Super hot Erotica based on a true story

 

 

“Melissa, lunch please,” came a commanding voice over the intercom. Melissa tore her eyes away from her spreadsheet and ambled over to the kitchen to heed her CEO’s request. Just shy of six feet tall, petite, with a busty figure and a firm, tight derriere, Melissa was precisely the type of personal assistant you would expect to find at a hedge fund as prestigious as MacMillan & Co. She moved with a sleek, purposeful elegance, a carryover from her many years as a runway model on the high streets of the Milan fashion scene.

Reaching into a refrigerated tank in the middle of the kitchen, Melissa grabbed a handful of live frogs and placed them in a large bucket, topping them off with a good measure of dead flies from a jar on the counter. She could sense that her boss was hungry today. With lunch in tow, Melissa strolled back into the well-furnished office complex, her perfect buttocks gyrating with each step, and stopped at a mahogany door emblazoned with the initials T.M. After a courtesy knock, she entered the office.

Trevor MacMillan sat powerfully at a gigantic oak desk, his hulking figure poring over the company’s impressive quarterly financials. Trevor was no ordinary crocodile. From his humble beginnings as a fresh-faced intern in the swamps of the Okahara in the Amazon, he had worked tirelessly to establish MacMillan & Co. into the financial powerhouse it is today. Truth be told, this was among the many reasons why Melissa had secretly fallen in love with him.

“Smells great” remarked Trevor, in his signature baritone. Melissa glided over to the very expensive oak desk in the middle of the office and laid the bucket onto the polished marble floor. Trevor glanced up from his desk and peered into the bucket. “Extra flies!” he boomed, “You know me all too well”. Trevor smiled, revealing several rows of perfect white teeth. “Although you do know I’m trying to watch my figure.”

“I thought you might appreciate a little extra today,” Melissa met his smile with a stunning one of her own. “Besides, I think your figure is amazing.”

“Thank you, Melissa. That’ll be all.” Trevor gave her another chiseled smile and returned to his work. Melissa felt her heart skip a beat as she curtsied and exited the office. On her way out, Trevor couldn’t help but steal a glance at her dazzling backside. He had of course shared many a bed with his fair share of exceedingly-attractive females: Playboy playmates, A-List actresses, not to mention some of the most desirable crocodiles in all the Amazon. But there was something about Melissa that excited him primally, something that stoked a fire deep inside him that he was simply powerless to extinguish. Little did Melissa know, that Trevor had himself fallen madly in love with her.

Trevor sighed deeply and emptied the entire bucket of frogs into his mouth.

Meet singles feel a lone

 

body already buzzing

 

Woke up late, sheets tangled, half-hard, body already buzzing. It wasn’t just morning wood—it was that deep kind of hunger. Not for connection, not for comfort. Just raw need. Opened Grindr before even brushing my teeth. Found a guy a few blocks away, no nonsense—just “hung, hosting, into being used.” Perfect.

I threw on joggers, walked over. He barely said a word when he let me in. We went straight to the bedroom. He was already ready for it, practically shaking. I didn’t hold back. There’s something about being the first guy someone takes that day—like you’re setting the tone. After, I cleaned up, nodded goodbye, walked out like I’d just picked up coffee.

Showered. Hit the gym. Picked up dry cleaning. Tried to move on with my day, but my body still felt lit. Like my skin remembered the heat, and it wasn’t done yet.

I got back home, paced around for twenty minutes, then opened Grindr again.

Second guy was younger, lean, into “rough top energy.” Said he wanted to be “wrecked”—his words. I told him I don’t talk big, I just show up. He was at my door 30 minutes later. He had that nervous, cocky look—wanted it fast, hard, and with no sweet talk. I gave it to him. Controlled, intense. I stayed in his head the whole time. When he left, he looked dazed—barefoot, still trying to process it. I watched him walk down the hall and didn’t even close the door until he was gone.

Took a second shower. Threw on black jeans and a loose tee, met friends in the West Village for drinks. Tried to act normal, laugh, chill—but I was still wired. That kind of deep-in-your-body tension where it’s like your senses haven’t shut off yet.

