An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: A Wedding Anniversary for Three by Marika Weber - 04/30/2012

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

The pattern of my thigh hi pantyhose were a delicate floral design that I’d picked just for this occasion. I wanted the tonight to be special between my two husbands. Tonight we were celebrating our first wedding anniversary.


I fell in love with Jake and Gil at the same time. I had come out of a terrible break up with an ex-boyfriend that had left me raw and a mess emotionally. With the help of Jake and Gil, my self-esteem and validation of my sexuality bloomed again.

As I pulled the other black thigh-hi up my calf, the sensual feel of the silk sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine. I couldn’t wait for Jake and Gil to take them off me later in the evening. Maybe they would tie me up with them. A girl could only hope. I found my black strapless dress and slipped it over my head, I feeling sexier than I had in a while. The past month had been hectic, so the weeklong cruise is a welcome reprieve. I realized that I was going to be late, if I didn’t hurry to finish getting ready. My boys had promised to pick me up and I needed to get ready.



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Later that evening at home…



I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The party had been a huge success and the well wishes appeared heart felt. Jake and Gil had been hot in their tuxedos and I cannot wait to get me hands on them and peel them off, item by item. Unbeknownst to me, my men had other ideas in store for us and me, in particular.

Shutting the door behind them, Jake grabbed my left wrist, spinning me around and pulling me hard against his chest. His mouth descended on mine with an urgency that I had not felt in some time. I opened my mouth to let him in, our tongues mating making small smacking noises that only heightened my awareness of Jake. My nipples, already diamond hard from Gil ministrations in the car on the way home, ached with a pleasure pain that made my pulse thunder.

Gil’s hot breath ticked the fine hairs on my neck, as he eased my zipper. The coolness of the air conditioner in the house only made my skin even more sensitized with the dress pooling at my feet. Gil nibbled and sprinkled kisses along my neck, beginning a tantalizing descent down my back. He paused at the curve of my ass, flicking his tongue across my skin. My body tensed, moisture slickening the insides of my thighs. In a choreographed move that a Russian ballet dancer would envy, Gil lifted me off my feet, spun me with my back against Jake’s chest and starting slowly licking my nipples. It only took five licks before I shattered into a million pieces with an orgasm that I never thought would end. If Jake had not been holding me up, I would have fallen on my butt. Jake swung me up into his arms and carried me to our bedroom.

Gil could not get his clothes off fast enough. I learned that once Gil started something, he was never finished until I almost passed out with pleasure.

Jake was more of the voyeur in our group but nonetheless, he pleasured me in ways that Gil could not.

That was what I loved about my two men.

With a gentle turn, Jake laid me down on the bed and with a playful tug, and snapped my garters. The pressure steady, the snaps on my garters gave me a different kind of pleasure that kept me on the edge, yet completely aroused. Only Jake could give me the pleasure pain that I craved. With each snap, I sank deeper and deeper into a sexy place where only Jake and I existed.

Tiny whelps laced the insides of thighs. Just when I thought I could not take any more from Jake, he unfastened the garters and soothed the tiny whelps with his tongue. With a low guttural moan, I arched my back and came hard with a loud moan that rattled the windows.

I need a few moments to come down from his ministrations; Jake quickly removed his clothes, too. Standing in front of me was two perfect and imperfect men; each the same but also different. Jake was the quiet one, the thinker, the heart of our house and relationship. Gil was the free spirit, the joker; the glue that kept us together. I was the equalizer. With two strong men, I often played peacekeeper between them.

Each man pulled the thigh-highs down my legs. Gil used one of the thigh highs to bind my wrists above my head. Jake triple folded the other and placed it over my eyes, tying it tightly so no light could come in. My senses heighted, with the feel of the silk on my face. I could not know what they had in mind for me.

I heard a closet door open and the rattle of items shifting, then the closing of the door. I secretly hoped for a treasure chest of toys. A feather tickled my nose, drifting across to my chin and then to my ears. I felt the warmth of lotion and hands massaging my feet. Oh my…

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 Contest: Wake Up Call by Robin Peacock - 04/29/2012

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

It is almost daybreak, still quite dark outside. Thank the Lord that today is Sunday, although I’m somewhat ashamed to admit that the good Lord has no place in my life right now. So, no good reason to get up early but my in-built alarm has roused me an hour or more before I need to do anything in the house. Then I remember what happened last night; the party at Jake’s place across the street, the BBQ which seemed to have more punch than protein.




I partied like there was no tomorrow, which I realize now is obviously not the case. My head tells me that the punch was to my left temple followed by a left to my chin. I recall Jake telling me his wife is away in Boston for a conference but he isn’t going to forego his weekly BBQ on a Saturday night. Jake’s brother Andy is visiting from New Jersey after his recent divorce.



My mind cleared enough to recall the episode in Jake’s den around eleven last night. Jake and I had flirted for months, ever since he moved in last year. It was harmless enough until last night it turned serious. We danced a few times until 10cc came on and we got a bit physical. Well, the hardness on my thigh was enough to tell me that he was feeling the same hots for me as I had for him. My pussy was not just damp by the third chorus, it was singing the damn thing.



We shuffled across the floor until we were right outside his den door which kind of opened somehow. Next thing I know we are trying to get naked while our lips remain glued together. The important stuff comes off, his pants and socks, his T shirt stays on. Me, I just shuck my panties off and kneel up on the armchair. Jake stands behind me, a pause as he protects us, and then he slides in without hesitation, burying it to the maker’s name plate. I reach between my legs and heft his hanging sack, scratching the balls with my long red fingernails.



Jake picks up the tempo, stroking long and deep. We are slick with sweat in the confines of the small den. We didn’t have time to switch on the air but who gives a shit how hot you are when you are really hot? I feel him pushing deep within me, knocking on heaven’s door. He slides, slips, draws me out, drives me in, pulls my cheeks apart, probing my puckered hole with a fingertip. I just fucking love that! His sweat drips on the globes of my white arse, he spreads it around, mixing it with my pussy juice as his finger still probes my back entrance. Oh yes, please keep that up Jake.



I am so close, so quick, so intense, my fingers swipe to and fro over my engorged clit. I feel him swell, pulse, he roars, he jerks, I clench my muscles around his rigid cock and come like crazy with him. My legs quiver and slide on the now damp leather chair. My cries are mixed with his roars of appreciation as we come together. He stops, relaxes, pauses, withdraws, leaving me feeling deprived, empty, my toy has been taken away from me and I wanted to play some more.



I remember the rest of the night I spent without my panties but my skirt was just long enough to protect my modesty. We decided one more punch was in order and it is rude to leave the party guests without a host for too long. I think I might have had another glass of that pink fire water because it was well after midnight when I made it across the street to my place.



