ALL YOU CAN EAT… 40 EROTICA SHORT STORIES

Story 1

Summary:

James, early twenties. He’s moved to a new neighborhood to try and get over an ex of his. But when he meets some of the neighbors, his ex is the last thing on his mind.

Laura and Kate, mid-thirties. When they meet James by chance, they decide to take him back to their home and get to know him much better.

Threesome, lesbian, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering.

It was a warm, summer, day, and James was feeling good.

He looked up at the sky. There wasn’t a single cloud there.

He squinted as he looked up, smiling to himself, and then nodded.

This was certainly going to be a good day.

He had no doubt about it. In fact, he felt as though this day was the start of a whole new life for him - a life that he believed would be filled with cloud-free, sunny, days where nothing but good things happened.

He was so sure of this that he felt a sudden rush of excitement about the future.

James was only twenty-three years old, but he already felt as though he needed a new start in life.

Things hadn't been going well for him recently, and he did his best not to think about the way that everything had gone recently.

He didn't want to dwell on the past, after all.

He wanted to look to the future and only the future.

At the same, every once in a while memories of Caroline would intrude, and he would feel the sadness starting to seep back in.

It had been a hard few months, ever since she had told him that she thought that the two of them should split up.

It had come as a complete shock to him. He had been sure that they were happy, and he would look back on how their relationship had gone, trying to find any signs that things might be starting to go wrong.

They had been together since they had first met at college, and he had thought that things were still going well for them.

People used to joke about how they seemed like the "dream couple."

They were both very good-looking - blonde, tanned, with blue eyes and athletic bodies.

She was slim, toned and he was broad-shouldered and muscular.

He had thought that they were meant to be together, and then she had dropped the bombshell that she wanted them to split up.

“But, why?” he had asked her, dumbfounded.

"We've been together for such a long time now," she replied, "don't you ever want to try something different? Do something else?"

“Like what?” he had asked. He didn’t, in fact, want to do anything else. He had thought that the two of them were meant to be together.

“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t you ever want to see other people?”

“No. Why, is that what you want?”

“Well, sure. Why not?”

He had been heartbroken. Their lives had been so intertwined that it had taken time for him to fully separate and get away from her.

Now, however, he had found a new place to live, and he felt as though things were finally starting to turn around for him.

He had found himself a new apartment in a different part of town.

He had thrown himself into his work, which seemed to be going well, and he felt as though he was finally reaching the point where he was properly starting to move on.

It had been a long time coming - or, at least, that was what it felt like - but not he thought that things were picking up.

Ever since he had moved into his new place he had done his best to forget about her. However, there had been times when he had been in his new home all alone and he had thought about what it might be like if she contacted him if they reconnected in some way.

He thought about her calling him up, telling him that she had made a mistake, that she didn't mean it, and that she wanted him back.

He would play it cool at first, of course.

He would tell her that he had moved on, that the past was in the past.

However, he would relent eventually and tell her to come round to see him. She'd gratefully, eagerly, accept.

Then, she’d come round. She’d be impressed with the new home that he’d made for himself. He’d still be playing it cool, acting as though it was nothing special.

She’d beg him for another chance. She’d come to him, clinging to him, telling him that he was the only man for her. Eventually, of course, he would relent. He’d take her face in his hands and kiss her, and she would be his.

He'd pull her down onto the couch, down onto his lap, and then he'd be kissing her.

She'd surrender to him completely. He thought about her wearing one of her short skirts, showing off her legs.

She'd have done that on purpose - she knew how her legs drove him wild.

He'd run one of his hands up one of her legs as she sat on his lap, caressing her thigh, sliding his hand up beneath her skirt, and finding her panties.

He thought about his cock getting hard, pushing against her soft ass.

His hand would come out from beneath her skirt, going to her waist.

He’d slide his hand beneath her top, finding her belly button, the tip of one of his fingers making small circles around it.

