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New Neighbor It was the start of an ordinary day, the middle of the week, with your head already full of work, when you entered the elevator. Your perfume, your friendly but not lingering smile; impossible not to draw her curves with my eyes... a new neighbor in the building. My day started better, I confess. You invaded my desires. Every day I noticed something different about you, but your smile and perfume roamed my thoughts daily, and drove me crazy in our meetings in the elevator. Your smile in your eyes, stop breathing for a few long moments, makes me want you ardently. I shuddered to discover his balcony next to mine, and from then on, it became my favorite place in my apartment. Her routine of watering the plants in just a baggy T-shirt, with bare feet, took me to another planet. Suddenly our gaze crossed and we talked. I floated. You slow danced for me, revealing your tiny panties, and your nice ass. Aiii that horny, I wanted you more than anything. In the midst of that dance, you would deliciously pass your hand over your lips, with the other you would squeeze your breast. I was dominated by impulse and started touching myself right there, facing you. I felt alive, potent. The two of us together, dancing and moaning, a great pleasure. His gaze invited me in, and I went out into the hallway and found the door open waiting for me. #erotic tale

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One day, a friend and I were in a cafe, talking, when we saw an attractive man walk through the door! He was tall, not muscular, but he was big, dark, dark eyes, big mouth… We looked at each other and followed the boy with our eyes until he sat down. We commented that he was handsome, continued our conversation, had our coffee and left. The other day, I called her and asked her to go to a pub, listen to some live music and have a drink. She came on time. We met there, sat near the front door and talked about the music, the atmosphere that was nice, the sound that was good to hear, the beer that was delicious.. until that same man from the day before entered the room. I nodded discreetly for my friend to look at and we were both flabbergasted at the coincidence. Again we followed him with our eyes and went back to talking. However, we were drinking and, after a few beers, the question came: who would get to him?! We played odd or even and she won. We were laughing and waiting for her to drink a few more shots of courage to finally go talk to him. Heinekens inside and she went to pee. I was at the table with our bags, fiddling with my cell phone, when I heard a “hi”. I looked ahead and it was the coffee man. I answered him and he asked me if he could talk to me and I said yes. He didn't imagine it but it was everything we wanted (lol). He told me he saw me and my friend at the cafe the day before and I said we saw him too. We greeted each other, he said his name and I said mine until my friend came back. I introduced them both and we continued to talk about yesterday. Insignificant things I don't even remember. However, the matter began to heat up when she said that she was getting the courage to go talk to him. He blushed with embarrassment and how cute we think that is! They both wanted to be with him and we didn't want to give it up. So, as there was only one alternative left, I said in a joking tone: “Li, let's have a threesome?!” And laughs. He laughed, my friend laughed. We laughed a lot, paid the orders and went to a motel! On the way, my friend went ahead and started kissing him, kissing and rubbing his dick, until she unzipped it and started sucking him while he was driving. Me looking at the scene with my mouth watering. We arrived at the motel, when we entered he came over to me, took me firmly by the never, and leaned hard against the wall and kissed me. Sweet kiss, big mouth, almost swallowed me whole. He was continuing to kiss me when we noticed my friend behind him, hugging. He turned and kissed her, but didn't let go of my hair, which was pulling hard, lifting my head slightly. He turned on his side and with the other hand lowered my friend's head to his cock, she gave him a blowjob while he kissed me. He carried me to the bed and took off my pants. My panties were black lace. He kissed my pussy over my panties and grabbed my friend. He squeezed her ass tight and took off her pants too. He asked me to kiss her, but I didn't. I didn't feel like kissing her. I couldn't kiss her. I'm bi, but friends are friends. He then came to me and said: "let me kiss you below and she kisses above". Well, with this proposal, who can resist?! She kissed me, he stayed a few seconds looking until he took off my panties and started sucking my pussy. Delicious! And she gets all wet just thinking about it. He sucked softly, gently, with a wet tongue and slowly. I nibbled lightly, and at the height of my lust, I pushed my friend away and pulled his head until he climbed on top of me and kissed me violently. I needed him to eat me right now. My pussy asked for penetration. I said softly: "eat me". And he took the condom and started eating me. My friend went to the fridge to get more beer while he fucked me hard and I moaned deliciously, feeling his cock fuck me. We didn't want him to come. So I asked him to stop and called my friend. He lay down on the bed and she sat on his face: he sucked her and I sucked him. She and I exchanged places, but she didn't suck him, she sat on his cock and I sat on her face. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I got off him, kissed him, discreetly ordered an Uber, put on my clothes and left. I texted my friend not to give him my number and that I left so she could have a good time with him. The other day, she told him how they ended the night.. I met him in a pub, I greeted him, but I didn't give him space for conversation. Now, I pretend I don't know him (lol). What was, was. #contoerotic

