An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Carnal Desires by Lexington Boyd - 08/23/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August Entry

Her breasts heaved as the big man in leather circled her, a sinister curl to his lips.  Aubrey was new to the scene, but she had to follow what her body craved, bringing her to ‘Carnal Sins’ on this night.  Coming to a stop behind her, Aubrey held her breath as he pulled her hair from the nape of her neck, placing a firm kiss in its wake.  Goose bumps bloomed over her entire form as he leaned in close to her ear, his voice laced with steel.

“You will call me Master Jay,” he trailed a finger down her shoulder making her shiver, “Tonight I own you, mind body and soul. Your orgasm belongs to me. Understood, Pet?”

Aubrey swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes Master Jay.”

“Good girl. Your safe word is chrome. You say it, we stop, no questions asked. Understood?”

“Chrome. Yes Master Jay.” Her voice was a raspy whisper.

She sucked in a breath as her arms were pulled behind her, and cold steel cuffs clicked into place around her wrists.  She felt no fear… she needed this. Her body was burning from the inside out, and the heat from his body at her back had her wetter than she had ever been before. She wanted to please this man. Wanted to feel the sweet pain she knew he could bestow upon her.  There was no warning before he had a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly.  She sucked in a breath and whimpered at the pin pricks of sensation that shot straight to her core.

Licking up the side of her neck, he growled low.  “You play this right and you just might get my big cock in your little pussy. Understand, Pet?”

Wetting her parched lips, she again nodded.  “Yes Master Jay.”

He chuckled, the sound like a sensory caress to her most intimate parts.  “Good girl.  Bend over the table, and spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you get for me while I turn your ass a nice shade of red.”

Aubrey bit back a moan as his hands stroked up her belly to cup her bare breasts, pinching her nipples firmly.  “Yes Master Jay.”

He stopped her from moving and she held her breath as his big hand squeezed around her upper arm.  “Hmm… these need decoration.”

She creased her brow in confusion, and then comprehended as her nipple blazed with the hard pinch of a clamp.  Biting her lip to fight the yell that threatened to break free, she waited as the other nipple was treated to the same attention, her body trembling.

“Now.  Bend over, Pet, spread wide for your master.”

Taking position, bent over the vinyl topped table, she closed her eyes and widened her stance, very aware of the heated gaze on her wet folds.  She was already so fucking turned on she could barely breathe, and he hadn’t even started. Stepping up behind her, he kicked her legs farther apart, and placed his hand in a firm grip on her hip.

“You will count them, to ten. You mess up, we start again. Understood?”

Before she could acknowledge his question, the riding crop lashed across her ass with a sharp sting.  Her mouth fell open, eyes went wide, and it took a moment to find her voice.

“One Sir.”

Another slap blazed across her sensitive flesh and she cried out.

“Two Sir.”  She was panting hard.

Closing her eyes, she savored the sting of the tool he used to inflict the sensuous torture to her ass.  Never before had she come from spanking alone, but she could feel it building with each lash, coiling tight in her belly.

On lash seven, she panted out her count, and whimpered when his thick fingers slid through her wet pussy lips, pushing deep inside her heat.  “Mmmm. You’re dripping for me, Pet. Three more and I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand up.” 

His fingers continued to slide in and out of her as he administered eight and nine.  Her core clenched on his fingers as she fought the orgasm building like wild fire within her womb.  Her head was pulled back once more as he continued to fuck her with slow strokes of his fingers.

“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission, I mean it.”  He hissed the words through clenched teeth.

Barely able to conger the words needed, she nodded and acknowledged him, her voice barely audible. What she wanted to do, was beg him to fuck her, to let her cum and end the sweet torture, but she knew she needed to remain quiet so as to not disappoint.

The last slap burned across her flesh.

“Ten Sir.” The words were a spoken ragged moan.

With her eyes squeezed shut, panting against the searing heat of her ass, she heard the clatter of the crop being tossed aside, and then the crinkle of a foil wrapper being ripped open behind her. Oh God… finally. Feeling the blunt tip of his cock stroke up and down her pussy, she groaned and fought the urge to push back, to impale herself on him.

Gripping her hips firmly, he thrust inside in one swift move, burying himself to the hilt.  She cried out at the sheer pleasure of his big cock stretching her to the point of pain.  Holding her in a bruising grip, he moved… pounding into her, each thrust jerking the clamps squeezing her nipples.  The pleasure was blinding as he fucked her.  A hard slap to her ass made her gasp and she heard him chuckle behind her.

“That’s it, baby… take all of it.  You like my big dick fucking you don’t you.”

She whimpered.  “Yes Master… Jay!”

One hand fisted in her hair, the other landing blow after blow to her ass, she was near the edge when he said those beautiful words she’d been waiting to hear.

“Cum for me, Pet, cum hard.”

Her world shattered into a billion brightly colored pieces as her release washed over her, her body bucking against the table as he fucked her hard.  She screamed and rode out the orgasm until she was sobbing with relief.  Master Jay grunted behind her, and she knew he too had found release, and she smiled.  She would be back for another visit. No doubt about that.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Stripped Bare by Cristin Storm - 08/08/12

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

Darius knew the moment Mikayla entered his club, The Zone.   His whole body became alert, senses coming alive.  Instantly aroused, and wanting this quiet beauty unlike any other submissive before.  For six months he has watched her.  For those six months, she has watched, talked, but never participated, and delicately refused every Dom who has invited her to play.

She wants to play, but she has an innate quality, or an air about her that reveals her shyness, and her beauty.  She is a natural born submissive, a beautiful girl, but all she has done is watch; until tonight.

Tonight, she would play.  Tonight, she would be watched.  He refused to take no for an answer.  Maybe it was the fact that he knew she hadn’t been ready.  Tonight, everything  has changed. 

He followed her, as she made her way around the main play area.  He noticed how she caressed the St. Andrews Cross, the various Spanking Benches.  But, what made him stop cold was the way she caressed the floggers, the canes, and the look of longing that shined in her eyes.

Yes would be her answer.

Mikayla felt His eyes on her.  Her very flesh heated in anticipation, longing, and desire.  She was always aware of Darius.  The way his muscles rippled when he was deep into a scene, the way his eyes lighted up in laughter, and in arousal.  The way he wielded the crop, always had her nipples at attention, and her pussy clenching in need.

Tonight, she was prepared to enter her darkest fantasies.  Tonight, her answer would be yes.  Reality was bound to be much better.  Darius, he alone was the one who could show her the pleasures she seeks, only Darius. 

An hour has passed, and his cock was tired of the wait.  It was a game that only the two of them were aware of.  He was waiting no more.

Mikayla was standing by the main scene area, too enrapt at the scene before her.  A submissive, tied to the St. Andrews Cross, being worked over by his Mistress.  His whole body was flushed, his cock straining, begging for the release that she would give him.  But, it was the look in his eyes that held Mikayla’s attention.  Bliss.  Oh, how she longed for that.  Just once, be able to let all her stress and worries flee.  Just once, she wanted a taste of the dark passion she has watched.

As Darius approached Mikayla, he watched her as she took in the scene before her.  She was beautiful, and seeking that same desire Mistress Corrine was placing on her submissive.  Mine.  Darius thought, as he drew closer to her.  Startled by his thoughts, he continued closer until he could wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his body.  He was more than ready to have her to himself; more than ready to break her down and watch her be born again, beautiful she would be.

