In reply to - catyeah posted an update in the group Erotica Jan sat at the end of the bar, bored and lonely. Her dark brown hair fell softly over her tan shoulders, as her blue-gray eyes scanned the room for a stranger to take home that night. Tonight wasn’t a good night. The room was full of cocky bastards who would’ve agreed to sleep with her in an instant. But she didn’t want that. No, today, she wanted a challenge. Then she spotted him. He was sitting in a booth, angry and alone. She guessed he’d just been stood up, but maybe he was still waiting on his girl. She wouldn’t come. Especially not if she saw Jan on her man. A sly smile spread across Jan’s as she applied another coat of red lipstick to her plump lips. She was going to get what she wanted, she always did. She slid off the side of her chair, and slowly made her way over to him. ”You’re not here alone, are you?” She asked the man with false surprise. ”I guess so,” he responded, staring into his drink. ”I’m so sorry,” she whispered, sliding onto the table. Her legs were inches from his face, and she could feel him staring at the thin piece of almost-transparent fabric that just barely covered her lacy thong. Slowly, his eyes made their way up her body. They took in her round hips, her tiny waist, and stopped for a moment when they reached her sweet, plump breasts. There they were, outlined by a little bit of black lace, and a barely-there strapless dress. Then his eyes met hers, hungry for affection. She knew what he was thinking. She knew how badly he wanted her, every bit of her. She could tell he was seriously thinking about pouncing right then and there, on that grimy little pub table. Her eye twinkled with mischief, and she could sense that he already had an erection. But he wasn’t that easy, if he were, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. He looked back down quickly, as if he felt guilty for eyeing her. She leaned down, inches away from his lips, and her breasts right in front of his eyes. She almost laughed at how quickly his eyes widened. ”I bet your really upset,” she cooed, running her fingers through his messy golden brown hair. ”A bit,” he said, and after finally managing to regain his composure, ”but it’s fine.” ”No, no it’s not,” she said softly, moving his cup of beer out of the way. He had no where to look except at her. Still a bit unsure of what she was going to do, he put his arms up, so they were resting on the top of the booth’s seat. He tried to distract himself, itched his nose, pretended to be interested in the wall to his left. That was her cue. She kept her eyes locked on him as she slid across the table then onto the space between him and the wall. She draped her crossed legs across his, and used a gentle finger to turn his face toward her. ”No one deserves to be upset,” she said under her breath, ”especially not a handsome man like you..” She bit her lip as she gazed into his dark green eyes. He was broken. He had given into temptation, there was no going back. And she knew it. His lips neared hers, testing the waters. Jan draped her arms around his neck, one still tousling his hair, and pulled him into her. She ran her tongue along his lower teeth, exploring his mouth. He did the same, trying to get a feel for every part of her. Without another thought, his lips traveled down, kissing her neck, her collar bone, her right breast, anywhere, and everywhere he could. His other hand traveled up her soft thigh, under her thin dress, inches away from her vagina, when she stopped him. She liked games. She stepped out of the booth, holding his hand, and he followed her, like a puppy to the abandoned bathroom. ”Don’t make this too easy,” she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. Her soft hands pulled him over to the wall, and traveled down, from his waist, to his chiseled hipbones, around to his zipper. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled the zipper down and softly caressed his halfway-there erection. She continued to massage it as she helped […] • View
In reply to - PolkaDots posted an update in the group Erotica Sweat mixing together, our breaths tingling everywhere. Countless times our lips touched, getting hungrier by the second. I felt your strong hands warming every exposed skin you can take. You took me in your hard, perfect body, making us one. You took it all, and I accepted it all. • View
…as I hear your whisper, your warm breath tingling my ears, my eyes shut. I am transported to the heavens of your sultry body. As your fingers scroll over my arm, the fly of my jeans slowly start to rise. I slid behind you and park my tool in your sweet sexy alley. Every now and then it jerks up trying to penetrate you, deep inside. My hands travel the landscape of your body to reach the mountain of heaven. I touch your boobs…and in an instant my cock thrusts itself inside you. Oooohh!! this is where I want to be. I caress and boob, lick them, suck them…play with your tits, giving them a feel of the tip of my tongue. I squeeze them hard till I hear you grasp for breath. I hump on you, again and again and again till I hear you scream in ecstasy. I want to take you anywhere and everywhere. I want to kiss every part of your skin and lick every part of your body. I want to get nasty with you. And wild like an animal. Come, get naked with me, play with my cock. The night has just begun…In reply to - Abra posted an update in the group Erotica When I’m thinking about something I’m probably not suppose to be thinking of it’s probably you and it’s probably me dancing on you, touching you. I wanna feel your wet lips on my neck as I arch my back into your body. I’m over the playing games. I simply can’t stand here near you and pretend I’m not interested. I can’t pretend I only wanna dance a little, because truth be told, I want you on me and I want you on my hard. grab my hips, put bruises on my thighs, lick the sweat of my body as it drips down my bare back. I wanna taste you, and feel you, look at you for forever. And after the show, I want you to throw me over your shoulders, carry me to the backseat of your car and lock the doors. It • View
I remember the feeling.
I remember my frozen body.
Blood gushing through every vein.
Warming my insides and outsides.
I remember the feeling.
It was when you stood beside me.
You never knew i existed.
You missed me in the crowd.
Your eyes glanced through me.
And my hope rose and shattered.
But you never knew i existed.
In the rush of the morning hour.
When your skin brushed mine.
You have no idea what swirled inside me.
My eyes shut without me knowing.
My pants tightened as if by reflex.
The urge within me to hold you by your waist grew.
The crowd disappeared in my eyes.
I could only see you. Your naked body.
Your curvy breasts. Your fleshy hips.
My hand wandered.
It dared to make its presence felt on your ass.
As it touched, i froze. But evoked a response.
You touched me. Your fingers flew by my fly.
Careful to touch me only to tease.
Your touch wasn’t warm. It was smoking hot.
As you stood in front of me.
Swaying your ass against my dick.
Rubbing it. Stroking it.
I lost control of my body.
My dick felt your fleshy ass.
It found its rightful place within the two cheeks.
I drew myself closer.
It went deeper.
Feeling you…penetrating you….
Your neck craned on my shoulder in ecstasy.
You let our a light moan.
My hand slide through your tight tee.
And held those sexy boobs.
Playing with your tits…
Awww….I can hold on no more….
To communicate is the best way to be free. It just opens the wings and helps you take a flight. Communication is the key to inner peace, and world peace :)In reply to - Abra posted an update: let the light shine down, let it take your breath away. no amount of hope will bring you to your dreams, you have to stand up and start moving, start making stuff happen. everything is the same in one way that i know of, you get better at anything with practice, with repetition, typing, pianoing, writing, singing, chemistry, calculus, sleeping, meditating, eating, breathing, analyzing, rapping, dancing, i remember when spanish class was all about the ing words. is that when i got lost? i adore the ability to communicate. allow myself to communicate. • View
Advertising huh!!! promises a lot of promiscuity with ideas :)In reply to - Jessica Renee wrote about the word abstract Abstractions. Hm. I thought about doing abstract photography for my final project, but there wasn’t enough ideas floating around in my head to do that. Greg, my professor, would’ve liked something like that. He’s SO fine art. I’m SO more into advertising photo. • View
Come on people…open up!! This is the place to let your hair down. Say what you feel. No one to judge you. Dark as it may seem, it is your space. Unwind. Uncover. Undress. The truth is always naked. Body is just medium. Love your body. And of others too ;)
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