"Pure, magnetic and surprising...". Once, on a trip to Balneário Camboriú, SC, I decided to get dressed and go to a traditional and elegant electronic music club. I dressed up pompously, put on white linen pants and a beautiful off-white ruffled blouse. On her feet, a high-heeled boot. On the way to Praia Brava, I came across a simple and charming beachside bar. There was live music and a crowd drinking and smoking cigarettes. I decided to ask the driver to stop there. Obviously, I arrived and drew attention for my dress too elegant for the environment. After a while, a beautiful girl invited me to join the table, as she had asked me if I was alone. Chat goes, chat comes, I identified as bisexual and so did they. I kissed the girl who had invited me to the table. Then another girl told me she worked with adult content. I was pleasantly surprised and told them that I am the Philosopher, from Camera Privê. I showed my photos and videos and she invited me to record content with her. I was staying in a hotel right in the center of BC and she was in a rented space there in Itajaí. Then we went to her space. The atmosphere was very cozy, with motivations from the religious culture of India. She even had on her forehead The Sacred Point bindi, also known as Kumkum, mangalya, tilak, sindhoor among several other names, which is a makeup used on the forehead by Indian women. The term is derived from the word Bindu, which in Sanskrit means point. I told her that I love the culture of tantric sex, pompoarism. She promptly suggested that we shoot some pompous scenes. I never imagined that girl would make me have multiple orgasms! While I was pompous (which is the act of contraction and relaxation of the muscles of the vagina with those little balls that look like a necklace), she lightly touched my clitoris, the nipples of my breasts and kissed my ears. It was a mixture of the heat of sexual excitement and the cold of the month of April that entered the open window. I was even afraid of catching a cold, but I was too excited to stop and get dressed or close the window. She kissed my mouth with sweetness and I attacked with a lion in the flesh. I held back, I was very aggressive. I relaxed deliciously into a kiss, a touch on my breasts. She again lowered her fingers to my pussy. I removed the balls with a single impulse of the vagina muscles and let her only masturbate my clitoris. That scene lasted about twenty minutes. I came in waves. This is exactly the description of multiple orgasm: you feel waves! We pause the video. Now it was my time to give back... #contoerotic

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Your look is very striking. He invades the intimate in those few seconds before the kiss begins. I have unspoken certainties, uncontrollable desires. As I see you coming very close, I smell your perfume. He is citrus. His eyes looking deeply into mine. My pimple extremece. So you look at my mouth that way, until you finally touch it. It's more than enough delirium to know how tasty and exciting your kiss is. You kiss me and I feel your boner leaning against me. Without touching anything. Just kissing you. I want. I hold only the side of your face and with the other hand your neck. I kiss you enough to know I want more. But before I stop, I look at you. You smile. And I kiss more. • #short story

I found you on the beach, you were wearing a bikini with a red thong. Her transparent bathrobe, moving with the wind, revealed her thread between one breath and another of the breeze. I leaned against you full of desire, kissed your neck holding your hair. Your whole body shivered with my mouth kissing you. Her breasts were beautiful and extremely excited by my heat. I touched them and so this time, it was my body that shivered. You pulled on the bikini and I entered a little, your body moving, you devoured me right there. At that moment, an ocean called me to love, in front of the sea. #short story