She stopped shuffling her feet as soon as his arms surrounded her.  She stiffened, but it was a brief reaction, then she melted into his body.

“Come.”  Darius spoke into her ear.

Mikayla took a deep breath, knowing who was holding her.  “Yes”, was barely a whisper, but he heard, and tucked her into his side as he ushered her away. 

Mikayla let Darius lead her into a private room.  Her pulse began to skyrocket, but it wasn’t from fear.  Just being near Him was all it took.  She was elated, excited and more than ready to experience what he had to offer. 

“You are finally ready.”  Darius spoke.  It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.  Months of observation, and arousal, and he knew the truth.  She was ready.

“Yes.”  Mikayla had to look into his face.  Strong, chiseled features, blue eyes almost the color of sapphire.  He was as aroused as her.  Her body flushed under his perusal.  She felt like he was almost inspecting her, gauging her reaction to their surroundings, and what was to come.

Her nipples tightened to an unbearable heightened state.  Beneath the corset, she hummed with pleasure as she tried to take slow, steady breaths.  She only hoped Darius would appreciate what she wore underneath her miniscule amount of clothing. 

Darius was in pain, plain and simple.  How had he let this little sprite of a woman get under his skin and they hadn’t even really touched; explored what each had to offer?  His cock ached as he fought for his control.  She was not helping with his control at all.  Even standing there, the innocence she exuded was an aphrodisiac in itself.  Enough.  Now, he would begin, now he would see what she would be willing to offer.

“Come here.”   Darius commanded of Mikayla.  This is where he needed his control the most.  Get it together man, control.

Mikayla looked into his eyes as he spoke.  She slowly walked to where he stood.  Each step had her body heating.  He was almost a foot taller than her 5’4”.  He was built solid.  Working out for him was probably more for pleasure, than necessity.  It showed.  She dared a glance lower, and saw the outline of his cock through the denim of his jeans.  Her mouth watering, and her pussy clenched in need.  It was more than enough to satisfy all her dark fantasies, and more so, her ultimate desires.

“Strip, Mikayla.”

She stared, taken back by the quickness of his command.  He still held the crop in his hands, teasing it, like he was soon to tease her.

“Don’t fear me, beautiful.”  Darius noticed her slight hesitation at his command.  He would not allow her to think too long, nor would he allow her to Top from the bottom.  All or nothing that is how he would be.  “I won’t be so patient if I have to ask you again.”  He smiled a pure devilish grin.

“Yes, Da-“

“Master.”  He spoke quickly.  He has never asked another submissive before to call him that, but with her, it felt right.  It was right.  He wanted to be worthy of that name to her.  Prided himself on his control, and his ability to break even the most seasoned submissive into a work of beauty. 

“Yes, Master.”  Mikayla blushed as she began to follow his order.  She removed her micro-mini skirt, and her corset.  She was careful in her moves, wanting to draw out the moment.  How she dressed was for him, only him. 

She wore her lace, crotchless stockings, and a leather shelf bra the held her large breasts up, but keeping them entirely exposed.  She waxed her pussy just for him.  Loving the sensation her bare skin brought to her own touch, and now, to his.

Holy shit, this woman will be the death of me.  Darius was taken back, stunned at her natural beauty, lush curves, heavy, full breasts and her beautifully waxed pussy.  He walked around her, and pulled her tightly to him.  Her back to his chest, knowing the wool of his sweater would heighten her sense of touch even more.  He gently ran the crop over her body, watching as goose flesh arose in its wake.

Now, he thought.  He pulled the crop tightly across her nipples, as the curtains began to part.  Now, his beauty would see what she does to him through the eyes of the patrons in his club.  For tonight, she was his, and she was stripped bare.

Mikayla gasped as she saw the crowd on the other side of the glass. 

“Are you ready, beautiful?”

“Yes Master, please.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: He Waits For You In The Basement by Andrew Troy Keller - 07/30/2012

August's An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest

It was on a rainy Thursday afternoon when a beautiful woman with dark hair stepped into the house of Jeremiah and Barbara Corday, took off her coat and said, "Hello? Are you still here, Jerry? I just got home! A good thing, too! All that rain pouring down caused traffic on one street to be a real bitch!"


That was before Barbara walked into the living room and saw a note on the coffee table which said, "He waits for you in the basement! Get yourself naked and haul your ass downstairs now!"

And when she saw that the basement door was open and the light was on, Barbara took a deep breath and said to herself, "There is no need to be afraid, Barbara! Just remember that you are doing it to save your marriage!"

Then, after she took off her clothes, Barbara walked slowly down the stairs and into the basement.

"I am here! Just as you have requested! What is your wish, my master?", asked Barbara while she was looking around the room to see whoever was there with her.

That was before a mysterious voice answered, "You are to put on the handcuffs right now, Bitch!"

"Yes, Master!", said Barbara while she was slapping a pair of handcuffs on each wrist.

After she had done that, a large male stranger walked up from behind, took a hold of the handcuff chain and hung those cuffs with Barbara still attached to them on a hook that had recently been nailed to a wooden beam in the ceiling.

Then,he picked up a riding crop and rubbed it against her tits while whispering in her ear, "You are enjoying this! Are you, Bitch?""Yes, Master! I really am enjoying it! I am enjoying it so much!", said Barbara before her mysterious master was jerking off while rubbing the riding crop on her soaking wet pussy.

And after he let out a laugh and said, "Ah, yes!You most certainly are enjoying it! I could tell how moist your snatch has become! And yet, you still are a very naughty girl who needs to be punished! Are you?", Barbara closed her eyes and answered, "Yes, Master! Punish me! I really do need to be punished! Please, Master! Punish me!"

That made her master pull the riding crop quickly across her soaked cunt and start smashing it on her ass nine times before he tossed it aside, placed his thumb inside her mouth and said, "Your punishment has only begun, Bitch! Now suck my thumb! Suck it while I fuck you in the ass!"

And while she was sucking on his thumb as he had requested, the master started shoving his large dick into her asshole with his other hand on her huge tits.

And in spite of the fact that it was causing her to feel such great pain, Barbara was unable to forget that she was also enjoying it.

And after he pulled his thumb out of her mouth and turned her around, Barbara was finally allowed to gaze upon her master and notice that he actually was a handsome stud with short dark hair.

That was before he laid his hands on her ass and began slamming his huge cock straight into her wet pussy.

And while he was doing that, the hook began to weaken.

And it kept on weakening until it finally broke off the wooden beam and force Barbara to nearly fall down to the floor.

That was when her master kneeled down and started sucking her large breasts.

And it was maybe two or three hours later that both the master and his willing servant had finally let loose a huge tsunami of cum and stopped to catch their breath.

"Say, Jerry? Could you please do me a favor and get these handcuffs off of me? Our guests will be here soon and I need to get the house ready.", said Barbara before her master who was also her husband smacked his hand on his forehead and said, "Ah, shit! I almost forgot about the party we are throwing for Norm and Cloris MacDonald tonight!"

And after he got the handcuffs off her wrists, both Jerry and Barbara got themselves out of the basement and cleaned up almost every room together before she went into the bathroom to get herself cleaned up.

After he got the other rooms clean and spotless, Jerry looked at the clock on a wall in the kitchen and said to himself, "Shit! I hope Barbara is done in the bathroom! I need to take a shower myself!"

