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EROTIC ROMANCE: THE LOVER by Verline Seremy | GBAMLOG.COM

Facing my bedroom window, I wait. “Soon he will come,” I think
aloud. “Yeah, he will be here.”

Nevertheless, as I continued to reassure myself of the latter, something at the back of my mind was telling me otherwise. “What if he doesn’t come? What if he doesn’t want me anymore?”

Unable to stand the unknown, I walk over to sit at the foot of my bed with a heartfelt sigh. And once again, I wait. It is but two minutes to midnight and yet I am already burning for him. Slowly my body temperature rises. I can feel tiny drops of sweat drip through the crevice between my breasts. This sweet seducer of my dreams is finally a reality. No longer do I imagine the feel of his hands caressing the length of my person nor do I lick my lips in hope that I might taste the juices of a kiss that never was. For when he touches me and stakes his claim, we join together in a sensual dance of lovemaking. Rather than individuals competing in a game of possession, we are one soul riding in a quest towards utter fulfillment.

Trapped in my state of reverie, the realization that I am no longer alone takes a moment to dawn on me. The sensation that I am being watched sends chills running through my spine. I look over towards the bedroom door. It was him. And there he stood, a work of art. My Achilles’ heel. So perfect that no amount of words could even begin to do him just.

At about 6 feet 2 inches, my Adonis had an amazing allure that could turn any sane women’s head. Not to mention that he looked damn good in silk pajama bottoms. With a broad chest and an undeniably muscular physique, he made my mouth water. His face was even more captivating. My lover had the perfect bone structure with a stern square jaw to match, a straight nose, and the most inviting, yet kissable lips. His eyes were the color of deep, rich chocolate that I, on a number of occasions, found myself wallowing in. And to top it all off, he was blessed with a radiant skin that looked and tasted like the delectable flavor of Hershey’s chocolate. He was gorgeous.

Appearing out of nowhere, like he always did, he gazed all over the length of my person. It was a look that spoke of pure hunger. As if he were a ferocious wolf on the hunt and I, a gentle rabbit that would be his prey. A wicked grin slowly begins to spread across his face. The smirk both stated yet challenged. He was willing to play the cat and mouse game because, in the end, he knew there would only be one victor. Him.

As he walks toward me I realize that he carries one, long stemmed, red rose. “For me?” I purr, reaching out to take the flower. Shaking his head “no”, he moves the rose out of my reach and hides it behind his back, never taking his eyes off of me. It was part of a game we played. Never did we open our mouths to verbally speak to one another, but rather leaving it up to our eyes, minds, and bodies to do our talking. The sensations were both exciting and erotic at the same time.

All of a sudden, before I know it, I’m laying flat on my back. At this point he is just a few inches away and yet that is still too far. I can feel his warm breath against my face and his strong body half sprawled over mine. I want more. Suddenly nothing mattered, but him, I, and this moment. Taking his head in between my hands, I bend his head down until his lips gently touch mine. In that sweet yet brief contact, I feel a jolt of energy pass between us. We look into each other’s eyes and everything seems clear.

Palming his head once more, I kissed him as if my whole life depended on it. As our tongues intertwine in a battle of wills, I am breathless.

“Touch me, tease me, and show me” I cry. And that is exactly what he does.

Quickly striping each other of our clothes we jump into bed and under the covers. And this time he lies between my thighs. Then taking the rose in hand, he gently trails it down my head, nose, and lips with small kisses to follow. But he doesn’t stop there. Down my neck, between my breast, and lower the rose goes and still more hot trails of kisses follow.

I’m going crazy with need. I want more and more and more. He caresses me, teases me, and showers me with love and tenderness. But once again I want more. I feel like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces if he doesn’t fill me fast.

“I want you now,” I cry. “Please,” I beg, not waiting for him to answer before pulling him astride me. “Come to me”.

