Modeling

The journey north. I woke slowly, feeling Gem's warm body pressing against my back whilst Magda and I were still spooned. Magda's left leg was clamped between mine, the warmth of it was comforting and erotic. I lay for long seconds enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed against me. "I need shower." Magda murmured before stretching and pushing her ass hard against me. "Mmmm good idea, Eric and I can share a shower after you and he can wash my back." Gemma replied quietly. "Pity we not all fit in shower." Magda sounded wistful. "All that soap and flesh! It would be an accident waiting to happen, besides I would like a little me time with our husband, please?" Gemma replied. "Okay, is good."Magda replied brightly. "Three would never fit in the shower anyway." Gem replied. I kissed Magda's shoulder before she got out of bed and I watched her walk naked to the bathroom admiring her figure and pert ass. "Mmm

2046: A New World Order Chapter 1 - Li This story has strong female domination and homoerotic themes. If you are offended by such, do not read. This level of depravity is not to be taken lightly and the deeper down the rabbit hole you go the more you will find that may offend you. You have been warned! All characters in this story are over the age of 18. The entire story is fiction as are all characters. Any likeness a character has to someone in real life is merely circumstantial. This story may not be copied without the direct permission of the author (me!) If you enjoy the story or have any (positive or constructive) comments, please let me know. ***** This is an anthology of erotic stories from different people living in a future ran by women. Chapter 1 is the story of Li. ***** It's the year 2039: Everything has changed. It all started on 6th March 2025. the Feminist movement was gaining momentum across America and Europe. Women were being pushed for leaders and for higher p

Armando walked up to the bar. He was surprised a small roller rink would have such a great selection of craft beers. He decided to go with a dark amber and a Double Tequila Añejo. After receiving his drinks, he headed to stand at the counter that stretched around the rink. He watched the crowd of people go around and around, some doing unique moves on their skates, others simply following the crowd flow. The music made the skaters move in unison as they danced. There was one particular person that caught his attention. It was a woman, auburn long hair, red smiling lips, a white blouse that stretched to her busty breasts. He especially liked her coral blue skirt and the way the air controlled it as she skated and danced around the rink. Her thick, muscular legs in thin knee-high stalkings moved in rhythm to the music as she glided across in her cute sky-blue skates. The rink's colorful lights painted her milky-white skin. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Time slowed every

New author here. Comments and advice appreciated! Slow boil, no sex til the sequel... "Jamie, pull up at the finish! We're down to port," Marissa called out. Lucky, I thought. If she had to correct someone I wanted it to be me, not the guy 2nd from bow. Fuck this is getting ridiculous. Sitting in 5 I couldn't see her except when we stopped, but I knew what she looked like in the cox seat. Her 5'1" frame folded easily into the narrow space. She'd be leaning forward, gripping the gunnel and the steering string. I don't know if it was deliberate, but she'd have a bit of a frown and sly smile. "Power 30 in 2," she ordered. Thank goodness, nearly there, I thought. We'd gone up the power pyramid by tens to sixty so we had just three more sets. At the catch she called out, "2". I smashed the footboard. My blade got super heavy and I ripped water. Oops, guess no one else is starting early, I thought. "1" she called o

It has been a few years presently, we attended the nudist camp whenever we could, and my modest wife has succumbed to the enjoyment of the camp. The freedom she felt was evident in her happier disposition after we came home from the camp. Becky also liked the attention she received from the males at the camp. She reluctantly modeled nude at first for an art group I was part of. She has since become accustomed to be the only nude female in a group of male artists. We were close to forty when the next chapter of our life started with an ad for a female model. The advertiser would pay twenty-five dollars an hour for the model. This was at the time the internet was not prevalent in our lives. I just arrived home from work, my wife came over and gave me a kiss with a paper in her hand. "I was looking through the paper you brought home and there is an ad for a female model. They will pay twenty-five dollars an hour. What do you think, should I call and find out about it?" "It