But as soon as he went up the stairs and stepped into the bathroom, Jerry saw his wife fingering herself in the shower which made him jerk off one more time before he stepped inside and started touching all over her body.

"Please, Jerry. Not now. Our guests...!", said Barbara before Jerry turned her around and said, "Our guests are not here yet. Besides, it is only going to be a quickie."

And sure enough, they took less time fucking their brains out in the shower than they had in the basement.

And it was a good thing because after that shower, they were able to get themselves dressed and the food ready before the guests arrived.

One by one, the other folks in the neighborhood welcomed their new neighbors with open arms.

That was before a blond maiden walked over to the hosts with a big smile on her face and said, "Hi. You must be Jerry and Barbara Corday. I really am so glad to meet you. Norm told me that you guys were having marital problems. But it looks like you already took care of them. You guys must have done something to do that."

And after the hosts looked and smiled at each other, Barbara had let out a sigh and said, "Trust me, Cloris. You have no idea how right you are about that. Want some chips and dip?"

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Jedra by Adrianna Vincent - 07/19/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Entry: August 2012

“Mr. Valcompt, A.I. International has been in business for 35 years, and I can assure you that in all that time we’ve not had one dissatisfied customer. Our models are exquisite.”

“I understand that, but what I want to know is, has anyone ever been able to tell?”

“Tell?”

“Yes tell, I mean, I’m in a very high profile career and the last thing I want is to be exposed or made a fool of in the eyes of my colleagues.”

“Highly unlikely sir. There are ways to find out, but it would require intimate scrutiny and extensive research on the part of a very suspicious person. No, our handlers have taken great care to ensure complete legitimacy on the part of our models, so there would be no reason for suspicion in the first place. Please Mr. Valcompt, try to relax. Everything is going to work out perfectly, you’ll see.”

But Gregg worried. The last thing he wanted was to be discovered. After all, it’s not like he couldn’t attract women. On the contrary. His problem was the quality of the women he attracted. He was sick and tired of the liars, cheaters, back-stabbers and gold-diggers he always seemed to wind up with. He wanted a woman who was going to be fun, loyal and faithful, as well as one who would be game for what he was into sexually. A.I. International had all kinds of models and seemed like the perfect solution.

The one he chose was exactly that: perfect in every way. And when he met her he was nearly knocked over by her beauty – the photos didn’t do her justice. She was, in a word, outstanding. Granted, they had only just met yesterday, but already he could tell that she was beyond extraordinary, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman. But that was exactly why he worried: was she too perfect?

“Jedra? Sweetie, come here.”

“A moment darling! Just checking on the roast!”

Darling? That was a problem. She sounded like a fucking Stepford wife! It could be because she came from Croatia; a little cultural quirk, but Jesus, everyone was gonna know something was up if she kept talking like that. Well not to worry, he had plenty of time to fix that later.

Right now, he wanted to see how she handled him sexually.

He listened to her finishing up in the kitchen, and then watched as she entered the study, radiant and happy as a lark to see him. Christ, she was sexy, and he immediately began to get hard as she came and sat in his lap at the desk.

“What can I do for you, darling? Would you like a drink before dinner?”

“No thanks,” he said, sliding his hand up her thigh and under her short black pleated skirt, “Submission is what I’d like.”

“Oh, of course. Here?”

“Yes, here. Stand up and take your clothes off.”

Without question, she did as she was told, and stood before him in nothing but black pumps, a leather push-up, and a leather crotchless harness with black stockings. That harness might come in handy some day – Gregg had often wondered what it would be like to suck a nice big cock. He realized now that having Jedra would mean he could explore nearly every fantasy he’d ever had, without feeling self-conscious, worrying about losing her, or falling victim to hateful gossip. After all, he owned her.

“Beautiful.” Gregg ran his hands over her flawless ivory skin. How he wanted her, wanted to dominate her, control her, make her scream. Although he didn’t really want the neighbours listening. He smiled as he wondered if there was a mute button. But no, it wouldn’t be as fun if he couldn’t hear her.

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“Oh,… not really?”

“You’re going to love it.”

“I’m going to love it. Yes, oh yes, hurt me!”

Damn that was hot! Oh-oh, pace yourself Gregg, or you’re gonna cum in your pants.

“Get on the floor,” he said, “on your back; play with yourself.”

Jedra laid on her back, one hand beginning to squeeze her perfect tits, the other moving in circles over the lips of her smooth pussy. She moaned and writhed, truly seeming to enjoy herself. He told her to look at him, and when she did, her eyes sparkled. Remarkable.

From the bottom drawer of his desk, he produced some silk rope and proceeded to tie her hands to a leg of the desk above her head. He was rough with her, listening to her whimper. But despite her fear she would comply, she would always comply.

As she watched, he shed his trousers. One of Gregg’s best features was the above-average size of his cock, long and thick. He stood over her and stroked it, pulled on it, waved it at her, and she licked her lips as a rush of excitement thrilled through him.

He kneeled, straddling her chest and forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. It was too easy.

“Fight me, just a little.” Immediately her throat tightened, and she squirmed and pushed at him, even gagged. Perfect.

“Suck it slave, that’s it, choke on it.” Gregg’s head fell back and his eyes closed, as his very own goddess sucked his dick like an expert.

He looked down at her again, watching her chest heave as she fought for the air that she didn’t really need. She even drooled out of the corners of her mouth as she serviced him.

He reached back and played with her puckered nipples, pinching and flicking, “Fuck you’ve got nice tits,” he said, giving one of them a slap to feel it jiggle, “nice, big tits.”

Continuing to suck him, she reached around and pulled his ass cheeks apart, questing for his asshole, tapping it, caressing it in circles. Gregg’s breathing quickened, “Mmm, Jedra – you are a sexy little thing aren’t you?”

She managed a muffled ‘mm-hm’ as she continued to play with his ass. She slowly slid a finger inside and he moaned, feeling his pulse race. Christ, she was good!

Pulling his dick out of her mouth, he quickly untied her and pulled her up from the floor, “Wait here,” he told her, as she stood like a statue, her head down, waiting for further instructions.

Retrieving a riding crop from the hall closet, Gregg returned and moved in behind her. He whacked the crop against her supple ass, and she jumped. He wrapped it around her chest and pulled back, causing her erect nipples to disappear into the soft pillows of flesh beneath them. He kicked her legs apart, and shoved the crop between them, sliding it backward between her pussy lips and up the crack of her ass.

Her head was still down, and he grabbed her shiny auburn hair and pulled it back, whispering to her that she was his, that she would always be his, that he could do anything to her that he wanted, and she would love it and beg for more. She nodded, trembling and he felt another rush of excitement and need.

His cocked pressed into her, poked and prodded, sliding between her legs along her slit, feeling her very realistic juices flood around it. He could even smell her. No longer able to stand it, he threw the crop aside, pushed her roughly forward over the desk and mounted her, immediately fucking her hard and fast, occasionally slapping her ass.

“Scream for me, you little bitch!” he commanded, and she did, her performance flawless. He yanked his cock from her and shoved it up her perfect willing ass, as she grunted with what sounded like pain. After a few strokes, he pulled out and fucked her pussy once more, really slamming into her as she struggled for purchase on the edges of the desk, paperwork and other items scattering everywhere. He enjoyed laying on the hurt a little, and it was hard to find a woman who was willing to put up with it, or who was even any good at faking it, let alone one who liked it.