Then he showed up.

Friend of a friend. Soft smile, thick thighs, deep voice. We were flirting before he even said hi. I invited him over “for a nightcap,” and he didn’t hesitate. Back at my place, the shift was immediate. He had that quiet dominance—hands on my neck, lips on my ear, no hesitation. When he took control, I let him. Fully. I didn’t finish, but I didn’t care. I needed that energy—needed to feel someone else take over for a minute.

He left around 2am. I laid there, shirtless, heart pounding, unsatisfied in the best-worst way. My legs were still shaking a little, and I was still hard.

So I opened Grindr. One last hit.

Found a guy I’d seen around before—older, built like a tank, discreet, dominant. He messaged, “Still up?” I said, “Door’s open.”

When he walked in, the whole room shifted. He looked at me like he already knew what I needed. Hands on my chest, body against mine, voice low. No rush. Just control. He took his time—knew exactly how to push every edge. And when I finally let go, it wasn’t just physical—it felt like an entire day’s worth of tension snapping all at once.

After he left, I lay there, sheets wrecked, chest rising slow. Four guys. One day. And somehow, I still wanted

 

touch my 🍒

 

 

 

So basically there was a guy in a rave and I am telling u I go to raves almost naked so basically we were in a pit and friend get pulled the other side and we loose eachother then I message him he is like stay there we'll meet later it's too crowdy then I start enjoying and a man comes from back and starts bumping into me but I give him a flirty side eye and he starts to touch my 🍒 and hump me basically and that gives me orgasm so basically then we go to the bathroom and he freaking pulls from my hair gets me on my knees and makes me open my mouth and suck it repeatedly and then he makes me bend down with the support of a wall and fucks me so much that I am screaming but then his friend also join and I am telling them to stop they pick me up go to a motel near by and ties my hands and legs to the bed and fucks me and then my "friend" comes removes my clothes and starts kissing me and the other guy is fucking me and the another guy is trying to fit his dick in my mouth and after that they take photos and then show them to me and say they will leek them if I don't dance so they make me shake my boobs my ass and then do u know what with the pole and suck there dicks and the cum and make it clean but I kinda enjoyed it and we sometimes do it again and my bestfriend also joins  

handjob

 

 

I lived in a close nit neighborhood and was in the process of a divorce. I moved about 20 miles from my old house and noticed I never heard from my old friends. One day I was in my old neighborhood and ran into the wife of a neighbor/friend. I asked why I was not invited to any get togethers anymore. She was a little flustered and Invited to a party that weekend. I showed up and was pretty much Ignored. After awhile a good looking woman started taking to me and I told her the whole story. I excused myself and went to the restroom. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door. It was the pretty woman. She asked to come in. We made out for a few minutes and then she gave me a great handjob. She left Andi cleaned up. When I went outside she was gone. I later found out it was the sister of the woman that invited me. All attempts two get her sisters number was met with much hostility. lol  

Our "first night" happened two nights early

 

 

 

Our "first night" happened two nights early, with my mom sleeping in the same room.

I was 24 M, my wife was 21 we just married, and after one day, we have 2 more days for our first night (actually it's not the first night we had many such nights together ).

We had to sleep on the floor mat in a separate room, as since the first night is planned after 2 more days we were accompanied by my mom, elder sister, and some others. They were sleeping in bed in the same room and we were sleeping on the floor mat.

I hugged my just wife from behind, and put my hand on her waist and navel. Slowly slide my hand to the top to touch her breasts, she started touching my cock top from my pants.

My cock became hard,and I slowly slid my hand to rub her clitoris and slowly kept my finger in her vagina. She started to give a very slow moan sound. I asked her to turn towards me, and we started liplock, and while liplock I was rubbing her vagina and she took my penis out by unzipping my pant and taking out from my underware, and stroking my penis.

