H is for Hotwife [cons][F31][M24][M35][Voyeur][public][suggested sexual acts]

My wife might just be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Long black hair, big blue eyes and a smile that can light up an entire room. I watch as she strides, hips swaying, across the crowded bar. Although she is wearing flat, practical pumps she struts like a runaway model in heels. She’s holding hands with a man, leading him through the crowd. At a guess I would say he was early to mid twenties with sandy hair; attractive enough to have been with his fair share of women. Still he looks like he can’t believe his luck to have attracted the attention of someone so knockout beautiful as Cynthia. I watch his hungry eyes watching her cheeks swing back and forth under skin tight jeans, and I know how badly he wants her.

They sit down in the booth tucked away to one corner. It’s across the room from me and directly in my eyeline. Cynthia slides in first, eagerly followed by the young man. He wastes no time wrapping his arm round her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. Resting her hand on his biceps Cynthia laughs, throwing her head back and exposing her long, slender neck. She looks so free and uninhibited. Over the pulsing music and the jumble chatter of the bar, I almost imagine that I can hear laugh making its way over to me.

G is for Gloryhole [F43][M23][M?][All18+][cons][voyeurism][gloryhole][oral][creampie][some degrading language]

By the sea, in the sun, is a magical hotel where all your wildest fantasies can come true. I can’t tell you where it is, or even what’s it called – you wouldn’t find it on any travel websites anyway. Only a select few are invited to stay, and even then they need the cash to cover the costs. Dreams don’t come cheap after all.

Truthfully, it isn’t the kind of place straight-laced, buttoned-up Gillian Greene would typically find herself, but it was one of the perks of her promotion. For twenty years she had been grinding and and clawing her way to the top, and she felt that she deserved an all expense paid, all needs met, no questions asked, trip abroad. Her colleagues had all been, and although they didn’t go into too many details they all raved about the place.

F is for Feet [M19F21][foot massage][masturbation][slowburn]

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the, television blasting through the house. I froze, one foot still the bathroom, the other poised ready in the hall. Ellie had left for work earlier that morning and she had assured me that I would have the place to myself. But I hadn’t turned on the TV, so who did?

Ellie had moved backed in with her parents after a messy breakup. They were away for the weekend so I had stayed over for an old fashioned sleepover like the ones we used to have. We had stayed up late talking about boys, eating junk food and painting each others nails. Except this time we didn’t have Ellie’s parents there to keep telling us to be quiet, or her dorky younger brother to torment.

I say ‘dorky’ that’s Ellie’s words not mine. Personally I always found Flynn kinda cute. Of course I could never say that to Ellie.

After a moment to think about it and steady my heartbeat, I decided that either Ellie must have came home early, or her parents had decided to cut their trip short. Mustering up all my courage, I padded barefoot across the hall towards the living room.

E is for Erotica – a surprise sixty-nine celebration for reaching sixty-nine followers. [MF][18+][69][oral][restraints][waking up][consensual]

Disoriented, I open my eyes and all I can see is darkness. My eyelashes brush against something smooth and silky, like a blindfold…

I go to pull it off, but my arms are held in place. Soft, firm restraints pinning my arms above my head. My legs are untied as I try to wriggle free, but struggling is pointless.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I lay still as my sleep addled brain tries to think.

The sheets have been pulled back, exposing my naked body, and the early spring air is cool against my skin, causing it to goosepimple, and my nipples to harden. I notice now just how slick with arousal I am between my thighs. As if I have just been awoken from the sweetest, most pleasurable dream I’ve ever had.

A smile flitters across my lips as I finally put together what is going on. You did all this for me. I call out your name, my throat still raspy from sleep.

“Yes, I’m here,” you reply. Your voice, warm and seductive calls from directly above.

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D is for Double penetration [MFM][+18][threesome][oral][anal]

Before you judge me, there are three things you should know. Firstly, I’m not in love with Drake Dunn. He’s not my soul mate. We’re not star-crossed lovers. It’s strictly physical between us.

Second, although his dick may not be the biggest or most impressive to look at, he most certainly knows how to use it. It’s like having that old, well-used sex toy. You can’t say why you prefer it to others, but you keep going back to it time after time, after time again. Satisfaction guaranteed, every time.