She screamed again, and the sound was like an aphrodisiac flowing through his veins. His orgasm was suddenly right there, too close to control damn it, but he was determined to see hers first, “Cum Jedra! Cum for me! Now!”

She opened her mouth, issuing a veritable battle cry of lust, and her body began to shake, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing his own orgasm from him in the process. The two of them moaned and groaned and panted, their juices mixing together and dripping down the insides of her thighs.

Holy shit! He couldn’t believe how fast that was, but then, it had been a long time since he’d had sex, and he’d never been able to let go like that before, had never felt so powerful and alive.

Jedra was continuing to roll her hips in a slow fuck, milking every drop from him, and he decided to test her, “Did I please you, baby?”

“Oh yes, Gregg. That was amazing. I love it when you’re rough and forceful.”

Okay, the Submission program was a keeper. He’d play around with it a bit, trying different things, seeing how she reacted, making adjustments.

Next would be Program Three: Dirty Slut. That was gonna be fun. Then Program Four: Exotic Dancer. All in all there were fifteen programs, such as Drunk Ex-Girlfriend, Naughty Secretary, Horny Teacher, Mistress Jedra - each more exciting than the last. Cybernetics had certainly come a long way in the last few decades.

As for Gregg’s concerns about Jedra being ‘too perfect’, well fuck it. He no longer cared. This was way too much fun, and he was glad he’d chosen the Sex Slave model from A.I.’s long line of Companions. (Why any man would choose anything but the Sex Slave model, he didn’t know.) And, he could easily tweak her programming, making her more realistic and seemingly less perfect, when he wished her to appear that way.

He turned his attention to Jedra, still beneath him. His cock was softening, and he pulled it from her listening to her gasp. He helped her up and turned her toward him, giving her a deep, sweet kiss. Again, everything about it was perfect, and she seemed to melt beneath his touch. He wondered if anyone had ever fallen in love with an A.I. Companion.

The program now complete, Jedra gazed into his eyes, “Was that not everything you dreamed of, darling?”

“Yes, it was. But Jedra sweetie, don’t call me ‘darling’ anymore, okay? It sounds too old fashioned.”

She smiled at him, and then looked shocked as her main programming resumed, “Oh my goodness!  The roast!” She quickly gathered up her clothes and put them on as she made her way to the door of the study and out into the hall. Gregg began to pick up his own clothes, and then paused, deciding to try something.

“Jedra?”

Her voice came down the hall from the kitchen, “Yes, my love?”

He laughed and shook his head. It would seem she needed an upgrade in her vocabulary  regarding terms of endearment. And maybe he’d teach her casual swearing as well, to add a little authenticity to her programming.

“Never mind, we’ll talk about it after dinner.” He smiled and added, “Then we’ll fuck some more.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Thursday Afternoon by Naomi Shaw - 06/30/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: June Entry

“Ahoy there!” The voice came from one of the boats moored up on the lake.


“Ahoy.” Drew waved and called back to the man on his boat. He had no idea of his name, but usually saw him there on a Thursday afternoon. Drew always spent his afternoon off at the lake. Always being keen on boats, he longed for a time that he could have his own.

“I’ve seen you here often; do you want to come aboard?”

Drew did not wait for a second invitation. “Thanks.” He quickly climbed aboard and introduced himself. “I’m Drew. I like to spend my afternoons off here. I often see you.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on a few occasions too. I’m Andy, and every chance I get I’m down here. Hey, I’m going to take her out in a few minutes, fancy a sail?”

“Wonderful. Hey, let me help you with that.”

Andy grabbed hold of the heavy rope that tethered the boat and began unwinding from the pole to set the boat free. Drew helped him. The rope felt rough and heavy. Occasionally, their hands touched, and tingles went through him. A flush rose in his cheeks, and he wondered whether Andy realised a lot of the time he visited the lake was in the hopes of seeing him.

Andy turned and gave Drew a soft smile. Almost coy, with a look that told Drew, don’t worry, I know.

Neither wore shirts and the June sun shone down hot on their bodies.

“We chose a good day for a sail,” Andy commented. “Once we’ve got going we can do some sunbathing.”

“That sounds good to me.” Both men took off their shoes.

Drew’s eyes travelled the length of Andy’s tanned torso.

He admired the taut muscles and imagined himself slowly stroking them. Then his eyes rested further down Andy’s body on his crotch. The jeans were very tight, and he noticed the outline of his cock that seemed to grow as he watched.

Suddenly Andy met his gaze. “Admiring the goods are you?” he laughed. “Come here.”

Drew moved closer to him at the edge of the deck, but tripped and almost fell. Andy caught hold of him. Drew grabbed hold of his shoulders, almost sending Andy overboard. Both laughed for a minute, and then an awkward hush fell between them.

Andy grazed his fingertips down the muscled contours of Drew’s back, and Drew kissed him softly on the lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” Drew blushed, embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be,” Andy reassured him. “I always watch out for you too.” He took Drew’s face between his hands and kissed him again, this time pushing his tongue between Drew’s lips and tasting the inside of his mouth. He twirled his tongue around Drew’s who moaned in approval.

After what seemed an eternity, the two came up for air. Drew put his arms around Andy and they rolled onto the deck. Andy took Drew’s hand placing it on the hardness that tried to break free of his tight jeans.

“Feel this,” he said. “This is the effect you have on me.”

“Funny, I seem to have the same problem.”

Drew ran his hand over Andy’s hard lump, gently fondling it. The more he rubbed, the harder his own cock got. He quickly unzipped himself and lifted his cock.

“Seems like my beast needs some air,” he said to Andy, who immediately put his hand down and wound his fingers around the throbbing arousal.

With his other hand, Andy freed his own hardness. He kissed Drew again. “I’m so glad you were here this afternoon. I hoped you would be around.” He laid his head on Drew’s chest and flicked his tongue out. Sensually, he drew circles around Drew’s nipples and nibbled on them.

“You taste lovely. I want to taste more of you.” He slid down Drew’s body and lifted his hardness. Slowly teasing the length of the shaft, his tongue wound around Drew’s cock and took the head between his lips.

Drew groaned. His body twisted, his eyelids fluttered and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Andy pulled back for a moment and glanced up at Drew’s contorted face. He ran a finger gently along the dark vein on the underside of his pulsing cock. A dewdrop of precum appeared on the purple helmet, which he gathered up with his forefinger. He made sure Drew watched him suck his finger very slowly.

“Mmmm.”

He took the whole of Drew’s cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Then reached up and grasped hold of Drew’s hands. He bobbed faster and built up a rhythm sucking Drew.

Drew twisted and arched his body. He groaned and panted, “Yes, yes, more, more.”

Andy grunted with his mouth full of cock. His bobbing increased. He almost gagged as he took it to the back of his throat.

Shivers ran through Drew at an alarming rate, tingles reaching every point in his body from fingertips to toes. Sweat ran down his body. Suddenly he cried out, “I’m gonna cum!”

His cock swelled, and he cried out as thick, briny cum shot down Andy’s throat.

“Oh, Babe, yes” Andy let the liquid slide down and smacked his lips. “Let me give you something in return.” He sat up and pulled Drew’s jeans and shorts down. “Turn over, Babe.”