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"Private Hearing" The cold lights of the law office were still on, even after 10 p.m. Silence reigned on the 20th floor, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Emanuelle's heels echoing down the granite hallway. She walked with the calm of someone who knows exactly what is going to happen—and what she will control. Theo was in the conference room, sitting at the head of the long oak table, with the documents from the Duarte case spread out in front of him. He didn't notice when she entered. He only realized her presence when he smelled her strong, sweet perfume invade the room. "Still working, Theo?" Her voice cut through the air like a velvet blade. He stood up immediately, almost like a conditioned reflex. "Y-yes, Dr. Emanuelle. I wanted to review the terms before sending them to the client." She walked slowly toward him, her dark eyes fixed on his. She wore a red silk shirt, open one button beyond the professional one, and a tight black pencil skirt that molded her body precisely. Every movement she made exuded authority and desire. “Always so devoted. Always so... obedient.” Theo swallowed hard. Emanuelle closed the distance between them and stood so close that he could feel the heat of her body. Without warning, she ran her hand through his tie and tugged it hard, making him lean toward her. “You want to please me, don’t you?” “I-I want to…” Then kneel down. He obeyed without hesitation, his knees touching the carpeted floor with almost religious submission. Emanuelle smiled, satisfied, as if watching a play she had written to perfection. She lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her black garter belt and the absence of any panties. “Look at me, Theo. I want to see in your eyes how much you are mine.” He looked up, panting. His mouth approached her exposed intimacy with reverence, as if in worship. She held his hair firmly and guided him. “Use that tongue as if your career depended on it.” Theo obeyed, diving between her legs hungrily. Emanuelle’s breathing began to get heavy, but she wouldn’t give up control. She straddled his face, grinding her hips with dominance, using him as she wanted. She moaned softly, in control, maintaining her goddess pose even at the height of pleasure. “That’s it. Licking it properly like a good, devoted intern.” After cumming on his face with a hoarse, muffled moan, she pulled away, wiping her fingers on his tie, as if she were marking her territory. “Take off your clothes. All of them.” Theo undressed quickly, his body trembling with excitement. She sat down on the swivel chair in the living room and crossed her legs. “Come here. On all fours.” He crawled toward her, his hard cock swinging beneath his body. “Grab my bag. There’s something for you in there.” Inside the bag, Theo found a metal butt plug, cold to the touch. “Put it in. Now. Show me how you deserve to be used.” With a trembling hand, he did as she told him, moaning softly as the plug slowly penetrated. Emanuelle watched with a smile of pure power. “Good little bitch.” She then made him lie on his back, and climbed on top of him firmly, sitting on his cock with one determined movement. She rode him hard, in absolute control, while holding his neck with her other hand. “Don’t cum until I tell you to. You’re my toy, understand?” “Y-yes, ma’am…” She was only allowed to cum when she reached her second orgasm, leaving nail marks on his chest and scratches on his ego—which he would use as a trophy. Then, still sitting on him, she lit a cigarette and looked at the clock. “It’s 11:10 p.m. In ten minutes, you’ll clean this room, get dressed, and give me the revised reports.” “Yes, Dr. Emanuelle.” She smirked, standing up with a slow sway. “And, Theo… tomorrow, bring a new toy. I like variety.” #eroticstory

It was a warm summer night, and the atmosphere was electrically charged with the anticipation of the big game between Palmeiras and Corinthians. I, a woman who has always loved to live intensely, was at home, surrounded by the excitement of a championship that divided opinions and hearts. My husband, a fervent Palmeiras fan, was anxiously in the living room, while his cousin, a Corinthians fan at heart, arrived with a mischievous smile and a few beers in his hand. The tension increased as the minutes passed, and the game unfolded on the television. My husband, with his unconditional love for Palmeiras, was immersed in the game, while I observed the dynamic between the two. My eyes met my cousin's, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. It was as if there was a silent connection, a game of seduction that hung in the air. As the night progressed and the beers were consumed, my husband began to give in to the alcohol, his body letting itself go until, in a moment of weakness, he passed out on the couch. The room was now silent, with only the sound of the television echoing. My cousin, on the other hand, was more alert than ever, and the atmosphere charged with tension and challenge intensified. He approached me, a provocative smile on his lips, and told me about the bet he had made with my husband. If Corinthians won, he would have the right to be with me. I laughed, finding it funny how competitive men could be, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made my heart race. And then the result came out: Corinthians won. The victory brought a triumphant glow to my cousin's eyes, and even with adrenaline coursing through my veins, a part of me hesitated. But it was a night of provocation, of transgression, and the idea of breaking the rules excited me. He moved even closer, the tension between us growing. The atmosphere was dense, full of unspoken promises. I knew that, that night, the Corinthians fan was about to fulfill his bet. The fate of the night was sealed, and the result of the game became just a detail in the midst of what was unfolding between us. And so, in that moment, I let myself be carried away by the seduction of the night, aware that, deep down, the game was never just about football. The cuckold had no world cup, but that night, the real match was just beginning 🥵😈 #eroticstory

