Good day all.

I have an idea, to lighten the moment and bring some excitement to this forum.

Members are to write a peace of originally written erotic fiction, the ladies can judge which peace is best. I shall sponsor a generous prize personally.

I shall even join the fray myself and add my contribution.

Kind regards
Eddie
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Tropical Holiday

It is nearing the end of the first week of our holiday. We are on a tropical island with perfect days and hot, wet nights. We have been there for days and neither of us has even started on a tan. It is the kind of resort that has lots of huts, all on different isles in the lagoon-type area. The kind of place where every house has it's own patch of beach and you never have to see another guest the entire time you are there. Meals are served to you in your hut by room service. We are almost totally secluded on our island.

One morning you wake up early and slowly get out of our bed so as not to wake me. It doesn't work (I am a very light sleeper) but I pretend that it does. You look around the room, searching for your bathing suit. Eventually you give up. But, because you still want to swim and you have not seen another soul for days, you decide to go take your swim in the buff.

I watch you go out the door, and continue watching you through a window slightly above our bed. You swim out for a bit, your strong arms and legs working against the tide, and then you body surf your way in. You do this a few times and then come into the lip of the shore. You stand up and start to wash yourself with the clear sea/lagoon water. I am very turned on watching you touch yourself, even in that non-sexual way.

You come back to the hut, walk into the room and start to dry yourself off with a small towel. Although I have my back to you, I watch your every move in the full length mirror. Your nipples are still standing straight up as the water evaporating off your body has made you cold. Looking around for something to put on you see one of my shirts (I had to cut off the sleeves to it a few days ago to make headbands for the two of us and made a bit of a hash of it and now the sides of the shirt are quite torn). You decide to put it on because it smells of me. Knowing I like to sleep late you order breakfast and wait for it to arrive. I watch you as you make yourself ready for the day (we have promised each other that we must go out of the room today, for a few hours at least!). And since the shirt is torn and I am watching you from the side I watch how your breasts move when you breathe. Sometimes, I get to see the nipple, and then it dissapears again behind a fold. I am finding this very erotic. I am about to get out of bed and ravish you when there is a knock at the door.

When the door opens the waiter's eyes pop out when he sees you. Even though you are covered in all the right places, he still can see the beauty of your legs and your nipple stand. I am amused at his obvious arousal. He stands there, waiting for a tip. Impishly, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and show him the door. As it closes, I pretend that the sound has woken me up.

I walk over to see what you have ordered. It is waffles, with ice-cream, whipped cream and syrup - all on the side. I smile and say, 'At this rate I will put on all the weight I have lost.' You grin and reply, 'Then I guess we need to find a way to work off those calories.'

You take off the top and reach for the icecream jar. We are standing so close that my stiffening penis begins to rub itself up your thigh. You scoop out some of the icecream with you finger and rub it into your already hard nipples. You then lick your finger clean, suggestively. Taking my cue, I start to lick your nipples. But before I have gotten them completely clean, I smear your whole breasts with most of the rest of the icecream which you didn't notice me take. The sudden cold shock sends shivers through your entire body and you break out in goose-bumps. We fall onto the couch and you grab my hand and start to lick it clean. I suck the icecream up and when there are only the liquidy remanants of it left, I stand up quickly and put my dick between your breasts. As I rub it up and down your cleavage, you lean your head forward so that you can lick the head whenever it comes into range. After a while, the icecream becomes sticky and I bring my penis forward so that you can give it a tongue-bath. As you are doing that, you tug at my arm and push it towards your mound. Getting your drift, I turn myself around and bend down to lick your pussy. I am still within range of the breakfast trolley so I grab one of its legs and pull it towards me. I reach around for the whipped cream and start to lather it on. Then, using my tongue like a razor, I start to ''shave'' you. You laugh because the sensation is ticklish. I use my lips to pull gently on your pubic hairs, as I get every delicious folicle clean. While I am licking your clit, I put two of my fingers up into your hole. I move them around and am very pleased at your gyrating reactions.

You scream at me, 'I want you in me! NOW!!'

I lick you for a few tantalising seconds more and then get up. You get up to and push me back onto the couch. You jump on my lap and grab at my penis, and push it inside you. Using your knees as leverage on the couch you start to ride me like a bucking bull. I grab a hold of your breasts and start to tweak your nipples. This makes you bounce even faster. You start coming, and the contracting muscles in your love-box make me come as well. You pull out at the last second and let my love-seed go all over your tummy. Taking a finger to scoop it all up, you lick up every last drop of it.

'Hmmmmmm', you say, 'Sweet.'