Drew turned onto his stomach, and Andy sat astride him and fondled his butt. “You have a great body,” he said.

Andy gently separated the cheeks and ran the tip of his tongue in between. He followed through with a finger and touched the puckered, dark hole that he so desired. He pushed the tip of a finger just inside the dark warmth, and turned it slightly.

The nerve endings between Drew’s cheeks stood to attention and tingles travelled down his spine. He went up on all fours, and Andy pushed in further.

“Hurry up and fuck me,” he yelled. He reached down to his cock and coaxed it into renewed hardness.

“Your wish is my command.” Andy got on his knees, moved closer to Drew, parted his cheeks and sank into the darkness. He started to build up a rhythm, slowly at first and then rode him faster, sweat running down him.

“Give it to me!”

“You betcha,” panted Andy in a frenzy, his balls slapping against Drew. Suddenly he felt them tighten and grabbed hold of Drew. He lay on top of his back and filled Drew with his thick cum. He kissed the back of Drew’s neck and said, “Promise you’ll be here next Thursday afternoon.”

“Every Thursday afternoon.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Never Wanna Leave by Adrianna Vincent - 05/25/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: June 2012 Entry

Justin and Craig had been friends for almost two years. They’d hit it off immediately upon meeting at D.E. Graphics, where they both worked, Justin as VP of Finance, Craig as the new hot shot IT expert. The CEO Bradford Landry, had brought Craig to Justin’s office to meet him the day he’d been hired, veritably stolen away from a prominent company in Vancouver.

“Amazing office,” Craig said admiringly, shaking Justin’s hand. The room was bright and spacious, with lots of full length windows and a glass desk, a table with four chairs in the corner near the windows, and more casual seating in the opposite corner with a black leather sofa, coffee table and two armchairs. Aside from a large clear blue-white bowl on the table and one large panorama style black and white framed landscape photo, the only pieces of art were 3 strategically placed granite sculptures. There was a large floor to ceiling black bookcase beside the door, and a matching fully stocked bar on the other side.

“Thanks,” Justin said, trying not to drool on himself. Craig was the hottest computer geek he’d ever laid eyes on, tall and fit, with short dark brown hair, blue eyes and a face that was leading-man material. Justin tried not to stare too much, “Feel free to visit anytime.”

Looking around, Craig chuckled, “Damn, man. I’ll take you up on that. But what if I never wanna leave?”

“No problem,” Justin grinned, “it’s a big office.”

From that point on, they had been nearly inseparable, taking lunches together, sharing drinks after work, hanging out on weekends, as if they’d known each other all their lives.

At first, Justin was unsure how to tell Craig he was gay, afraid it would ruin their friendship. But Craig accepted the news as easily as if Justin had confessed to dying his hair, playing the accordion, or wearing Spiderman pajamas.

Now though, Justin had a more serious problem. Initially, the attraction had been easy to ignore. But lately, it was far more difficult. He was really falling for him, and to make matters worse, he thought he was getting signals from Craig in return, which was confusing as hell. After all, Craig was just about as hetero as hetero could get.

One particular day, they were on Craig’s boat, a 2012 Boston Whaler 170, adrift on the water, having a beer and enjoying the sun. Although the ease with which they interacted was the same, the sexual tension seemed to hang thick in the air, making Justin feel like he could hardly breathe.

And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed between them forever.

Craig snarled, a trickle of sweat snaking its way down his spine, “Yeah, that’s it, fight me! Make it worth my while!”

“Careful, not so hard!”

“You fucking little bitch!”

“Craig, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Fuck that.”

“You’re being too rough!”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you…”

“Dammit, J! I know how to handle my own pole!” Craig snapped.

Justin raised his eyebrows, his hands on his hips, “Do you?”

“Been doing it for years,” Craig said, irritated.

Justin smirked, “Been ‘doing it’ for years, huh?”

“Jesus!”

“Handling your pole...”

“Come on, you mother-fucker!”

“Playing with your rod…”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing J,” Craig said between breaths as he pulled back on the line, “making everything” (grunt, groan) “sound dirty” (pant, curse) “at my expense.”

Suddenly there was a SNAP! as the line broke, and Craig stumbled backward, “Shit!”

The two of them stood there as the vast silence of the lake took over, and when Craig turned around, his look of shock was so comical that Justin couldn’t help it. One snort escaped, then another and another, despite Craig’s resulting scowl.

“Sorry buddy,” Justin said, still snickering as he sat down, “guess you need more practice ‘handling your pole’,” he said, making quotation marks in the air. He grinned, and laced his fingers behind his head, his biceps flexing, “Or you could always try handling mine.”

Craig groaned and ran a hand down his face in mock frustration, “Asshole.” He studied Justin, who was a very good-looking guy, with slightly wavy dark hair, coppery-brown eyes, a tight taut body and one helluva dazzling smile. He hated to admit it, but that sexy smile of his had been getting to him lately, and for the first time in his entire life, he was actually attracted to another guy. In fact, he was more than attracted, and despite his best efforts to ignore it, he was starting to have feelings for Justin. And it was obvious Justin had feelings for him too.

But Craig was straight, and this change in his sexuality wasn’t easy to deal with. What did it mean? Was he bisexual? Or was he in danger of hopping the fence entirely and switching teams?

“I may be an asshole,” Justin was saying happily, “but you - you’re delusional, thinking you’re God’s gift to fishing or something. I told you to use a stronger test. But did you listen? No, and now you’ve lost the biggest rainbow we’ve seen out here all summer. Way to go, hot shot.”

Craig’s heart pounded. For some reason, when Justin got like this, smugly berating him, making fun, it kinda turned him on. “Listen vassal, I’m Captain of this Ship, and I’m ordering you to shut your hole and cease any further insubordinate comments.”

“Ship? Vassal?” Justin leaned forward and spoke as he would to a small child, “Are you a pirate today, Craig?”

“Fuuuuck,” Craig said, annoyed and yet slightly amused.

“Tourette Syndrome too.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh-oh, there you go again. Have you taken your meds today, Craigy-boy?”

“That’s it.” Craig threw his rod aside and advanced on Justin. He attacked, wrapping his hands around his throat and cackling with glee as he pushed Justin back against the boat and pretended to choke him.

Justin played along and said in a strangled voice, “Ack! Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything to avoid a cold watery grave!”

“Anything?” Craig asked in his best sinister evil-villain voice. He looked down into Justin’s handsome face, and just that fast a powerful ripple of desire caused the fine hairs to stand up on his body. His smile quickly faded as he became overwhelmed by the heat that spread through him, and he began to pull away.

But Justin had seen the truth, and he quickly reached up and grabbed the back of Craig’s neck, “No. Don’t stop,” he whispered.

Craig’s breathing was coming faster, his chest heaving. Fuck he was turned on! He could feel his jeans getting tighter and knew he was reaching a point of no return.

“I know I’m not the only one feeling this,” Justin continued, holding Craig’s eyes with his own, refusing to let go. “There’s something happening between us. Isn’t there?”

“I… don’t know, J.”

“I do. Am I imagining this?” Justin asked, reaching down between them, feeling the growing hardness of them both.

Craig responded with a low moan.

“You do want me,” Justin said, pressing his crotch upward, his cock demanding attention, “don’t you?”

