An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: A Mistress & Her Muse by Adrianna Vincent - 10/01/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - October 2012

Our men were up and out of the house early on one of their many camping trips, and my lovely Jenn would be spending the weekend with me.  It was Friday morning, and after the guys kissed us good-bye I told her that I had to head to the office for a few hours, but promised I wouldn’t be too long, and then we could do whatever she wanted.

I arrived back home around 2:30pm.  It was a beautiful, bright, sunny day, and Jenn had thrown all the doors and windows open in the house; a soft breeze occasionally ruffling the sheers or the leaves of the plants in the living room.  I sighed as I kicked off my shoes and stretched my lithe cat-like body.

Just inside the living room, off the foyer, I saw that there were two suitcases.  I smiled.  Apparently, we were going somewhere.

“Where are you, babe?” I called out.

“In the bedroom,” came Jenn’s soft, sultry voice, a sound that never ceased to stroke my sexuality.  I was instantly wet.

I headed down the hall and entered the room, my breath catching in my throat for a moment at the incredible site before me.  Jenn was laying on the bed on her back, nude, her bronze skin sparkling a little in the afternoon sunlight that streamed in through the window, her thick dark hair fanned out behind her on the pillow, and the mound of her perfectly shaved pussy rolling as she flexed.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” she said.

I dropped my purse and my briefcase and began unbuttoning my blouse, my eyes traveling over her skin.  I continued to strip as I approached the bed, revealing myself to her, watching her begin to squirm in response to my open visual appraisal of her stunning body, the desire burning like fire in my otherwise dark eyes.  She was the sexiest, most gorgeous, tastiest looking creature I had ever seen.

Slowly, I crawled onto the foot of the bed and up her legs, pausing to lightly stroke her naked thigh, keeping my eyes trained on hers.  I watched as her lips parted and her chest began to rise and fall, her breathing becoming harder as I advanced.

Finally looking down into her deep green eyes from above, I lowered myself until our bodies met, the warmth of her skin searing into my cool flesh, a ripple of need thrilling through us both as we embraced.  The moment our lips touched, our bodies began to move, undulating against one another.

Jenn whimpered, tilting her head back and exposing her throat.  I opened my mouth wide and bit down gently, caressing her with my teeth, my tongue, my lips.  My left hand roamed over her silken belly and up to her breast, lightly rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  She gasped and moaned, and I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar sweet apple scent of her shampoo.

My left thigh was between her legs and I could feel her wetness on me.  I slid my hand down between our bodies and slipped my fingers into her pussy in one smooth motion, drawing a shudder from her and another whimper.  I fingered her, pulling up on her pubic bone, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I watched her sultry eyes, her supple lips.  She opened her mouth, inhaling sharply, a look of amazement at how good I was making her feel plastered across her face.

We kissed again, our tongues melting together, dancing in circles.  Her hands grabbed my tight ass, squeezing me into her, forcing my hand harder against her groin as she humped my fingers.  She spread her legs, letting her knees fall outward, her body moving faster.  I sucked her tongue, her bottom lip, then her chin, and ran my tongue down her neck, clamping my lips to the base of her throat once more, feeling her rapid pulse under my tongue.

Jenn’s pussy soaked my hand and her body shook uncontrollably.  I wondered how long she had been laying here on the bed, thinking about this, waiting for me to come home, because she was so close to release.  I lifted my head again to look at her, “Are you almost there baby?”

“Yes!” she panted, her voice desperate.

“Do you want me to slow it down?” I asked, breathing hard, kissing her neck.

“No!”

“Do you want to feel my tongue inside you?”

“Yes!”

I quickly moved down her body, gently biting her inner thigh.  She squealed and moaned, and then cried out as I slid the tip of my tongue down over her clit and into her pussy.  I sealed my lips around her opening and sucked the juice from her into my mouth, before shoving my tongue as far into her as I possibly could.

Her hips moved in a circular motion matching the course of my tongue, her hands on my head, tangled into my long raven hair, as she pulled my face into her.  My elbows were to either side of her thighs, my hands spread out on her taut lower belly.  With my thumbs, I pulled the lips of her pussy outward, tightening the skin around the base of her clit.  I massaged the bone underneath, and then allowed my hands to move downward, until I was able to hook my thumbs into her pussy on either side of my tongue, continuing to rub the bone there as well.

