Author: burnerforlit

When You Get Home [FM] [Text Thread] [Tease] [At Work] [Distance]

How’s your morning going? Stuck on calls?

How do you deal with the boredom?

Do you scroll your socials while you listen in?

Ever check mine to see what I’ve been up to?

Maybe scroll your camera roll to see what we’ve been up to together?

Maybe dip into our private collection on your phone with the brightness turned way down low so no one else sees? Or do you keep it bright so they can catch a glimpse of me if they’re lucky enough to walk by your desk?

Are you smiling at my texts as they come through, distracting you until you’re caught off guard with a question and snap back to your dull surroundings?

I hope you stutter and get flush when you look up from your phone.

Ever wonder what I’m doing back home, trying to concentrate on work?

If I’ve taken a break and crawled back into bed with some of the toys you bought me?

If I’m taking calls off video, secretly in just my skivvies below the view of the camera, for added fun.

Why am I texting you so much at work today? Read more »

[MF] Trying -And Failing- To Have An Innocent Night Out With Friends [Sexting] [Dirty Talk] [Foreplay] [Mdom]

It’s our first night out with friends in a long time. Quarantine’s been rough, but at least we’ve had each other. It’s nice and warm tonight and we decided it’s safe enough to hit up a patio for beers with our old group of pals among all this pandemic madness.

Halfway through my first drink I get a notification. Without thinking much of it, I pull out my phone to check, assuming it’s a meme someone posted in group chat. But it’s from you, even though you’re sitting right across from me.

“You’d better be ready for what’s coming to you as soon as we get home. I’m going to pin you down and take you so fucking hard. I’m going to make you beg for me to cum in your filthy little whore mouth.”

I almost drop my phone, I’m flustered and shocked. I blush a deep red instantly and stare daggers at you as you’re in the middle of telling a story to our friends. You don’t even bother to look me in the eye or toss me a smirk. You don’t even acknowledge me.

I don’t reply. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Dad Joins Us At The Cottage, Part 2 [MF] [Cons] [DILF] [Older man/younger woman]

It’s a gorgeous, clear night. I can see the moonlight spill in through the window in my room. I sit up in bed. I have on just a cami that’s loose everywhere except where it stretches over my plump breasts, and my yoga shorts. I slip into my flip flops and head down to the dock. Maybe the rocking will lull me to sleep.

As I approach, I realized there’s a figure already on the dock, lounging back in a deck chair in the moonlight. My footsteps make creaking sounds as I step onto the wooden planks. Mr. Sheppard turns his head and we made eye contact.

“I was hoping that was you, Jackie,” he admits. He’s sipping a glass of bourbon.

“Oh hey, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can head back in…”

“Stay, please,” he quickly rebuts.

Although there are plenty of seats available, I walk around him and sat down on the dock in front of him, my back facing him. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Dad Joins Us At The Cottage, Part 1 [DILF] [MF] [Cons] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Masturbation] [Sexual Tension]

Gina and I were college dormmates in first year, and we became instant best friends. We did everything together. I had come from far away, and she had grown up only an hour outside our university town, where her family still lived.

We first met on moving day. I didn’t have much when I moved in, as I had flown in with only a suitcase and a backpack. I had pretty much unpacked when she arrived. The door opened and she practically squealed, greeting me with a hug.

“Hi, I’m Gina Sheppard, your new roommate! Excited to live together? This is my dad.”

Gina was taller and slimmer than me, she had her dad’s build, but we were both athletic. I was already on the volleyball team, and she played basketball and track. She had long, wavy blonde hair and mine was dark brown with some honey streaks from the summer sun. It wasn’t her I spent most of that first day watching though, it was her dad.

“Hello Jackie, I’m Dave, Gina’s dad. You girls are going to have a great time away for college,” he introduced.

“Hi Mr. Sheppard… thanks for helping us get set up.” Read more »

The Nightly News Anchor Becomes Julia’s Daddy [MF] [Cons] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Cheating] [At Work] [Dirty Talk] [Creampie] [Oral] [MDom]

At the end of her first week at her new job, Julia brought in a few personal items to decorate her desk. A few vacation pictures, postcards, and a couple of plants to brighten up her desk. She was settling in to her first professional job out of college as a Marketing Assistant for the regional TV network. The corporate side of the office where she sat was boring – cubicles and filing cabinets in a neat row. But she got a thrill every time she walked past the newsroom. Scrolling news tickers, cameras and lights, journalists breaking stories around the clock, and the set for the nightly news broadcast made the newsroom floor pulse with life.

