Author: sonni_de_soto

You Want Me? Then Take Me. [M/F, BDSM, Group Scene]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Rob breathed in and stared at Kat strung up on the post in front of him. It was strange playing with someone other than Cara. He rolled his shoulders. He flexed and relaxed his hands. It was strange. Definitely different.

When Peter had first asked him to do this, Rob had told the man that he had to think about it. Had to talk to Cara about it.

Not that he thought she’d be upset by it.

He scoffed.

No, she’d been thrilled.

Pushy.

She’d pushed him to do it.

“Try it,” she’d begged him. “It’s fun. You’ll see.”

He studied Kat, her shorter, slimmer, amber-toned body so different than his wife’s long, voluptuous, creamy form. A pixie instead of his goddess.

He studied her body, taut and tense. Fearful, maybe. Definitely nervous.

Not like Cara, who was always confident and brazen. Who enjoyed being tied up, but who—he’d always feared—never enjoyed it as much as he did. Who did it because he wanted it so much, and she knew it. Read more »

Playing in a Group [M/F/+, D/s, Group Scene]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter sat back in a rather decadent, black leather chair while Hayato surveyed his new system. On the edges of the exquisite blue office, he watched he man enter in through the new, improved login screen. Let him navigate through the file search functions and updating processes. Even showed him the new client screening systems for Hayato’s firm and for the club, that not only tracked initial screening flags but regularly checked for updates in criminal backgrounds, unusual financial changes, as well as several other key points of interest.

It’d been almost three weeks’ worth of work, but it was finally finished. Holding all his law office’s client files as well as Donovan’s membership files, Hayato’s new computer system was not only better organized and better utilized but also better protected. It had cost an obscene amount of money, not to mention took a draining amount of time and played a bit fast and loose with privacy laws—hey, anything anyone put up on social media Peter considered fair game—but looking at it now it’d been worth it.

Thing of beauty.

“Looks good.” Hayato continued to mouse through the system. “Has all the necessary changes I asked for?” Read more »

You Deserve a Punishment [M/F, BDSM]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter got out of his car. He was home late. Again.

But this time he had a good reason.

It’d been several months since he’d last checked his website; fully automated, it rarely needed him at all. But he liked to keep his hand in it, tweaking and maintaining it. And he liked to read Kat.

He used to check near daily, eager to read her thoughts and words. But now he tended to wait, store up her stories, reading masses of them during rare spare moments.

Today, after talking to Hayato and between his other meetings and jobs, he’d logged on, curious what he’d missed in his wife’s life.

He’d scrolled down to the last post he’d read more than three months ago, an interview with Lyndsey Wayne, a student from one of the local colleges who’d been outed. He’d read the next post. And then the next. The one after that and the one after that.

He kept reading until his phone rang—a client whose appointment he’d missed. After contacting Janie, giving her detailed instructions to handle things for the rest of the day, Peter took his laptop and locked himself in his car. Read more »

Watching You Work [M/F, Voyeurism]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter was true to his word. Any time Kat initiated sex—lovemaking—he was more than willing. He’d even taken to waking her in the morning before he got up to go to work with gentle, arousing touches and long, lingering good morning kisses.

They’d had more sex in the past two weeks than they’d had in the past two months.

And it was great.

It was.

But something still felt off. Something was still missing.

And it was driving Kat crazy.

She wanted to make love to Peter. She loved making love with him. So what was wrong with her?

She stared off into the afternoon light through her study’s bay window, her laptop resting on her legs. She looked down at the words she’d just typed.

> *Kendra moaned as Jae raked his nails down her back, his touch scouring down her skin as she came*.

She sighed. Rough sex. Sexy raunch. Kinky love. This was what she how made her living now. And it did very well for her. Her books were top sellers now. National chain stores had her stories ready in stock. And Max was organizing her sixth book tour with ten stops crossing the country from coast to coast. Read more »

A Little Public Naughtiness [M,F D/s]

Kat Valdez-Richards lay on the bed awake, staring at her still *fairly* new husband sleeping sound next to her. Sure, they weren’t exactly newlyweds anymore, their marriage about four years old. But even so, it seemed wrong that, at ten-thirty at night, they were—he was—asleep.

Kat studied Peter’s slumbering form, sprawled across the mattress and pillows. She knew that, over time, passions often ebbed. Was that what this was? She’d heard about the infamous seven-year itch too. She’d just never thought it’d happen to them.

She sighed. It was too soon for their love lives to crash. It’d only been four years. Yet they hardly had sex anymore. Maybe once or twice a week. It wasn’t unusual for more than two weeks to pass without them being intimate. And when they did—don’t get her wrong, it was nice—but it was just so…nice.

From the start, Peter had never been nice. He’d been exciting and hot and domineering and, yes, even a little frightening at times. He’d been powerful and masterful and passionate and considerate. He’d been exactly what she’d always wanted. Exactly what she needed. Read more »

Toying With the Mile High Club [M,F toy]

**Full Upright Position**

Porter Green furtively watched his girlfriend from his spot, sitting cross-legged on the airport carpet. It was so weird to see her pace, nerves making her lithe body tense and fidgety, as a caged animal in the crowded terminal space. It took a lot to shake Lyndsey Wayne.

