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erotica, female masturbation, Lesbians, masturbation, mutual masturbation, nude man, nude woman, oral sex, orgasms, outdoor nudity, outdoor sex, penis, public nudity, public sex, pussy, sex, sex positions, sex with strangers, slut, whore
E-Read Erotica Reviews: I love a writer who can go from zero-to-nasty in six seconds, in excruciating and luridly vivid detail. It is just filthy and open and sexy and close-up-camera porn and I love it. Unafraid. Downright nasty. Did I just read that? Hardcore textual sex. And then it goes back to sweet and normal in the next paragraph when the dirty deeds are done.
K.C. Cave crosses all her sexual boundaries in this collection of no-holds-barred erotic short stories and flash fiction—lesbian, MF, MMF, solo sex, bondage and boy-on-boy fun. She’s been told that mixing genres in erotic fiction is a no-no—readers are easily squicked when they come across a sexual flavor they don’t like. Really? Squicked by explicit erotica? If that’s true, you’ve been warned. But if you, like K.C., have an open mind (and body!) about all the shades and variations of explicit erotica, settle in and get ready to get titillated! [short fiction, flash fiction, LGBT, oral sex, anal sex, MF sex, male masturbation, bondage, lesbian, squirting, group sex, MMF three-way]
Mia entered the room, nude but for a shimmer bralette, nearly transparent with floral embroidery and unlined, wireless triangle cups that barely covered her small breasts. Her equally sheer V-string panty had matching floral embroidery on the front. And nothing in the back.
Stepping to the window, she leaned forward and put her hands on her knees. “What a view!” She knew her ass looked fantastic and that, because of the room’s backlighting, her asshole and labia were prominently visible between her ass cheeks. She had rehearsed the move last night and still had the footage in her smartphone.
Mia turned and struck a pose. “Like?”
Mike and Randy gaped, their trousers bulging.
Not waiting for an answer, she dropped to her knees and fished Mike’s cock out of his trousers. “I find it’s best to just work through these awkward starts,” she said, looking up at him and stroking his shaft.
To Randy: “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Word count: 11,500
A two-week mountain hike becomes a two-way male lovefest when the weather conspires to trap a couple healthy, handsome and horny guys in a tent. It gets more complicated when two locals, wearing bib overalls and nothing else, wander into camp, leading to hot, heavy and fast gay four-way. Back in town and showered, the guys yearn for some female companionship to re-establish their hetero cred. Enter Ricki, a part-timer who specializes in welcoming horny hikers back from the wilds. [gay sex, escort, anal sex, M/M/F sex, three-way sex, prostitute, whore, orgy, outdoor sex, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral sex, fellatio, squirting, male sex in the woods, tent sex, MMMM four-way sex, motel sex, cornhole, blow job]
E-Read Erotica Reviews: They are exactly what I would imagine two horny hikers to be like, ever chasing wood in the forest, using every spare moment for sex, and endlessly thinking with their more smaller, yet endlessly more lustful heads….The book ends with a remarkable and genre-breaking scene which not only highlights the differences between an all-male outing, and one where a woman makes things a bit more complex. Add some artful highlight scenes, genre-breaking scenes, and a bittersweet ending and we have a book that takes the concept of an action-only book to a new level of depth and meaning. I enjoyed this.
There was Dave, stark nude, standing with one arm braced to a tree trunk, beating his meat.
I immediately got hard—I had left our camp to check out a side trail we had passed on the hike in, but in reality to relieve the pressure in my balls—and I backed away.
Hey, we were a week into our two-week backpacking exploration of George Washington National Forest, and today was our scheduled rest day. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one horny as fuck.
Dave saw me and turned. Judging from his red cock and intent thrashing, he was close to spraying on a tree.
Fuck it. I had forgotten lube and hadn’t jerked. I’m circumcised and can’t masturbate without something slick. “Mind if I join you?” I said, fishing my cock out.
Flashing me a quick smile, Dave kept jerking.
I saw the olive oil from our food pack. Dosing my cock, I started stroking. I also checked out his package. I don’t get a chance to see many cocks these days, not to mention one that was hard and ready to spurt.
I pushed down my shorts and tore my T-shirt off. We were both nude, stroking our cocks, facing each other. Dave had huge shoulders and massive arms from years of competitive swimming. His hefty balls hung low and swung between his muscular legs. Could get messy…
I fixated on his bouncing balls as I stroked myself. It had been two weeks since my last orgasm, and here I was jerking off with another guy in a beautiful forest clearing deep in the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia. I reached around and gripped my asscheeks, my middle finger probing.
From deep inside came an urge from decades ago. I wanted to be filled with cock. I wanted Dave’s dick inside me, deep in my rectum. I wanted him to come in me.
Dave was getting close. “So fucking horny…” fap, fap, fap “the crack of dawn…”
I finished the Tom Waits’ line for him: “…better watch out.”
He laughed and slowed his pumping. I had to act before he spewed all over me. I smeared my asscrack with oil and dropped to my hands and knees, ass up.
“Hey, man, I never…” Dave protested. I looked back between my legs around my swollen prick and could see him stroking his cock.
“Don’t think. Just put it in.”
Dave fell to his knees and slid his cockhead up and down my crack. I wiggled my ass, thrilled with what was about to happen and pushed back when his hot prick found my hole. His powerful hands gripped my hips and he thrusted.
“Oh, god, oh fuck, oh yes…” Words and sounds and gibberish poured out of my mouth as he pushed past the ring of my anus and filled my rectum. My girlfriend had pegged me a few times and not very skillfully, which was totally understandable. This was so much better. This was a live penis attached to a hundred and eighty pounds of muscular and highly aroused male.
Dave’s hand found my cock. He beat me off furiously in a reach-around as he fucked me harder and harder. My cock, slick with pre-cum and olive oil, slipped out of his hand. He pushed back, smearing my nutsac and tugging on my balls.
This was insane! I was fucking insatiable! I wanted that cock to explode deep inside me!
I braced my feet against two tree roots and raised my knees off the dirt, pushing back to meet Dave’s wild thrusts. Cum was streaming out of my pisshole from his incessant pounding on my prostate, first a watery stream followed by big blobs of white splooge getting flung into the dirt and on my chest and legs. Dave roared, blowing an immense load deep in my ass. He held it that way, his cock pushed deep inside me, as I reached back and finished the job on my own cock. I came, spurting my load on the dirt and rocks.
Exhausted, he draped over me, his face against my back, one hand smearing my cum over my dick and balls, both of us heaving like locomotives.
We untangled and sat across from each other, our backs against trees, our legs outstretched, our cocks limp.
I spoke first. “This is where you say you’re not gay.”
Word count: 8,200
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