Erotophoria

Just after the time of creation, when God was nearly finished shaping and filling the universe with wonders and splendors, God was left with only two last tidbits of creation in his bag of mysteries. Seeing as God favored Adam and Eve, God decided to split the gifts between the two of them.

So, God strolled down a moss covered path in the Garden of Eden, and chanced upon the two nude lovelies, who were still flushed with a brief afternoon fornication.

“Hello Eve and Adam,” God said with a smile of approval, “Come close to me, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, God?” asked Adam, before he harassed God excitedly with a medley of questions.

“Hold fast, Adam,” commanded God, “let me tell you.

“I have a gift for each of you, but only one each…”

“What are they?” demanded Adam while Eve let God continue.

“Well, one is the gift to urinate while standing. It’s a handy little ability…”

“Oh! Give it to me!” exclaimed Adam, as he jumped up and down, bombarding God with a ruckus of enthusiasm before God could finish his thought. “Please, oh please, let me have that ability. Please, pretty please! It’d be so much fun, urinating on things from up high. Oh, God, please give me that ability!”

On and on Adam went, like an excited little boy who… well… had to pee.

“All right Adam. I’ll give you the ability if it’s okay with Eve,” said God.

“Sure,” replied Eve through a sly smile. “If Adam wants it that much then he should have it. It’ll probably make him very happy.”

And so God said, “Adam, you have the ability to control the direction of your micturition while in a vertical position.”

Adam was so happy he immediately began to wet the bark of a nearby tree, before he moved onto drawing a picture of Eve in the sand with his steady flow. And it was good.

“Fine, fine,” said God before God and Eve shared a little smile between the two of them. “Well, Eve, now that Adam has been taken care of, how would you like…”

“Oh God, I’ll gladly take multiple orgasms,” interrupted Eve.

“How did you?”

“I peeked.”

“Clever girl,” mused God. “Well, enjoy…”

This one’s good to tell when in mixed company. I get interesting reactions when both men and women are listening at the same time.

It’s one of my favorites. I think because I enjoy experiencing women who have multiples… or maybe because I enjoy experiencing multiples myself too.

I suppose I should elaborate…

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

She bit me, that bitch!

She snuck up on me like a hunting tigress while I laid across my bed to light a candle and she sunk her teeth into my bare flesh.

I squirmed. I couldn’t help it. The piercing pain felt too good, I could only surrender.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I cried out.

Not right away, of course. The first one took me completely by surprise. By the second my body had decided that it liked the sensation so much it refused to respond in any other way then complete, unconscious arousal.

So I gave in.

I became the sensation of pleasure itself, jagged pulses of passion overwhelmed my thinking until I became nothing more then a reacting beast. At that moment, my every thought, my every mental whim was focused on her, on the tiny bit of flesh of me trapped in her merciless grip. I was vulnerable to the scheming machinations she had for me. This creature, this hunting animal thought of one thing: sex.

I loved every moment of it.

Honestly, how would any of you react to a viscous biter tearing into your flesh?

I teased her mercilessly. I played the perfect little victim to her skillful onslaught of pain. I squirmed involuntarily, but refused to give her the pleasure of hearing me beg her to stop.

Within a few quick pierces I collapsed into a gasping puddle of fluttering sensation, commanded by the power of her will. I refused to move until after she pulled out her penetrating weapons from my muscle hardened flesh. Instead, I pretended to roll over in a desperate attempt to escape. I wanted her to work from behind, to my chest.

“Bite me everywhere,” I pleaded once, and only once.

My stomach, she could not bite. By the time her gleeful smile full of teeth and carnage had traversed down my hard masculine breast I gave her my lips.

Her teeth did not disappoint.

But I wasn’t permitted the pleasure of indulging in an oral ravishing for longer then a one long, grinding moment of surrender.

It wasn’t my choice to enter her, she made that decision for me. And once I was inside her I hadn’t the will to do much of anything but orgasm in screaming pulses. I was so torn apart by the echoing haunt of a stinging pain I erupted the moment I passed her gentle barriers. I continued to be electrified by slow thundering jolts long after.

She had bitten me just hard enough to feel tender for the remainder of the night. And while I basked in the epiphany that she was good while I tenderly filled and emptied her over and again.

Her reward for skillful, piercing pain was an equally potent and powerful tenderness.

