Erotic Tale #6: The Tree Hugger

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***Contains an exploration of dendrophilia… so if sexual perversion isn’t your thing, perhaps skip this one.***

She was vibrating with an intense longing and anticipation. She couldn’t wait another second, as it was her ritual every time they arrived at the cabin. She would unpack everything in a reverent silence, get her family settled and distracted, then she would vanish like a wraithe out the back door and start running towards her tree, regardless of how much light had already receded from the sky at that time of year. She didn’t bother with a flashlight; she didn’t need one as she felt an undeniable pull from the Branchéd One waiting for her deep in the forest.

Nothing could breach the connection. Nothing could interrupt the magnetic tie that had been forging between her and this one tree over the last two years since they bought the property.

When she arrived, with wild eyes reflecting the October moonlight, she threw herself around the trunk and pressed her cheek into the rough bark. She stayed like that for a moment, breathing in its comforting mossy scent.

“I’ve missed you so,” she whispered as her hands caressed her sacred tree. She almost felt it… him… saying it back as waves of warmth spread outwards from her heart to her extremities.

She rubbed her nose gently across the bark, now catching the scent of sap. Normally, it would make her smile and hug him harder. But this time was different. She felt a delicious clenching in her nether regions, and felt that little pebble of pleasure start to pulsate between her legs.

She brushed her lips across the fissures, and planted a lingering kiss as she pushed her leggings and thong down. The hand not tracing the cleft in the trunk was travelling towards her pussy which was slick with arousal. Her fingers found her seeping entrance and started to plunge achingly slowly in and out, teasing her own self as she breathed him in, her steadfast tree, hard and erect, like a phallus rising out of the soil beneath her bare feet.

“This is ok, isn’t it?” she whispered as she gyrated her pelvis against the tree. She wasn’t sure if this silent being had given its consent to be ravished by her, but the sap that had started to dribble out of its trunk told her is was more than ok for her to explore and enjoy herself upon this most perfect of wooded giants.

She felt her cunt start to throb with the quickening approach of her climax. She could taste the sap upon her lips as she cried out her pleasure and rode her tree until she crumbled to the ground in a fit of tears.

“Thank you, my dearest, for grounding me and delighting me. It has been such a rough week,” she whimpered with a smile as she picked herself up off the ground.

She pressed her forehead against him once more and closed her eyes in gratitude.

“Until next time…” she said as she turned to stumble back to the cabin, wholly sated, with branches, leaves, sap and moss adorning her hair and clothing, and a trail of salt brine streaming from between her shakey legs.


Erotic Tale #4: Surrounded

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She lay on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on her. She was lost in a maelstrom of orgasmic bliss as she played with her slippery pussy, and squeezed her pert nipples. She was not entirely aware of the throng of men surrounding the bed, each one fully clothed save for their exposed, turgid cocks, which they were all working up and down, up and down, as if in a barely controlled state. They were grunting, moaning, growling their respective pleasure. One guy kept ordering her to stick her fingers in her moist cunt. Sometimes she would oblige; other times… no.

This was their privilege. To see her come undone before them. An absolute mess. A true cum slut in her element. But not their cum slut; rather, her own.

She knew they wanted to possess her, to covet her body, to enter all of her orofices, to coat her in their semen and mark her as their territory. But the rule was no touching anything other than their own members. No possession allowed. Not a fucking chance.

As she began to approach her climax, which was obvious by her increasingly desperate whimpers, each man began to fire off rope after rope of hot viscous spunk upon her body. Ok, so maybe their man-milk could touch her; every other part of them was strictly verboten.

After she came, she rubbed the collective pool of cum all over her writhing, glistening body, giggling like a naughty little school girl playing with glue.

Then she ordered them all to leave her alone so she could have more fun… all by herself… with her toys and her savagely tainted imagination.

She didn’t really need them there anyway, but it was a thrill just the same to tease and torment, and dangle without feeling the need or desire to deliver a single thing.


Erotic Tale #3: Virtual Masturbation Party

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She was writhing and moaning as she held her clit sucker up against her pulsating pearl. She knew they were watching her from her open Skype app. It made her nervous, but also exceedingly aroused. She tried not to dwell on what she looked like in that moment or the animalistic grunts emitting from her salivating mouth. She was trying to focus on the bliss she was experiencing from her toy and from the building anticipation of her inevitably volcanic climax.