Then I asked her to turn around, lifted the saree up and slid down her panties, and put my cock slowly inside her wet pussy from back, we both felt very good and I started to move and fuck. I'm very sure there might have seen. I fucked for 30 mins, and released sperm inside her. Then cleaned my penis with her saree.

 

Why is it that I STILL fantasize bout this.

 

Why is it that I STILL fantasize bout this.

I remember the first time we got to chill, like just us. And where it lead too. You, my friend’s older brother. Me just 4 years younger. We got to finally got to hang out. We played truth or dare. That whole night you tested the waters. You must have smelled the excitement oozing off me. Those waters ended up me being my first time I sat between your legs. With all my excitement and anxiousness I felt that night. Idk why. Before we knew it, I was sitting on the floor just staring at your dick.

As it just got harder and harder. Then with a few twitches from its growth, you picked it up and pointed it at my mouth. With a little bounce gesture, I knew you wanted me to put in my mouth. With a watering mouth and without hesitation I did😮‍💨. The taste of you. How thick you were. The way it felt on my tongue. The way the veins throbbing as I took more and more of you in my mouth. I melted into the floor😩. It felt so good to do what I fantasized about.

With every stroke, the head of your dick got bigger and bigger. As it slips into the back of my throat, I started to get so hard. I’m on my knees, dick in mouth, no pant on with my dick just dripping pre-cum. As your dick touch my soul, my lips wrap around your dick perfectly. As my lips meet half way down the shaft, you placed hand at the base of my neck. Simultaneously you decided to thrust your hips, pushing your dick further in and down my throat.

Not expecting it, my eye popped open. Wide as saucers. As the moment continued, my lips settled at the base of your dick. Every inch was inside my throat. The realization of what was going on made me melt further into the floor. At this moment, all I wanted to do is make you nut. Not just cum. I wanted to make you nut harder than ever. I wanted to just be your cum vessel for the night.

With a few stroke of full throat, you pull that big dick out of my throat and started tapping me on the face. Dick just drenched in my throat juices. As I try and caught my breath, you grabbed my head once more. As I look at you from my knee you shoved your dick back into my mouth as you started stroking. And stroked. And stroked. I felt amazing inside, my first experience and I’m loving every second. I never wanted this night to end.

With a slight whisper from amongst his moans of ”oh fuck I’m about to nut”. The second I heard you say that I picked up my pace. Sucking harder. Sucking deeper and faster. My lip slam against your pelvis. With a throat full of dick, ball slapping my chin. I felt your body start to tense up knowing you wanted to feed me every you had in your ball. It was all mine.

With one last stroke you unloaded every stress, every worry, every drop of nut you had for me. I sit, my throat filling up with your warm, thick, and creamy nut. You pull your dick out and let the last few drop shot across my face. I truly felt amazing you allowed me to pleasure you. To please my true fantasy.

When I was 19

 

 

When I was 19 I went to work and I didn't earn much and I wanted more money because I lived alone paying rent and at that job I met a friend who was gay and he taught me all that what grindr was and he showed me fucking videos and I told him if it didn't bother him or something like that and he said no because he liked it and one day I went to his house and we drank I had never drunk and I got really drunk and he made a pass at me and I told him yes but with protection and I liked it I was the passive one and then I told him my situation and he told me that I had friends who would pay me for sex* that I was encouraged and I said no but I really needed the money so I was encouraged and the truth is at first I didn't like it because it was with a mature man and I liked them my age but he paid me well and I didn't have to stay overtime at work so I continued doing it until one day I got a chance to meet a man who was almost 50 years old and was gifted, he was half 21 cm tall and Since I didn't have much experience, it hurt me but I liked it. Also, he stayed there with me watching because I told him I was scared hahaha. He also liked it, he masturbated while he watched us, but from then on I didn't continue with it because the man was very excited and forced his way in even though he was lubricated. I was nervous 🤣 and when he finished we went to eat and when I went to the bathroom I realized that my anus hurt a lot and when I touched it it was swollen and red and I It hurt for a week I couldn't sit down and the truth is at that moment it made me uncomfortable but now I want to repeat it again I don't need money anymore because I have a financially stable job but maybe I will do it just for pleasure hahaha I also think about it a lot before doing it because as I was new to it and I didn't know much about it they tried to go too far, they wanted to take off the condom or they wanted to end up in my mouth and it was only with protection and an*l and they got upset when I told them no that's also why my friend accompanied me haha ​​because I'm very submissive and it seems that my opinion does not count haha  