Honey, I’ve learned quite a bit from my first sex with you.

I suppose now that I’ve finished this little bit of “Dear Diary.”

Btw, I am a naughty little fetish monkey. Just thought I’d make that clear.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Dear Dean of Student Affairs,

I’d like to apologize for any actions on my part which might have contributed to the explosion of sex and sin in the men’s locker room yesterday. I didn’t mean to assist in inciting an orgy on a college campus.

When I was taking a shower, after a long, sweaty session of training, and rubbed a sweet smelling lather all over my soapy wet body in front of all those completely smooth swimmers I didn’t mean to become aroused. It wasn’t my intention to accidentally be overwhelmed by the memory of an experienced and married woman who’d forced her way into in my bed a few days before.

I certainly didn’t intend to walk over to my locker, dripping wet, without a towel. It was poor judgment on my part to decide that I didn’t need to cover my body with a soft cotton cloth until I’d made it to my locker.

Looking back now I can see how a slender young man with long dripping wet hair walking completely naked all the way from the showers to a locker with an erect penis might cause an undesirable reaction from other men. When I say this I hope you can understand how I felt when I rubbed my hard, thin body with a baby-blue hand-towel. It just didn’t occur to me that that moment wasn’t the opportune time to fondly recollect a dirty, cheating wife who meant to turn me into her boy toy.

But I can’t claim responsibility for anything which took place that day beyond gently rubbing my hard cock with a feathery soft cloth. I was perfectly willing to keep my gentle pleasure to myself!

It was the sweaty, deep dark skinned young man who hummed a tune to himself while giving off an aroma of grass and musk not but a few lockers down who was fascinated by my throbbing appendage. Surely you can understand the necessity of using the moisture in my mouth as a lubricant after he decided to start touching me. I had no lotion, nor any personal lubricant with me at the time and I had to reciprocate. My mother raised me to be a polite and considerate man. There was nothing I could do but rip down his tights and clean off his salty, sweat covered, dark chocolate, thick curly pubic hair laced cock with my tongue. I couldn’t use my clean, though damp towel - he was covered in dirt and sweat!

And when those skinny swimmers with hairless bodies, shining and slippery like eels, came upon us, practically dancing with glee, they were responsible for their own actions as well. It was they who decided to fondle me and my little pink wonder while I was bowing down and worshiping the dark chocolate dong filling my mouth.

Please understand that by the time the tall, muscular women from the girl’s volleyball team had entranced upon our heated little exchanges of fluids and caresses I was already completely powerless. I had been walled in by a mass of heaving, heavy breathing, musky bodies. I couldn’t escape when so many hands and lips were holding me down, fondling me, and paying such dutiful attention to my red hot hard-on. I was pinned - one of them must have taken a wrestling class on your college campus!

That being said, I do have to admit the presence of pussy certainly did change the nature of my own arousal. When the raven haired woman with a deep commanding voice and a hooked nose incited a riot with the other girls as she tore off her mound hugging short-tights and bore down on me with her dripping wet, black hair covered vagina I became an animal. To be honest, I barely noticed the volleyball coach – that raging, angry bitch of a bull dyke lesbian (please don’t tell her I said that) – as she entered into me from behind with a strap-on.

The rest is all a blur to me, I barely remember it save to say that I am truly sorry that my pretty little pink penis attracted the amours of half the faculty and most of the student body present on campus that day.

I hope you can forgive me for having a hard-on in the men’s locker room. But please, when deciding my punishment, remember that I wouldn’t have received the ardor and adoration of so many people in one, large, male-musk filled room if my daily thoughts hadn’t been corrupted by a lovely, married lady with a voluptuous body and demanding hands.

If anyone needs to be punished it’s the women who’ve corrupted me! I was an innocent, naïve young man until they transformed me into the depraved, lust filled monster whose fate lies in your fair hands.

Please decide justly when you consider my punishment.

Thank you for hearing me,

~Virgohippy

I admit it, I’m a hopeless tease. I can’t help myself. You lovely ladies arouse my curiosity far too much for me to have any sense of rational thought. So much trouble I get into, just for a bit of fun with you. You should be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of an excitable young cock like me.

Anyway… it’s been a long while since my last post. Here’s a little sex story I scribbled down after a stimulating exchange. I don’t know when I’ll find time to give it some decent action but I can’t resist sharing this barely scrawled fantasy.

