March 23, 2015

Last night I had a dream about the birthday girl. We were in my shower but the water was not on and she was down low and blowing me. She felt great, better than she actually had. She was still wearing her pink lacy panties, but as she sucked, she reached behind her back and removed her bra. I grabbed her hair tightly and she began to moan and suck harder as her hands reached up to grab my ass and split my cheeks. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me.

“I have to pee,” she exclaimed with her innocent face.

“That’s fine, go ahead,” I urged, and so she did. She was sitting down with her legs spread out to either side, knees pressed together like she was trying to hold it in. Her panties darkened and a puddle began to form bellow her. I watched as the yellow liquid embraced her legs and her feet and revelled in her embarrassed expression.

“It’s alright,” I said, “What you do, I do too, remember?”

“Yeah, okay. Just hold on, I need another drink.” She stood up and walked out of the bathroom. I stared at her glorious panties. They were dark and damp and the wet spot was clearly visible on her front, underneath, and in the middle of her ass. I couldn’t help but want a taste and followed after her, out of my bathroom and into the bar where I had met her.

Her friends were giggling at the table, and when they saw me, they paused then giggled more. Birthday girl sat beside one of her friends who proceeded to lift birthday girl’s skirt and touched her wet panties.

“Oh, you’re wet I see,” she teased and looked at me. “Did you two have fun?” Birthday girl blushed and looked sheepish.

“Let me see,” her other friend said and dropped off her stool, walked over, spread her legs and stuck her face under her friend’s skirt. Birthday girl arched her back and her face fell forward as she gasped.

“Oh my god, don’t stop!” She struggled to get the words out, but her friend still pulled out, stood up and looked at me.

“You’re disgusting,” she accused, and it stung. I felt my stomach sink. “Get the fuck over here and look at what you did.” I was suddenly pulled forward and a hand on the back of my head forced me down between birthday girl’s legs. I started licking her pussy through her panties, the taste was exquisite. I let my tongue caress along the line her camel toe had formed, and she breathed heavily. I reached a hand up and pulled her panties to the side so I could get a good look at her pussy, then still eating her, I played with her with my finger.

“Oh my god,” I heard one of her friends say. “Look at him go, he’s loving it. She pissed herself, and he’s loving it.” That’s right, she did pee in front of me. Did I like that? I definitely did. Was that okay? Her flowing stream, the salty taste.

“I have to pee too, let’s see if he likes that,” her other friend said, and my head was suddenly pulled away. My tongue stretched out longingly for the lips I had been feasting on, and a thread of saliva fell between us. I was turned around and her two friends were looming over me. One of them stepped forward and put my nose on her crotch.

“How do I smell? You want me to pee on you don’t you? That’s gross; you’d better drink it all.” She pulled her red panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them while her friend masturbated watching. I dove in to her pussy, craving a taste, but was held back. She split her pussy lips and sprayed me. I couldn’t see, I had to close my eyes. “Look at him, he really does like it.” She finished and stepped away, rubbing her clit.

“Alright, my turn,” her other friend said, stepping up. She gave me a push and I lay down. She mounted my face and said “You want this don’t you?” I muffled an acknowledgment which she must have enjoyed because she gave a little sigh. “Well, too bad, not here.” She got off my face and maneuvered back until she was squatting over my hips. My dick was hard and she grabbed it and gave it a few tugs before slowly inserting it inside herself. I watched her shaven lips swallow me up, and looked around, there were people watching. Of course there were people watching, we were in a bar. I looked around for birthday girl, but couldn’t find her, instead there was someone else sitting in her chair I didn’t recognize and holding up a phone to us, obviously recording everything.

“Excuse me! Hey, Piss-Fuck, this way!” The girl I who had just pissed on me was standing up and looking annoyed. “Pay attention you little piss-slut!” she pointed down at the girl who had mounted me. I was being humped, up and down she rode me. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was agape, breathing heavily.

