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A brat’s apology [MF]

I greet you at the door wearing nothing but a silky robe tied loosely around my waist. Awkward, sassy words are beginning their slow bubble to my lips when you step forward, stopping them with your lips on mine. We both know you’re not here to talk through it. You came for the same reason you’ve come before and will come again.

I pull away and invite you inside, already loosening the sash of my robe so it falls open, exposing my full, soft, ever so slightly up-sloping breasts to your view. You pull me into you, one hand gripping my waist as the other ever so gently caresses the outer edge of my breast before roving up and gripping my neck. You look into my eyes and tell me, *you’ve been a very bad girl*. I attempt to nod, but your hand holds my chin steady, locking my gaze on yours. *Do you know what happens to bad girls?* I give a faint whimper, *uh-uh*, as I feel your hand slip down from my waist. You grip through the flesh and into the hard muscle of my ass cheek, digging your fingers in until a small pant of pain escapes me. Swiftly then you remove your hand and I brace myself, but you bring it down in a caress. My eyes close, and I feel your lips on mine, and my tongue leaps to meet yours, heedless of context. You know we’re very, very close to my limits already with your hand gripping my neck like this, but I know I’ve been a bad girl and I’m determined to make it up to you. Read more »

Deep diving in the stacks, part 2 [FF]

Part 1 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nikyz0/deep_diving_in_the_stacks_part_1_ff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nikyz0/deep_diving_in_the_stacks_part_1_ff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

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The hand on her shoulder made Sam jump and nearly scream before she recognized Michelle in front of her. Swallowing the partial scream she turned, removing one of her ear buds, and found herself looking up into Michelle’s gaze.

“Sorry to scare you,” Michelle smiled, “I just… didn’t want to regret not saying something,” she said, reaching up to tuck one of Sam’s stray curls behind her ear as she continued, “just in case it was another year before I saw you again.” Sam’s eyes widened in recognition. *She remembers me! And she… likes me?* She stood there a moment, melting into the unexpected warmth of Michelle’s gaze, her breath growing quicker as time both dilated and contracted. Her heart felt as though it was leaping out of her ribcage as her eyes registered every subtle detail of Michelle’s, the shade of doubt melting off into a smile and ever-so-subtle dilation of her pupils in the shadows of the empty stacks all around them. *She likes me. Fuck. Yes.* Read more »

Pegging an older first timer [FM] [mild femdom] [lengthy exposition] [affirmative consent] [aftercare]

I have many favorite sexual things: giving and receiving oral, being just bratty enough in public places to provoke an immediate dicking down in private (or private enough) places, strapping-on for a willing partner, and even lately, after the miserable touch-starved year we’ve all lived through together, just laying next to another human, feeling the heat and sweat and perfection of skin to skin touch with them, ideally in the afterglow between round N and round N+1. But my most favorite thing is edging my partner until they tip into the wild throes of an intense whole-body orgasm, the kind of orgasm that demands long stillness before the recipient is capable of ego recollection after its dissolution into the vast sea of nothingness that is ultimate reality. (Aka Switch’s grand unified theory of what happens when we orgasm, as heavily influenced by popular conceptions of Eastern philosophy.) The kind of orgasm where, once they’ve regained their executive functioning enough to words, the first thing they tell me is either that it feels like I’ve just sucked their soul outthrough their genitals (*leaving me to wear it on my face, yummmmm*), or, as with my recent Tinder date, in the same bed he shares with his long-distance wife, to incoherently babble to me about how “by far – far far far away – that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Read more »

Deep diving in the stacks, part 1 [FF] [exposition/affective framing]

Before the pandemic, she was one of the nameless strangers I saw on campus all the time but had never actually conversed with. Our coffee and teaching schedules must have been synced, given the number of times I had seen her reading in the café, standing in line for coffee, or walking towards the library just as I walked out of it. Her hairstyles varied, but were always perfect, complimented with bright lipstick that accentuated her fantastic vintage-inspired wardrobe, and heels that lengthened the long line of her shapely legs. On days I was running late, wearing a no-iron button-up and slim-fit slacks over just barely clean enough chucks, hair a wild cloud of curls, I wished I could have even half of her perpetual gravitas. And on days I dressed with care, applying the tiniest bit of eye makeup and lip balm to set off my own vintage dresses, choosing a wide belt to cinch in my small waist, amplifying the curves of my full chest and fuller ass, she was one of the ones I thought about seeing and showing off for. Read more »

