Stockings & Suspenders

Stockings & Suspenders
by Jonathan Eddington



She chose her favourite stockings, sheer black with lacy top,
And matching black suspender belt, to ensure they don't drop,
With tight white blouse and mini skirt, and high heels that would stop,
Dead in their tracks all men that saw, her walking past the shop.

Her heart did race as out she went, to meet her special guy,
Enjoying the attention from, each person she went by,
Their eyes ran up each silky leg, and lingered at her thigh,
Her soft white skin so welcoming, and easy on the eye.

With every step the mini skirt, it showed a little more,
Now just below her bare butt cheeks, her pulse began to soar,
What else she'd show if she bent down, beside the cafe door?
She'd flash her clear arousal too, with what she hadn't wore.

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The Story so Far - part 2

Yesterday I told you about my introduction to sex stories and one that stuck in my memory. Today find out how I came to see my first porn video.

The Story so Far - part 1

This is the story of how I came to write erotic stories.

Dreaming of You 4 - The Maid

Dreaming of You 4 - The Maid

by Jonathan Eddington

I had a dream about you last night. A hot, sweaty, climactic dream...

Like all dreams it begins in the middle. In this case, the middle of our new young maid cleaning the front room of our million pound mansion. On a huge ornate sofa we are sat in our luxurious bathrobes. On the other side of the room our maid cleans and tidies in the skimpy uniform you provided. As she bends away from us to pick something up, not only does she have to place a hand across her chest to stop her small, pert breasts from sliding out, but her skirt rises so high we can see her white lace panties and the tight curves of her buttocks. I find myself wishing it was you and gaze lovingly into your eyes.

Leaning close, you kiss and nibble my ear as your hand slides into my gown, over my muscular chest, down to my firm stomach, and stops at my crotch. Swiftly I grow hard as your delicate fingers tease my balls then run up and down the full length of my growing erection. Within moments the front of my robe resembles a huge tent. It falls open, exposing me to the room, as you lift your hand from me.

Feeling incredibly turned on at the thought of being seen by our maid, I open the top of your robe freeing your big, beautiful breasts. You sit back and gasp lightly as I tease a nipple with my fingers. The sound causes the maid to glance in our direction. Briefly she stops, a shocked look on her face, but looks away and returns to her duties.

Holding my hand to your breast you kiss me deeply and grasp my erection firmly. With slow deliberate strokes you begin to rub it, as I gently squeeze first one breast then the other. Again the maid looks round, only this time for longer. Your hand moves faster, and now it is my turn to gasp at the pleasure your giving me. This time the maid turns to look right at us for a moment, then moves to dust the enormous fireplace on the side wall. We see her eyes glance at our reflection in the silver candlesticks on the mantelpiece. As you continue to slowly rub my shaft, the young maid moves to the end nearest us. Now she can clearly see us in the almost wall length mirror that hangs on this side of the fireplace.

It feels so naughty having someone there as we play with each other. But will she stay as things heat up?