“I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna pee,” she cried out rather loudly, and I felt a load pushing on my dick until it was forced out of her. Her hips clenched, and her legs tightened around me. Piss went everywhere all over my waist, the floor, and the shaft of my dick.

That’s when I saw her. Behind birthday girl’s friends was the love of my life. She was sitting at a table with some guy. I slid out from under the girl who had just soaked me and walked over to their table. They both stopped and looked at me.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself. That’s really good, I’m glad you seem to be doing well. No hard feelings?” she brightly said to me. I couldn’t answer. “We’re just here celebrating. I just got a promotion at work, and was able to fly him out here.”

“No more just chatting online for us,” he said. I knew who this was. This was her friend, the guy who had listened to us through their headphones. “She’s incredible, isn’t she? She does just about anything!” He turned to her, and they began making out. This time it was my heart that sank.

I turned back to the crowd. Birthday girl was back and sitting at a booth, her friends were sitting on either side of her fondling her breasts and fingering her vagina. One of them was making out with her, the other was licking her neck. I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood.

I woke up then. I just lay in bed thinking about all that I had just dreamed. It had certainly been hot, but there were too many other conflicting emotions for me to care. It hadn’t been long since our faithful night where she had told me we ‘had to talk about it’. How many months had it been now? Two? Had I really already managed to survive that long? Yeah, about that. It hadn’t been long, but I couldn’t really take it, I needed an outlet. I had always felt adventurous in bed, but hadn’t really had much exploration, and when I finally had gotten to explore more than the vanilla life, my life had effectively ended. I didn’t want that to hold me back. I remembered back to something I had learned in drama class back in junior high school. Something about always remembering and embracing every emotion you experience in life, good and bad. The memory, while painful, would drive my motivation and my creativity. I had always loved writing, but had never finished anything. Perhaps this was meaningful enough to me that I could finish now.

When I finally mustered the strength, I crawled out of bed and approached my computer.

I was going to write erotica. This was going to be how I would begin experimenting and experiencing my kinky side. This was going to be how I would document my joy and pain, how I would embrace my tragedy and move on with my life. I didn’t know much about kinks and fetishes, but I was curious. It would have to be something smutty, with largely fabricated details and fantasies, but I wanted it to have passion and heart. I wanted it to have emotion, even if it would be difficult sometimes.

My First Erotica
By: SKG

It was a cold day. We had woken up and the snow had fallen. I looked out my bedroom window. Five floors down, the ground was covered in white, and in the air, more of it was flying around. It wasn’t an aggressive storm, but it was beautiful, and vision was limited. I lay back down and rolled over to look at my girlfriend.

“It snowed,” I said.

“Ugh,” was all she could muster, with a disgusted face.

“A lot.”

“Bleh.”

“I don’t want to go to school today.”

“Don’t.”

“I still have to drive you to work.”

“Not going”

“Why not?”

“Didn’t you just look outside? It takes you at least half an hour to drive me to work, it’ll take even longer today. I’ll just call in and do a little from home today.” She rolled away from me and climbed out of bed. She was just wearing her black panties, so I checked out her covered ass, and her bare back. She walked out of the room and rounded the corner to the bathroom. She wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants, and she had told me (more than once) that she was overweight, but if it was true, it was just barely. She had double ds and wonderful skin. She was very smart, sometimes too smart for her (or my) own good. She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

I lay in bed and continued to enjoy the warmth from the sheets. The bathroom door opened and I watched her return. I passionately stared at her as she walked back and climbed back in beside me. Of course, I couldn’t help but catch a decent glance at her bare chest. I loved her breasts. I’m usually more of a fan of smaller cups, but I absolutely loved hers, because they were hers. She pulled the covers over herself and, turning away from me, brushed up against my body. She grabbed my arm and pulled it over herself. The whole moment was serene, and I embraced it and her for a time and kissed her on the back of the head. She smiled and made a muffled, pleasing sound, and we both fell back asleep.

