1. Sundara - Part 1


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: blin18, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    your Physics lab partner Bob?” I said. “That was very sexy. I look at Bob differently now.” This is true; I was masturbating while she told it and it made me come. I’m beginning to see why Belinda has a crush on him. “IT! WAS! NOT! BOB! FROM! PHYSICS!” she snarled, punctuating each word with a poke to my bare thigh. She is so in denial. “Anyway,” she continued, “that’s erotica. When I wrote that one out, I had to stop every page to cool off. You might have noticed some weeks I’m a bit needy.” “Well, now that you mention it …,” I said softly, stroking her nipple through the satin. Actually I had noticed; but I would have used the word ‘horny’. For about a week at a time – when she’s writing, it turns out - she’s completely insatiable. “Erotica is usually just a short, sexy story – or a collection of them broken into scenes long enough to get you good and hot,” she explained, beginning to sound more animated as she hit her stride. “Good erotica is pretty hot; it can get your fires burning and keep them going for an hour or more. When you come after that it’s …,” she paused, maybe realising she was favourably comparing sex without me to sex with me. “It’s just really nice,” she finished weakly. I let her off the hook. “I know. I read erotica too, sweetie.” “Oh, really?” she seemed surprised. “OK. So think about the hottest erotica you’ve read.” “OK.” “What is it?” she asked. “Not telling,” I smiled. “Chicken! Anyway, you know how your favourite erotica gets into your head and ...
    pings your secret fantasies?” “Sure,” I agreed. “Well, writing it yourself is about ten times hotter because you use your own fantasies and have perfect earth-shattering sex every time. As you’re writing it and editing it, it’s like having super hot sex over and over. It’s actually pretty exhausting.” Feeling her nipple harden beneath my fingers as she spoke, I began to wish I could trade some of my sports and science prowess for creative writing. “Would you write some for me?” I asked. “We’ll see,” she teased me back. “You need to build up your favour bank, lassie; especially when you see the toy my mystery man made for you.” My heart skipped a beat. I bought Belinda a strapless strap-on dildo some months ago and I wear it to make love to her. She wanted to return the favour but couldn’t find one big enough to … ahem … accommodate my tastes. Long story short: her mystery man – the one who took me blindfolded – is a very well endowed toy-maker. Belinda called in a favour to get him to make a strapless strap-on modelled on his own cock, but I haven’t heard anything about it for ages. “Oh my God!” I breathed. “Do you have it? Get it now!” “You need to learn some patience, sweetie,” she said. “Not tonight, but soon. I need a special occasion.” “I’m horny,” I said. “That’s special.” “Not special enough,” she said. “What’s next? Hot Five, Number Four?” I sighed inwardly and squeezed my thighs together to quell the fire that had kindled there (it didn’t help), but I knew better than ...
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