A secluded spot in the woods [FM] [fiction]

[*all my posts are long, so… skip to the *** for explicit stuff if you don’t like a slow tease*]

I got out of my car and walked toward him, heart pounding a bit as I took in the sight of him – lean, with just enough muscle to look squeezed into his sleeves, wearing soft jogger pants through which I could already see his bulge growing as I walked towards him. “Hi there, stranger,” I smiled warmly, coming in close for a kiss. I allowed him to hold me a moment, enjoying feeling him grow a bit more pressed against me, loving the tease of his hand sliding down over the full curve of my ass, technically clothed, but easily felt up through the thin fabric of my cotton leggings. “Not so fast – not here. You know the plan.” I broke away, appreciating his clear admiration for me, and with a grin and a wink motioned him to follow me onto the trailhead. Read more »

Shelter from the storm [MF, lady cums first, female pov, minimal context]

We began fucking with our eyes from the moment I walked through your door. I asked to wash my hands, in a brief moment of self-restraint and nod to our broader circumstances, feeling you wrap your arms around me even before I had finished drying them. Leaning back into your embrace for a moment I savor this calm, your scent (clean, with the faintest hint of clove), and the contrast between the smoothness of your freshly shaved cheek against the back of my neck and the hard quickening of your cock pressing into the soft rise of my ass.

Without saying a word I turn to you, needing the press of your lips against mine. We make out standing in your kitchen until suddenly I find myself seated on your countertop, skirt swept up, your face immediately buried in the wet folds of my cunt, already licking me hard. I love how you knew I wouldn’t need any teasing tonight, the weeks of waiting and fantasizing about fucking you were foreplay enough. Running my hands through your hair I cum quickly, pulling at handfuls while pushing your face still deeper onto my clit. You look up watching me, head thrown back now against the cabinet frame, neck exposed, breasts still covered. *I want more. I need you inside me.* You scoop me up off the counter, carrying me to your bed as I whisper into your ear about the dozens of times between last time and this time I’ve worked myself to climax thinking about your dick sliding into me, rough fucking me to sated sleep. Read more »

(Not) (F)ucking (m)y hot Latino neighbor

J has lived next door to me for nearly a year, coming and going without me giving him a second thought. Throughout this time I’ve been in a struggling relationship, prioritizing mental as well as physical faithfulness to my partner. But after months of trying and failing to single-handedly keep our relationship afloat, the strain became too much and I gave up. Now under-sexed, alone, and unable to meet anyone else socially because pandemic, it didn’t take long for me to notice my neighbor noticing me.

It started with yardwork. Early in the pandemic I decided to establish a garden, hoping to make being home all the time more bearable by making my house and yard as nice as I could. Sometimes while working outside, covered in sweat and dirt from pulling up weeds and overturning earth, J. would pass by. He always smiled at me under his mask, soft brown eyes crinkled around the edges and shining at me, looking for long enough that his attraction was obvious. Even though more than half the time he wore his mask wrong, slipped below his nose – something that ordinarily infuriates me, like the lustful hypocrite I am I still couldn’t help but smile back at him regardless. Read more »

Fucking my butch girlfriend with a strap-on dick for the first time [FF]

She was the first woman I’d fucked who really let me top her in every conceivable way. Begged for it even. This surprised me because like my other exes, she presented as butch. As a chapstick femme switch living in San Francisco I often found myself dating butch top women looking for a femme bottom. From stone butches to old school daddies to wee little baby butches, I hooked up with as many conceivable variations on the butch lesbian theme as there were shades in a pride flag, hoping to eventually find one who would actually let me be fully myself and play both roles. Looking into K’s soft brown eyes, so sibylline, so clouded over with a needy lust I recognized but had never confronted in a lover so plainly, I kissed her deeply and promised to take her strap-on shopping tomorrow for the price of a fuck today. Inhaling deeply she agreed, and I took her then with my hands alone. Read more »