True Tales of Erotica – submission #7 by Pleasure Steinberg

Domi Dollz is trying to keep up with all our submissions and we are thrilled to hear that there are so many kinky kids out there with amazing writing skills! This one comes from a writer named Pleasure Steinberg, where we explore that some of the hottest and sexy moments could be alone with yourself.

Only a few more days left for your chance to enter our True Tales of Erotica Competition and to win tickets to The Seduction Experience at Museum of Sex on April 12th! April 10th will be our last day we are accepting submissions, and we will be announcing the winner on April 11th. Stay tuned readers for your chance to vote on your favorite story.

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Story by Pleasure Steinberg

The Emerald City

(Or Doris Gets Her Oats)

Its emerald green shaft caught my eye as I sauntered through the kitchen. Perhaps this empty vessel that filled me with its dry, pungent nectar last night could some how fill me in another way tonight. I lay down on my bed, unmade from the night before; I spread my legs as wide as possible, trembling with anticipation and excited by what I was about to do. But just like the night before, I needed to escape, and ironically this same wine bottle would serve as my “file in the cake”. I didn’t need any lubricant; my juices were flowing like the nectar of the grapes that had previously filled this bottle. I touched the opening of the neck to the lips of my cunt as I did to the lips of my mouth the night before, when this vehicle served as a means to an end. It would now take me to a place I desperately needed to go. It was perfectly hard and its girth filled me like a hardy lover would, without all the bullshit and banter. I eased it in slowly at first and then almost frantically began to thrust it deep inside my pulsating pussy, over and over and over again. “Fuck me, you bastard,” I cried in agon-ecstacy. “Fuck me, anybody fuck me.” I came, filling the bottle with my hot liquid release. I pulled the bottle out, matter-of-factly. I was done, it served its purpose, and I had recycled my needs along with that wine bottle. I look at the emerald green shaft covered in a creamy gelatinous substance that was once a part of me. I rinse it in the sink, like you might clean your dick after fucking someone you don’t know well or don’t trust. I place it gingerly under the sink. Who knows, I may need it again sometime!