Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  She unbuttoned Billy's shirt slowly, stopping to lick his own mushroom nipples with her now mushroom tongue before she squatted to remove his pants. Each touch of fungus on fungus was the purest ecstasy Billy had ever known. She took Billy's magic mushroom twanger into her mouth and pulled Billy down beside her to the floor, where Billy began to eat her mushroom clit with his own mushroom tongue. Spores were soon flying all over the place and new mushrooms blossomed from each of their bodies, each locking its newly formed mushroom lips with those of its nearest neighbor across from it. It was the sweetest bliss that Billy had ever known. Soon his own mushroom parts were touching each other, exchanging their spores and Billy felt his state of bliss increasing exponentially.

  Now they were lying side by side, he and Mrs. Gunnreil, their mushrooms interwined, cross-pollinating in a frenzy of combinatorial possibilities. Their human energy was spent, Billy knew. They were going to bed in the most literal sense. Soon they would be nothing but mushrooms infesting the rug, the walls and the ceiling in an unimaginable orgy of spore release.

  Suddenly his future looked very bright indeed, Billy mused, in his last human act of cognition.

  The End.

  My Lover's Memoirs

  As I clean my apartment, I find within a small wooden treasure box, an old letter that my ex-lover sent to me. He said he wrote it so I would always have a memory of our time together. It has been many years since we broke up, and with tenderness I open the letter. The yellowed pages unfold and with teary eyes and a heart full of memories, I start to read what happened long ago with the man I thought I loved more than the world.

  My beloved mistress, this is my memory of what happened two nights ago, it is still fresh in my mind, and thus I write.......You are leading me down a hallway, the hall is dark except for the occasional burning torch. The walls are black and damp. You are wearing a black cloak with a hood covering your head, a few strands of your fire red hair have fallen out from underneath the hood.

  In your hand is a leash that leash goes to the collar on my neck. I am following you, not knowing what to expect. I am wearing nothing, my hands bound behind my back, and my legs shackled. I nervously look around not knowing where I am going, not knowing what will happen, and I find this excites me.

  We finally make it to a pair of large oak doors, you push them both open with ease. I see a dark room in front of me. All of a sudden hundreds of candles flicker to life. I am blinded for a second from the light, but when my eyes focus I see a path of candles leading from the door to a bed with the candles circling it. The bed is a large canopy bed, black satin hangs from the top, red satin sheets adorn it.

  As I am looking around, trying to see walls or a ceiling in the infinite large room, you step in front of me and pull the leash so that I am looking at you. With your free hand you take the hood off to reveal a soft, white face, luscious red lips, fire red hair in curls. Then my eyes meet with yours. I stare into them, totally losing myself in your eyes. I feel as if you are looking down to the depths of my soul. I feel the urge to drop to my knees and I do. Your lips curl up into a smile.

  You walk behind me, release my legs from the shackles, and unbind my hands. You walk over to the bed and stand next to it. I feel the urge to walk over to it, and I do. Again, you smile.

  I sit down on the bed, you lean down, look deeply into my eyes again, then brush your lips across mine. I start to follow them as they leave, but I meet your eyes again. This time your eyes make me stop following, and go back to where I was. Then I lay down on the bed, you take my right hand with your gloved hands, stretch it to the bed post, and tie it securely with a strand of black satin. You do the same with my left. Then you move down to my feet, lean forward, and run your hands down from my right inner thigh down to my foot, placing it in position, and secure it. You do the same with my left. Then you come up and take off the leash, knowing that you do not need it anymore.

  Then you stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me, tied, unable to move, looking up at you. Then you shed your cloak. Underneath I see a black lace corset, pushing your lily white breasts up. A short black lace skirt, black stockings going down to black high heeled boots. Then a pair of black satin gloves, going all the way up to your elbow. You hair, in curls, falling down over your chest. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement. You move over to the side of the bed and take one of the black candles out of its holder, then turn back to me, your crimson lips smiling.