The Awakening

 

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Awakening - A horny mage travels from place to place, living several lifetimes. A man dies from an accident and wakes up mysteriously on a backwards world. A devotee of a naughty God, he enjoys another life there as a mage. He is nursed back to life by a girl, and she has her way with him. He is unable to fend her off. She, her sisters, and her mother use him for months until he is well enough to leave. He leaves them with three babies. There follows other adventures and women. 10 chapters. Apx. 3-hour read.

 

Cover Art is in the Public Domain; it has been extracted, altered, and colorized from a 1895 depiction of Lokasenna by Lorenz Frølich.

This is an Isekai-style story. Isekai stories commonly began as Japanese different worlds or other worlds stories. They are collections of stories with a common thread.

Typically, they revolve around a person who is uprooted and transported to another world. This is usually with no hope of returning. The adventure begins when they start to survive in this new world.

Our Breeder Mage travels from place to place, living several lifetimes.

As I felt myself die, I thought I heard a man’s chuckle.

I had been flying in an antique Beechcraft Bonanza at the time of my demise. It was a low-cost antique rental plane.

It was the same exact model that had killed Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and “The Big Bopper” - AKA J. P. Richardson. It was out of the ordinary for me to have rented the same model of airplane. It seems odd. When the three rock and rollers had died in this model of plane, the newspapers titled it “The Day The Music Died.”

I’m Edward Cooper, and I was a copilot for a well-known airline. Mostly, I flew as a copilot on small connecting routes. I usually flew the smaller turboprop planes.

This plane has the older V-shaped tail and a thirsty 6-cylinder engine.

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After three tours in Iraq, I left the service with the dream of flying big planes for a living. I dreamed of Pretty hostesses and good pay. As an enlisted guy, I had not flown in the military. I had been an aviation mechanic. My love for planes grew from my exposure to them. The excitement of being on the flight line, watching planes take off and land. That’s what motivated me.

Not knowing how to achieve what I wanted, I went to college and took aviation as a secondary interest. I already had my private license, flying mostly older Cessna 152s and 162s.

I had been a lowly flight-line grunt in the service. When I left the service, I still had all my parts intact.

I signed up at a small airport and used some of my G.I. benefits to partially pay for a private pilot’s license. The pilot school had an understanding with a local state college. I got a 4-year degree while working toward my flying license and endorsements.

I ended up taking religion of all things. I always considered myself a heretic. Why did I study religion? I found the bible interesting. I saw it more as a historical document of Bronze Age and Iron Age societies. It had some common-sense morals mixed in with a bit of superstition. I found the juxtaposition interesting.

I took to using the NIV bible for my studies. It was like reading an old book you found in the back of the library. It was readable, whereas the King James was not.

I was trapped in the religious studies pipeline. It seems the VA hates people who change majors. Religion was an easy thing to take and allowed me to also take flying classes on the cheap. At that time, it was the only means I was aware of.

If I had known anyone who knew anything, I would have gone to school elsewhere. I would have tried to get into Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University.

I did not have a plane of my own. I could afford a very old one, but couldn’t afford the upkeep and hangar space at the same time. Fuel costs are pretty high for planes, and they don’t go far on a gallon of gas. For these and other reasons, I fly when I have the time and some extra cash to burn.

My scheduled and flying vocation prevents me from having a permanent girlfriend.

There was nothing wrong with this little Bonanza when I started out. I had checked the weather, and there was a slight chance of thundershowers. It was typical for the high altitude mountains of Denver.

I soon decided the weathermen had outright lied. It soon started getting pretty rough out. I’d refueled at an outlying field in Denver. The weather was “supposed” to be good.

