foryourheartonly

A collection of erotica written by yours truly. Very NSFW!

The Hotel

#erotica #sex #romantic #foursome #Queer

L’s steps quickened as she hurried round the hotel room. She double and triple checked her itinerary. The room was booked. The tools were bought. The orders were sent out. Tonight, was the night. L opened up the group chat with her friends turned conspirators. She sent out her final check-in message and received immediate confirmations. Now she had to inform the final player. L shot K the final text that read, “we’re ready for you.” L and her friends gathered before K arrived. She had booked a luxury hotel room with a king-size bed, full sitting area with multiple couches and chairs, and egregiously spacious bathroom. L stood around the bed with her friends and laid out their tools for the night. L could hear one of her friends, M, whisper, “finally”, as she looked over and saw her unconsciously biting her lower lip, eyes fixated on the decadent spread before them. L glanced over at her other friend, T, who had a visible bulge in their pants. L couldn’t help but bite her own lip, feeling herself getting wet in anticipation for night ahead. A few minutes later the group heard a knock at the door.

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The Date

#sex #erotica #romantic #dom #sub

You gasp, tighten your thighs, clench your fist. You open your eyes and look down. You’re sitting on the couch with your legs spread, your clenched fingers pull the jet-black hair away from the fountain. His brown eyes look up at you, eagerly waiting for your approval. You nod and release him, grabbing a small blanket from beside you and your full glass of red wine. Your date gets up off the ground and you see their long, thick cock twitch. You bite your lip as you see their dark skin glisten with sweat, accentuating his rippling muscles, knowing they really worked up a sweat to please you. You appreciate hard work.

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Coffee

#erotica #sex #romantic

J lay on her back on her bed. She’d had a long day at work, her neck was a bit stiff, her back a little sore from being on her feet all day. But at least K was over. He was in the kitchen, making some coffee. She could hear him shuffling around, the sounds of pots and dishes moving around became the only echoes in the apartment. As the sounds drifted through the apartment, J began to fall asleep. K started the coffee maker and walked over to J’s room which was down the hall. He peeked into the room and saw her laying there. She had her big yellow t-shirt with the ripped collar so it hung off her right shoulder. As K knew, it was her habit to essentially explode out of her clothes when she got home from work, so with her t-shirt she only had on her pink underwear. She lay with her hands strewn to her sides, a novel she’d been reading haphazardly to one side. Her head was tilted to her left, exposing her pale neck and shoulder where her t-shirt hung down. K was in his suit as he’d come straight over to J’s after work. He stood in her bedroom doorway, his purple tie hanging loosely around his neck, his jacket removed, his slim fitting trousers and white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. K could feel his pants begin to tighten slightly as his heart began to race. He ran his hand through is long, thick, black hair as he walked quietly over to J’s bed. He reached J’s bed and crawled gently over her, making his way straight to her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips driven to taste her skin.

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Summer

#erotica #sex #romantic

She walked up to the front door of her apartment. Fumbling with the keys in an exhausted haze, she finally found the key that would open the door to her sanctuary. The AC was humming as the cool air hit her face and washed relief over her body as she escaped the blistering outdoor heat. Her close friend and roommate M stood in the kitchen and gave a little wave hello as J made her way in to the family room. She’d already flipped her dress up and over her head and was walking in her bra and panties through the apartment and to the kitchen to grab a piece of fresh pineapple her friend was cutting. “It’s absolutely brutal out there,” J remarked to M as she unhooked her suffocating bra, releasing her large, pale, shapely breasts and contrasting perfectly placed nipples. “It’s insane,” M replied as she popped a piece of pineapple into her own mouth. As M put the knife and cutting board away she paused and stared at J’s breasts and remarked, as she’d done for years, “God your boobs are incredible.” And as she’d done for years, J simply pushed them together slightly with her arms, smiled, and winked as she popped another piece of pineapple into her mouth and walked into her room, carrying her bra in one hand and her dress in the other. She wasn’t a cocky person, and like most everyone, had her own insecurities about her body. But M always seemed to have a sixth sense about when those insecure thoughts were started to enter J’s mind and would say something to lift her spirits. She truly was one-of-a-kind.

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