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In reply to - Shnlynne posted an update in the group Erotica: Slut was always a harsh word, one whispered and giggled over, and always applied to her name. It was never me, the shy girl in the corner, the virgin in white. It should have been her here now, not me. But here I am, back pressed against a high-rise window, fingers gripping the slick see-through glass, back to the expanse of city just outside. It was an amazing view, I’m sure, but the one before me was taking up too much of my attention. Who needed a name when he looked like that? Black hair tousled on top of his head, white button-up shirt slipping from one shoulder, and green predatory eyes staring directly at me. His walk was slow and strong. I knew I’d be opening my legs for a man I just met, I felt like a slut, and I didn’t give a damn at the moment. Tomorrow, perhaps, I’d feel dirty. Right now, all I wanted was him, inside of me. I beckoned with a tilt of my head and crook of my finger. He came closer and I went for his trousers. The button was easy, the pants falling to the floor, and my dress was easier still- now a pile of cloth at my feet. Bare back against the window, legs wrapped around a strangers hips, and no name to scream out as I came. Maybe the act that went with the term wasn’t so bad after all. • View

In reply to - Winter Lotus posted an update in the group Erotica: It seems we’ve got a heat wave up in here. I think I’ll add to the steaminess. The sun beat down relentlessly, barely a breath of breeze stirred the grass. It was hot. So hot. The only shade in the yard was cast by a lone maple tree and a svelt figure sitting in a lawnchair. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on her head, errant hairs that had escaped the tangle now clung to her sweaty face and neck. She wore only a tiny silver bikini, a pair of flip flops, and some oversized sunglasses. It was the perfect day for getting a golden tan. She untied the strings of her halter and let them dangle in front so she wouldn’t have any tan lines. He was in the yard next door, mowing the lawn in a pair of blue plaid shorts and bare feet. Sweat trickled from his brow, beaded on his back and shoulders, ran in rivulets down his tanned stomach, soaking the band of his shorts. He stopped to wipe his face when a glint of silver from the neighboring yard caught his eye. He watched her take a long drink from her cup, jumping as the cold sweat from the side dripped onto her bare stomach. Suddenly the mower shut off, he had let his hand slip from the bar. The silence caused her to look up, catching him in mid gawk. She gave a small wave, but it was enough to cause her bikini top to slip from her right breast. She grasped at it quickly, blushing furiously. It was too late. His erection had already begun to take shape. He was thankful there was a hedge high enough to cover him from the waist down between the two yards. He pretended to look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she scrambled to readjust her top. She saw him staring out of the corner of his and stopped fixing her top. A sly smile crossed her face and she lifted her hands to push her sunglasses up on her head. Her bikini fell completely now, exposing both of her pale perky breasts. His cock strained against his pants. His mouth gaped open slightly, unsure if he should say something or smile or just breathe. She turned in her chair to face him, opening her bronzed legs wide. She began to untie the strings from the sides of her bathing suit bottom. He took a step closer to the hedge, subconsciously stroking his taut cock through his shorts. She stood, casually letting her bikini bottom fall to the ground. She stood before him now, the only scrap of clothing on her was her top, now slung lazily around her waist. She turned to give him the full view, her beautiful pale round ass, the thin lines of white skin from the strings of her bikini connecting it to the pale triangle of skin at the front, completely smooth shaven. She motioned for him to come join her. He was over the hedge in an instant, scooping her up in his sweaty arms. He carried her to the shade of the maple tree and laid her in the scratchy grass. She had his pants undone in an instant, grabbing at his throbbing cock. When he slid inside her, the heat of her body burned him more than the sun had all day. Their sweat mingled together, her messy bun even messier than earlier. • View