Then to my shock he answers me with a “Yes” and fills me over and over again. He takes me to heaven and back and heaven and back in a climax so powerful, it works the depths of my soul. As he takes me to unknown heights, I think to myself I am in heaven.

*******

Suddenly, I awaken. I am alone. Where is my lover? Where has he gone? Has he left? Why do I still have my nightgown? Then something dawns on me. A wicked grin slowly begins to spread across my face. I say to myself, “Mmmm…what a nice dream.”

THE END

EROTIC ROMANCE: IN FRANCE WITH THOMAS by Eatsmeow | GBAMLOG.COM


She didn’t know why she was doing this, but she like it. It was exciting walking up those steps and into his apartment. Never would she think her trip would lead her to this- to Thomas.

All it took was just those first few words, “bonjour mon cheri,” and she wanted him. Hard inside her. And her lack of any finesse in his native tongue didn’t seem to deter him. Bumping into him in the cafe turned into lunch with a stranger, to whispering nothings in the corner of a booth, to going to his apartment a few blocks away.

Soon enough she found herself in his room, the two of them looking each other over. “Deshabiller,” he said softly. She wasn’t sure what that meant until he hands reached up to the top button of his own shirt.

She pulled her shirt over her head, and then let her skirt fall to the floor. He was down to just underwear when she undid her bra and let it drop. His eyes went back and forth between each full breast. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and she wondered if he noticed.

He pulled his underwear off and she took in the sight of his cock. He was hard but not yet fully erect. She had never been with a man before and he looked larger than she imagined a real cock might be. But it excited her and made that feeling of wanting to feel him inside her stronger.

She reached her fingers under the band of her thong and gently started to pull down. He grabbed her by the wrist, “non.” He pulled her in close and kissed her, one arm around the small of her waist, the other extending a hand to her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him.

Keeping her close he walked her over to the bed and with one final kiss pushed her down. He climbed up her body, kissing all her curves along the way, until meeting her eyes. “Do you trust me?” Thomas said through a thick accent. “Yes,” she whispered.

He smiled before giving her a love bite on her neck, pacifying the sting with wet kisses when he was done. He gave one of her nipples a small taste before standing up and walking to one of the posts near her head. “Ton poignet,” he said grabbing at her wrist. Thomas cuffed her wrists and hooked her to the bottom loop as she looked at the tall posts on each corner of them bed, all of them having several loops at different heights to hook onto. Then he tied down her legs. He had her bend them completely and then tied her down with them spread wide. “Mmm, vous etes souple,” he said when he was finished.

She could feel how wet her panties were now and wanted him so badly to rip them off her and give her the pleasure she was craving. Instead he spent time on her tits. Massaging, kissing, flicking, sucking. He took his time enjoying her ample breasts and teasing her little pink nipples.

It felt like an eternity before he moved further down, kissing the outside of her panties. She knew she was soaking through the fabric, the feeling of Thomas’ lips only making it worse. And then he started with his tongue.

It didn’t take long before his tongue found it’s way under the fabric. Still he did nothing but tease her. She wanted him to move to her opening, but he spent all his time on the outer lips, licking and sucking, and biting. Her hips were bucking when he finally gave into her, forcing his tongue as far as he could through her slit.

She moaned the moment his tongue entered. Soon he moved to her clit and soon after that she felt her first orgasm over take her body. She could feel her chest flushing. It was difficult to breath. Her nipples hardened with every buck of her hips. And she let out moans and whimpers of ecstasy.

Thomas didn’t stop until his licks made her twitch. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath before testing his power, licking across her clit slowly. She immediately gave out a small whimper and twitch. “Tu es sensible, j’aime ca. Je veux que tu sois plus sensible a mon contact.”

He reached into his bedside drawer pulling out a cock ring with large nub on one end. After pulling it on he laid over her kissing her passionately, slowly pushing a finger inside her. “You are quite tight, I will be as gentle as I can until you adjust. I want you to be a good girl and cum on my cock before I really fuck you.”

