REVickerson, Author at NSFW story

Meet me there [MF] [creampie]

I was sitting at the table, waiting for the waitress to bring me the bill. I just finished the meeting with the suppliers and was feeling a little tired. At that moment I only wanted to get home as soon as I could and relax in the bath filled with warm water. But my plans were meant to be changed.

“Grace?” I heard a familiar voice call for me. When I turned around I could see who said my name, a smile instantly appearing on my face.

“Sam?” I stood up, taking a better look at him. “What are you doing here?”

Sam and I had a brief, but intense history back in college. We were that couple that broke up a thousand times and got back together just as many times until graduation and moving to different cities didn’t separate us for good. There was a lot of turmoil in our relationship, but one thing was undeniable – the sex was amazing every single time. Even now I couldn’t help but take a better look at his broad shoulders and strong arms. Read more »

Sexy sleep play [mf] [somnophilia]

The voice sounds familiar but I can’t place it. It sounds far away, like an echo. Nevertheless, the words get to me. The hard thing pushing against my hole is a cock and it’s going to penetrate me. I feel my pussy gush at the thought.

As I process this, the cock begins to push itself inside me. It feels good, the way it stretches me and fills me up. I want to spread my legs further for it but I can’t so I just let myself relax and feel the way it rubs pleasantly against the nerves in my pussy.

It picks up the pace slightly, but still a slow, steady thrusting that is setting my body alight. A hand finds my breast again and rubs it, all the while the hard dick is sliding in and out of me.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” the voice comes again, slightly closer this time. Why does it seem so familiar? Why is it so far away from me? Nevertheless, I enjoy the words, as they spark something inside my brain that brings yet more pleasure. Read more »

I swallowed his cum in the Olympic Village [MF]

This is it. I’ve made it.

I stare up at the huge Parisian hotel, looming over me against the pale pink sky. The street is nearly deserted, thanks to my disgusting early flight from Australia, but it’s giving me a moment to take stock at least. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and grin.

Not only am I officially now an Olympian, I’m also at the Olympic Village. And I know exactly what that means.

I open my eyes and step into the foyer.

“Bonjour!” the receptionist greets me with a practised smile. “English?”

“Yep,” I reply, looking around. There’s a few people hanging around, either waiting for someone or having an early breakfast before training.

“May I have your name for check-in?”

“Kate Thompson.”

“Merci,” the receptionist types my name into her computer. “Your roommate will be arriving tomorrow so you have the room to yourself for now.”

“Perfect,” I grin, accepting the key card she gives me. As I do so, I catch the eye of someone staring at me. Read more »

Getting Fucked by a Scottish Swimmer in the Olympic Village Part 1

Olympic Games Part 1

“Good evening! Are you here to check-in?”

I blinked my eyes groggily at the chipper voice behind the reception desk. A young woman stood there, smiling at me patiently.

“Sorry, yeah,” I eventually replied, my brain moving in a fog.

“What’s the name the booking is under?”

“My name?”

“Yes, Madam,” she replied with infinite tolerance. Her voice was flecked with a slight French accent.

“Sorry, I’m a bit jet-lagged,” I shook my head, grinning sheepishly. “I flew in from Sydney.”

“Do not worry, Madam, all of our rooms are equipped with blackout curtains so you may rest for as long as you need,” she smiled. “What was the name of the booking, please?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” I apologise. “It’s under Sarah Williams.”

The receptionist taps her computer, looking me up.

“Ah!” she says, turning the gigawatts up on her smile. “You are in room 216, here you are.”

She hands across a sleek, matte room key.

“Your bunkmate has already arrived,” she informs me and then rushes to say, “but she should be sleeping.” Read more »

The time I got fucked at the Olympic Village

“Good evening! Are you here to check-in?”

I blinked my eyes groggily at the chipper voice behind the reception desk. A young woman stood there, smiling at me patiently.

“Sorry, yeah,” I eventually replied, my brain moving in a fog.

“What’s the name the booking is under?”

“My name?”

“Yes, Madam,” she replied with infinite tolerance. Her voice was flecked with a slight French accent.

“Sorry, I’m a bit jet-lagged,” I shook my head, grinning sheepishly. “I flew in from Sydney.”

“Do not worry, Madam, all of our rooms are equipped with blackout curtains so you may rest for as long as you need,” she smiled. “What was the name of the booking, please?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” I apologise. “It’s under Sarah Williams.”