I roll over in the dim light of the pre-dawn. I am reaching for my watch on the bedside table when the sight of a strong, naked back hits me between the eyes. Wow, that looks good. I shuffle over to the body next to me and reach around his waist. Jake deserves a wake up wank after what he did for me last night. I feel the smooth cock swell in my hand, it hardens, it grows, it burgeons into a wondrous pleasure pole. I stroke up and down, he moans deep within his chest as I feel a slither of juice on the crown. He is getting very, very horny and I am getting it on down there, damp already.



I continue, wanting him to come for me. I want to see him spurt across my clean sheets. I decide that I will catch some and taste it, just to see if he has the flavour of that punch we consumed so much of last night. I lean on my elbow and peer over his hip at the sight of my hand working this magnificent specimen of manhood. My pace quickens, the rigid cock begins to pulse with inner energy, the gentle hand on my shoulder takes me completely by surprise!



I look up to see Jake standing beside the bed, naked, with three cups of coffee on a tray.



‘You wanting some more of the same, my lovely?’



‘What the fu..who is this?’



‘Andy and I have never had as much fun as we did last night. That was a first for both of us. Three way partying is absolutely the way to go. Jeez, but you are some smoking hot chick.’



‘When, what, how, shit, I don’t remember any of it. I had too much of that damn punch last night. We had three way sex for the first time in my life and I don’t recall a thing, damn, damn, damn.’



Jake put down the tray and knelt on the bed. I am still holding Andy’s rigid cock in my hand, Jake’s swelling cock is about a foot away from my head.



‘Let’s try again, shall we?’

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Summer Fantasy by Willow Leigh - 04/27/2012

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

Just my luck that those two sexy landscape architects would be gone by the time I got home. Why did I have to stop for that Sweet Tea today of all days? Finally Friday and the beginning of what I had so hoped would have been a good, no great week-end. I spent the better part of the week fantasizing about Max and Cody the two extremely sexy landscapers that had been hired by my aunt to maintain her house. Now with her gone they still came as she had paid them a year in advance. At least I didn’t have to worry about it. So what I did worry about was how I was going to get those two very sexy brothers into my bed; wanting nothing more than to let them have their way with me.


I wanted to taste both of them from top to bottom, the way their skin glistened in the sun after they had been hard at work all day. How simply wonderful it would be to fulfill the fantasies that were beginning to consume my dreams and every waking moment. What a total turn on thinking about stripping them both out of their low slung jeans that seemed to hug those muscular hips. Those torsos with rock hard bodies tanned to perfection from hours in the sun. I wanted to taste every inch of them stopping to take them in my mouth and taste the very essence of them.

Watching them for the last month I noticed that Max seemed warm and sensual. With his mossy green eyes complete with flecks of gold, chestnut hair that sparkled in the sunlight. Those dimples were simply to die for as they lit up his whole face. Not leaving Cody out as he was just as ravishing. He was darker, edgier with; dark blue black waves that that hung just to his shoulders; expressive sapphire eyes, with lips that asked to be punished with kisses. Both were Tall and sexy as hell who wouldn’t drool with these two around all the time. What I wouldn’t give to have them both at the same time. They were every girl’s fantasy.

Today, I decided that instead of fantasizing about them I was going to do something about it. Just thinking about those two incredibly sexy men got me wet and wanting so much more. I think if I let myself dream a little longer I could probably bring myself to an orgasm just thinking of what things could be like with them.

I loved living on this secluded strip of the beach. I had inherited the house from my Aunt Dori a few years ago. I finally moved in over the winter and found out why she loved it so much. She always called my Kaly, short for Kalypso, product of hippies okay. My parents loved their bohemian life and sent me to live with Aunt Dori. When they died on one of their trips to save the world, Aunt Dori adopted me.

She used to say that I would become a beauty once I grew out of that awkward stage. I used to be spindly, now I had curves with an overwhelming abundance of breasts. I wasn’t thin like a stick nor was I fat. I was somewhere in between, comfortable and somewhat pleasing to the eye with my unruly brown hair that tended to frizz in the heat and those chocolate brown eyes that looked deep into ones soul. She taught me about life and to be happy with oneself.

She moved to this lovely salt box house, while I was off to college. I had visited a few times but you know how it is you get busy with life and we lose track of time. She would come to visit me in the city and when it was her time to leave she left me this wonderful house. So open and inviting the house was just like her.

Since my arrival at home I decided since I wouldn’t possibly be able to fulfill my fantasies that I would at least enjoy the rays of the sun for a while, later I would wonder down the path to through the trees to the beach in search of the elusive ‘sea glass’. As I open the front door, I started to drop my things from work.

What I really wanted was to strip down and lay out on my hammock on the stone patio covered with its lush green Irish moss. I stopped in the kitchen long enough to grab a cold beer from the fridge and to shed a few clothes. I was undressed down to my thong and stockings when my cell rang.

Looking at the caller ID I noticed that it was Aimee my best friend.

“Hey, what’s up?” I answered as I continued on my journey to the hammock.

“I just got home from work and wondered what your plans were?”

I sat on the hammock still in thong and stockings, took a swig of my beer before setting it down, “Well you know I thought I would get home early so that I could have some hot sex with Max and Cody.” Just telling Aimee made me start to throb, my pussy was becoming wet and I wanted to reach up and touch my now hard nipples. So that is what I did as I waited for her response.

“So tell, me you aren’t actually going to do it?”

“Why, would it be so wrong? A girl can fantasize can’t she? Those two are what make dreams come true. I guess I will have to wait for another time.”

“Why?”

“They weren’t here when I got home.”

About that time Max reached down and pulled me up from the hammock as I faced him I gazed into those mossy green eyes and saw the fire. Had they heard my conversation with Aimee? Before I knew it I was wedged between those two delicious bodies. Heat was penetrating all around. Max drew me in for a kiss as Cody reached around to grab my full breasts and twirl my erect nipples between his fingers. Max never releasing me from that hot kiss, reached inside my thong to grasp my already moist mound, thrusting not one but two fingers gently in and out as his thumb rubbed my sensitive bud.

Cody swiftly took my thong, pushing it down over my hips as he lowered them to the ground. Next he rolled my thigh high stockings that I hadn’t removed before Aimee called. A moan escaped me as I felt the sensual way he rolled my panties and stockings down; grazing kisses down my backside stopping to nip at my Celtic tattoo. Max had removed his hand from my throbbing mound to grab my full breasts. Not wanting to leave anything left undone Cody began feathering butterfly kisses on my thighs, reaching in for my hot moist womanhood.

Tonight was looked promising after all.

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.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Full Cirlcle by S.E. Darling - 04/16/2012

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

Dear Monica,


Your visit last week caught me very much by surprise. I had not seen you since we ended our relationship almost two years ago. When I moved to San Antonio I had severed most ties with our life back in Nashville.

I was very glad to hear that you and Tiona are still together and very happy. We had so little time to talk, and because of that, I am writing this letter to share something important with you. I hope it will help heal any breach left between us.