My thumbs were inside her, my fingers pressing into her above her clit, and her movements became faster and more demanding as she humped my face.  I moaned, letting the vibrations travel through her and then pulled my tongue out of her, dragging it up toward her clit and pressing down on it while moving it back and forth.

“Oh God!” Jenn cried, “Oh God, yeah!”

Fuck I was turned on!  My pussy humped the bed beneath me, and a sudden and very unexpected orgasm shot through me as I worked on her.  I let it pass, all but forgotten now.  My attention was solely on the luscious woman under me and the importance of her pleasure alone.

My tongue circled her clit, my lips pulled on it, my teeth gently chewed around it, and her excitement mounted.  She began to shake wildly, her thighs hard as granite as the muscles contracted, responding to the tsunami of an orgasm that was building within her.

“Don’t stop!  Please don’t stop Kelly!” she begged, her hands frantically pulling my head into her, mashing my face into her pussy as I devoured her.  I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her fast, my tongue continuing its assault on her clit.  I moaned into her again, and she answered with one of her own, her orgasm coming at last, oozing onto my tongue and into my mouth.

“Mmmm, Jenn, you taste so fucking good,” I whispered, gently licking and sucking the lips of her pussy, avoiding her sensitive clit.  She moaned, her breathing slowing, and then sighed heavily with a final shudder.

I kissed my way up her body, and pulled her in close to me, stroking her hair.  We held each other for a moment, before she said, “What about you?  I want you to cum too.”

“I did.  You were concentrating so hard on your own, that you didn’t notice it when I came.  I hardly noticed it myself.  But I did.  That doesn’t mean I’m done with you though.  We have the whole weekend ahead of us after all.”  I paused for a moment, and then added, “By the way, I saw the suitcases in the hall.  Are we going somewhere?”

“I hope you don’t mind but, I’ve never been to West Edmonton Mall, and I’ve always really wanted to go there, so I booked us a room in the Fantasyland Hotel for the weekend.  I was lucky,” she went on excitedly, “they’d had a cancellation and I was able to get the Luxury Roman Theme room.  It’s absolutely gorgeous!  And we can go shopping, and swimming, and skiing.  You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Of course not.  It sounds like fun!  Although,” I said, trailing a finger across her breasts, “I have a hard time imagining us finding any time outside of the suite.  But we can try.”  I kissed her soft lips and pulled her against me once more.  “So when do we leave?”

“Actually, our flight is at 8:15 tonight, so I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner first?”

“Mmm, you’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?  I love it.  Where would you like to go for dinner?”

“I was thinking something casual.  I’ve been craving a good old juicy burger for weeks.  Maybe Boston Pizza?”

“Sure, whatever you want baby.  Anything at all.”

As we spoke, our hands had been moving slowly over one another, and before we knew it, we were making love again.

It was about four-thirty, when Jenn finally lifted her head from between my thighs and whispered, “We can go to Boston Pizza any old day.”

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 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.”

AnEroticPic1kContest: Carmen, Mark, and Devin by Adrianna Vincent - 03/26/2012

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

Carmen sighed, the fine hairs at the back of her neck standing up like tiny erections in concert with the hardening of her nipples, the tingling in her clit. She felt the sweet agony of not one, but two tongues sliding up her taut thighs, two sets of hands caressing her silky skin, the sensations so heavenly they bordered on sin.

Sin or not, for the first time in her somewhat sheltered existence, she felt whole. Until this point, her adult life had been confusing, her thoughts scattered, her focus split equally in two, never having been able to do the one thing that was most important to her, and that was to make a choice. A choice between the two men in her life, two perfect men, best friends who she knew would die for each other, or for her. To choose between them simply wasn’t possible.

But nature has a wonderful way of creating order out of chaos, with or without one’s consent, cooperation or even knowledge. To her surprise, Mark and Devin had come to her, had told her the one thing that could free her from her torment: that they were willing to share.