“Yes,” Craig breathed, his resolve gone. He allowed Justin to pull him closer, offering only slight resistance before their lips met, their tongues melting together. It was better than he’d imagined, and he pressed his body forward, his strong arms finding their way around Justin’s lower back, and down to his tight ass.

Breaking their kiss, he growled, and buried his face into the nape of Justin’s neck, feeling the strong pulse beneath his lips, “Fuck, I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about you so much lately, about being with you, fucking you. Can hardly think about anything else.”

Kissing again, they shifted, getting into a more comfortable position on the bench seat that spanned the back of the boat, which rocked with their movements as their need mounted. Justin’s hands moved over Craig’s muscular back and shoulders, which were hot from the sun. God, he felt good! He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock and pulled Craig into him, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Craig was becoming desperate in his excitement, and he reached down to undo his own pants, maneuvering them down enough to take them both into his hand, hearing Justin gasp as their cocks rubbed together. He began slowly thrusting, squeezing, allowing them to slide against one another. Precum began to ooze from Justin and Craig stopped to swirl it around the head with his finger, then brought it to his lips to taste it.

Damn, that was sexy, and Justin wanted Craig inside him in the worst way. But they were on a boat, in broad daylight no less. Not the most comfortable or private place for their first time together.

As if reading his mind Craig panted, “Your place or mine?” Still humping his body, he bent forward and began licking Justin’s neck, causing him to make wild heavy purring sounds deep in his chest.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Justin said. “Just, please don’t back out on me.”

“It’s way too late for that,” Craig rumbled, chewing on Justin’s ear, breathing hard. “I want you, fuck I want you bad.”

“Mmm,” Justin sighed, “You’ve got me.”

“That’s good; not sure I could live without you anymore,” Craig said, reaching up to Justin’s throat, kissing him deeply. He slid his other hand down between them, and took Justin into his hand again. “I have to taste you,” he said, “now.”

“I thought we weren’t going to do it here!” Justin reminded him as Craig moved down his body. “Craig – someone might see!” and then his breath hitched as Craig licked his cock from base to head.

“Mmm,” Craig said, “fuck…” He sucked Justin into his mouth and began slowly fucking him with it, his tongue swirling around the head on each up-stroke.

“Oh my God,” Justin breathed out, hardly able to believe how perfect it was. “Craig, uh…” he trailed off, beginning to move his hips, his heart skipping when Craig looked up, meeting his eyes.

Now beyond caring where they were, Justin reached out and placed his hands on Craig’s head, his eyes wide, stunned by what was happening. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, “Yeah buddy, that’s it, suck it.”

Craig moaned, pumping his head faster.

Justin was breathing harder, and in seconds he was ready, “I’m gonna cum!” he warned Craig. He placed his hands on either side of himself, lifting his ass up off the cushions, thrusting his crotch upwards, fucking Craig’s mouth deeper. Craig continued to moan encouragement, fully prepared to swallow. Within seconds, Justin wrapped his legs around his back and came, spurting into his throat.

Craig continued to slowly pump his head up and down, coaxing out the last drops, as Justin sank back down to the cushions. Then he leaned forward and slowly licked and kissed his way up Justin’s stomach and chest, finally reaching his lips. He kissed him long and hard, one hand holding the back of his head.

Justin thought he was going to faint.

After a few moments, they could hear the distant sound of a motor approaching. Craig lifted his head and looked out over the water, “We can’t stay here.”

“Where then?”

“My place,” Craig decided, sitting up a bit and slowly running his thumb along Justin’s lower lip, which was soft and warm, “I want you in my bed,” he said quietly, now moving his hand over Justin’s chest, lightly flicking one of his nipples, “and we’ve got all weekend.”

Justin’s whole body tingled, and then he remembered the day they'd met in his office at D.E. Graphics, “Damn, man. I’ll take you up on that.” He smiled, “But what if I never wanna leave?”

Craig smiled too, remembering, “No problem. It’s a big bed.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Private Services by Arianna Douglas - 04/30/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: April Edition.

They lifted the body between them, holding her upright. Duncan held her from behind, one hand under the woman’s ass, his other under her arm, and Mark gripped around her front. They laid her down in the silk folds of the walnut coffin. Everything was as she had personally requested. Duncan and Mark ran a professional funeral home, but with a very personal touch.


Even dead, Rachel Myers was breathtakingly beautiful. They had dressed her in the outfit she gave them in their final consultation, nothing but fishnet stockings and deep red lipstick. Duncan had applied the lipstick himself, taking care not to go over the edges of her smooth, cold lips. Mark had been the one to shave her cunt bare. She’d explained that the slow illness had left her too weak to tend to it.

‘Do you think her hair looks right?’ Mark asked, fussing at the dark, curly strands falling onto the woman’s shoulders.

‘She said to leave it looking natural,’ Duncan replied, whilst positioning her legs. He brought up her knees ever so slightly and moved her legs apart so that her naked pussy was fully exposed. ‘Such a shame when they’re so young,’ he sighed.

‘I know, but at least they get to go still looking good.’ Mark lightly ran his hand over Rachel Myers’ hip, tracing the edge of the tattoo that was just visible. ‘I’d rather hit the dust still looking hot.’

‘Don’t talk like that, you’re not going anywhere yet.’ Duncan reached for Mark’s hand and drew him away from the body. ‘Nowhere except upstairs with me.’

Mark leant in to kiss him. He used his lips softly, just enough to turn Duncan on and not nearly enough to satisfy him.

They quickly saw to the finishing touches around the viewing room. The lights were turned down to a soft glow and as she’d asked, vases of hyacinths were positioned on stands around the edge of the room. A box of baby wipes was left discreetly on the table.

The partners only did these touches for their specialist clients. Young men and women who knew they were dying and didn’t want their lovers to remember them only as frail and sick. Private viewings could be arranged for particularly private farewells to be made. Rachel Myers had two lovers coming to say their goodbyes. She and her boyfriends had all lived together and Duncan wondered what the men would do now she was gone.

‘You go on up, I’ll show them in when they get here,’ Mark prompted.

They lived above the business, both long accustomed to being around death. Duncan went to the bathroom, then to the bedroom and waited for Mark. Once the client’s guests, as they called them, arrived they made themselves scarce.

He’d just started to undress when Mark came in.

‘I reckon we’ve got a lively pair tonight. Already kissing each other before I’d left the room.’

Duncan smirked, ‘I bet you liked that.’ They could never be sure what these viewings would be like. Some people were overwhelmed by their grief. Others were relieved the suffering was over and used the viewing to celebrate the life they’d shared. ‘Handsome were they?’

‘One was. Tall, muscular. Think they were planning to put on a bit of a show for her.’ Mark came up behind Duncan and whispered in his ear, ‘Not as sexy as you though.’ He bit Duncan’s earlobe in the way that made him weak at the knees.

Duncan moaned with wanting; the private viewings always made him horny. Partly it was wondering what was going on downstairs, but mostly it was the reminder that he was still alive. It made him want to savour every sensation, every nerve tingling. As Mark nibbled at his neck, Duncan rubbed himself against his lover’s crotch.

‘Suck me,’ Mark ordered, his hands already spinning Duncan around and pushing him onto his knees.