I look at you with a slightly puzzled look.

With an impish grin, you just say, 'Well, I didn't have time to put my protection in, and you certainly did not, and I would have killed you if you had tried to stop, so... do you think I would do well in porn?'

I just gaze into your eyes and wonder how I managed to get an angel like you to be with me.

Needless to say, it takes us another week to finally get out of our room and see the rest of the island :-)

Deadly Desires

The rain sheeted down outside the apartment, masking the sordid screams of violent lovemaking in the front room. Her dress was soft between his fingers, he craved something, and there was a gleam in his eyes as he took her in with wolf eyes, and sliding his calloused hands along her thighs for a moment, appreciating its smoothness. She hooked a leg around his waist, seemingly to invite him closer, to be with her, to be with someone, someone whom his wife would certainly not appreciate as much as she noticed the wedding finger. His old self descended upon her fine, almost brittleness, and as his old hands found their way inevitably to her pert breasts, feeling them, daring to ruin their innocence, she wrapped her young, warm arms around the broadness of his shoulders. Drawing herself up to him, the moonlight silhouetting them both against the tartan curtains of the balcony, she began to nibble at his ear.
At first it tasted dry, as she wound her tongue around the bean of his ear, making her way to the lobe, teasing it, causing a flutter of the heart. His balding head relaxed, succumbing to herself, then rolling her tongue up, she eased it almost as if it were a dildo, worming it down into the hole of his ear, but only for a moment, instantly retracting it.
His tummy sank, the pleasure of this, dizzying his mind, sending all thoughts of guilt away.

He would fuck this young thing tonight, and their dark, dirty sex would go unheard for the foul weather. Leaving his wet ear, she lay back against the sheets. Lightning flashes flickered over the ocean outside, the arcs of which mirrored deep from within her envious emerald eyes. 'Why couldn't my wife fuck this well,' he pondered for a moment. 'Maybe I should fuck my own daughter,' he teased himself.

Her slender hand slipped between his thighs, grabbing at the bulge through his underwear, it throbbed with the pace of a much younger man, it would seem that with age, his insatiable desire to be with sexy women hadn't at all waned. Rubbing her brittle body, as a cat would, against his inner thighs, she brought him out. His sack was already quite tight, as she felt the large, warm marbles between her girly hands. He could not contain himself, as he lusted, mindlessly before her on the bed. The lay of her body reminded him of the local schoolgirls who he had always wanted to do, but had feared reproach, should she tell or the headmaster find out.
He almost came then, if it were not for the respite she provided, by sliding her girly hands through the sweaty hairs of his tummy. She pulled back, tasting the salt between her glossy saccharine lips, she had him entirely entranced now.
There was music blaring in his head, and she was the DJ, she controlled the rhythm, and she would now dance her way through his wallet before the night was out.

She drew her pretty pink nails down over his tummy again, gripping his joystick now in her girly hands, and she let the soft fall of her scented hair wash over his pelvis. Her glossy lips gleamed in the darkness of the room. His old self writhed, as the pretty face thumped in his lap, her childish throaty moans edging him that much closer. He no longer needed to gaze upon her figure, for as he closed his eyes, he could feel the pleasure wash over him, like a veil of endless summer rain, the pleasure took on a new meaning now.
It seemed less lustful, and more like a true lovemaking, there was no guilt, there were no repercussions, his wife would never find out. He hugged her to his pelvis, she slopped away, sucking, and manipulating the pleasure at her will, in between times where she would play bite, on one occasion a bit too passionate, and her kisses became crimson upon his old self. The music blared louder in his mind now, as her tongue flicked like a paintbrush red upon his aged canvas.

She laid him back now, wolfing him down with those girly glossy lips, giggling as she bent his wisdom to her wild and wicked ways. Her figure writhed on his now, he was no longer old in the dark room, his cracked moans muffled by the rain outside, she beheld a man, penetrating his soul, pulling him into her, the pleasure intensified immeasurably, as the music blared loudly for both now. The chorus was in full swing. The slap of her butt cheeks drummed over his pelvis, where she would occasionally push down harder than the last, trying to squeeze her butt cheeks deeper, sliding them, almost like boobs would, down between his inner thighs and forcing him to absolute attention.

His hands now had a mind of their own, in fact, his entire body was not his own, pleasure weaved through his fingers, out of his toes, and pounded excitedly in his mind. He thought of rabbits, many rabbits in a field, all doing each other, like a big orgy, it was unending, the squealing and the squabbling, the hares did not have to fight, there was plenty to go around. Most were opting for doggy, but a few were doing it missionary. The smell was amazing, as he tried to sniff it all in, it reminded him of the smell of fresh urine, pouring over his face, he was a king drenched in gold.