When I awoke, she was still in my arms. This did not happen nearly as often as I liked. She always found me to be very warm. By this time, I had become fully erect and my penis, was pressing up against her ass crack. I gave a little hip thrust, just enough that I could feel myself grind against her, but not enough to wake her. Naturally it felt incredible. I kissed her on the back of the head causing her to stir, but still she did not wake. I poked her again with my penis, and she stirred again. I saw her eyes flitter open. I poked again, and she ground her ass against my hips. Excellent.

I kissed her below her ear, she sighed and closed her eyes again. I slid my hand down her waist to her hips, and she opened her legs for me. I grazed my hand along her panties and cupped her, then pressed my middle finger into the bottom of her vagina, still with the fabric between us, and pulled my finger up along her crease. I made a circular rubbing motion above her vagina and then slid my finger back down trying to push it deeper between her lips. She moaned and grinded her hips against my hand. I humped with my own hips against her backside.

I moved her panties to the side and slipped my finger between her lips. They were very wet, and she sighed. She rolled onto her back and cupped my boxers. She wasted no time, she slid her hand under my boxers and wrapped it around my cock. She began tugging on it and jerking me off as I fingered her. My finger went up and down along the inside of her slit, and occasionally, I pressed it deeper inside. She took my hand, and moved it to her clit where she began escorting my hand, showing me just how she wanted me to rub it; naturally I complied with her instructions. There we lay, jerking each other off, hands down one another’s underwear, keeping warm under our bedsheets.

Eventually she stopped, turned to me and gave me a kiss. That was her way of telling me she was ready. I pulled my hand back, and got out of the covers, crawling along to the end of our bed where there was a table I kept our condoms. I removed my boxers and slipped on a condom. I turned back and crawled under the covers again, climbing on top of her. She had already removed her panties, though I wished she hadn’t as I loved doing that myself. She looked up longingly at me, and I at her. I teased her with the tip of my dick against her, poking it just to her hole, but not entering. I rubbed my shaft along her vagina, being hugged by her lips. She breathed audibly and I could tell she was enjoying it.

Finally I leaned back, and bent down, kissing her, and she kissed me back. Using just my hips, I maneuvered my penis inside her as I continued to kiss her lips. As I entered her, she struggled to keep kissing me. I propped myself back up and gazed down at her breasts, my hands pressed on the bed on either side of her, holding me up. I flexed my penis inside her, attempting to stiffen it. I tried to adjust my motions so that I could change from hitting her low, and pressing against the top of her. She continued to breathe and watch me.

I worked in and out of her, building her up and watched as she was enjoying it more and more. I thought she might climax soon. When I felt like I couldn’t hold on much longer, I lowered my body and we locked lips again. We tightly and firmly secured our kiss and both of us came together. Immediately after I did, she kissed me harder and with more passion than before. I always loved this about her, she always embraced me with her lips when I came in her. She may not have been much of a kisser, but she did when it mattered most.

I lay on top of her for a moment, simply enjoying our connection. Eventually, I pulled out of her and threw the condom out in the bathroom trash. When I left the bathroom, she had already gotten out of bed and was sitting on the couch turning on the TV. She was still topless, but she had switched her panties. The large balcony window displayed the snow covered city, and I made us some tea and joined her on the couch. There we resided for the entire day, just watching television and playing games. At one point, when we were both on our laptops, I began researching how I could improve our sex life. I wondered about all the different ways I could really show her that I cared, and wanted nothing more than to please her. I also found an incredible bouquet of all sorts of flowers, which I ordered and had sent to her office for her to find when she returned. I then closed my computer, looked at her as she closed hers, grabbed her, pulled her in, kissed her, and we resumed cuddling on the couch as I put on a movie. We only ever got up again to get food or go to the bathroom, and for the rest of the day, I imagined how lucky I was to have her.