I took off and turned westward. I required more flight hours to upgrade to bigger, better airline planes. I was never going to fly a really big plane, but I could move to the next seat over in the small planes I fly for work. I could move from copilot to pilot and get a reasonable pay bump if I did. Besides, flying is fun, and I often get to see neat places I have never been to before.

I was flying the Bonanza merely to get more flight hours. I was flying on my own time from Kansas City to Reno, Nevada. I had no plans to gamble there. I learned that lesson the hard way during my military years.

I’m single, and as a mid-level pilot, I had to devote most of my time and money to my passion and career in flying.

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I had just crossed over into Utah and was wrestling my way through a surprise thunderstorm. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I had just checked an hour earlier in Denver. I was getting worried. I was in a mountainous area of Utah, South of Provo, about 80 miles. It is not a good place to set down, and there is nowhere nearby I could land.

- Lying $#@* weatherman - I was starting to relax my sphincter muscle when the Bonanza took a hit of lightning right on the chin of the plane. The plane went instantly dark as the engine died.

The controls were fried, and I could plainly smell burning insulation. I tried to restart it, but it didn’t work. This plane was toast. Trying to restart it got me nowhere.

I was searching frantically for a place to land. The sky was very dark, and the rain was so heavy that nothing could be seen. Visibility sucked big time.

I was barely maneuvering on dead stick, trying to find a spot to set down. I looked out and saw trees coming right at me. Shit, I was too low, and it was too late!

I tried to steer through a clear spot, but my airspeed was low, and the plane couldn’t maneuver the way I needed it to.

BAM!

I had flown straight into a big tree. A limb came through the windshield and pinned me into my seat. I could not move. I felt my life leaking out of my chest. I spit up blood as it started to get dim.

&#@$ Lying Weatherman As I felt myself die, I thought I heard a man’s chuckle as the lights went out.

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For a long time, I think I did not exist. When I started to wake up, I was rattled and confused. Was I not pinned inside the airplane?

Somehow, I was lying on the ground somewhere in the woods. I had a distant memory of talking with a man. Now, unexpectedly, I am somewhere else?

I must be near a brook or stream, I can hear water flowing nearby. I fell back down into my mental hole again. I awoke to moments of lucidity, which were followed by another period of oblivion. I passed in and out many times.

I had no idea where I was. The next time I awoke, a young teen girl was washing my body with cool water. I was lying on the grass as she wiped my naked body. Why am I naked?

My head pounded, and my throat burned. She seemed preoccupied with keeping my balls cool, often washing and dribbling water on them. In my confused state, I seemed to remember being washed like this previously - maybe?

After a day, maybe longer, I began to become more alert. My head still pounded. I’m still confused. I cracked one eye open and looked at the girl. I know she has designs on my body. I see her toying with herself down below as she’s washing my balls again. She looks younger today. Oh, she is playing doctor with a boy, satisfying her curiosity.

Oh my, what a sight she is. I’m staring closely at a young teen blonde muffy. She has only a sparse triangle of blonde locks above her flower of femininity.

I realized she had been getting increasingly involved in her fantasy. She was not paying attention to me, but was losing herself in her sexual play. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys playing with herself.

Was it only today that she started this? I have no idea who she is. This body I am in does not feel like mine. I had been a 6’ 3”, 225-pound big man. Now I look tall, of normal weight, and physically fitter. But sadly, I am still so weak.

This is not my Edward Cooper body; it’s younger and much skinnier. I seem to be in the body of a young man, 16 to 18, maybe. One who has been ill a long time, perhaps?

The sight of her young opening between her soft thighs made my member firm up.

She looked right at my eyes, which I kept closed for several minutes. I must have gotten away with my peek at her. She had started up again. I stayed firm, but not hard. I was too ill. The “squick-squick” sound of her was exciting me. Her girlish fragrance flooded my senses.

She’s fingering herself faster now. The sounds she made were naturally arousing. I peeked occasionally, memorizing her youthful beauty and her wild abandon.