I came to terms with your discovery of your sexual orientation and our need to break up. I always worried that you felt it was the major reason for our unhappiness together. I wanted you to know, that was not so, and I need you to know that I understand now.

Soon after I moved here, I met two wonderful people and they have changed my life.

I met Bobbi first. We are both writers and have much in common. Initially, I spent quite a bit of time with her. From the very beginning, I was very attracted to her sexually. She is such a warm, joyful and open woman. I was quite disappointed to learn that she was in a relationship. Then I met her partner Warren and began to realize that they were very open sexually.

After several weeks, I received a phone call from Bobbi, asking me if I was interested in dinner and an evening at their home. I knew immediately what she was alluding. They both knew that I was attracted to her. It was hard to hide when she encouraged it, even openly in front of him. She assured me that Warren was just as open as she was. I accepted her invitation.

Did I tell you that Warren is a professional chef? A very good one. Monica, they are both so very creative and talented.

We dined, laughed, and shared our interests and histories. Wine flowed as anticipation built. I had fantasized about her for weeks and thought I knew how it would end, with Warren and me sharing Bobbi, but I was in for a very big surprise.

At some point after dinner, Bobbi looked at both of us and simply said she would like to prepare. She rose and left us. My blood began to pound. I realized I was nervous. It had been a while since I had explored sexually with more than one person. You and I had done so with other women in our relationship, but I had never done this with a couple.

Warren calmly reassured me that there were no worries here. I could see instantly that there was no jealousy on his part. Only sexual excitement. This, in turn, escalated my own desire. I felt very naïve later as I remembered this moment. I simply thought it was our shared desire of Bobbi.

I tried to relax and finally did so as Warren continued our conversation. We had so many things in common. We laughed as we both realized how much we loved camping and canoeing.

Finally, he rose from the table and asked me to join them. We walked to the bedroom.

Bobbi was sitting at the vanity, beautifully naked, her long dark hair falling back across her shoulders. She was slowly unfolding a pair of very racy black thigh stockings. Watching her dress those curvy legs, my desire rose quickly as I struggled to breathe. I stood there, almost frozen with passion for her.

Warren moved past me, and as he did, she rose up, her arms lifting to circle his neck, her full breasts pressing against his chest. Their kiss was passionate and carnal. They broke apart and Warren moved to stand behind her, his hands slowly caressing her torso and moving down her thighs. Watching me.

Her hand reached out to beckon me, as did her beautiful blue eyes. I slowly approached them and she reached out and cupped my face. She did not speak; she simply lifted her beautiful full lips to mine, her arms bringing me close to her. I wanted to devour her. She began to undress me, and I swiftly removed my clothes and stood before her naked. I realized that Warren had already undressed.

His hands still caressing as they reach around her, he lifted those beautiful full breasts, his fingers plucking at the surprising large and rosy aureoles and nipples. Offering them to my lips. At the same time, Bobbi reached down and slowly began caressing my cock. I held my breath, worried that this would end fast, but she slowed the pace and gestured for me to lay on the bed behind us.

As I did, she rose on the bed and knelt between my thighs, her hands reaching out to caress my body. She grasped me within her soft cool fingers and her head descended, her mouth hot and moist as it caressed my growing cock. Holding it upright, her tongue caressing up and down the length of it, her mouth finally engulfed me. I know my hips rose from the bed in reaction, the pleasure of her full lips around my cock like a vise gripping me in heat.

As she began moving her mouth up and down my cock, Warren approached the bed reaching out to grasp and tilt her hips. She released me from her mouth and gasped at the pleasure she felt as his broad engorged rod entered her pussy. Driving strongly within her, Warren groaned as she moved back against him in her passion. The scent of their sex, her spiciness, became an aphrodisiac for all of us.

I sat up as she closed her mouth once again on my cock, sucking strongly, her tongue laving at the base. Feeling her passion escalate as Warren’s strokes increased, I reached forward between her legs and began to stroke her tight clit. She released me from her mouth as she screamed. Her beautiful eyes closed as the extreme pleasure of her orgasm rocked through her body. I almost came within her hand just watching her powerful release. I have never seen something as beautiful as that. Ever.

As her pleasure eased, she relaxed, lying back on the bed, even as Warren retreated from her. She reached out to me and I rose over her and mounted between her glistening thighs, my hand guiding my almost bursting cock between them, entering her moist tunnel in one long slow stroke. Still pulsing from her orgasm, her hips rose against mine reaching for another. She was hot, so tight and wet; I had to stop to gain control.

As I did, to my shock, I realized that Warren was not caressing Bobbi, but instead, his hands were caressing me. His strong fingers slowly but firmly stroking up and down my back and buttocks. I realized immediately what he wanted.

I know the fear and need to retreat must have shown in my eyes. Bobbi simply shook her head and calmly told me to have no fears. To let them go. To share with them both. I froze in my shock, yet at the same time, the heat of her hot wet tunnel as it contracted around my hard cock hit me again.

I held my breath for a moment, and then simply let it explode out of me. I could not stop this, this need to know these two wonderful people fully. I did not want to. I gave into it.

Warren continued to caress me with one hand, his fingers slowly reaching between my buttocks….my body tensing each time…and each time he would retreat and then return. He reached out and took a small vial from the bedside table and as I lay between her thighs, I felt him anoint my ass with the oil.

He rose over me, my eyes glued to Bobbi’s, her hands caressing my chest, belly and the base of my cock, her voice reassuring me. Although there was pain, Warren was gentle, taking his time as he realized I have never done this. He cock slowly breaking through the tight pincher of my anus, slowly rocking until he was seated fully within me.

I felt his breath against my neck, the strength of his hands caressing the shaking muscles of my arms as they held my body above her. I felt him whisper in my ear to begin fucking her again…and I did, once again my focus and pleasure on the feeling of her hot cavern wrapped around my cock…and then gasped as I felt Warren begin to slowly piston within my tight ass. The strength of his cock deep within me, the hot moist, womanly softness of Bobbi’s pussy wrapped around my cock was too much for my control.

I could only moan as Warren reached around and grasped my balls, cupping them, and I felt my cum exploding from my cock, my orgasm hitting me so hard, I lost my breath. At the same time, he began to rock hard within my ass, reaching his own orgasm swiftly after mine. I looked down at Bobbi worried that we had left her hanging and saw the pleasure running across her own face, her body contracting as she came strongly.

I felt Warren pull away from me as I did the same from Bobbi and in the aftermath, we collapsed on the bed to either side of her. The adrenaline of my fear and pleasure draining me. At the same time, I have never felt so sated. I closed my eyes as I stroked Bobbi’s stomach….her hands reaching to stroke both Warren and myself. I heard her laugh lightly as she tried to still her own rapid breath.

Monica, it would take too long to describe all the sexual things we did with each other that night. Just know that we explored everything with each other. I was like a starving man rushing a buffet.

