Tag: Erotica

Steamy Display [18+]

I looked at the contents of my wallet: a small bundle of cash, assorted business cards, and both my work I.D. and my high school I.D. from three years ago. I took out the cash and counted out the requested amount, placing it in plain sight on the bedside table. I sighed, looking at the money under the bright pink room lighting.

Am I really going through with this? Is this really going to happen?

I felt the night breeze slip though the front of my robe, gliding right across the top of my breasts, still cooling off from the shower before. Though, to be honest, not even opening my entire robe to cool down in the nice breeze would be able to help get rid of the heat from the rest of my body. The more I thought about my reason for being here, the hotter my body became. Whether it was out of excitement or out of nervousness, I wasn’t sure.

Steam was flowing out from the open bathroom door, forming small clouds before dissipating in the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the silky bedspread, there was a faint outlining of the woman’s shape from behind the shower curtain. The finer details are hard to point out, but the curves around her hips are unmistakably obvious. The thickness in her thighs as she leaned over to wash her legs were in full sight. Her chest fell forward, her breasts holding firm without any kind of sag. Her hands were constantly on the move, traveling from her calves and taking a moment to stop between her thighs.

I didn’t even notice when my hand ended up between my own thighs. My legs were spread apart just a bit, enough for my fingers to touch and feel around. When I looked down I was already drenched, my fingers gently flicking at my warm clit. Slow breaths and letting myself ease up, I fell back on the bed and played with myself until the woman got out the shower.

My mind ran away on its own as my body went through its own sensation journey. One finger went inside my pussy, sliding in and out with ease, and my other hand cupped one of my breasts, massaging it in slow circles, magnifying the waves of subtle pleasure flowing through me. Those waves came crashing every time my finger pressed against the deepest parts of me, forcing me into uncontrollable moans. With the way things were going, I’d probably would have gotten off before the woman got out.

“Having fun without me?”

I heard a seductive voice speaking nearby. My entire body tightened up, my fingers still deep inside and my hand gripping at my breast. I quickly sat up, filled with more embarrassment than anything else now. The shower was still on, but the woman wasn’t basking in his steamy flowing water. Instead, she managed to walk out and stand right in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. She casually leaned back against the doorway, her arms folded behind her head. Her hair was dripping at the tips, the weight of the soaked up water keeping it straight behind her. Water was pooling all around her, from the drips and trickles from her pink nipples, the rushing drops from her thighs, and every other curvy spot on her body.

She asked me again with a sly smile, “Having fun without me?”


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Bathtub [18+]

“Kuru-min! Could you come here for a second?”

I could hear Mrs. Kurosawa calling me from the upstairs bathroom. But, isn’t she taking a bath though? What could she possibly need me for? I folded the corner of my page and put the book on the couch, “Coming.”

I put my slippers on and took my time heading through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. When I reach the top step there was a vanishing trail of steam leading me to the bathroom as if I didn’t know where it was. Right around the corner of the stairs I could see the hazy light of the bathroom peering through the cracked door.

I knocked on the door but didn’t enter yet, “Mrs. Kurosawa, did you need something?”

Swishing water sounds as Mrs. Kurosawa answered, “Yes. I forgot to get my towel from the bedroom. Would you mind going in and getting it for me?”

“Sure. Which color is it?”

“Green.”

I walk past the bathroom door and head to the last door straight down the hallway. I gently pushed the door open, the aged latches squeaking. This was easily the largest room in the entire house, aside from the living room area. There was a king-sized bed at one end of the room, three mahogany dressers placed in different spots, and a small work desk right next to an open window. There were clothes scattered around on different pieces of furniture, which was the only thing that made the room look just a bit untidy.

It’s actually a bit funny—I’ve always saw Mrs. Kurosawa as a neat freak. She would always have her things in neat detail. She would eat carefully, making sure nothing felt from her plate and onto her clothes. There were times where I would walk in on her reorganizing her entire closet just because she bought something new and it threw off her current organized pattern.

But there’s a pair of jeans on the back of a chair, a mismatched sock or two thrown here and there, and a balled up pajama top left next to the bed. And while I was noticing every piece of clothing lying around, I saw the green towel draped over her television. I grabbed it and left the room, heading back to the bathroom door. I knocked on it again, letting her know I have it. She told me to come into the bathroom with it and close the door.

When I opened the door, a small cloud of steam quickly escapes past me, emptying the entire room of any fogginess. Straight ahead was the large bathtub, filled with water practically at the brim, but not spilling out onto the floor. And inside the tub was Mrs. Kurosawa, in her naked glory.

I couldn’t tell if it was the heat floating around in the air or if something was wrong with me, but I felt my cheeks igniting right on the spot.

“Where do you want me to put the towel?” I asked.

She had her head resting back against a small bath pillow, her hair wrapped up in a small cloth to keep from getting in the water. She turned to look at me with a smile and said, “You can leave it right on the edge of the sink. I won’t be in here long.”

“Okay. Do you need anything else while I’m still here?”

She thought for a moment, but shook her head. I nodded and turned to walk back out the bathroom. Before I could even reach out to the door knob, Mrs. Kurosawa called out my name again and I stopped

“Kurumi, can I ask you a personal question?”