The receptionist taps her computer, looking me up.

“Ah!” she says, turning the gigawatts up on her smile. “You are in room 216, here you are.”

She hands across a sleek, matte room key.

“Your bunkmate has already arrived,” she informs me and then rushes to say, “but she should be sleeping.”

My shoulders sag in relief; my brain was basically mush and the last thing I wanted was to socialise. Read more »

Crazy sex stories from the Olympic Village

Olympic Games Part 1

“Good evening! Are you here to check-in?”

I blinked my eyes groggily at the chipper voice behind the reception desk. A young woman stood there, smiling at me patiently.

“Sorry, yeah,” I eventually replied, my brain moving in a fog.

“What’s the name the booking is under?”

“My name?”

“Yes, Madam,” she replied with infinite tolerance. Her voice was flecked with a slight French accent.

“Sorry, I’m a bit jet-lagged,” I shook my head, grinning sheepishly. “I flew in from Sydney.”

“Do not worry, Madam, all of our rooms are equipped with blackout curtains so you may rest for as long as you need,” she smiled. “What was the name of the booking, please?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” I apologise. “It’s under Sarah Williams.”

The receptionist taps her computer, looking me up.

“Ah!” she says, turning the gigawatts up on her smile. “You are in room 216, here you are.”

She hands across a sleek, matte room key.

“Your bunkmate has already arrived,” she informs me and then rushes to say, “but she should be sleeping.” Read more »

A Sleepless Night – all parts [MF] [sleep play] [somnophilia]

*Before you start reading, this theme came in as a request when I polled this community a few weeks ago. Be aware that both are consenting parties and this story is fictional. Be kind and enjoy :)*

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**PART I**

“Happy anniversary!”

I gently clinked the top of my champagne glass with Sarah’s before we took a sip. She smiled at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes twinkling.

“This place is beautiful,” she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing more than you deserve,” I smiled back, drinking in her features. After five years, I was still so in love. The restaurant I’d picked was high-end but I had more than enough money and I couldn’t think of anything better to spend it on than my amazing girlfriend.

As dinner came, we chatted and laughed and somehow made it through two bottle of champagne.

“That’s gone straight to my head,” I laughed as our plates were cleared. “Even with the meal.”

“It’s the bubbles,” Sarah nodded, grinning tipsily. “They’re dangerous!” Read more »

MAKING AN AUDIO VERSION OF MY STORIES – WHAT GENDER WOULD YOU RATHER LISTEN TO?

Here is a question for this subreddit. I create erotica stories and was wondering what gender of narrator do men and women prefer when listening to erotica audiobooks.

Also what is the best service to get this done?

Seeing how it is quite expensive to get a story narrated, I wondered what people prefer. Men and women of reddit, please let me know if you’re a man/woman/other and what gender of voice you prefer when listening to erotica audiobooks.

Comment below – I’ll be getting it made in the next week and will post it on my Substack > www.vickerson.substack.com if you’re interested.

I fucked my doctor [MF]

I was slightly nervous about the meet and greet that had been scheduled for me. Unfortunately like so many others, my old doctor had finally retired. I wasn’t actually that sad about it, because she was very old school and wasn’t up to date on a lot of the research that I knew about when it came to women’s issues. Still, at least I had an option, and if it was a male doctor then so be it. I still had my OB for anything female related.

What I wasn’t expecting when he walked in was for him to be absolutely hot as hell.
“Good morning. You must be Brittany.” His eyes were dark and bored into mine right away. Suddenly I was sitting up straighter and was cursing the fact I’d worn something so casual to the office. Damn. He was tall, wavy perfectly styled hair and even though he didn’t look much older than I was his jaw looked like it was chiseled out of stone. “I’m Doctor Adams.” He had a slight accent to his voice.
“Um…Hi. Nice you meet you, doctor.” I managed to stammer. Read more »

TELL ME YOUR KINKS & I’LL WRITE ABOUT THEM

I’d like to create a custom erotica story for my substack which I will also share here for your enjoyment. I’m looking for your kinks and theme suggestions. Whatever gets the most upvotes in the comments I’ll create a story on it.

Mf? Mm? Mfm? Ff? Bondage? Taboo? Anal? Cucking? Whatever y’all want. Lmk in the comments and I’ll create a story about it.

Xoxo