With that he sat up and positioned his cock at her entrance, nothing but the thin fabric of her thong blocking him. He slowly pushed at her opening, teasing her until her hips began to buck again, and turned his vibrating cock ring on. Each hand wrapped around the band of her panties and pulled hard ripping her last protection from his throbbing cock.

He was slow pressing the tip in, watching her expression as the innocence of virginity disappeared and was replaced by a look of desire. He kept pushing in slowly until the nub of his cock ring sat against her clit. He held her there firmly as small bucks and moans were replaced by desperate bucking and moaning. It didn’t take long for her to cum not once but twice and finally she was ready to fully receive him.

He started slow pulling almost completely out of her before pressing back in. He picked up the pace until she was on the edge of cumming and then slowed back down. He kept at it until she was begging.

“Please let me cum. Please, I need to cum so bad. I need to cum for you.”

He dismounted long enough to pull off her restraints to move her to the end of the bed. He put her on her knees and spread them wide, her hands bracing the board at the foot of the bed, slightly bending over. A mirror a few feet in front of her gave him full view of her hanging tits and slick pussy as he positioned himself behind her.

This time he entered her quickly and hard. She gasped and then purred as he fucked her roughly. She came just as he moved one hand from her hips to her clit. After finishing on his fingers he took her wetness and coated her ass. The tight hole now being slick he rubbed back and forth sending her into another orgasm as he prodded a finger in shallowly.

He was close now and wanted to cum in her, but the hole he wanted to cum in he could feel was not ready to take him, yet. When he was close he pulled out from her and pressed his cock against her ass. He pressed just hard enough to open take in the tip as he came, wanting so badly to enter her there fully.

After filling her he pulled out slowly after thrusting in a tiny bit more, the two of them panting. He grabbed her neck passionately and kissed her. “I want to do more with you,” he said, “I want to make your pussy mine.” She kissed him again and he had his answer. After a few kisses he pulled away from her and went to pulling something from under his bed. He placed it at the end of the bed beside her.

It was large, shaped like half a barrel, with a silicone cover on the top of it and a large lump at one end. She had no idea what it was. “Straddle it,” he said, and she followed his direction. He moved her hips where he wanted them until her clit was resting tightly again the lump. He grabbed a remote and knelt behind her.

Kissing her neck he pressed the first button and the vibrations started. She let out a quick breath and he turned it up, biting her neck. He moved her through each setting until it was on the highest vibrate. “Je t’aurai sur le balcon plus tard au coucher du soleil,” he whispered in her ear. Then he laid down and watched her hips buck against the machine as she moaned his name- Thomas.

ROMANCE NON FICTION: MY CLASSMATE by Huaming An | GBAMLOG.COM

In China every student is assigned a desk to share with another student. Only in college where students move from classroom to classroom each lesson is this not so. People must have stories about their classmates they have shared desks with. Whether you like or not, someone there sitting beside you from every single sunrise to sunset.

Approximately twelve classmates I met, who once shared a desk with me, occupy the memory of my youth, each of which is like a treasure of mine, sneaking into my dreams occasionally, dragging me back to that extraordinary time and bringing tears to my eyes unwittingly. Among them, swallow, a nickname of a girl, was the last one.

She was my classmate but not the one sitting beside me at the very beginning. One rumour related to her, which I never care about, caused the teacher, who was responsible for this class, to decide to exchange her seat. So, she became the one sitting beside me. We were not well known to each other before, since she was as ordinary as other classmates to my mind. However, she became the unique one as time went by.

Pink T-shirt coupled with a skirt comprised her style in summer, this is how she always appears in my mind. Sweet smile with white neat teeth but one slightly askew was her mark. Tranquilly, elegantly and gently the way she sat could make the entire world silent, quiet and peaceful. No one, deeply with their heart, could help stopping being attracted by her, at least for me.