Maybe I’m asking the universe for inspiration. Should I keep an eye out for any perverted chicks who might take advantage of a defenseless young hippie?

Be warned, this one is all tease!

“You’ve got such a hard cock,” she whispered, proving her point as she tightened her grip on me through my jeans.

“You mean your husband doesn’t get hard?”

“Not like this, no. You’re young… you should appreciate it,” she said, as she continued to flood my body with waves of warmth with the gentle caress of her warm and confident hand over the entire length of my erection.

“Oh, well, you make it pretty easy,” I said while I throbbed in her hands.

She chuckled before she leaned in and further amazed me with the intoxicating sensation of a well experienced woman’s kiss.

“How does your hubby kiss you?” I asked, interrupting her interrogation of the metal barbell which had not too long ago pierced my tongue.

I was curious, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know how to pleasure this impressive piece of temptation before me in a way that her chosen lover had been learning how to do for longer then I’d been kissing girls.

“Mmm… different. But you’re not like him.”

I paused a moment and wondered if she perceived me as inferior to the man she had been sleeping with for over a decade. But before I could explore my thoughts of insecurity she leaned in close, pressing her soft, slightly rounded belly against my still hard, throbbing cock and audibly breathed me in.

“You smell good,” she assured me, before making it plain how much my aroma aroused her by breathing in more of me, moaning and grinding gently on my ‘young hard cock’.

I was convinced that she was good. For a moment I wondered how she learned to read me so well, to pluck away my insecurity with such a simple gesture before I reminded myself that it would be fair to reciprocate.

“You’re softness feels good on me like this,” I said, grabbing her plump, round buttocks hard with clawed fingers as I pulled her loins onto me.

It didn’t take long for her lips to find my neck, trailing just beyond the edge of stubble along my neck.

“Wait…” I begged.

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Tags: experienced woman, married woman, sex story, tease

I’m working on a sex story. I thought I’d share it with you, my lovelies. Though it may seem purely an erotic fantasy spurned on by imaginative desire it is inspired by a true story.

Will you read it for me?

She always wore a black leather jacket, tight pants, and a hard ass expression on her face that could make a seasoned war veteran cringe. She was one of those bull dyke lesbian chicks, complete with short cropped hair, a nose and brow piercing, a thin metal chain dangling about her wide goddess hips, and an attitude towards men that screamed, “Don’t even think about it, bitch.” She was completely hands off to anyone with a penis. But I didn’t care. I lusted after her something fierce, all the same.

I’d try to hide my unrelenting desire to ravish her naked body in plain site by flirting with her like I would everything that walked on two legs. Which basically meant I’d push things as far as I could get away with… then I’d push just a tiny bit more.

Don’t get me wrong, I always believed her when she said she was exclusive to pussy… I’d seen her kiss and grope other girls with a genuine passion too many times not to. She just didn’t seem to mind my outrageous and superficial advances.

“What are you doing?” she mocked, almost indicating a shock response as my dexterous hands quickly wrapped themselves around her plump breasts.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I seem to have lost my boobs, and I noticed yours look very familiar. They’re just so beautiful I had to make sure they weren’t mine.”

“Uh… I’m pretty fucking sure…”

“Shh… I’m concentrating,” I whispered, eyes closed, while my thumb and index fingers searched for her nipples – which became much easier when they decided to peak through her shirt, nice and erect.

“Oh, no… these aren’t mine. When your erect nipples come to attention they’re far more pretty then mine. Sorry for the mix up.” I smiled sweet, pulled my hands away, and patted her on the butt.

“Thank you?” she said, with one poignantly thin eye-brow raised.

“Any time,” I said, before I winked at her, and continued to talk about whatever non-sense was on my mind at the time.

They really were beautiful breasts. I can’t think of a more delicious pair of big juggies then the busty fun bags on my hardcore bull dyke. Especially when she wore low-cut white under-shirts, without a bra, that let her bosom practically fall out. Her’s were breasts worth fantasizing about – worthy of lazy afternoons filled with lotion covered hands and an active erotic imagination. But then, the forbidden fruit always does seem tastier then what’s in the picnic basket, eh?

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Tags: bitch, desire, dyke, erotic fantasy, lesbian, oral sex, orgasm, sex story