EROTIC STORIES

In the shadowy realm of our subconscious, erotic dreams weave narratives that are both mystifying and revealing. These nocturnal adventures are rich in symbolism and emotion. Offer a candid glimpse into our deepest desires, fears, and the unexplored corners of our sexuality.

She hasn’t left my mind since I first saw her stacking shelves at her workplace.

I can’t stop imagining how silky her hair looked today, how pink her cheeks looked, or how nice her feet appeared in her open sandals. I’m staring at the ceiling of my room with the window open, while I slide a cigarette in between my lips and set the stick ablaze.

The idea of getting kissed, licked, sucked and fucked on camera always appealed to me, but I never put that plan into action.

Fuck, how did I end up here? I was only sipping on a few cans of Heineken two hours ago, and now I have my closest friend from high school drilling my pussy and tasting my tongue with his.

This was not what I was expecting when I said I wanted a nice night with him. Not was I was expecting at all. And now my former school teacher is on top of me, thrusting his throbbing shaft in and out of me while I’m looking at his gorgeous black hair while he smiles and moans at me.

I wanted to be an animal with him. I wanted him to rub my cunt hard until I climaxed all over his fingers.

I rubbed my clit through my jeans and underwear while I made sure that no one would catch me touching myself, which only made me hornier. However, my masturbation was brought to a quick end.

I don’t have a lot of time or energy to write a new journal entry, but I do have the time to say this. Ever since I’ve had sex in the pool with Andreo, I haven’t been feeling like my usual self. I don’t know whether it’s because my client doesn’t like my work, or that Marcos hasn’t stopped texting me yet. However, what I do know…is that I’m late.

Dear Diary, What has changed? Why has it changed?

Those were the words that ran through my mind. Some days, I feel like I need to take a chill-pill to put my mind to sleep. Andreo softly placed his hand on top of mine and stroked it with his thumb.

The elevator door yawns open and the four people around me pile into the cramped space. “Vamonos.” Someone is waving me inside but I smile and wave them off. The elevator door closes its mouth and swallows the people whole. I push the elevators up button and step back looking at my reflection in the door’s shine.