  You take the candle, hold it above my chest and tilt it slightly, a single drop of hot wax falls and lands right over my heart. I gasp loudly, then breathe heavily. You move it down, just a little further, a drop falls not too far from the last as you tilt it, and I moan out in pleasure. You proceed to do this, then after a drop lands under my belly button, I think you will stop, so I relax. I look up and see you getting ready to tilt the candle again, my heart pounds, and before I can utter a word, a drop falls less than an inch from my hardened sex. I scream out in pleasure, body involuntarily straining against the restraints. You look down on me and smile.

  You walk over, put the candle back, and get a silk cloth. You come over and wipe the wax off of my body, kissing the spots where it dripped. My breathing accelerates the further down you go, then as you get the last one, you move your head away, my heart skips a beat. Then at the last minute, you flick your tongue out across the head of my sex. I start moaning loudly, getting ready to release, then I feel your hand constrict around the base, not letting me release, not yet. After you are sure that I won't, you look at me with a slight tinge of anger in your eyes, let out a soft, low growl saying, "You did not ask my permission."

  You then walk away into the darkness, returning with a blindfold. You grab me by the hair and pull my head up as you fix the blindfold so it covers my eyes. I hear you walking around me, as if you are deciding what to do next with your prey. I hear you stop, a moment later I can feel your hot breath on my neck, then I feel your teeth clamping down on my shoulder and hear you let out a low growl. You tug at the flesh as I moan. You move up, biting my neck, I scream louder. Then you bite down right on the front of my throat, just hard enough to prevent me from making a noise. I stop screaming immediately and am breathing heavily. You let go of my throat, even though I can't see it, I know there is a smile on your lily white face.

  The next thing I feel is you sitting down, straddling my stomach. I feel the satin of your gloved fingers tracing around my nipples as they harden. Then I feel those fingers pinch on them and begin to pull. I arch up as much as I can till the restraints stop me, breathing harder the further you pull them, then moaning as you yank hard and release.

  Then I feel you get off of me. I hear you moving around just to my right. Then I feel you stand up on the bed, one foot on each side of me, right under my arms. The next thing I feel is your shins on my arms, and you sitting down on my face. I am stunned for a moment, then you dig your heels into my side. I slide my tongue up inside of you, moving it all around. I feel you slowly begin to move up and back across my face. I move my tongue in and out of you, brushing against your clit, I feel you jump and stop moving up and back. I run my tongue across it some more, hearing you moan louder and louder as I move my tongue across it faster and harder. Then I hear you let out a bit of a scream and a growl as I feel my face get glazed over.

  I feel you stand up off of me, a silk cloth to wipe my face off, then leave the cloth in my mouth for me to taste. As I am tasting it I hear you moving around some more. Then the cloth is taken out of my mouth and I feel something tracing around my lips, I reach my tongue out to lick it, but you pull it away. I feel a light slap to the side of my face. A few seconds later I feel it tracing around my lips again. Then I feel your press it into my mouth and I begin to suck on it, realizing it is your nipple. I suck gently on it, darting my tongue across it, bringing it deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth across it lightly.

  You take it out of my mouth, replace it with the other, and I do the same. Then
you take that one away, and I feel you standing over me, your feet by my legs, then the blindfold gets pulled off. I look up and see your lily white body standing over me, wearing nothing but your gloves, your hands on your hips, looking down at me.

  You squat down, taking the head of my sex into you, I gasp, you smile. Then in one fluid motion you slide my sex all the way inside of you. Feeling I am about to cum again, you raise up a little and grasp the base again until the urge is quelled. You sit back down on it, smiling as I have a look of frustration on my face. You begin rocking back and forth, leaning down and whispering, "Not until I do," into my ear. I rock back and forth on my sex, harder and faster with each motion. I moan in pleasure, biting my lower lip. You begin to moan loudly as you reach down and run your gloved hands over my chest. I feel you starting to buck harder and moan louder. Then I hear you gasp sharply as you release, the second after you do, I scream out and release into you.