When I woke up the next morning, Bobbi was sitting between us. They were talking and laughing. She realized I was awake and asked me how I felt.

I have never had this happen in my life, but my throat closed with the emotion I felt. It took me several moments to compose myself. Bobbi finally reached out, stroked my face, and told me she thought she understood. That she had known the minute she had met me, how it would be.

Warren spoke next and his words surprised me. He said he had always known he was bi-sexual. Bobbi was the same way. They had explored with both sexes. He had thought I was, and did not realize until last night that this was new for me. He asked me if I was okay with this. I thought a moment, and finally expressed that I did not know.

Monica, my mind was on one of our last conversations. You remember the one we had about my worries? That I wanted you to be happy but I knew that society and convention would never fully accept you as a gay woman. You know how we were raised. That even in this day and times, you would have to fight that battle every day.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I had just done. What I had just felt and enjoyed with this man, with this couple. I expressed to both of them, that I had always considered myself heterosexual. In talking to Warren, as open and comfortable as he was with his own sexuality and needs, I began to wonder why it had ever bothered me.

That morning and the rest of the weekend with them were glorious. The freedom I felt after that point, bewildered me. For a while, I worried that I was fully gay, so new was this feeling and intimacy that I felt with Warren. Then one look at Bobbi and the desire I felt for her had me laughing at that thought. I had never really met someone who was truly bi-sexual, and had never considered it for myself.

Over the course of the next few months, we spent much of our leisure time together. At home and traveling, as we explored our interests and our lives. Although I dated some on my own, even exploring sexually, none seem to sexually satisfy me as much as my relationship did with Bobbi and Warren.

One morning, I woke up, my arms around both of them and realized I did not want to leave. We talked that morning for the first time about the long term and within the week, I had moved in with them. It happened that fast and we have not looked back.

The sexual dynamics of our three-way relationship has been intriguing and constantly evolving. I will not say it has always been smooth. Sometimes it can be quite bumpy. Polydamy is outlawed in most of the world. We don’t care and do not need to legalize this. Our lives are so intertwined; no legal paper could ever make it more so. It has been a year now for us.

This man and this woman; they fulfill me in every way. Accepting my own bi-sexuality has allowed me to understand you and your choice so much more. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I have been, by finally accepting that societies’ “normal” is no longer my normal and that is okay.

To finally understanding why you would risk that for love, real love. I owe you this.

My growing love for these two wonderful human beings, as we share our lives each day, just as we share our bodies, knows no boundaries.

Be at peace, my darling, as I am. We have come full circle here.

With All My Love,

Connor

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Joy of the Multiples by Jp Archer - 04/16/2012

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

“Good evening, Dr. Stevens. I’m glad you came.”


Standing outside her apartment looking unsure, adjusting wire frame glasses, he studied her with aqua blue eyes. “Erika?”

An amused smile stretched her lips. “No, not Erika.”

Maybe it was the dress. She wore head to toe, black, Chantilly lace, including a mask. Erika favored black for its morbid pretensions. She favored it as an eye catching canvas for lips painted in Cadillac Red and grey eyes.

“Faith, then?”

“Wrong again, Doc.”

Her smile widened. He had no idea.

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

“If you mean ‘new’ in the sense that we haven’t met before, then yes, I’m new. But I’ve been around for some time.”

“May I ask for an introduction?”

“I’m Joy.”

She extended a hand with red lacquered nails. He took her greeting with a large, firm grip.

Joy experienced a delicious shiver. Her body tightened. She appreciated men with strong hands and long fingers. A caress to his wrist with her fingertip caused his pulse to jump.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joy.”

“Please, come in, Dr. Stevens.”

She led him towards the living area with a deliberately provocative swing in her hips, willing him to watch. She turned as they stepped into the room.

Joy watched his face with anticipation, to see his first reaction to the décor. Tawny eyebrows rose, a full, wide mouth went slack, before his features schooled into a professional mask.

Smoke and mirrors was the theme.

Contemporary furniture with gray upholstery and clean lines had been arranged around a low, ebony table. Providing a stage like quality, the flat furniture piece dominated the room, four feet square and a foot off the floor.

Walls covered in charcoal silk brocade were hung with smoked mirrors and huge black-and-white photographs even intervals. The pictures seemed abstract, until the eye focused on the larger than life depictions naked female parts.

Splashes of red broke the monochrome scheme. Deep red Calla Lilies in a crystal vase, a blood red decanter set on a bar and a red dragon incense burner that wispy strands of patchouli escaped.

“Interesting room.”

“Glad you like it. Want a drink?” She strolled to the bar.

Dr. Stevens wandered around the room as if deciding where to sit. He would discover no angle existed where an illicit picture couldn’t be viewed. Finally, he settled into a single chair.

“Uh, no, thank you, Joy. I don’t drink when I’m working.”

She gave a blasé shrug and poured herself a healthy drink. Taking the opposite seat, she crossed her legs giving a Basic Instinct flash. Soft lighting glittered off the patent leather, stiletto decorating a dainty foot.

Dr. Stevens cleared his throat.

“I must say your call came as a surprise. Of course, I recognized the voice. I think you know that.” The gaze leveled at Joy dared her to challenge the statement.

She didn’t even try. “Of course.”

“This address isn’t in my case file. It’s an upscale side of town. I was curious what I would find. I take it this is your place? The others are not aware of it?”

Joy took a swallow and chuckled. “Hell no, doctor. I know about them. They don’t know about me.”

“Why not? What purpose do you have?”

“Look around you.” She indicated the expensive and suggestive nature of her home. “I’m the money maker, the manager, the one who keeps everything together. Do you think they could manage without me? Balance a check book? Pay bills? Hold a real job?”

She shook her head dismissively. “Erika and Nancy only work part time for obvious reasons. They can’t shop. They buy the same things and end up with double and don’t know why. Faith is complete recluse. She won’t leave the house. Cable and Taryn are just children. The others, worse.”

“So, you know them all?” Dr. Stevens’ features scrunched in curiosity.

“Yes.”

She could hear the wheels turning in his mind, pondering the implications. “You do seem to know… more than the rest. Where are you when they visit my office?”

Now they were getting into it.

“I’m there, sort of. I hear most of it. Like voices in another room, talking low, enough to get the gist of what you want to do for them.”

“Them, not you?”

“Not me.”

She leveled him a hard stare. Grey eyes reflected back at her in the mirror behind him as ice chips of determination. “I don’t want to be integrated.”

Before he could ask another, inane ‘why not?, the doorbell interrupted. She barely hesitated.

“Doctor, I have client now, also. You seem very interested in observing us, and how we manage, so I hope you’ll stay. We can talk while I… work.”

What he thought, she didn’t wait to hear. Joy rose to answer the door. Short moments later, she reappeared with her client.

Before returning, Joy had removed the dress, leaving only the Chantilly stockings, stilettos and mask. Her companion wore lose fitting jeans and a domino mask.