‘Yes, baby,’ Duncan whimpered. This was what he needed on these nights. No thinking, just lust. He quickly opened Mark’s flies, roughly pulling out his shaft. Duncan thrust out his tongue, licking at Mark’s balls, overwhelmed by the taste and smell of him. When he wrapped his lips around Mark’s thick dick all Duncan could think about was the strain and the salty taste of pre-cum. He gripped it tight, letting his teeth graze it, hearing Mark’s deep breaths in return.

Just when Duncan could tell Mark was on the edge, he was pulled roughly back by the hair.

‘Steady,’ Mark admonished, ‘I intend to have more fun with you than that.’

They tore the rest of each other’s clothes off, collapsing in a tangle of limbs on the bed. As they kissed and ground against each other, sounds from downstairs drifted up. Low moans escaped from unseen lips, deep and throaty and getting louder. Mark had been right, it sounded like Rachel Myers’ lovers were giving her a final curtain call to remember them by. Hearing the two other men made Duncan even hornier. As he and Mark rough and tumbled it felt like they were sharing the moment with them. They too were alive and yearning. When a steady banging started downstairs, Duncan groaned with the hidden lovers.

‘Now, take me now.’

Mark grunted in response, turning Duncan over and sliding a pillow under his hips. Kneeling behind him, Mark gently parted Duncan’s cheeks and slowly, ever so slowly, he licked from Duncan’s balls up the crack of his ass, briefly flicking at his asshole before travelling back down. Again and again, until Duncan was squirming and bucking with need. Finally, Mark pushed a finger inside the tight bud, moving it in a circular motion which drove Duncan crazy.

As the noises from downstairs intensified, Mark held the tip of his dick against Duncan’s hole before at long last powering in. Duncan moved his hips with Mark’s thrusts, finding that they were in unison with the thuds still coming from below. Duncan’s head swam from the sensation of being filled so deeply and the thought of another two men, fucking just like this, right beneath them.

‘I’m going to cum soon,’ Mark warned him. ‘I hope you’re ready.’

These nights were always hard and fast like this, both of them feeling a desperate need for release. The friction of his shaft grinding against the pillow would have been enough, but it was the culmination of the fucking downstairs, the guttural, animal noises, which put him over the top. Duncan added his own voice to the clamour, his own spunk to the torrents that were surely spurting from the other men’s dicks. Even as he was coming, Mark worked his asshole, still pounding in and out, drawing Duncan’s ecstasy out so he had to bite the sheets.

Mark cried out, shooting his load, and fell down onto the bed beside Duncan. Suddenly, everything was silent. All sounds from the viewing room had ceased. As Duncan lay cradled in his lover’s arms he tried not to imagine the emotions the other men were experiencing right now. He held onto Mark’s hands tightly with his own, and felt a strange mix of sadness and joy.

An Erotic Pic 1k Conest: Leah's Story of Love & A True Menage A Trios by Suzzana C. Ryan - 04/22/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest April's Entry.

Leah slammed the car door and gave Larry the finger. “Asshole,” she murmured.


Larry’s idea of a date was a burger joint and a quick fuck. Three months of Larry was three months too many.

Leah wasn’t sure where she was as he pulled away. It looked like she was in the club district of town, the gay club district. She walked for a while looking for a bus or a taxi. She stopped when she saw the flashing red lights and heard the noise up ahead. It seemed there was a fight in front of one of the bars. Leah loved fights. What the hell, she thought, can’t hurt to investigate. She ran down the street her heels clicking as she went. As she neared the commotion, she hit a wall of male bodies, big burly male bodies. She almost lost her footing when one big strong arm grabbed her. Their eyes met and Leah felt the jolt of excitement as his clear blue eyes stared her down.

“What the fuck,” he murmured. His voice was deep and sexy.

Barry grabbed her to him. “Are you lost little Lady?” he asked her.

Leah had to look up to answer him. “It seems that’s the case. My boyfriend just dumped me here and took off.”

Barry moved back from the crowd of leather clad, bared chested big men and got a better look at her. He swallowed, damn she was pretty. It had been a while since he’d any reaction to a woman. The young woman before him made his cheeks burn and it felt good. He wondered what his partner Logan would think. Could she be just what the doctor ordered? He wondered, then pushed the thought from his oversexed brain. She was just a kid, maybe she was in her early twenties. He and Logan were thirty-nine and what they were looking for was a far more seasoned pussy.

Leah watched the big handsome man’s face look her over. Damn he was sexy. Leah hadn’t felt this kind of physical attraction with any man before. She smiled faintly and then widened her eyes as another gorgeous hunk of man came up behind the one holding her. Leah watched as he grabbed the big guy and slammed one open mouthed kiss on him. Boom, bang, desire rushed in on her as Leah watched both men roughly kiss. When the big one behind the other saw her, he broke away from his partner.

“Shit,” Logan said, then added. “Barry, what do we have here?”

“I’m Leah and I’m lost,” Leah said, almost tongue-tied.

A roar sounded from the crowd in front of them. “Is there a fight? I just love fights,” she said on tippy toes, trying to look over Barry’ shoulder.

Logan took in the sumptuous little blonde, and then his eyes met Barry’s questioning ones. Now she’d just seen them kiss and she seemed unfazed, Logan thought that was interesting.

Logan felt the stab of desire, this young woman was exactly the kind of female he loved to fuck. So what if he loved a hard dick up his ass, he loved going down on a soft wet pussy too. The thought aroused him, it had been ages since he and Barry had had a woman in the mix.

It had been over a year ago and that encounter had lasted hours, leaving all three of them exhausted. Now this young woman before him aroused him. She not only had his cock in an uproar but his male instincts were kicking in. She was sweet, the kind of sweet Barry and him craved. Sure, Logan loved the big son of a bitch, but they both had been talking about their need for a female. Both men knew that they were bisexual, but finding a willing woman that they both wanted wasn’t easy. Why did this young woman seem right?

Leah acted on sheer desire as she wound her arms around the big one’s neck and moved closer. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourselves? I’m Leah Matthews”

“I’m Barry Levine and this,” he said pointing to Logan. “Is Logan Williams.” Barry then let his hands run down her back cupping the cheeks of her ass.

“Oh God, you like women.” Leah said, as Barry’s hands massaged the cheeks of her ass.

Logan answered. “Yeah, and sweetheart, it seems we both like you,” Logan’s handsome face smiled at her and then he laughed, causing Leah to giggle.

“I can’t explain the attraction I feel. Both of you turn me on. I couldn’t possibly think of fucking one without the other. Moreover, that you’re a couple, that turns me on too. Sound crazy?” Leah said looking at the two of them.

“Sounds perfect. If you’re game sweetheart, you won’t be sorry. We’d never hurt you. Barry’s a cop and I’m a doctor. Our relationship is private, we just don’t think it’s anyone’s business what we do in our personal lives.” Logan explained.

Barry didn’t hear a word Logan said, he was caught up in the young woman in his arms. Damn, she smelled good and his one-track mind was making his dick hard. He knew she felt the bulge in his leather pants. She had the sexiest little grin on her pretty face as she leaned into him.

“Come home with us Leah.” Barry whispered in her ear.

Leah touched his face. He was so damn handsome, yet big and burly. He was dark haired, his chest a bit furry, yet the body beneath was hard and muscular. The taller one, named Logan, was devastatingly handsome. His blue eyes smoldered as he looked at her. She knew it was crazy, but she hadn’t been this turned on by any man in her twenty-three years.