  Then you lean down, unbind my hands, wrap your arms around me and pull my spent body up to yours. You press your lips to mine, sliding your tongue into my mouth and moving it around. I put my arms around you as you pull me tighter. Then you pull your lips away from mine, laying me back down on the bed. You take your gloves off and lay down, with your head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I put my arms around you as we both drift off into sleep.

  For the one whom I love, my beloved mistress...

  The End.

  Wondrous Shower

  I am standing in the shower this morning, contemplating the day's demands as I allow the hot water to stream down over my head. While there is usually a knock on the bathroom door announcing someone's needs, "Mom, I need... Mom, where is...," blessedly, I am home alone today. Personal, quiet time is scarce and sacred. I lean my head forward and feel the hot water begin to relax all the muscles down my neck and shoulders.

  Tilting my head back with my eyes closed, feeling the hot water drenching my hair and rolling down my body in torrents. I reach back to work shampoo into my shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, my arms raised, hands lathering and scrubbing. My 38DD breasts pulled slightly upwards and gently swaying as I work at rinsing the silky strands of my hair.

  I think to myself how nice it would be to have you here with me. As if reading my thoughts, I feel your strong, rough hand caress my shoulder. Startled, my eyes fly open, but your fingers gently caress them closed again. I start to speak, but your mouth covers mine as you pull me close.

  "Shhh, just shhh" you breathe into me, taking away my words as you brush gentle kisses over my mouth. Cupping my face in your hands, you skim kisses along my forehead and down to the corner of my eye. I feel a slight shudder as you kiss the corners of my mouth, moving down the line of my jaw to my neck, trailing kisses down along my collarbone. My eyes still closed, your kisses make me feel as though I will melt into you.

  As we stand together, the hot water streaming down between our bodies, you reach for my almond scented soap and begin soaping your hands. I love the magic you work on my body, as you begin rubbing and caressing my shoulders and neck. You gently turn me, so my back is to you, and begin working and kneading my muscles. Your soapy slick hands moving along each knotted spot, gliding over my skin, is more than a simple massage. It is erotic to feel your touch, to have you naked here with me. Slowly, ministering to every area with gentle swirls and pressure, you work your way from my neck all the way down to my lower back, your slick fingers exploring those two small dimples just above my seat. Your strong hands slide over my body, moving down my rib cage, to curve in at my waist, caressing along the flare of my hips.

  A small moan escapes my lips as your hands slide down and begin to massage my round bottom. Hmm, but you inflict sweet torture, by moving quickly past. You crouch down and continue your sensual massage over every inch of my long legs. As your soapy hands slide back up my legs, you stand, moving in closer. I feel your hard length pressing against me, as you again begin to squeeze and knead my cheeks. Smoothing your soapy hands under and around my bottom, gently pulling, you slide your fingers slowly past my sensitive parts, strong digits gliding along my puckered bud, soaping and rinsing the seams and folds hidden just beyond my now swollen lips. My body responds with a slight shudder. I love how your touch thrills me, excites my mind. How you make my body heat up just from the anticipation.

  You press in so close to me now, I can feel your hard cock crushing against me as you reach around in an embrace and begin meticulously washing the front of my body. As your hands make their slow, caressing descent down my abdomen, pausing to play at my belly button for a moment, I lean back into your strong frame. I rub my slick body up and down your length, reaching back to grasp your magnificent cock. Your powerful hands take me by the wrists and place my hands forward, somewhat roughly, against the tile wall. My gasp betrays my excitement. No touching, no peeking, no speaking, your control sends a wave of heat rushing through me, settling between my legs.

  As I stand there, eyes closed, leaning forward into the shower wall, you press your body close against mine, and reach around to pay special attention to washing my breasts. The hot water raining down on our bodies has long since washed away our soap, but you continue with your carnal exploration of my body. As you squeeze and knead my large breasts, my nipples harden to tight peaks.

  I feel your rigid shaft pressing and sliding between my round cheeks while you pinch and gently pull my hard nipples. I love that rush that you have caused, chasing down through my abdomen, settling in behind my clit. The heat between my legs is burning in anticipation of what is yet to come.