The therapist stood when they entered. “What the hell?”

“Really, doctor, think about it. I’ve limited time to earn large sums of money. My time is very exclusive and expensive, even more than yours.”

The psychologist colored deep red. “I think I should leave.”

He went to move around her. Joy stepped into his path. His body made firm contact against her breasts and abdomen. She relaxed into him, using her nudity as a caress.

“You don’t have to. Stay, observe, question. Kenneth doesn’t mind.”

On cue, the masked man positioned himself behind her. An exciting bulge pressed against the curve of her derriere while calloused hands grazed naked hips.

Joy shoved the psychologist gently back into his seat. His shock couldn’t eradicate a deep gleam of curiosity.

Once the therapist’s butt planted him firmly back in the chair, she turned to the man touching her body. Strong hands found Joy’s sensitive nipples and gave them firm tweaks. Her slit flooded in response. She moaned softly, welcoming.

Slowly, she began to kiss and lick the smooth, flat male nipples Kenneth presented, before working lower. Her tongue delved into a flat umbilical.

“The others, they don’t like… sex. Do you?”

Joy favored him with a wicked grin over her shoulder. Her hands worked at the jeans closure. Kenneth’s erection sprang forward into supple fingers. She fisted him gently.

“I’m Joy for a reason, Doc. I’ve always enjoyed it.”

To emphasize her point, Joy swallowed the head of the hard prick into her mouth. She used her tongue in quick sure movements around the mushroom of swollen flesh. Her partner groaned as she serviced him orally.

She did love the feel of dick in her mouth. The smooth satiny skin sliding over her tongue into the back of her throat, so soft and yet so hard, the contradiction of texture spurred her lust. Her clit stiffened in response and she made her own moans of pleasure.

“So this is how you earn money?”

Speaking with a hard-on in her throat muffled her answer. Joy slurped and gulped “Mmmmhummmm.”

“How do you feel about being a job, Kenneth? That you’re a paycheck?”

Joy looked up the flat stomach and muscled chest above her, into the dark eyes of her partner. His fingers splayed around the sides of her head, threatening to destroy her coiffeur.

Kenneth raised his eyes, looking beyond where she kneeled at his tool. His voice came out in breathless chuckle. “Are you kidding man? Joy has a wicked tongue, the tightest sheath and sweetest ass in town. She knows how to use them, too. I suggest you give it a try before you ask.”

Kenneth pulled her away from his rigid pole. The break of suction made an audible pop. Knowing his taste, Joy moved and opened the top of the low table to reveal a pleasure chest of toys and oils.

She chose a lubricant and vibrating, butt plug. Closing the lid, she climbed the “stage” on all fours. Now, she faced the good doctor. He had scooted forward from the deep chair, sat perched on the edge. Joy could reach out and put her hands on his knees if she wanted.

Kenneth shucked his jeans and took a kneeling position behind her. Joy smiled seductively at the therapist and handed her client the oil and toy. Her eyes dared him to look away.

She felt the oil dribble down the crack of her backside and shivered with anticipation. Strong fingers spread her lips and ass cheeks, before probing her sex. Joy rocked her hips back onto the seeking digits. She sighed when they slipped in, as a swift test for moisture, before Kenneth plunged his rock hard shaft into her willing pussy.

Her eyes closed in relief of being full of cock. The man behind her settled himself deeply, grinding his hips against her round globes. Eyes opened wide again when she heard the slap of flesh on flesh followed by the stinging butt cheek. Gasping with delight, Joy savored the mini orgasm that caused her core to clench and moisten further.

She felt Kenneth retreat before sliding home again. With his next glide, the buzzing sweetness of the toy entered her puckered star a well.

“Oh, yes! Please, Fuck me.”

Rhythmic sounds of sex filled the room. Joy pushed her hips towards each thrust. She used strong, inner walls to grip the hard-on invading her, wanting it deeper and harder. Her voice croaked these commands.

Kenneth obliged, knocking her forward with vigorous pumping. Joy reached for purchase, finding the rough cotton of Dr. Stevens’ jean clad thighs. An erection had raised a tall tent, threating to burst his denim seams.

With each ram home, she squeezed his legs tighter. Joy licked parched lips. Her gaze captured his blue stare, openly desiring him.

“You want it, don’t you?” His voice choked.

“Yes.” It came out a low moan. “Yes, please.”

The psychologist stood, fumbling with his button fly. He dropped the pants, revealing a thick pole.

Joy took him into her mouth with relish. The doctor gave a satisfied groan.

“Told you, man.”

Not able to use her hands like this, Joy sat up on her knees, pulling her lips off the doctor but continuing to pump his rod with her fingers.

She signaled Kenneth. “Take the backseat, let the doc drive.”

Her lover pulled rigid flesh and the vibrating plug out. Then slowly, she felt her dark passage expand as he pushed in the back door.

Kenneth leaned back on his heels, spreading Joy’s legs over his thighs, opening her cave wide. She continued to writhe on the member wedged in her brown rose.

The doctor needed no further invitation. He knelt between the couples legs, shoving a full cock into Joy’s wet and willing cunt.

Her muscles seized in orgasm again, squeezing down. “Godz yessssss!”

Her partners established a rhythm that rocked them hard towards the edge of oblivion. Two thick, beautiful shafts worked her over. Their voices mingled in whimpers and whispers of ecstasy.

The doctor’s breathing came in heavy pants while he sucked hungrily at turgid nipples. Kenneth nipped at the flesh of her nape.

Sandwiched between the capable males, Joy’s scream built. Throwing her head back against Kenneth’s shoulder, she rode the hurricane of passion into the eye. Her body clamped down on the two men. She keened wildly.

A chain reaction occurred.

Kenneth grunted heavily. His hands pulled her shoulders, pinning her to his shifter.

The doc gripped her breasts. He speared her core with hard thrusts, growling.

Her inner walls were bathed in hot, silky cum. She shuddered with completion.

Lifting the doctor’s face, Joy forced his gaze to her. Still short of breath she spoke.

“I may be a multiple personality, but I’m an individual. I won’t be integrated. Do we have an arrangement?”

Dr. Stevens nodded in agreement, panting. “Absolutely.”

She winked. “Everyone needs a little joy in life.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Failure to Complete The Mission by Ninette Swan - 04/10/2012

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

Grace shuddered into Marco’s warmth. His large, calloused hands swept her evening gown over her shoulders, leaving her clad only in lace from the waist down. Her breasts pressed against his naked torso, the tips grazing his skin, on fire at the touch. A wanton lake of desire opened within her, and she shifted, just slightly, allowing his powerful thigh to nudge her apart. Their bodies melted together. She’d made her decision.