The third thing is, if you don’t set out clear, firm boundaries, if you don’t tell him not to do something, then as far as Drake Dunn is concerned, it’s on the table. Like, for instance, the time he had me bent over the kitchen table. I thought he was going to fuck me doggy style, but then I felt his cock forcing it’s way into my tight, little virgin butt hole. If I hadn’t have ended up enjoying it so much I would’ve been mad. But it’s as I said, satisfaction guaranteed. Every time. Otherwise I probably would have grown tired of his shenanigans by now.

C is for CNC [FM30s][rough][degrading][public]

Meet me by the lake. Come alone.

That was all the note had said. It had been hastily scribbled on a napkin and dropped in her handbag at some point during the party. Chelsea thought the handwriting looked like Cole’s, but it didn’t look quite right, as if he had used his left hand or something. Determining that the note must have come from her fiance, Chelsea decided to follow the vague, somewhat ominous note.

Apart from the distant sound of music, it was quiet down by the lake, not a sign of another person. The sun had almost completely set, and although it wasn’t raining, the air was thick and heavy with moisture. Chelsea could feel the wet grass brush against her toes peeking out of her sandals.

She wished that she that she had bought a jacket with her as she felt her skin begin to goosepimple from the growing cold. Never mind, she thought, if Cole was out there, he would surely warm her up. But where was he?

Research questions

Hi, I was just have a couple of questions that I was hoping you could help with for research purposes.

Do you guys only read erotica on here, or do you also pay to read stuff on amazon or somewhere similar?

Is what you read on reddit the same as what you pay for? Or do you have different standards depending on the platform.

And what kind of thing do you look for in your erotica? Not necessarily kinks, although I would be curious to see if you think there are any that are any currently unrepresented, but if you have a preference with things like POV, tenses, or general writing styles.

Sorry if this isn’t allowed on her, and thank you in advance.

B is for Blowjob [F22M45][age gap][consensual][blowjob]

This is an extract from a longer story I wrote, but I am planning on scrapping and starting from fresh. I thought instead of letting it go to waste, I would share it with you all instead and see what you think.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” I say, taking a seat on the couch. It’s so big and soft that I almost collapse into it.

My short skirt rises halfway up around my thighs; I got to pull it down but stop. Harlen is standing smiling at me, his head crooked to one side, as if he can tell that I’m lying – but it was sweet of me to say so anyway. His green eyes glisten in the soft lighting, lingering in space between my thighs. I part my legs, giving him a glimpse of my thong.

I had thought that we might talk a bit first, to discuss what the night before had meant to both of us, and to establish our boundaries going forwards, and maybe get to know each other a little better in the process. But I can’t concentrate when he’s looking at me like that – with such intensity that my body literally begins to quiver. I’m not surprised to realise I want him just as badly as I did the night before.

A is Anal [mf][20s][anal][first time together][car]

Austin pushes me back against the car door. Hard. It feels as if his hands are everywhere all at once; grabbing and caressing my entire body, running through my hair, pulling me in closer and pressing me up against his fully erect cock.

I’m just as eager. My arms wrapped around his neck. I pull at his shirt, drawing him into me. Parting my lips further, I let out a moan as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside my mouth, so that he’s practically throat fucking me with it.

We’re hidden away at the furthest end of the otherwise deserted carpark. The sun is setting fast, casting long, dark shadows. I don’t know if there’s any CCTV, but I know the office building doesn’t have any night security. We’re completely alone.

Still, the sensible thing to do right now would be to call it a night, get in my car, and drive home. Alone. We both have early starts in the morning, and I don’t want our first time together to be rushed.

Alone in the Office [FM20s][public]

I sit staring at my computer screen, unable to take in anything more. I should’ve headed home with everyone else, but I was I determined to get my work done so I won’t have it hanging over my head all weekend.

Taking off my glasses to rub my tired eyes, I look up from my monitor just as Alec, the new manager, walks by; bag in hand, and ready to go home. He nods as he passes my cubicle. I smile, but he doesn’t stop to talk to me. I watch him walk away, glad for any distraction.

Alec has been here for a couple of months. We are on talking terms, but our conversations don’t tend to go much further than the weather, or how to unjam the printer, or if I can recommend any good gyms. Other than that, things have been strictly business between us, which is probably for the best. The general consensus is he’s hot as fuck with his sandy hair, green eyes and five o’clock shadow that has always grown back by midday. But it’s his smile that sends me weak at the knees, as if we share a secret that only we know… He could have his pick of office affairs if he wanted to. Although as far as I’m aware he hasn’t.