  You gently pull me to standing, turning me as your hand presses me back against the cool tile wall of the shower. You begin a sensual assault on my nipples with your mouth, sucking the erect peak between your teeth, gently scraping and nipping. Moans of pleasure escape my lips as your fingers pinch and roll my nipple, your mouth sucking hard on its mate. I feel my juices building, at this rough attention. I want to crush your hair in my hands and hold you to me as you lavish attention on my heaving breasts.

  Slowly your splayed hand slides down my abdomen, while your mouth pulls hard at my breast. Your weight has pinned me to the wall. Your hand pressing against my abdomen, inching down to cup my mound, wrenches a gasp from my already hurried breathing. I buck my hips in response to the sensation of your palm grinding against my engorged sex. The power you have over my body is exquisite. Your fingers begin an exploration of my slick folds, finding my clit erect and wantonly protruding from beneath its hood. Your circular massage of my glistening pearl begins to send waves of electricity coursing through my body.

  Your long drugging kisses swallow my moans as your fingers find their way into my hot channel, their explorations pushing deep and pulling, spreading hot liquid over my smooth pussy. I wrap my arms around your neck and begin to counter your thrusts, taking your fingers deep into my body as the waves begin crashing through me, the force of my climax causing the muscles in my body to clench and my legs to shake. I dig my fingers into your shoulders, barely able to stand as your leg urges mine to the side. Holding my bottom with your strong hands, lifting me slightly against the wall, you press the swollen head of your cock against my slick heat, demanding entrance. I wrap my legs around your waist, opening myself to you. Firmly you move against my slick opening, parting my engorged lips. As my body trembles, hungrily accepting your invasion, you thrust hard and deep. My throaty moan muffled into your shoulder tells you I love your deep penetration.

  Then you begin to move. Your hard body driving me to the wall, your strong hands begin kneading and spreading my cheeks, fingertips teasing, brushing against my sensitive puckered bud with each thrust of your thick instrument, sending waves of pleasure through me. You drag my hips into you, controlling the rhythm. Our bodies move against each other, hard and fast, and then slow and deep, every stroke of your cock winding me tighter. Over and over you spear into me, my pleasure increasing with each demanding thrust. You feel me grip you d
eep within my channel as your pace quickens. My sheath begins to spasm as my second orgasm wracks my body, pulling you over the edge with me. You crush my clit against your pelvic bone as you sink your cock deep into my heated core. The fevered pace relentlessly driving your invasion launches your powerful orgasm. I cry out as you bite my shoulder, locking me to you as you cum hard. I feel you squirting deep inside me, pumping me full of your seed as I shudder, collapsing against you.

  As our pace slows, my body is shaking in your arms. Our breath is coming in ragged gasps. The water is beginning to cool as you hold me to you, our bodies unwilling to part for just a moment longer. I raise my face to yours, looking into your eyes. You kiss me tenderly, and run your fingers along my cheek, stopping at my bottom lip. As you turn off the water, and we exit the shower, I feel treasured and loved. Moreover, I wonder how in the world you got into my house.

  The End.

  A Lesson in Orgasms

  The shock on my face reflected in the mirror behind Vanya's head as I tried to comprehend what I had just heard.

  "You've never had an orgasm before?" She blushed prettily and looked down at the floor, too bashful to repeat what she had just told me. My hands still held the red sweater I was folding when she first started asking me questions about sex. I thought her earlier questions were a bit strange, but now I see she had been leading up to this. What started out as two co-workers straightening up the store after close had now turned into a full blown sex talk.

  "Do you enjoy sex?" I inquired, deciding to start with the basics. She answered me in her thick Romanian accent that she did, it was very nice. Nice? She had a lot to learn. I continued folding the table of sweaters in front of me, casually asking her questions about her love life with her husband and giving suggestions. Although I was only a few years older and hadn't been married as long as she, Vanya made me feel worldly as she eagerly pumped me for knowledge.