She was my classmate. The more I kept contact with her, the more I was fascinated by her. Good at English but not physics, she played a role of English tutor to me. Including her, A few girls sitting around me, were considered to be “live dictionaries”, since I am too lazy to check any English word myself. No fighting between us, no imaginary boundary separating us in the middle of the desk, we had a harmonious relationship which was abnormal since a girl and a boy always quarrel at that age as it seemed hard for them to make an agreement.

The farewell was in a gorgeous day, sunshine, a little breeze and amiable temperature, but I am sad. A small pack of plum candy was the last gift I gave her. Just as a piece of cloud floating away, she had gone and disappeared. People yearning for light in a deep dark night, flowers longing for rain and dew in severe droughty weather, I am missing her.

Although thirteen years past, she is still vivid in my mind, as the things happened yesterday. With a book under arm, sneaking to the classroom from the back door and quietly sitting beside her, I repeat it in almost every dream. I am missing her.

Considering herself as an elder sister of mine, smiling in a little bit smirk way, careful doing everything but in fact faltering sometimes, she was an ordinary girl whilst distinctive and unique. She has held all my heart those many years, resulting in no place for any other person. She was a disaster for me at that age.

With strong will, I can fulfill every dream through hard work. But like a boxer fighting in cotton, or birds flying in water, no matter what a strong will I have, I have little chance to capture her. Regardless of how wonderful she is, how sweet her smiles, and how elegant her postures, she, from the very beginning, is just not my destination.

ROMANCE CLASSICS: THE STRENGTH OF FIRST LOVE by Cristelle Grenade | GBAMLOG.COM

There is no way of explaining it except to say that it was an instant attraction. Almost electrifying. You know, like the ones you only read in romance novels. You are probably telling yourself; «she’s exaggerating» right now. And you might be right! It’s been seventeen years after all. I’ve read countless romance novels since then. But I have to say though, this man made a damn good impression on me. So good I feel this overwhelming need to share it with you. So bear with me please!

He had this air of superiority about him. Like, he was someone important. Now, looking back, I have to say he appeared more like a leader. One ready to make a change in the world and I was ready to follow. You get what I’m trying to say, he made an impact on my life. A big one! So big in fact, it changed my perception of men and love for life, which set a standard or a pattern if you will, to what future men have been up against ever since.

I was sixteen going on seventeen when we met. It was 1998 and people who knew me then use to say that I was blessed with a rare beauty. I had long curly hair, that I wore straight most times. Curls weren’t a trend back then. Not like today where everywhere you turn, whether its on youtube, facebook or on the streets, girls are rocking their curls. Besides, having long hair in itself was seen as an out of the ordinary beauty for people of color. Back then, people in the black community saw that as having good hair. To add to all of that beauty, I was kissed by the sun and had this golden cafe-au-lait complexion, big dark brown eyes that I’ve been teased for when I was younger, but by the time I was a teenager those eyes did nothing but complemented my heart-shaped face. The fact that my womanly shape developed at an early age didn’t hurt at all either. My aunt, my dad’s only sister, was a seamstress and created dress molds to the shape of me and my cousins bodies. We were always dressed in our best whenever we were in public. And that particular day in 1998, I was in a new orange lycra and black lace backless dress that screamed attention when I walked into a room. And attention I got. His attention in particular.

We couldn’t take our eyes off each other. It was the engagement party of my dad’s cousin, Gerard, whom we all refer to as Co. I know what you are thinking. Why Co right? Well don’t ask. I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one. Anyway, it was Co’s engagement party and there were guests from both his and his fiancés side of the family. Everyone was busy socializing and dancing to the music. I was sitting in a corner of the room and this sexy, charming boy with the most disarming smile was helping with refilling drinks. We didn’t say a word to each other. Our eyes were doing the talking for most of the party. When the party was nearing the end, he approached me, extended his hand for a dance. I put my hand in his and I felt a warmth radiate through my body and tingle my palm, binding my hand with his. At that moment, I knew. He was mine and I was his.