One by one the rabbits became tired, he jolted then, his breathing now shallow, the girl on top of him, her sweet breath upon his hairy chest once more, the sounds from her sweet lips of which he could not make out, as her childish appeal faded, turning into a visage of utter horror!

The semen slicked out, firing at her babe's breasts, much missing the target, as he, paradoxically between a mixture of pain and pleasure, attempted the one last thing she had seduced him to do. The rabbits were licking him on the face now, the emerald of the girl's eyes faded almost to the darkness of the room. He reached up with a hand, feeling where the rabbits had licked, his face felt shaven at first. No, it felt like when he was younger. There were no rabbits now, and he began to float, paralyzed himself, legs first, up into the tight gap between of the young girl's thighs.

It was dark at first, and the music was softer here. He thought he had heard it once before, a very long time ago. Pleasure had no meaning here now, and everything became blindingly white, as he thought to himself, 'That was a bloody good fuck!'

Quickly sex

The door to the room is closed, you lay naked, spread wide for me, your flesh goose bumped by the breeze coming through the window next to you. You are blind folded at my request, you can hear movement but see nothing.

I very slowly open the door, I close it behind me. I stand at the foot of the bed and stare at your nakedness. I'm instantly hard for you, you can't see but I can feel my hardness pressing against my pants. I want you, I wonder what your warm moistness will taste like.

I start to very slowly kiss you body, starting with your feet moving up your legs, then softly kissing your labia, French kissing your labia, soft gentle kisses, I love how your wetness grows with each kiss, I love your taste, you delicious, your sweet sent, makes me harder and harder with each moment I continue. I want more and more of the juice that flows between your tender thighs.

While my face is buried between your thighs, I'm very quietly taking my clothes off. My huge rock hard cock exposed, pre cum dripping from the tip.

I work my way up your body with my mouth towards your erect nipples, erected from the breeze and the simulation, moments ago between your thighs. You still blind folded, your mouth slightly parted, your lips uncertain.

Without warning I move up towards your mouth and put the swollen head of my cock, in your warm mouth, you are surprised uncertain of what will happen next. You tongue caresses my cock, it feels incredible for me, while my cock explorers your mouth, I reach my hand down and work your swollen clit with my fingers . I put the tip of my finger in your pussy to get some wetness to bring towards my mouth. I taste it, you are nectareous.

All this time you holding the pillow next to your head with both hands. Not touching me at all, I pull my cock from your wanting mouth. Your mouth partly filled with my pre cum.

I move down between your thighs, position the moist head of my cock, just at the entrance to your warm moist perfect quim. I don't move,
I caress your nipples with my mouth alternating between them, flicking them with my tongue the way you like it.

I slowly enter you, you resist slightly getting use to my size, you take me inch by inch until I'm all in, in to the hilt. You feel amazing inside, my cock fits so well in you.

I start to pound you mercilessly, you take it all, harder and harder, faster and faster. All the while I'm sucking, licking, kissing your erect nipples.

You press my nipples between your fingers, hurting me I love it, I pump you deeper and harder with every stroke. Your pussy takes me, takes all of me, I've stretched you good, very good.

You whisper in my ear, 'I want your cum, pump it deep into me' I give it to you faster and deeper, each stroke deeper than the last before. I'm close, I wait for you I want you to orgasm with me, at exactly the same moment.

You scream as you get there, you sound so sexy, so incredible, you shaking, digging you nails into my back. I can fell your orgasm on my cock. I unload into you, pumping my warm load, deeply into you, just like you wanted me to. My cum pumps into you for seconds, filling you completely. Flooding you.

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EA, true accounts from you??? Major turn-on :-)

I'm lousy at fiction, so I'll bow out of this one gracefully before I make a twat of myself.

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I am rather good at fiction.. Just that I don't have the patience to be at my keyboard typing it all out!!!

I'd much rather present a precise which will read as follows...

I was horny..
I went onto ESA..
I saw which girl I wanted..
I called her...
I booked her...
I visited her...
I gave her the money..
She undressed me..
She slipped on a condom..
She gave me a half-hearted blowjob..
She took a phone-call..
She made me cum..
She slipped off the condom..
She made take a cold shower..
She gave a hug...
She told me her next client is waiting..
I got to the car-park..
I recognised my neighbours car..
I jumped into my car..
I sped off...
My neighbour and I are the best of friends..
I even lent him my tools and lawnmower and fishing rods and golf clubs..


But I am waiting for Andrea's story...

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