She would spend these moments in the arms of this chiseled secret agent, no matter that they were on opposing sides. She’d hand in her resignation tomorrow. How could a spy go against her heart? Apparently she wasn’t cut out for this life, and she would not be ashamed to admit it to her smolderingly gorgeous boss tomorrow. He’d have to accept it. He’d have no choice. And it’s not as if he hadn’t had his chance with her. Grace couldn’t have been more obvious about her attraction to the blond-haired Adonis. Weeks ago, she had thought she’d seen desire for her in his smoky grey eyes. She’d wanted to pass this test, to prove herself to him. But she’d had no idea how sensual and provocative her target would be.

The silk of her panties slid off her backside, revealing her pulsing core. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she enjoyed the sensation of the flowing air. She started straight when rough denim caressed her bare bottom.

“Marco? What—”

“You’ve failed.” The baritone voice murmuring in her ear was not Marco. A strong hand cupped her raised buttocks, and she felt a ramrod heat searing her from behind.

She looked up at her lover, her enemy. A smile played on his lips, but didn’t reach his eyes. He groaned in need and looked beyond her.

“What should we do with her, Gene?”

Her boss didn’t answer, but buried his face in her chestnut locks, inhaling deeply. His erection jutted up against her, making her quiver with a mixture of need and excitement.

“Gene, Marco,” she breathed, “what is this?”

The man behind her straightened, and she squeaked in protest as his heat left her body. She thrust out her ass to connect with him again, even as he began to speak.

“Graciela Merced, you have failed your initiation into The Order. A spy must be ruthless, seductive but not yielding. You are far too supple, too giving, to work for our operation.” His voice faltered over the adjectives, and she could tell she was affecting his ability to think clearly.

She rubbed up against him and purred before asking, “So, Marco is not my enemy?”

Gene leaned down to kiss her neck, her collarbone, while Marco’s hands trailed down her tight stomach with the lightest of touches, the simultaneous sensations causing her to tremble from the inside out.

“I’d say we’re both your enemy,” Marco whispered, his dark eyes flashing up at her as he took her breast into his mouth. The rosy tip strained against his lips, and he teased it with his teeth until Grace was writhing against him. Gene slipped his hand down her thigh, and she gasped as a single finger entered her in one fluid motion.

She didn’t understand what was going on, or what would become of her, but in that instant, she didn’t care. They’d probably kill her after this. She held their secrets, and she’d failed them. The only things that weren’t failing them being her bronze skin, her supple lips, and her generous backside. She reached one arm around Marco’s thick neck, pulling him up to her for a searing, wrenching kiss. Her other arm wound its way around Gene’s waist, pulling him against her again, fumbling at his buttons. He growled and pushed her hands away. A moment later the sound of fabric hitting ground filled her ears. Marco thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tangling her hair in his hands. She undid the top of his jeans, and those, too, fell to the floor.

There was nothing between her and the two sexy secret agents aside from her lacy stockings. One hot cock pressed up against her abdomen, another tantalized her lower back, sex mirroring life as she bandied between the two of them.

Marco reached around her to caress Gene’s shoulder, and the man behind her made a guttural sound in the back of his throat, squeezing Grace between them even tighter as he lunged at the agent in front of her. The two shared a kiss filled with raw passion, and as Grace watched, she felt liquid heat gathering at her center, dripping down her inner leg.

“Are you two…” Her voice trailed off as Gene broke from the kiss and knelt behind him. He rummaged in his discarded jean pockets.

Marco tipped her chin up to him and took her mouth in a demanding rush. He tore away from her quickly and smiled.

“Let’s just say we’ve…worked together before.”

She sighed softly, falling into his limpid brown eyes. His sculpted shoulders heaved as he acknowledged the stormy-eyed male behind her.

She felt a coldness upon her most private area and pulled away instinctively.

“Hush, now,” Gene said softly, applying even more lube. “You may not be good enough to be a spy for us, but we’ve never found a woman so perfect for other uses.”

“But what will happen to me when you’re through?” Grace had to ask the question through gritted teeth as Marco’s condomed-tip pushed up into her.

Her world went black as Gene entered from behind, sparks lingering on the edge of her peripheral vision. The only things that existed were the two cocks dueling for dominance within her. The groaning, pulsing men pushing rhythmically in and out of her, barreling toward climax.

Marco took her breast in his hand, adding teasing touch to the sensations ripping through her.

“Does it matter what happens when we’re through?” he whispered.

She managed to shake her head. “No. Just fuck me.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Trinity Knot by Cristin Storm - 04/06/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words April Contest.

“She’s back.”  Aedan O’Sullivan whispered those words to his business partner, and twin, Niall.

Niall knew exactly who she was.  It had been five years since they last saw Siobhan Murphy, and not a second had passed where she was not on their mind.

“Shit.” Niall’s heart burst at the sight of her entering their pub, O’Sullivan’s, in Savannah, Georgia.

“I know just how you feel brother.”  Aedan spoke.  Yes, he did know exactly how Niall felt.

Siobhan couldn’t believe she actually set foot into O’Sullivan’s Irish Pub.  She couldn’t believe she was back in Savannah, let alone the pub.  Memory flashed back to five years ago, to the date.  She knew exactly why she was back; dressed to kill and more than ready to beg.  Aidan and Niall O’Sullivan.  They were her firsts; first kiss, first love, and first lovers, and hopefully her lasts. 

Foolish girl she was, but at the tender age of twenty-one to their thirty, she was flat out scared of what they were offering.  Sure, one night.  What woman wouldn’t want at least one night of pure fantasy and bliss, having two men totally attuned to you?  Well, obviously they wanted more than one night; forever was on their minds.  That was the reason why she ran all the way to LA, and to her cousin/best friend, Teagan.

Spending five years in LA with her cousin was the best thing she could have done for herself.  Albeit, she did not realize that at the time, but now, she knew it was the reason why she was standing here, staring at them.  Teagan and her husbands, Max and Dean, gave her all the insight, support, and confidence she needed to return home, to her hearts.  She had no idea that Teagan had two husbands, but they showed her that a relationship is never conventional, it is what you feel is right. 

Siobhan took a deep breath and walked further into the pub, closer to them.  Aedan and Niall were still here, still sexy as hell, and it made her heart race faster.  You can do this was a mantra she played in her mind since she left LA this morning, and the entire walk towards them.

“Aedan, Niall.”  She whispered.

“Siobhan.”  They spoke in unison, but waited for her.

“Can we talk?”  As she spoke those words, she felt it was the stupidest thing she could have said.  She blamed it on her nerves, and her false bravado.  “Please?”

Aedan and Niall walked from behind the bar, approaching her with a strong, steady gate.   They each placed their hands on her bare back, and escorted her to the stairs that leads to their loft. 

Their hands felt hot across her naked back.  Her black dress was backless, showing off their Celtic Trinity Knot tattoo they all shared.  She shivered as she felt each of her hands brush the brand that bonded them as one.

Neither spoke as the escorted her up the stairs, and away from the noise of the pub.  They touched her, but could not speak, not now.  They were both so choked up that their Siobhan was back.  All they could think about was getting her between the two of them.