We didn’t talk during the dance. We didn’t even look into each others’ eyes. We just merged our bodies together into a slow dance. I could feel his breath tickling the skin around my ears, swaying to the rhythm of his heart beating against my chest. My palms were sweaty in his hand and his other hand burning the spot where it laid on my lower back.
«Meet me in the corridor» he said and released me, which left me confused until I noticed the song had ended.
I made my way to the corridor. He was standing against the wall. One of his legs bended to the knee and the sole of his foot rested flat against the wall. He looked cool and my sixteen years-old brain was making plans for a future with him even before our first kiss.

When I approached him, he held my hands in his and we talked. I can’t remember everything that was said, but I remember him telling me his name and that he was the soon to be brother-in-law of Co. And the last thing I remember was him pulling me close and our lips met and merged into the most perfect toe-curling kiss. A kiss, I would remember on and off during these years. A kiss I’ll compare to every kiss thereafter.

In the room near the end of corridor, I heard my dad calling my name. I jumped and my hands slipped from his just as my dad rounded the corner and appeared in the Corridor. He looked at me confused, not understanding why I let go of his hand, but I ignored him and concentrated on my dad’s angry face.
«We are leaving. Go say goodbye to the family.» Dad said and went back in the dance hall.
«I have to go!» I said hurriedly.
«Ok» he said and gave me his number which I committed to memory since I didn’t have a cellphone. «Call me» and little did I know at the time that this day had marked the beginning of a seventeen year-long struggle. Love will be felt, lost and regained. Distance will mend relationships and force choices that will destroy other bonds and yet only one will matter in the end. The impact of this first encounter. This bond and love that formed between these two teenagers that many tried to fight against and lost.

EROTIC ROMANCE: MY HOT TEACHER by MyDarkSide |GBAMLOG.COM

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My English Lit teacher is blonde, twenty-nine, married, with a two year old child and hot. Every male in the school over puberty lusts after her, staff and pupils.

She wore two types of skirts both short, that showed off her long slim legs to perfection, the first was really short and tight hugging hers hips and barely covering her bum, the other type which I preferred was slightly longer but more flouncy and soft that moved and swayed when she walked. Also tight fitting low cut tops that had her boobs on show, the boys in my class argued whether she wore push up bras or not: she didn’t they stood proud on their own, I know.

I found out one Saturday by chance. It was approaching exam time and I knew I needed some extra tuition to improve my chance of getting good grades so I could go to sixth-form college, so agreed with my parents that I would do some private tuition on a Saturday morning. My dad had arranged a tutor through a local agency, and as I was just sixteen and not yet able to drive had dropped me off at the tutor’s house. I walked up the drive, rang the bell when the door opened there was Mrs Evans.

“Good morning, you must be my pupil, oh it’s you Jonathan,” she said, “this is embarrassing as I shouldn’t tutor someone from my own class, but now you’re here you had better come in anyway.”

I went into her house and followed her down the hall way to the living room, she looked stunning in a flaming orange, micro mini skirt, low cut cropped teal top, white strappy sandals, and I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. As she walked down the hall way her skirt was swaying and I saw she was wearing matching orange panties, I took my time following her admiring the view.

“As you’re here now I think we can go through this session and I will arrange a new tutor for you for next week, is that ok?”

“Yes Miss, er are we alone?”

“Yes, my husband has taken the baby to his mums for the morning.”

We started on the tuition which was a bit funny as we were studying “Women in Love” and “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” both of which have passages with a sexual content and I was getting a little worked up, as my hot teacher was standing very close to me.

After an hour we stopped and Mrs Evans said to me.

“Jonathan, what type of literature do you think these are, erotic or pornographic?”

“Miss, I don’t understand.”

