Erotic stories

Was at Punta Križ today, Rovinj, Croatia. In my car, smoking a cig. This woman and her husband came with a camper. In her 50s. She went outside to help him drive backwards. She started watching me a lot.... and I startde jerking off harder, just so she can hear my balls hitting. After a couple of minutes, she walked riighht next my window, I started moaning and cum started shooting all over. It…

... You spread your slender legs and your aroused pussy kindly invites my wet tongue to come closer. The tongue gladly accepts such a gentle proposal and starts to delicately tickle the red labia: up, down, left, right, around and around, patiently waiting for the delicious aroma of the first sweet and dripping juice to emanate. While the hands are grabbing your magnificent tits and playing…

What was your fetish 😉🤫, it's usually something that's not talked about from the ordinary 😉. A maturing girl has many of them, especially when she grows up, watches erotic films. She sees the beauty of sex. One of the actions of my fetishes, if it can be undertaken 🙈. And great curiosity. was male sperm. Its appearance, consistency, smell, stickiness, and of course taste 😋🤫. the risk of going…

It started with her lips. Soft, full, painted in a shade that promised sin. They hovered close, teasing, not quite touching, until they did. And when they did, it was like fire under skin. Her kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Juicy, wet, open-mouthed, tasting me like she’d been starving for it. Her tongue slipped past mine with ease, confident, playful, like she already knew how to make me…

I saw her on a quiet morning, the kind where the world feels too soft to be real. She stood by the edge of the park, golden-haired, like morning itself had decided to wear a body. Her eyes met mine, and neither of us looked away. No smile, no shy glance, just that bold, electric pull. I don’t remember walking toward her. I only remember the way the air changed when we stood close, warmer,…

Steam rises from my coffee cup, warm against my lips, but not as warm as the thoughts stirring in me, as I see her gliding down my street like a living ache, wrapped in a dress that clings too close, too right. She moves like she knows I’m watching. Maybe she does. Maybe she wants me to. Each step writes stories across my skin scenarios thick with sweat and breath and the sound of her moaning…

“To the One I Never Stopped Loving” Until I met you, I thought I knew what love was, but what I feel for you now is beyond imagination. I love every particle of you—every dark or bright place, every gesture, every word, everything you are and everything you do. You are in everything, and I love it all. Your voice, your smile, the light in your eyes melt me completely. I literally feel as though…

Chapter 1: A Home of My Own The house in Orava was never just about money. Of course, the numbers made sense—trading an apartment in Bratislava for something I could shape with my own hands, free from the weight of loans and obligations. Something permanent. But deeper than that, I needed to carve out a space in the world that was entirely mine, one where I wasn’t just another executive behind…

There are two kinds of men in this world. The ones who ask. And the ones who take. I have never been the kind of man who asks. It started young. Pain was my birthright, discipline beaten into my skin. My mother didn’t love. She controlled. Every birthday was a reminder—a ritualistic punishment, a tradition of suffering. When she threw me out at sixteen, I learned something that would shape me…