Threesome by Appointment

“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.

Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.

“Are you serious?” he’d breathed back, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course,” she said, deliberately licking the chocolate from her spoon, letting her mouth linger and her tongue swirl. “I’m ready to go beyond just my imagination. I want to know what it’s like. In the flesh. And I want you to watch me. And join in. And lick me while he’s fucking me.” Just saying the words had made her cunt throb excitedly.

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Taste Test

‘We take the half-full bottle and set off into the field. The vines are bursting with vitality at this time of year, the leaves bright green and the fruit beginning to ripen. It only takes a turn or two and we are out of sight.

I pull him down onto the grass, kissing him with an open mouth. His hips settle against mine, my summer dress giving way as I open my legs to accommodate him. We kiss and kiss, as passionate as teenagers. His lips are soft, though he has a hint of stubble on his chin and cheeks. I kiss his neck, his nose, his ear, and clutch him to me.

His hand moves between my legs, easing my panties aside and dipping his fingers into my wetness. I groan as he finds my clit and rubs it with long strokes, up and down. I can feel his cock through his jeans, hard and urgent with desire.

He shuffles down, moving his head between my legs and begins to lick. I glance around to make sure we are unseen, and then lie back, ready to give in to sensation.

But Nathan has a perverse sense of humour. “Hmmm,” he says, licking his lips and looking at me with a grin. “Shall I give you the taste test?” He dips his tongue into me again, and I laugh. “Good body, nice colour and it sits well on the tongue. Perfectly aged, too.” I swat him, and he giggles. “Yes, yes, I think this pussy shows promise, but I’ll need to sample it again.”‘

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Wet

The water is over me, under me, a lover’s touch on every inch of my flesh. And he is like water, fluid and graceful, gliding across my skin. I am wet, outside and in.

His mouth closes over my nipple, and my moan sends bubbles, like tiny messages, to the surface. I watch them break against the rippling barrier above us. He sucks, teeth grazing, and I shudder. I wrap my legs around his waist, struggling to press myself against him, against anything, to relieve the building pressure.

Hands and mouth against both breasts. I arch back, body bowed, buoyed by the water…

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Mangoes

‘After he’d carefully sliced the mangoes in two, and prepared each sweet yellow cheek for her consumption, the real fun began. He unbuttoned her dress, unclasped her bra, and lowered her pants, running his fingers lightly across her naked body when he was done. He brought a chair into the kitchen and made her sit on it, and then covered her eyes with a blindfold. She smiled in anticipation.

He took a cool metal spoon and scooped out a mouthful of the mango flesh. He brought it to her closed lips, pushing against them until she opened her mouth. The fruit filled her mouth, and she encountered a rush of juicy sweetness. The flesh was cool and soft against her tongue, the texture immeasurably sensual. She swallowed and licked the juice from her lips before parting them in readiness for more.’

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Fantasies in the Storm

“The other guy starts to kiss me, on my lips and eyelids, he’s a great kisser, while you stay kneeling and kiss up and down my thighs. Just gentle tiny kisses, on the inside of my thigh. You don’t touch my pussy yet, even though I’m dying for you to do it.

“We move to the bed, and you both press me down onto the cool sheets. It all feels so luxurious against my skin. Now you open my legs and kiss my vulva, just around the outside. Meanwhile, the other guy is kissing my neck and earlobes, which makes me shiver. After a few minutes you spread me open and start to lick.”

“Like this?” Tom asked, mimicking her description. She felt his tongue against her clit and couldn’t suppress a tiny sigh.

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An Erotic Story in Three Lines?

I was just reading a story by an Aussie blogger at News.com.au about a little experiment he’s running – to see if people can write an erotic story in just three lines. Check out the comment section for the submissions. Some of them aren’t too bad.

12 Erotic Days of Christmas

The twelve days of Christmas officially occur between Christmas Day and Epiphany, on the 6th January. Traditionally people would give one gift for each of the twelve holy days, stretching out the season of giving.

We thought we’d revive this tradition and give it a distinctly erotic twist. Thus, we give you the 12 Erotic Days of Christmas - twelve sexy gifts and activities that you can enjoy with your partner at any time during the festive season. It will help you spice up this often stressful time of year, and it’s guaranteed to put a smile on your face.

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