He supposed four-hundred, fifty tons of flying metal did constitute *a lot*.

He knew that everyone had fears and anxieties and the fear of flying was incredibly common. It shouldn’t have been surprising.

But this was *Lyndsey*, the bravest, brashest, ballsiest person he’d ever met. In-scene or out-of-scene, his Domme—wasn’t that, even after nine months of dating, a strange thought—was strong and powerful and took no shit from anyone or anything.

Except, in this moment, trapped in the terminal waiting for their flight information to stop blinking *Delayed* on the itinerary screens, she wasn’t.

And he hated it.

And—if he was honest—kinda loved it. Read more »

I Serve You, Only You [FF][D/s]

**The Help – A Short Story**

Reena Lathan shifted on her kneeling pillow and reached for her bottle of oil. She hadn’t been massaging Lyle Martin’s pale feet for very long but his dry skin, the color of library book pages against her cedar-shaded skin, soaked up her oil fast.

“This is the life.” The man in his late fifties sighed as he leaned back. He arched into his wife’s touch while Bethany Martin massaged his shoulders. “Wouldn’t you say?”

Roger Barnes and his partner Tammi Fletcher lounged on the club’s floor next to them. “Well, I’ll just have to see, when it’s my turn.”

“This is so good, I may not give it up!” Lyle laughed before looking down at Reena. “Isn’t that right, *mi belleza*?”

*My beauty.*

Reena bowed her head and continued to massage his foot. It was always strange to hear other people speak Spanish to her. Not fluent, she really only spoke it—haltingly but earnestly—with her grandmother and sometimes her mom and aunt. She didn’t even speak it with her dad who, though a white American, was fluent. Because why, when English came easier to both of them? Spanish wasn’t Reena’s language; it was her grandmother’s. Her mother’s. Read more »

You Want to Play? Let’s Go [MF]

**Co-Op Mode**

*Companion Story to [Solo Mission](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4kt7er/dont_do_anything_watch_me_touch_mf/)*

Hayato felt better than he had in weeks. Even before the move, he’d felt like their stress-levels—both his and Max’s—had been too high. It was hard to feel sexual when you were too annoyed with the world to deal with anything. Hell, it was hard to feel friendly at that point.

No wonder Max had retreated into her game. It was an escape. From the move. From the world.

And, yeah, sure, from him. From all the expectations and the questions. *Where should we put the couch? Do you want to buy a softer or firmer bed? Do you want to keep your coffeemaker or mine? Can we fit all our things in one closet or should someone take the downstairs one? Did you go grocery shopping or should I?* There were a million little, mundane decisions that used to be easier and more routine when they lived apart that now needed to be discussed and adjusted for now that they were sharing a space and a life. It was just a lot at times. Read more »

Don’t Do Anything. Watch Me Touch. [MF]

**Solo Mission**

Hayato looked up when Max Wells suddenly spouted an inventive string of impressive curses, punctuated by the clicking clack of her fingers on the keyboard. She typed in a flurry of commands, staring at her computer screen with a fury that would terrify most people.

But not him. The first time he’d seen her, Max’s face had been set in those determined, aggressive lines, and he’d fallen for her. Hard. And never looked back.

So he just smiled and sat back on their new leather couch, only half-heartedly skimming the business law contract in his hands. They’d finally unpacked everything in their new condo that, while still strange—neither of them historically sharing their space well with others—was starting to feel like home.

“Really, Richards?” he heard Max say snarkily at her screen before she reached back to tighten the hold she had her wild, fiery, red hair in. She stretched her fingers then began to type heatedly. “You’re going to bed now? We’re so close to finding the treasure.”

The lawyer turned and looked at the clock on their wall.

1:30am. Read more »

Playing With My Partners [MMF][BDSM]

**Stuck**

Cara Temple sat on the short bench, nervous—but not for the usual or obvious reasons. No, her nerves had nothing to do with the fact that she was alone, naked, and blindfolded in a private room in the back of Donovan’s. Nope. It was a strange and lucky twist of fate that had her claiming that state as, if not run-of-the-mill in her life, certainly not odd.

No, the thing that had her heart fluttering was the electric current running live and wild throughout the room. The immense implications of what would soon happen, the heavy weight of play.

She heard the door open, a loud creaking sound as the hinges squealed painfully. The sound tingled up her spine, making her want to squirm and turn sightlessly toward the sound.

“Don’t move.”

The voice was commanding—not angry, not distant—just sure and strong.

Cara turned back to sit passively on the bench, waiting. Anticipating.

She heard—felt—him circle her, studying her slowly like a predator with already-caught prey. His heavy footsteps were loud against the room’s tiled floor, a clomping clack as heel and toe landed. She resisted the urge to track him, to turn and follow the sound of his approach, as he rounded her. Read more »