Don’t You Remember? (Part Three) [18+]

It’s been a while since I spoke to Toni. I haven’t even hit her up just to see how she’s been the last few days. Although, if I did hit her up now, knowing how she’s been wouldn’t exactly be the main reason.

We both went out that night together, and I still haven’t had anything new come to mind since then. The only real thing I remember was the name of the club and waiting for her to show up. Nothing after that. She must remember something to help me jog my memory back.

I’m just afraid that I might have done something extremely stupid. I mean, I already woke up in another woman’s bed, so I don’t think it can possibly get any worse than that. 

I caught Toni rolling her eyes and drinking more wine, “I swear, you two always sound so lovely-dovey together. It’s almost annoying to me.”

I couldn’t help but to snap back like she does, “If you kept a man, you would understand the whole lovey-dovey thing.”

“Which reminds me, how did that night go?”

“Which night?”

“The night we went out to the club. Don’t tell me you already forgot?”

Don’t You Remember? (Part Two) [18+]

I was still trying to piece together the events of last night. Everything is still a blur, but I need to at least know how things happened. As much as I don’t want to, I’ll have to keep everything a secret from Samuel, my boyfriend. 

It was still surprising that I even ended up in bed with somebody else. Maybe Toni remembers something that I don’t. Wait, did I even see her last night?

Damn, I really can’t remember. Well, fuck it for now. Let me just ease up at home, try and get some sleep. Hopefully that will help bring things back to me. 

That’s how I’m going to keep last night a secret.

I gave Samuel another kiss on his cheek before breaking away and walking down the hallway to the back of the apartment, “Yeah. Toni went shopping earlier this week.”

I couldn’t help showing a coy smile at him, “Hey there, big man. You trying to spy on me while I’m showering, huh?”

Don’t You Remember? (Part One) [18+]

Something’s not right. Last night is all a blur, I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, and I sure as hell know I need to get out of here. My entire body felt like shit and it’s hard for me to wake up.

Then again, based on the way things are, do I really want to wake up? If I do, then that means that all of this stuff was real. More importantly, how am I going to explain all of this to my boyfriend?

He’s won’t like this.

I didn’t get a response. He was probably still in a deep sleep, considering the fact that I could yell right in his ear and he still wouldn’t wake up.

My stomach sank as everything started clicking in my mind like a puzzle. I had to lean over and keep my head in my hands to try and think.

“Thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun with you.”

Healer By Trade [18+]

In a weird way, I can see myself acting like the same kind of character like the one I play in my video games. I always tend to go for the one that looks over everybody, making sure they’re all okay and wanting to keep them in tip-top condition. 

And in my actual life, I’m always doing my best to try and keep my girl happy and healthy. But just like in video games, I won’t always be given an easy task to complete. But, with a big of creativity and technique, I can do just about anything.

And tonight, it involves feeling “frisky.”

From the loudness of her voice and the constant use of the word “Fuck,” I can’t help but assume work was more than stressful today.

I give her a warm smile. I know she didn’t mean to say that to me, “It’s alright, baby.” I plant a quick kiss on her heated cheek to accept her apology.

Face-to-Foot [18+]

Living above a bar will usually give you some unwanted noise every week. It’s always at its worse when you’re trying to spend a nice, quiet night in with a good book on the couch. The roars of people partying and the booming of music can easily break your immersion into the novel in hand.

On top of that, if you live with a roommate who frequents said bar below you’ll eventually have a night where they come home a bit… different. Of course, that could either play to your advantage or give you a long, stressful night. 

But what would you do if they somehow started doing the unexpected?

Mia glanced from around her book in response, “That’s the alcohol taking over Rosa. The more you drink, the warmer your body gets. You didn’t even drink water in-between, did you?”

Rosa proudly shook her head with a smile, “Water doesn’t taste good. It doesn’t taste as good as what I had, and I had a lot.”

Just the Usual Night [18+]

Everybody likes to enjoy a nice night out at their favorite locale. Party-goers are always searching for the hottest clubs to dance the night away, have a nice drink or five, and to allow themselves to give into the energy swirling around in the air. Dancing, laughing, and a strong urge for the flesh is all too common at tonight’s bar.

Behind a perfectly waxed countertop and a wall of used shot glasses stood a man of age, his gray streaks beginning to show along his hairline. Although he age was a bit out f the normal for the average customer, his appearance and  physique made it look a few years younger. 

Passing out all kinds of drinks to thirsty customers, he calmly completed his bartender duties until a familiar face appeared before him. 

“Have you had your usual drinks tonight? A shot of vodka and a martini?”

“Actually, I only had one martini tonight. Well, one that I personally ordered. I had about four total.”

Four, huh? Which lucky person does she have her sights on tonight that would buy her three more?

Music, Drinks, and Kisses [18+]

The right style of music can set the tone. Outside influences would get the blood flowing and emotions rushing. If two people manage to tap into their desires and passions during the heat of the moment, their next few actions will cause a chain reaction that plays off of one another. One thing leads to another and soon enough, you both will feel rather, sinful.

One who obviously knows what she’s doing and another who’s there for the new experience, two people take their time exploring each others’ bodies. Thankfully, there’s enough music roaring just outside to muffle out their own music they’ll be making.

“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.

I can’t believe I’m really doing this… Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.