Blair Melville had been the nightly news anchor for as long as Julia could remember. His handsome face greeted families for the six o’clock news every weekday across the region. She, and every other family in the city, had watched him grow over his career from a fresh-faced young journalist with rosy cheeks and flowing dark brown hair to the striking, seasoned journalist he is now, with cropped silvery hair, always clean-shaven face, but still the same rosy cheeks and captivating green eyes. Most families spent their dinner times with him on in the background, breaking that day’s stories from around the world. He fit the bill of a news anchor perfectly – broad shoulders that filled his cut suits, a bellowing and authoritative voice, and a quick wit on and off the air. Julia was slightly embarrassed that he had been her first crush as a girl, and she wondered how many of her friends -and friends’ moms- had felt the same way. Read more »

Microfiction in Three Acts

By the way you approach me, oozing confidence and sex appeal, I already know how this night will end. My lips purse into a smile that’s more than a polite greeting – it’s an invitation, a gateway to my body.

Walk me home, or should I just say, fall into my trap. I didn’t make a fresh bed before we went out for drinks because I thought you weren’t going to come back here and fuck my brains out.

Our night followed a beautiful arc – sweet, indulgent, satisfying. You caress my cheek and dot me with soft kisses after crying out my name with delight. Little do you know, next time I’m going to test the depth of your depravity.

Blast from the Past: Catching Up with an Old Friend With Benefits Turns Into Sarah’s First Threesome, Part 2 [MFF] [Cons] [Oral] [Creampie] [Cumslut] [69] [Dirty Talk]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4vizt/blast_from_the_past_catching_up_with_an_old/)

Colette was lying across the bed when Rob and I trotted up the stairs and into the bedroom. She extended her arms to us, Rob and I each took one and crawled into bed on either side of her.

“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed.

She turned to me and took me by the waist, we met again in a playful kiss. She started unbuttoning my top, and I ran a finger under the strap of her dress. Any nervousness or inhibitions were no match for the rush of exhilaration in our already inebriated bodies.

Rob held Colette by the ass and kissed her neck. She pulled my blouse off and brought her lips to my breasts, which were spilling out of my bra. I was jealous, I wanted a mouthful of tits too. Rob was one step ahead of me, he’d already unzipped Colette’s dress and was pulling it off over her head. In an instant she was left with nothing but her thong. Read more »

Blast from the Past: Catching Up with an Old Friend With Benefits Turns Into Sarah’s First Threesome, Part 1 [MFF] [Cons]

Rob and I had been friends with benefits in university. He had gone off across the country for school and I stayed in our home town, but he visited every Christmas, and I flew out to visit friends and family where he went to school a few times, so we saw each other often enough.

He had asked me out during his first visit back home after leaving. Neither of us wanted to start a long-distance relationship, but we did want each other. We went out for dinner before I snuck him into my room past my sleeping roommates. I wasn’t ashamed of him or anything, I just didn’t feel like being interrogated by a gaggle of horny, nosy women who wanted to hear every salacious detail in the morning.

Back then I still had a tiny bed. It was a comical scene, his large frame fucking me on that twin mattress, his feet hanging over the edge when he slept over. We were awkward and janky in the sack, but we learned a thing or two about sex experimenting on each others’ bodies. Read more »

A Blowjob for The Birthday Boy [MF] [Cons] [Oral] [Cumslut]

Jen finishes tidying up her apartment, sticks a bottle of prosecco in the fridge, and pulls out the little gift-wrapped package from her closet and puts it on Dane’s plate at the set dinner table. It’s Dane’s birthday. Jen wanted to plan an elaborate party, but he specifically requested a simple dinner for two, so it’ll be the best dinner for two she can make it.

Her career’s been going well and Jen recently upgraded to her own solo flat, no roommates. It’s been great for her work from home concentration, her independence, and her sex life. She’s in her own little slice of paradise. It’s a corner unit in an old building on a tree-lined street in a much nicer neighbourhood than she’s lived in before. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Dad Joins Us At The Cottage, Part 2 [MF] [Cons] [DILF] [Older man/younger woman]

[Part I is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i1l1v3/my_best_friends_dad_joins_us_at_the_cottage_part/)

It’s a gorgeous, clear night. I can see the moonlight spill in through the window in my room. I sit up in bed. I have on just a cami that’s loose everywhere except where it stretches over my plump breasts, and my yoga shorts. I slip into my flip flops and head down to the dock. Maybe the rocking will lull me to sleep.

As I approach, I realized there’s a figure already on the dock, lounging back in a deck chair in the moonlight. My footsteps make creaking sounds as I step onto the wooden planks. Mr. Sheppard turns his head and we made eye contact.

“I was hoping that was you, Jackie,” he admits. He’s sipping a glass of bourbon.

“Oh hey, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can head back in…”

“Stay, please,” he quickly rebuts.

Although there are plenty of seats available, I walk around him and sat down on the dock in front of him, my back facing him. Read more »