His hand would slide up her body. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra, of course.

He’d take hold of one of her breasts and give it a squeeze.

She’d pull her top off for him, and then he’d push his face between her breasts, feeling their sweet warmth all around his face.

He’d kiss them all over, and she’d moan. She’d been missing this as well, of course. She wanted more of it, and she’d hold his head as he sucked on her breasts. She’d be rocking her body back and forth as well, rubbing at his cock with her ass.

He thought about how she would want to please him, to make up for all of the hurt she had caused him. And, of course, he would be ready to let her make it up to him, to show him just how sorry she really was.

When she’d go to her knees between his legs, he would nod his approval. He’d reach forward to stroke her hair, acknowledging to her that she was a good girl, that she knew how to look after him.

He thought about her undoing his pants. He thought about her taking out his cock, playing with it, kissing it, licking it.

“I’ve missed this,” she’d purr.

Then, she’d take his cock in her mouth. He thought about that gorgeous little mouth of hers moving up and down his cock again, just how it used to.

He thought about how wonderful it would feel.

She’d start off slowly, but then she’d speed up.

She’d want to show him just how sorry she was, just how much she wanted to please her.

He thought about grabbing the back of her head, pushing her down so that his cock pushed right to the back of her throat. He thought about her taking all of it.

He imagined cumming in her mouth, how his cum would drip from the corners of her mouth as she kept sucking.

Then, he’d get her on her hands and knees on the couch. He’d pull her panties down and push her skirt up. He thought about seeing her pussy from behind. He thought about sucking on one of his fingers and then rubbing her pussy with it. She’d be gasping, wanting more. Her pussy would be wet.

He remembered how good it looked, how good it tasted.

He’d lean in and lick at her, sliding his finger into her and feeling her body quiver, feeling her wetness all around his finger.

He imagined licking at her clit, his tongue teasing her, hearing her cry out. She’d want him now. She’d be completely his, completely subservient to him. He thought about his cock starting to get hard again. When he was ready, he’d slip it into her from behind.

He thought about fucking her hard, her body rocking as she was practically screaming with pleasure. He’d bring her to heights of ecstasy that she had only dreamed of before, and she would still want more.

He thought about how wonderful it would be to cum inside her once more, what a beautiful sight it would be to see her pussy filled with his cum.

He thought about how he would take her to the bedroom then and they would strip off completely. He thought about seeing that perfect body of hers again. He thought about his hands on it, about her hands on his body.

They would pleasure one another, using their hands, their fingers. Then, they would use their mouths again.

He would lie back and tell her to sit on his face. He would pull her pussy down to him, grab her ass, and then push his face into her pussy.

Then, she would bend down and take his cock in her mouth. He thought about how good it would feel - his tongue licking at his pussy while her mouth was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down.

Her legs would be pushing into the side of his head and he’d be buried there in her pussy.

When he felt that it was time - when his cock was throbbing urgently - he would push her off him.

He’d look down at her naked body lying there and he’d smile to himself. She was his again - just as things were meant to be.

He’d move between her legs, and then he would slide his cock into her.

He’d take his time fucking her, bringing himself close to cumming and then slowing down, wanting to keep this going as long as possible. He wondered how many times he could make her orgasm. He was excited to find out.

At last, he would cum. He thought about how explosive it would be this time, how she would lie there afterward, completely spent. She'd want to tell him how grateful she was for him doing this to her, but she would be panting too much.

Instead, she’d reach out to him with her hand, stroking his body.

He’d lie down beside her and she’d go to him, lying with her head on his chest.

It would feel so right. It would be just how things were meant to be, and he would be content and happy once again.

However, whenever he caught himself getting lost in these fantasies he would tell himself that he had to put it behind him. This was not what was going to happen, and he just had to accept it.

He felt as though he was getting better at it, and now as he walked around the new neighborhood he had managed to push his thoughts of her right to the back of his mind.