Niall unlocked the door, and they stood aside to let her in.  Siobhan was shocked as she entered their loft.  All of her things were still there.  Her robe still rested on the post of the king size bed they all used to share.  Her wardrobe was still in the corner, pictures of the three of them still scattered about the space.  Her painting, a gift to them the year she left, still hung on the wall behind the bed.

“Oh my, “Siobhan felt her tears fall, shocked of all speech and motion. 

“It’s all here, Siobhan,” Aedan spoke, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “We couldn’t –“

“Aedan,” She turned to him.  He was always the one who spoke the most.  Now, she saw the emotion he tried so hard to express, shining in his blue eyes.

“Siobhan, why are you here?”  Niall had to know.

Siobhan was shocked at his words.  “Niall, you were always the direct one.” She then looked to them, together.  “Gods, I don’t know where to start.”  She reached out and took their hands; it was now or never.

“I am so, so sorry.  I ran because I was scared.  Foolish, really.  I loved you both.  I still love you both.  I didn’t think.  I was overwhelmed, and scared.  I didn’t –“

“Stop, Siobhan.”  Niall cut her off and pulled her into his arm, Aedan covering her from behind. 

Siobhan lost her breath, feeling Aedan’s hands pulling the thin straps of her dress down.  It pooled at her heels, and they saw she only had on her lace thigh highs underneath.  Her pussy, freshly waxed, just the way she knew they liked it.

“Jesus.”  They spoke in unison.

“Baby, we love only you.  Then, now, it’s always been you.”  Aedan pulled her back to his chest, letting his length tease her bare ass.

“No more running Siobhan.  If this is not a reunion, then leave now.”  Niall knew his words were harsh, but he knew one more night would never be enough.  He placed his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples.  He waited for her to speak, but he couldn't not touch her.

“He’s right baby,” Aeden spoke as he nipped her ear.

“No running” Siobhan whispered, “I promise.  Please, make me whole again.”

Niall growled, and stepped back from her.  He started to tear at his clothes, needed inside the only woman he ever wanted, needed.

“What have we here?” Aedan found the plug she settled deep into her ass before she left LA.

“I cannot wait!  I need you both!”  The plea came out on a wail. “Now!” She’d beg forever, just so they would know what they meant to her.

“Go to the bed, Siobhan.  Hands and knees, in the middle.”  Niall barked his command as he took his length into his own hands.

Siobhan did exactly that.  She crawled across their bed, the same bed where she became a woman to these two men.  She was home, and couldn’t wait another second to feel them against her.

Niall came to her first, pulling her on top of him.  “I need you now, Siobhan.”  Niall wasted no time, thrusting into her pussy.  “So damn tight; hot.”

Siobhan screamed, then stilled.  She felt the bed dip behind her as Aedan came to join them.  Aedan’s hands rubbed her ass, toying with the plug, mimicking what his cock was about to do next.

“Please!” Siobhan pushed her ass back to Aedan, she was ready to explode. 

Aedan removed the plug, and then aligned his cock to her tight entrance.  “Are you ready baby?”  He was amused that he had the thought to speak. 

“YES!”

“Relax for him Siobhan.”  Niall pulled her to his chest, taking her mouth in a rough dance of dominance and re-claiming.

“Shit.  She is so tight.”  Aedan’s words were clipped and he slowly worked himself inside.

Siobhan did just that.  She pushed back as Aedan worked his way in, Niall still full inside her pussy.  She was so close… she needed this, them. 

“Yes, damnit!  Take us all!”  Niall growled as he felt his brother push inside her.

“Please, more…”  Siobhan did not care about begging, not now.  Not when the pleasure was this intense, this perfect.

They started to synchronize their thrusts, knowing just how to play her.  She was close, ready to fly apart at a moment’s notice.

“Come baby,” Aedan whispered to her.

“Squeeze us tight, Siobhan.” Niall was ready to explode.

“Yes, yes…  I love... you… both.”  She barely got the words out as she exploded.  Blinding ecstasy washed over her, and through her.  She felt Niall and Aedan thrusting harder, their releases sending her off on another wave, lost in it all, but cherished between her men.

Sweaty, panting, they rolled over so she wasn’t crushed.  They held her tightly, whispering incomprehensible words.  All she heard, before she drifted off into her most peaceful sleep in five years, was this:

“Welcome home baby.”  Aedan kissed her cheek.

“We love you always, Siobhan.”  Niall kissed her other cheek.

“Love you both,” she managed the words as the peace engulfed her and lulled her back home.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Birthday Wishes by J.J. Silver - 04/05/2012

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

I run my hands nervously down the front of my red cocktail dress as I walk up the sidewalk. The soft fabric soothes my clammy palms. I take a deep breath trying to subdue the butterflies that have taken off in an erratic flight pattern inside my belly. I glance down at my elegant black lace stockings and grin. My eyes follow the lines of my legs to the black patent leather stilettos that I teeter upon precariously. I feel like a very bad girl and that makes me smile very, very big. The wind picks up. It teases my bare thighs where the stockings stop. It lifts the hem of my dress as if to sneak-a-peek underneath. I shiver when I feel the wind’s chilly fingers spread over my exposed rear. The black thong does nothing to ward off May’s steadily dropping evening temperature. I smooth my dress down batting away the wind’s sneaking curiosity. I then raise my hand to knock on the ornate wood door in front of me.


The door opens and light filters over the sidewalk. There he is the beautiful Adonis that I love, my Bennett, with the sky blue eyes. Those blue eyes hold secrets that only he and I share. His dark chocolate hair lies roguishly around his face. I itch to run my fingers through those soft shiny tresses. He beams down at me and his smile is loaded, playful and mischievous. Mischief that tonight he will no doubt unleash upon me full tilt.

“Jolie.” Bennett reaches out and takes my hand in his. His hand is large and strong but his touch is gentle as always. He leads me in the door to the living room. “You look delectable.” He leans into me and I inhale his masculine scent. He smells of soap and fresh mountain air and I love that. He places a soft kiss upon my lips and lingers, his nose touching mine.

“Your beauty devastates me Jolie. I want you all to myself but I will share you tonight as promised. Tonight I will make all your wishes come true.” He kisses me again but this time traces my lower lip with his tongue. His lips master mine and quickly work me into a blazing inferno. I want to crawl up his body and devour him whole. Bennett makes me feel things deep inside that no man has ever done. My Bennett. I want every single inch of this man. I kiss him back and fist his hair pulling him tightly to me. Oh that hair. I don’t want to ever let it go.

“I can’t wait.” I moan. It feels like his hands are all over me. They are everywhere and I am about to die right there in his arms. I realize then that the other man has arrived. I trust Bennett explicitly and I know in my heart that whoever he chose for tonight will be perfect. The man is standing behind me. His hands are on my hips while Bennett’s hands are caressing my breasts through my dress. “Oh…” The other man smells nice like hot cinnamon. His hands are strong and large like Bennett’s. “Mmm…” I hum.