She then went on to explain the difference between erotic literature, where there is more of a story that builds up the tension and characters, where as pornographic is more “wham bam thank you mam”.

“Oh come here I’ll show you.” She said and opened up a couple of websites and showed me examples of both types. The descriptions in both were pretty explicit and I was getting more and more excited reading and discussing this with my hot teacher who was in very sexy clothing and standing in close proximity to me, but at the same time I was going red with embarrassment at the content.

“Jonathan, do you see the different genres there are, one of them is MILFs, do you know what a MILF is?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Do you think I am a MILF?”

I couldn’t believe she had asked me that I didn’t know what to say, “Er I’m not sure Miss.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well, I’ve always thought that MILFs were much older than you and not as sexy looking, but technically I suppose you are.” Oh God had I just said that to my teacher, had I just called her sexy.

She gave me a funny look then said, “Why technically Jonathan?”

“You are a mother.”

“So the M part is covered I am a Mother, what about the I.L.F., I’d like to fuck?”

“Oh yes Miss.”

With that answer she grabbed me pushed her fantastic body against mine and kissed me like I had never been kissed before, I’m not a virgin but have had very little experience with the girls in my year all sweaty fumbles, this was on a different level. She leaned hard against me as she pushed me up against the wall pinning me there.

Her kisses intensified if they could, her tongue pushing into my mouth and playing with mine, and I don’t know how but I suddenly felt her hand inside my pants stroking my cock. I reached up and pushed her top up and took it off as she raised her arms over her head, giving me a view of her tits for the first time, they were firm just a handful in-size with small nipples that were standing up. I broke the kiss and dropped my head to her boobs and took one in my mouth whilst caressing her other boob teasing the erect nipple with one hand. She didn’t stop or fight me off but began to moan slightly saying, “Oh yes, oh yes, keep doing that.”

I dropped my free hand pushed it up under her skirt and inside her panties and pushed three fingers straight into her pussy, it was wet and hot and soft. I started to moan now.

She whispered in my ear, “Fuck me now, hard and fast, as hard and fast as you can.” At the same time she placed my cock to the entrance of her pussy and guided it in. “Go on now fuck me for God’s sake.”

I didn’t need a second asking and slammed into her as far as I could as she lifted her legs off the floor and round my waist so I was supporting her and her weight was coming down onto my cock. I kept thrusting as hard and fast as I could, feeling her velvet pussy caressing my cock. All the time she was shouting, “Oh God fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, oh yes!”

Suddenly she stopped pushing back, her pussy muscles began to clench my cock in increasing frenzy as she began to pant and then with a scream came. She was going wild, grabbing my arse pulling me into her, digging her nails in, scratching my back and as she came she sunk her head into my should and sank her teeth into me in pure lust.

I was still hard inside her as she lowered her legs and stood up; she pushed away from me and pulled me out. I was devastated I hadn’t come yet. Had I done something wrong?

She looked at me with glazed, unfocused lust filled eyes knelt on all fours with her back to me and said, “Not finished yet, take me doggy style, but we’ll be a bit slower this time.”

Somehow in the action I had lost all my clothes and her panties were on the floor.

I knelt behind her admiring the view of her ass, her pussy lips looked swollen and the interior was wet and glistening, her skirt was still on riding high on her hips, this seemed sexier to me than if she was naked before me. I knelt behind her, placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and rubbed it up and down her before slowly pushing into her, it was heaven, the best feeling I was ever likely to have, or so I thought.

As I pushed in her muscles clenched me hard then began squeezing me working from the base to the head, I kept up a steady rhythm, pushing long and slow into her pussy holding onto her hips then ran my hands up her tight firm body ending up at her boobs, I cupped them both, squeezing and kneading them, then tweaking and twirling her nipples meanwhile she had reached one hand down and was playing with her clit.

I felt my intensity rising and began to increase the speed and depth of my actions, she responded in kind and began pushing back on me so hard and fast.

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