“I’ll come home with you.” She said, biting her lower lip.

They left the streets and in twenty minutes, they were at a brownstone in Brooklyn.

“Is there someone you have to call Leah?” Barry asked, realizing she was young enough to still be living at home.

“No, there’s no one. I live with two girlfriends, we’re in and out all the time. I’ll just text them that I won’t be home. They’ll know I’m okay.”

Logan towered over her, and took her face in his hands gently. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

“Leah, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll take you home. Sweetie, it’s all in your ball park now,” he said. His blue eyes held her hazel ones and he felt his chest lurch just a bit. Damn he could get attached to her. Barry came up behind Logan touching Logan’s shoulder affectionately.

Logan grabbed her hand and he held it as they walked. She felt so right. He saw it in Barry’s face too. The big hairy bastard was smitten with Leah. Logan wanted to laugh, he really did love the big burly guy. But what about Leah? What was she feeling?

Leah answered Logan. “I’m here because I want to be here. I’m here for reasons I can’t explain. It’s a feeling and an undeniable attraction.” She said to Logan as he unlocked the door to the brownstone.

Barry took her other hand as Logan unlocked the front door. He looked down at Leah and she smiled up at him. Her smile was genuine and he meant to brush her lips with a tender kiss, but Leah thought otherwise. On her tiptoes, she met his lips and pulled his thick neck down, her mouth open and inviting. They kissed deeply. Logan pulled them into the foyer of the house and whistled low.

He left Leah and Barry in the foyer making out. He went to bathroom and ran the shower. Showers were sexy and arousing he thought and necessary. He intended not to leave any crack or crevice of Leah’s luscious body unloved. He needed Leah squeaky clean.

Barry held onto the little blonde and their tongues meshed in erotic unison, their saliva mingling, sweet and wet. Barry broke away from Leah when he heard the large shower’s water running. Damn he knew Logan too well. Barry agreed they’d need to be more than clean for what they had planned for Leah in their bed.

Barry loved Logan, but tonight his thoughts centered on the young woman in his arms. She smiled at him again, causing his chest to rent. What was it about Leah?

When Logan walked back into the foyer, Leah’s mouth dropped, he was buff naked. Her eyes roamed over his body. His skin was pale, and the hair on him dark and manly. He was tall and strongly built, and between his legs hung a cock that made Leah’s mouth water. Well, she thought he was a big man and his cock suited him to a tee. Her evil mind could only think of what that big cock of his would feel like inside of her.

Barry had to laugh Logan had no hang ups at all. The guy had a great body and didn’t think twice about walking around naked. Logan’s great gene pool kept Barry at the gym and in the best shape possible. It paid off, the sex was great and now he was sure it was going to be even better with Leah in the mix.

“Okay kiddies, into the shower then into bed. Leah, it’s been a while since I’ve had my tongue buried in some luscious pussy.” Logan said walking up to her and putting his large hand under her chin.

“Barry’s had a taste of you, how about me,” he said and lowered his head to hers.

Leah held onto Logan tight. His tongue was soft and easy on her lips and beckoned her to open her mouth to him. When Leah’s tongue met Logan’s she caved, her body melted into his. He smelled of musky aftershave and clean scented soap. His breath was warm and sweet and the kiss deep and carnal. His large cock now rose to his waist and pressed against her belly. Her hand grabbed his cock on pure instinct, gliding down it’s length seductively.

Leah felt herself being lifted into Logan’s arms. As he picked her up, she felt Logan’s lips move to her neck. His warm breath caressed her skin and again she caved and melted. She raised her head to see Barry walking ahead of them. His naked body was a wall of sinew and muscle. His was his butt tight and his waist slim.

The shower was a large walk in version. Both men undressed her. Their hands and tongues caressed her as they divested her of her clothing.

The water felt good on her skin, and it felt even better to be between the two large, handsome men. They both had a hard on and Leah felt powerful as she soaped up her hands and pumped both their erections. She sunk to her knees, letting the water rinse the soap from their swollen cocks. She began sucking one then the other massaging their balls with her adept fingers. Leah thought, it was the sexiest thing she’d ever done in her life.

She heard the water cease. Big hands came down under her arms and lifted her up. It was Barry. His hair was wet, his five o’clock shadow evident and his blue eyes revealed his passion. He put her down on the bed gently. Logan followed as his big body hovered over her.

“Leah you’re lovely, and a natural blonde, damn I’ve never wanted to lick a pussy this bad,” he said opening her legs and lowering his head.

Logan opened the lips to her pussy, revealing her pink moist clit. His tongue sucked it in gently and then his tongue rolled it, sucked it and kissed it until she screamed with release. Barry sucked her ample tits bringing the rough pink tips to a tortured hardness. Every touch of his tongue added to her arousal and eventual orgasm. Leah knew this was just the beginning.

Barry moved his body around to face Leah and hiked her hips up to him, his cock seeking the slit to her tight cunt. She’d just felt the last contraction of her orgasm when Barry’s large cock entered her. Barry got to his knees working his cock in and out of her when Leah saw Logan move behind Barry.

“Hold on Leah, this is a double whammy. I get to fuck Barry and watch him fuck you. Baby it doesn’t get any better than this.”

And it didn’t. Barry plunged into Leah and Logan rammed into Barry beginning an erotic rhythm. Both men pushed hard as Leah gripped the sheets to the bed. Leah felt another orgasm roaring in on her. She watched Logan kiss Barry’s neck. She heard him slap Barry’ ass as he labored inside of him. She heard Barry curse, as he increased the speed of his rhythm inside of her. She was coming undone as her body responded to the sensual beating both cocks were giving her.

The pounding stopped, the rhythm ceased as Logan removed his cock from Barry and slipped on a condom. He grabbed a tube of scented sex jell and moved behind Leah so he was spooning her. Barry adjusted his cock in her and Leah gasped.

“Relax, Leah, from what I’ve been told woman dream of this. We both want to fuck you, we both want to be in you and come inside of you.” Logan said as he rubbed the jell into her tight little ass.

Leah was hot and way over heated. She trusted Logan. His expert fingers widened her, readying her for his cock. He knew how to arouse her anally. She would have two men, two gorgeous sensual sexy men in her at the same time. The thought had Leah was ready to burst into flames. She’d never been so turned on. When Logan’s cock entered her tight hole, Leah pushed back onto him aiding him past the muscle that hindered his way. Barry’s cock was in her pussy to the hilt and now the sensual dance began.

First Barry kissed her deep and carnal, then he relinquished her mouth to Logan, who kissed her just as deeply. They fucked her slow, hard and in unison, letting her body get used to the new sensations. Then, they sped up their actions, knowing it would push them all over the edge. Like shards of glass, shattering, bright and almost painful Leah’s orgasm encompassed her. The male moans of pleasure told her they’d reached completion with her. All three bodies glisten of perspiration and glowed in the aftermath of the sexual carnage.

Leah held onto them as both men kissed her face, her eyes, her neck, and her lips. Logan spoke first.

“Leah stay, stay with us. Honey you feel so right. This could work, let us take care of you,” he said running his fingers through her blond hair. Barry took her face in his hands, the large handsome man looked into her eyes. “Let us love you. It’s all we want. You complete us. Does that make sense?” he asked her.

“Perfect sense. “ Leah said as both men crushed her lush body to theirs. Her life with these two men made perfect sense.