staring at her like he did? Like she was naked and…
Ugh, enough of that.
Cindy turned and flicked on the light beside her bed. If she couldn’t sleep, at least she could read and get a head start on the book Mr. Walsh had assigned. Dim light spread across the room, and she sat up on the edge of the bed. Her reflection in the mirror standing across the room caught her eye. Her blonde hair fell down around her shoulders, over her white nightie. She walked over to the bookcase and grabbed the book, her reflection following her. She tossed the book back on the bed and went to the mirror.
She supposed it was normal for Jake to look at her, she was attractive enough, or so people told her. She turned, gazing up her long legs to the hemline of her nightie. She lifted the hem slightly to get a better look. Did she have a nice behind? She couldn’t tell. It was round and firm looking, but she had nothing to compare it too. Facing the mirror again, she wondered how she looked naked. She had never really looked before. The idea excited her as much as it embarrassed her. She wanted to see how she looked. What Jake had seen last night?
Unbuttoning her nightgown slowly, her heartbeat sped up. The nightie fell to the floor and she stood, in her white panties and bra in front of the mirror. Her hands grazed over her shoulders and down to her breasts. There were small, she knew that, but she always thought they complemented her broad, round hips nicely. Despite what fashion magazines told her, she liked her shape. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor on top of her nightie. Her pert breasts hung beautifully on her body. A small nipple sat, centred, ending each firm tit. She couldn’t take her eyes off them.
Her mind went back to Jake and how he touched her. She traced her areolas with her fingertips, almost too scared to touch them outright. It didn’t matter; the light touch of her fingers on her skin made the heat and tension pulse within her. Her palms grazed her nipples. She shuddered, biting her lip. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts, savouring every flush of pleasure that went through her.
Cindy let her hands travel down her stomach to her panties. Fingering the soft fabric at the top, she pinched and plucked at her nipples. She was already panting. Slowly, she slipped her hand underneath her panties.