She glanced over at the screen and could see them each jacking or jilling their respective genitalia. She could hear their exclamations of arousal, and it fueled her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She heard them cheering her on, “Yes, TJ. Cum for us.” “Get that cum, Empress!” She could also hear the wet frenzied sounds of his hand moving up and down his considerable length, and the buzz of the other female’s vibrator. They were getting close as well, and she wasn’t sure if she could hold back any longer.

She felt herself approaching the crest of her gargantuan pleasure as she panted closer and closer to completion.

“Oh gawwwd! Oh fuuuuck!” She growled. “Yes! Go for it. You’re so fucking hot!” She heard him say in between her own moans. The other girl was very much in her own zone as she was practically speaking in tongues.

Then before she knew it, her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, sending her into a violent state of barely controlled screams of terrifying pleasure. Nectar blasted out her like a geyser. She released her clit sucker, now dripping with her ample juices, and she began to cry softly. She was not even aware that her audience/masturbation mates were also releasing their own theatrical orgasms. She caressed her heaving breasts as she turned to her virtual fuck friends.

“Oh, you guys always encourage me to be my best self,” she rasped as she caught her breath and pushed her tears away. They all giggled and issued their hasty goodbyes as they embarked on the rest of their days, each one hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away from the other. Separated by vast distances, but joined by deep mutual attraction… and cum.


*I have no clue if you can actually have a Skype video conference with multiple people. Maybe I should find out… but what a delicious fantasy. This sounds like a great way to start the day! Anyone ever do this?

Erotic Tale #2 : The Bus Ride

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She sat in a corner pocket seat in the back of the packed city bus. It was always busting at this time, a torrent of sweaty bodies belonging to people of all varieties: high school and college students, young moms pushing gigantic baby carriages, suits, working class, everybody all together, charging at the speed of rush-hour traffic towards their respective days.

She always got a thrill when doing the unexpected and unseen in plain sight. Writing smut on her phone next to an obviously modest and religious older woman. Checking out male “packages” behind opaque sunglasses. Going to work commando… in a dress. To name just a few ways in which she got her jollies on a regular basis.

Today, she was commando… again… but wearing a pair of vibrating ben-wa balls deep inside her well-toned pussy. No one could see the remote she was palming. She was waiting for the right moment when the bus reached maximum capacity, before flicking that switch… and her erect little bean.

When the bus couldn’t get any more full, when people were practically hanging over her, when she could feel the breathe of other passengers reach her nostrils, when they were almost too close for comfort, she pressed the button on her remote and closed her eyes. She could sense her sex awakening from the soft undulations of the gyrating little balls hidden way up her snatch. She pressed her legs closer together to intensify the expanding pleasure. She moved a hand under the backpack on her lap to gain secret access to her well, which was starting to brim over with liquid joy.

She could feel her nectar start to trickle out in a little stream; if she were standing, you would have been able to see it twising around her shapely legs and pooling at her feet. She had made sure to lift her skirt before sitting so that the material on the seat absorbed her ejaculate rather than the skirt itself. She didn’t want to ruin it.

Also… she liked the thought of an unsuspecting passenger (preferably someone who appears visibly religious, someone who would think her reprehensibly sinful) sitting on the evidence of her arousal.

With that one little thought, she had a full body orgasm which she hid with the skill of a masturbating ninja.

“I don’t know why it turns me on so much to wet my seat…,” she thought to herself with a mischievous grin as she stood up to navigate her way off the impossibly packed city bus. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone take her seat, and her clit jerked back to full post-orgasmic wakefulness, ready for another round.


Erotic Tale #1: The New Toy

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She lay on the bathroom floor, her hair splayed is all directions like errant tentacles, convulsing from yet another squirting orgasm. She drenched two towels this time, but didn’t give a fuck at this point because she was still delirious from her climax.

“What an interesting toy…”, she cooed to her new ovipositor, which resembled a gigantic freakishly veiny blue alien cock. She brought it to her lips and lapped up her own dripping juice as she basked in the afterglow of the best orgasm of her life. She bared down one last time, and pushed out the remaining eggs with a deliciously tortured moan.


I do not have a fetish for oviposition… that I know of; rather I just discovered the term today and googled it. I wasn’t satisfied with my findings, so I just hit Pornhub. Sure enough, you can watch oviposition porn. Though it doesn’t do much for me to watch it… I do kind of get it. I think you have to be into monster and alien shit to get it.

I also felt it would be fun to feature something rather extraordinary and strange… and frankly, a little disconcerting as fodder for my first foray into fictional fuckery.