It kept my member on high alert. Who doesn’t want to watch a young girl discover her sexuality?

Uh-oh. I felt her dress drag across my lap. She took me and slid me up and down her young, nether lips. Seeing me hard had given her a naughty idea. I dared not stare as she enjoyed herself; I peeked off and on as she did what she was going to do.

Her labia felt relatively hair-free as she fit me to her, and she slowly slid down on me in several small, timid steps. When she reached my pelvic bone, she was stopped by her downy mound bottoming out.

“Unhhh...”

She sat there not moving for some time. I wiggled myself inside her, and she jumped a little.

I took a chance and peeked. Her eyes were closed, and she’d begun rubbing her modest young breasts slowly. Her areolas are very light. I took a few moments to take in the view. She is a natural blonde, with what I initially took to be almost dark skin.

With her dress pulled up far enough for me to see most of her goodies, I saw a lot of white skin. Pale white skin that had been hidden under the dress.

A short, loose, and rough dress was all she wore. Her face, arms, lower legs, and feet are almost hazel colored from being out in the sun. This girl spends a lot of time outdoors.

In some countries, she is almost marriageable. In western countries like mine, she’ll not be marriageable for a few more years. She has a small, thin patch of pubic hair right above her opening. Her labia have a scant dusting of peach fuzz. I sensed a change, so I closed my eyes as she started to move against me.

I wish I could enjoy her, but my head is still pounding. She feels velvety nice inside, yet it’s not happening for me. I am willing in my mind, but my flesh is not. I am too tired and still have that ever-present pounding headache. She rocked gently on me, using me for some time. I felt her when she came.

I fazed out for a few minutes. She had evidently kept going slowly. She was having multiple, gentle, smaller climaxes. She gently squeezes me and relaxes as she says one long “AHhhhh,” after another. Her sounds are soft.

After she was done with me, she bathed me again. I lay there half in and half out of it. I heard splashing and saw she was swimming in the nearby stream. I noticed my surroundings for the first time. There are small goats nearby; they are lying there dozing for the most part.

I realized I had been smelling and possibly hearing them for a while. They were sitting under some bushes, with the lower leaves well-nibbled. I saw short, bare twigs on many of the branches.

Some time later, I was woken up, and she was dribbling broth into my mouth. That felt nice, soothing even. At least my throat hurt less after the broth. She laid a thin blanket over me.

I woke to whispering voices. Both voices sounded female. They were far enough away that I could not make out anything intelligible. I did know a couple of words, enough to know I was not hearing English. I heard quiet footsteps as one of them walked away.

I woke later and heard small tinkly bells, and realized the little goats were up and about. They looked to be actively feeding on the bushes and scrub now. The blanket was off me. I was poked a few times gently to see if I was awake. When I failed to respond, I found a hand gently sliding over me and caressing my body. It centered on my chest.

This was not the same girl; the technique was different. She liked my chest and spent a lot of time touching me there. Then I felt her hand slide down towards my waist. She took my balls in one hand and tugged gently on my dick with the other. I felt her lean over and take me in her mouth, and I grew hard. I heard clothes rustle momentarily. Then I felt her squatting over me, and she tugged my dick to keep it interested.

I was interested. She settled down lower, and I felt her hovering so she could run the head back and forth in her semi-dry folds. She moved back, and I felt her spit on my dick. She eased herself down an inch on me. She moved back up and then took in a little more. She did this repeatedly until she finally settled completely onto me.

 

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Trippin With the Valentines

 

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Mind Control, Reluctant, Romantic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, School, Sports, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Incest, Mother, Son, Sister, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Humiliation, Rough, Polygamy/Polyamory, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, Anal Sex, First, Lactation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Sex Toys, Slow,

Science Fiction Sex Story: Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge is ending. A new generation is growing towards adulthood. Since ElSol proclaimed he would never finish his masterpiece, I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is absolutely not a sequel, just my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. Chapter lengths vary widely. This is intended to be a long continuing story. Only posted here on SOL.

 

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