Was it some form of carnal greed that had allowed her to accept the offer of these two men? Or was it simply fear that gave her permission to dodge the decision she had been dreading? No, she refused to believe that.  Without a shadow of a doubt, with every cell of her aching body, she knew that what she was feeling at this moment was too perfect to be flawed in any way. It was too right. What she was feeling, what they were feeling, could only be described as love.

Letting go, giving into that acceptance, Carmen let the latest wave of desire ripple through her, reaching down to touch her men, her body undulating against theirs, always moving, never stopping. To cease would be at worst a travesty of sexual justice, and at the very least a cruel trick to play on her lovers.

Mark slid his hand up between her breasts to her throat, one finger questing up over her chin toward her lips. With renewed lust she stretched her tongue out to slide over the salty surface, drawing his finger into her mouth. Hearing his moan of excitement she pulled her moist lips back over the length of it, finally releasing it and allowing his finger to slide wetly back down her throat.

Devin began to carefully pull the lace of her stocking down over her left thigh trailing soft kisses as he went, his light stubble tickling her, causing goose bumps to race over her sensitive skin. He spread her legs a little, and using his thumb began to describe sensuously slow circles around her clit, pressing gently into the bone beneath.  Oh God, the wave of need that slammed through her!

She could feel the movement of both of her men as they ground their hardness into the mattress on either side of her, both of them still in their jeans. She yearned for their nakedness, wondering if perhaps they were feeling nervous about exposing themselves to each other, afraid to be the first to undress.

Trying to think of something she could do to put them at ease, Carmen asked them to stand beside the bed next to each other, “I’ve always wanted to feel two cocks in my mouth at the same time. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Smiling, his dark eyes shining, Devin stood, dropping his jeans to the carpet at his feet, the impressive bulge in his boxer-briefs promising hours and hours of gratification. Mark crawled over Carmen and stood next to his friend, shedding his jeans and briefs in one smooth move, his own large cock immediately springing forth.

Positioning herself in front of them, she paused and looked up, “You’re sure you’re okay with this? I mean, it won’t make you uncomfortable?”

“I think we can handle it,” Mark said quietly, draping his arm over Devin’s shoulders.

“Absolutely,” Devin agreed, “We’d do anything for you babe.”

Carmen shivered. Was it her imagination, or had she heard a telltale emphasis on the word ‘anything’? Devin’s promise prompted her to imagine these two incredible specimens pleasuring each other ostensibly for her benefit, a little awkwardly at first, but their arousal would become evident, something they could no longer hide, their hands exploring each others’ muscles, their bodies pressed together.

And what they then shared would be love.

Feeling beads of sweat pop out along her hairline, she dared hope she might be able to convince them to turn her fantasy into reality, that they might be willing to give themselves to each other in order to fulfill her wish. But they were two of the most macho guys she had ever known, and she thought it more likely that she would offend them, or turn them off, if she were to suggest such a thing.

It was her greatest desire to see two hot, manly men together, a fantasy she indulged in almost every time she pleasured herself. A fact she had never shared with anyone else, not even her closest of girlfriends.

Suddenly, Mark broke her train of thought, “Carmen, we’re surprised at you. We thought you would have figured it out by now.” He winked at her, and turned his head toward Devin, keeping his eyes on hers as long as he could.

Carmen watched in awe, a flash of white hot excitement chasing away every other thought in her fevered mind. Devin reached up to pull Mark to him, making it perfectly clear that these two were quite comfortable with each other, no strangers to what they were doing. Their breathing quickened in tandem as they kissed, and Carmen could feel the juices from her pussy drool out of her onto the sheets as her own arousal mounted even further, small sounds of ecstasy escaping her lips.

“I think she approves,” Mark rumbled, breaking their kiss.

“I think you might be right about that,” Devin said, his hand slowly beginning to stroke Mark’s hardness.

Carmen could hardly believe what was happening. She had never been so turned on. This was going to be the greatest night of her life and she couldn’t be happier.

Her entire body humming with sexual energy, she pulled Devin’s briefs down over his legs, saliva flooding her cheeks at the thought of actually tasting them both at once, their cocks rubbing together in her mouth.

She smiled up at them, and they down at her.

Oh yeah, she thought, closing her eyes and bending forward, this is definitely love.