“Cody this is my sweet Jolie. Go ahead and give her a kiss.” Bennett breaths into my neck but doesn’t look up at the man standing behind me. Bennett’s lips travel down my neck spiking up my heartbeat. I look over my shoulder at the devilishly handsome blond man who is smiling down at me. My god he is heart-stopping-drop-dead-gorgeous. His hazel eyes crinkle in the corners and they hold promises I know that tonight he’ll keep. His hair is sun-streaked and unruly around his golden face. He reminds me of a man who would spend his days on a surfboard riding wave after wave.

“Hi beautiful.” Cody whispers and leans in over my shoulder. He has a southern drawl, oh and that is damn hot. His mouth plays against mine and the heat between us is instant. Whoa! I didn’t think another man could do that to me. I am buzzing inside and I feel a surreal sort of sexual high.

Before I know it Bennett has me scooped up over his shoulder. Cody follows behind us. We are heading to Bennett’s bedroom. He sets me on my feet. I am standing at the foot of the bed. Bennett moves in front of me pressing himself close. His muscles pushing against my body makes my knees go weak. I feel like I could melt into a puddle at his feet. I am at his mercy.

“Take my shirt off.” Bennett skims his fingers over the front of my dress and my nipples harden under his touch.

I pull his shirt over his head. He stands in front of me in his jeans only. No shoes, no shirt but all service. His body is almost obscene to look at it is so utterly strong, defined and damn fucking fine. I feel Cody’s hands skim up the backs of my thighs. I can’t keep my eyes open. It sends heated shivers up my body. His hands smooth over my rear and he then gathers up the hem of my dress. He slides it up over my head and tosses the dress aside.

“Oh.” I moan as Bennett now has full access to my bared breasts. His mouth clamps down on my right nipple and I arch into him. His tongue flicks over the hardened nub and I have to squeeze my legs together to keep from coming right then and there.

Cody’s bare chest rubs against my back and I quickly realize he is gloriously naked. His rock hard cock is pressing between my ass cheeks. Oh cripes I want to be pounded from the rear. My fingers deftly undo Bennett’s jeans and I yank them down his hips. I can’t take it and I can’t wait. I am searing. If I don’t have them now I feel like I might turn to ash and blow away.

“Take them off Bennett now!” I plead. I can’t get the jeans all the way off without his help.

“Okay baby. I know how bad you want this.” He complies and is quickly finger licking naked. My heart stops when I see him this way. He stuns me with his masculine beauty. Bennett pulls me onto the bed with him. “Up on your knees baby.” He places his hands on my hips to guide me.

Cody is once again behind me. His hands move up my body and his fingers caress my breasts. I roll my head back and rest it on his shoulder. He gently nips my ear. “You are very beautiful Jolie. I want to fuck your ass. It’s so pretty.” Ooo…his southern accent is like warm brandy coating my insides. Yummy. I grind my ass backwards into his cock. I want to be fucked there. I want to hear that southern boy shout my name.

Bennett rips off my panties and I gasp. They have left me in my stockings and stilettos. Bennett is in the mood now and I love his fuck me mood. My eyes lock on his which are now darkened with carnal desire. His hands slide over my skin, down my belly and his right hand slides over my sex. He glides one finger along my wet slit. He then rubs my clit in slow deliberate deliciously torturous circles.

“Bennett I need you! Please.” I wrap my fingers around his cock and pull him to me.

“Jolie you want to play rough?” He grins wickedly and then spanks my ass hard.

“Oh!” I cry out. Oh I love this bad boy.

“Cody is going to get that sweet ass of yours ready now.” Bennett rubs his palm over my stinging ass cheek.

I feel Cody’s fingers smooth the cool gel over my anus and his finger enters me with slippery ease. Holy fuck! I watch as Bennett lies down on the bed in front of me. He is on his back and his glorious erection is thick and standing at attention.

“Jolie take me. I need you love.” He takes my hands and pulls me up over him.

I straddle Bennett and my hands rest on his chest. I bite my lower lip and look down at this amazing man under me. He loves me and I him. This ménage is for me. He wants all my fantasies to be reality and I love that he loves it too. I ease down on him. He fills me so incredibly full I want to cry. Bennett pulls me down tight to his chest and holds me still.

Cody’s hands trail down my back and my breathing spikes. He closes in behind me. His skin is so soft and his body so hard. I feel his fingers again on my ass and then I feel the head of his cock rub over my anal opening. I am out of control now. I can barely breathe.

“Relax sweetheart.” Bennett croons. He rubs my back while Cody presses on.

I feel the tip of Cody’s cock slip in and my mouth assaults Bennett’s fast and hard. Cody enters me slowly from behind. I suck in my breath. My mouth breaks free of Bennett’s and I arch upwards. I feel so full I could split it two.

I cry out Cody’s name. He shoves deep inside me. Oh my! He begins to move in and out.

“Oh sweet Jolie Oh how we love to fuck you.” Bennett begins to thrust up into me and I am so full I can feel my insides swell. My pussy is drenched and I am tightening around them. It is so powerful. My mind is winking in and out and I feel like my body is floating upon the clouds.

“Harder Bennett!” I groan and push down and back into both men. Bennett’s mouth latches onto one of my nipples and I don’t know if I can handle anymore. It is so much all at once.

Cody’s teeth are on my shoulder and his hands have a solid hold on my hips as he pounds relentlessly into my ass. Bennett tweaks my nipples with his teeth and I bury my face in his hair trying hard not to scream out. Bennett puts his hands on my face and lifts my head.

“Look at me Jolie.” Our eyes burn hot for one another. “Come Jolie. Come for us baby.” He growls commanding me to obey.

Cody reaches around and rubs his thumb over my clit rhythmically. Oh damn it is so much, so overwhelming, so powerful.

“Don’t stop Cody, don’t stop. Bennett fuck me. It feels so good.”

Bennett slams his lips to mine and my body tightens around him. I explode into a million orgasmic pieces. Stars wink in my eyesight. I can barely breathe. My body shudders with remnants of pleasure. My muscles tighten and release around Bennett’s cock.

“Sweet Jesus!” Bennett erupts inside me. His muscles tensing and he keeps on thrusting.

“Jolie!” Cody pumps one last hard slam into my ass and his cock convulses inside me. He slumps carefully over my back. I am now sandwiched utterly sated between two of the finest men every created on this earth. Right now they are my men. All mine.

“Thank you.” I kiss Bennett and then glance over my shoulder at Cody. He plants a kiss on my lips.

“You’re welcome.” Cody smiles sleepily.

“Happy Birthday baby.” Bennett strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

All three of us shift and lie down in bed. I rest between them warm and loved. Bennett snuggles my front, I tuck my head under his chin while Cody spoons me from behind. His face rests against the back of my neck. We fall asleep together in heavenly bliss.