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"Private Audience – Part II: Silent Judgment" The clock read 6:03 p.m. The office was beginning to empty, the lights on the floor going out one by one, like a theater closing its curtains on the audience. But for Emanuelle, the show was just beginning. Theo was there—as always, punctual, sitting in the same conference room, wearing a new suit, his hair styled more carefully than usual, his eyes lowered, almost pleading. On the table, next to his laptop, was a small black case. She entered without knocking. Her heels echoed across the floor again, and Theo stood up like a medieval servant receiving his queen. "Did you bring what I asked for?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, holding out the case. Emanuelle opened it calmly. Inside, an app-controlled vibrator, small and discreet. She took it, twirled it in her fingers, then looked up at him with that predatory smile he already knew so well. "Take off your pants. And your underwear. Now." Theo obeyed, swallowing his shame as if it were part of his uniform. He was hard — she smiled, satisfied. — Sit in the chair. Legs open. Don't you dare cover anything. She approached, crouched between his legs and, without a word, fitted the vibrator just below his testicles, securing it with the strap that came with it. Then, she went back to the other side of the table, picked up her cell phone and connected it to the device. — Today, we're going to do something different. You're going to stay like this for the entire litigation team meeting. I'll control the toy. And you're going to pretend everything is normal. Theo swallowed hard. — Will... will there be people? — Exactly. — She typed calmly on her cell phone. — A little test. A silent trial, if you like. We'll see if you deserve to continue being my toy. The door opened a few minutes later. Three lawyers entered, all with folders and tablets, ready for a normal meeting. No one imagined that Theo, sitting there next to the senior partner, was with a vibrator pulsating against his body. The meeting began. Emanuelle sat cross-legged, staring at the slides on the projector—her finger slowly slid over the intensity of the control on the app. First a faint vibration. Then a stronger pulse. Theo shifted in his chair, his face a mask of concentration, but his breathing betrayed the effort. “Theo, what do you think about clause 12.3?” Emanuelle asked, looking him in the eye as she increased the intensity. He stammered, his voice almost cracking. “The clause… needs some strengthening in the… in the language… in the… penalty section.” She smiled and slowed the vibration. He relaxed, but knew it was only a break, not a relief. The others in the room remained oblivious, discussing spreadsheets and case law. But to Emanuelle, every tense breath Theo took was music. The secret humiliation, the blind obedience, the absolute control. The meeting ended at 7:15. When everyone had filed out, Emanuelle stood. She walked over to him and, without saying a word, pressed the vibration to maximum. — On your knees. Now. Theo fell in front of her, his eyes closed, trying to contain his orgasm. — Only cum when I tell you to. She opened her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He already knew. He knelt down and licked her desperately, while she pressed her hips against his face, her firm fingers holding the back of his neck. — Cum, little bitch. Theo moaned against her, his whole body trembling, coming undone right there, with his mouth full of her taste and the toy still vibrating in his testicles. She pulled away, adjusting her skirt. — Good hearing, Mr. Lawyer. He was still on his knees, his face sweaty, his legs trembling, his body defeated. — Tomorrow, bring something bigger. We'll test your limits. She left the room with the same firm sound of her heels. And Theo... was already looking forward to the next session. #eroticstory

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Erotic story: random masturbation ---------- These days, I was doing some fetish research on the Internet and, curiously, I came across an advertisement for a woman who claimed to be married and looking for men who would accept receiving a masturbation. Yes, that's right: and she would even accept invitations for herself to appear at the place of residence of the man who invited her to the act. In addition, in the ad it was written that she dispensed with a lot of talk and requests on social networks. All this, at the conclusion of the text, was to satisfy the desire that she had intimately and saw a good opportunity for such an announcement. Well, I recommended my sexual submissive to send her a message, as I also wanted to see him have sex with another woman. The place was public, we booked it inside his car. It was a residential neighborhood, well known and noble. She said we should go to her shop, she was still there at the indicated time. Arriving at the enclosure, she politely introduced herself. It was a woman in her early sixties, whose name was Tereza. She was in shape, very well for her age... Her breasts were voluminous, she wore a very nice outfit, which marked her generous silhouette. The face, very pretty, with apparent but simple lines of expression. We found ourselves chatting and subtly questioning her about the ad. Well, she confessed to having always had the fetish that today is known to us as Hotwife, or cuckold fetish. She had always dreamed of having a husband who enjoyed watching her show off or have sex with another man. She had been married for over forty years. Although we were having a good chat, she summed it up with the following sentence: "I just want to jerk off another male". Well, we decided to do it right there. Tereza closed the shop's curtains, positioned herself behind the counter and led my submissive's body towards her. I, in turn, pulled up a small chair and stood in the corner, watching... #contoerotico