Ginger [M/F], 5 Days of Denial

Hello everyone. I thought I might just take this opportunity to thank everyone for being so supportive towards each other in this community. This has been such a charming creative outlet for me, and I think it’s just wonderful everyone can get together and share ideas and stories with one another without the worry of shaming or bullying. Thank you to everyone for sharing your stories, I have thoroughly enjoyed them all and I look forward to seeing more from you in 2022!! Have a happy and safe holiday everyone, however you choose to celebrate it.

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Ginger lay on the lounge in nothing but her cute cotton cheekies with floral print on them. Her legs were splayed wide apart in front of him, her hips involuntarily gyrating, her face glazed over.

“Hi Ginger” he groans at her with magnetic charm.

Her legs shake as his voice penetrates her, but she knows not to touch without his permission.

“…hello…” she moans her reply. Ginger has the sweetest, most delicate and desperate voice.

“You are now 5 days into your denial. How does that feel? What have you been doing?”

My Roomie and I (M/F)

It was 4 in the morning and I had been out all night. Naturally, the vodka soda limes had hit me and it was time to go home. I exited the club without saying goodbye to my friends – I’ll see them later anyway- and waved down the first taxi I saw. It had been a while since I had hooked up with anyone. Only once since I broke up with my girlfriend three months ago, and tonight I was going home alone again despite a couple of flirtatious interactions. I pay the driver, and fumble for my keys as I open the front door, trying my best to keep quiet so I don’t wake my roomie.

As I walk through the hallway door, I’m surprised to find the living room light on and her sitting on the couch smiling back at me.
“You’re awake?” I say, stuttering my words, evidently drunk.
“I just got back myself” she returns, continuing to stare and smile at me.
I notice her in a black bodycon mini dress and my eyes wander over her amazing figure. She looks incredible and lets out a cheeky smirk as she catches me staring. “And you look a little worse for wear”.

Brian and Jessica

Work days are hard for Brian. Even more so because Brian works long and hard. Everyday. And the days get increasingly frustrating.
But Brian considers himself lucky. He has a beautiful woman waiting at home for him everyday. She does everything for Brian. She makes sure that when Brian comes home tired and exhausted, the house is tidy for him. She makes sure Brian can come home and put his feet up to relax. She will have the dinner prepared for him, the house nice and cool on those hot Aussie days. She likes to make sure she is well presented. She likes to dress either in a tight fitting black dress that shows off her tight ass and perky tits or shorts that are so short it shows off her long and toned legs with a hint of ass that is deliberately and cheekily revealed when she turns around and bends over. And her hair is always neatly done. She knows he likes her in a ponytail or pigtails. That’s the least she can do for him.
He looks after her so well. He is always providing for her, taking good care of her. Making sure they have money, making sure the bills can be paid for. Making sure things around the house are fixed and working.

Literotica and eroticliterature sub Reddits.

I’m curious to know to know how everyone feels different platforms fare against eachother?
I’m new to erotic writing, but I’ve really been enjoying both reading and the process of writing my own stuff. A lot of writers here are just outstanding at projecting imagery through words and the creativity has me so absorbed. It’s such an art form! As I’ve heard been said before – ‘A book is always better….’

I think I like interaction the most. Hints, tips, encouragement. Sharing ideas. Exchanging. And I’d love to find somewhere interaction is prevalent. Does anyone have any suggestions, thoughts or advice? I’d love to improve my writing.

A Letter from Your Lover (M/F)

Hi baby, I’m thinking about you.

I’m thinking about you right now. It’s hard to focus on anything else. I’m remembering last night. How hot you are. How sexy. Your silken negligee. So tempting. So…. sultry.

You are so sexy baby. You need to know that. Your hair. How sweet you smell. How delicious you taste. Your soft skin and how good it feels pressing on mine. Your delicate moans as I explore every inch of you. I want to devour you. To ravish you over and over again.
I want you to know how you make me feel and how much you make me lose my self-control. How much I crave you.

I can’t keep you out of my thoughts. I don’t want to. I hunger for you. The sight of you makes me want to pounce on you, like a hunter and it’s prey.
I am insatiable for you. Addicted to you. It runs deep down within my core I find impossible to ignore. Turning me primal. Impassioned. You’ve brought this out in me darling. You’ve ignited a fire in me. I want you to know that. I need you to know that.

[M4F] Mdom (my first written story, so I would love to know how I went).

I’m going to use you baby. Going to make you lay on the bed using just my soft voice that makes you moan, and then make you watch me strip. You won’t be allowed to touch me – or yourself – until I say. I’ll stand in front of you and start to stroke myself, teasing you until you’re so horny and not able to do a thing about it.

You moan, parting your legs wide and showing me that wet and wanting pussy as you imagine me getting onto the bed, getting on top of you…

I’ll make sure my cock throbs just above your pussy. Enough that one thrust of your hips would have me enter you….But you won’t. Because you’re my good girl.

“How do you feel about a man younger than you dominating you hmm? Does it feel good baby?”

You nod, distracted. Your hands flex – I can tell you want to guide me into your pussy so bad.

“You’re very distracted… Is there something wrong baby?”