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The Other Sister Pt. 1 [MF] [Cheating] [Handjob] [Blowjob]

Work in progress tale. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Definitely helps in terms of motivation and encouragement. Hope you enjoy!

Ashley gagged lightly as Eric’s cock pushed at the entrance to her throat. The contracting muscle tightened around his tip and made him involuntarily moan out loud above her. She shot him a warning glance, deep brown eyes glaring up at him from behind her glasses, and he mouthed an apology before she went back to bobbing her head back and forth onto his dick. She really wished he was either just a little bit smaller so as to comfortably fit the length of her mouth or a just a bit bigger so she could take him into her throat. Instead, he was the exact right size that every time she made it to his base, her petite nose pressing into his abdomen, the head of his cock just barely shoved its way past the back of her throat, making her gag. As much as he seemed to like it, it annoyed her to no end. Read more »

xHamster is holding a Halloween contest and looking for creative writers to write the short ‘scary’ sex fantasy script. The winner’s script will be published in the blog post and become a script for the next porn scene

Greetings from the xHamster team!

We have prepared something special for this year’s Halloween and we need your help!

We are holding a contest and looking for creative writers to join and write the short ‘scary’ sex fantasy by the end of Oct 31st. Make it simple, 500 words max, and send us your script with your Reddit username to media@xhamster.com

The spookiest sketches will be published in the blog post and become a script for the next porn scene made by a partner kinky studio.

Let us know if you have any questions, we will be happy to answer them. Good luck!

Link to the blog post regarding the contest:

[https://xhamster.com/blog/posts/10052054](https://xhamster.com/blog/posts/10052054)

Morning Cuddle [M/f] [D/s] [Anal]

The morning light, tender, diffuse, streaming in through the window, kissing her skin awake, as she squirms sleepily in his arms.

Feeling his body spooning her, under warm covers, the scent of his skin intoxicating as she lovingly gnaws on his forearm, responding to his kisses teasing the back of her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder. The steady warmth of him hardening against her, as she wriggles playfully into his groin.

“Oh, now I know you’re awake” she giggles into his arm, the giggle ending in a small sigh as she feels his tip wet against her, imagining every ropy strand of juice oozing from his head onto the back of her thighs.

She squirms again, this time reaching behind her to dip a mischievous finger into the pearls of precum on his tip, gathering up a warm string of it between her fingers that she then slowly licks clean, sucking every last silvery thread off her fingertips.

Feeling her nipples harden the instant she tastes him, feeling his tip smear her thighs, drawing out a low, satisfied moan from his chest inducing a fresh surge of wetness on his tip, even as she feels the previous smear webbing, drying and caking against her cheeks…coating her skin with a warm, transparent film that slips against his length as she moves her hips more insistently against him. Read more »

[wife] [tease] IT MUST BE LOVE: FLIRTING is an erotic story of a flirtatious wife and a forgiving husband in a relationship no-one would imagine.

If you like images to go with your story you can find the link for the illustrated version of this story in the comments below. Enjoy…

“Must be love,” I heard behind me. I think Nelson said it. He wasn’t bothering to lower his voice.

“It has to be,” Dennis agreed. “Just look at her dancing with Scott! Why the fuck would a hot babe like Bianca stay married to him, I’ll never know.”

I knew why Bianca stayed married to me and it was something they never would know. I was tempted to tell them but I was also intrigued by their conversation. They were discussing my wife not five feet away from me and they didn’t fear me hearing them at all. It was like my wife’s flirtations had made me a non-entity in their eyes.

I watched as Bianca dipped back in Scott’s arms. Her black dress pulled at her dark skin and her breasts almost fell out of her cleavage. I could see Scott’s eyes bulging from here. There was no doubt his cock was bulging as well. Bianca’s legs were moving lasciviously against Scott and the skirt was riding higher and higher on her smooth legs. Read more »

Looking to commission a writer for erotic story about ryona/rape/snuff

Hiring an experienced writer to make a story for me about a young *female* agent being captured by *male* enemies and beaten, raped, and murdered.

Must be comfortable with all of my required dark fetishes: writing about an IRL woman in fictional setting, detailed writing about her underwear and clothing, rape scenes, brutal beatings involving broken bones, broken nose etc, and gory snuff.

Starting pay ranges from $15 per 1k words, to at most $40 per 1k words using PayPal protected payment. Word length of short story is around 3000 words. Longer stories between 5000 and 8000 words. Depending on the writer, I may choose between hiring multiple short stories or one long story.

Writer must be clear about how long they need to produce commission or each 2000 word chapter of a commission, ranging from 1 week to 2 weeks max from payment.

If interested, pls leave a comment below :) and have previous erotica examples ready that are related to this genre

Locked Box [BDSM][fiction]

I can hear you in the next room and I strain my ears to decipher your sounds. I hear the jingle of buckles and hardware, the creak of the lid of the trunk at the foot of the bed, the rattle of keys and the click of a lock. Private. Hidden. Secret. I don’t know what’s coming, or what awaits me, so I myself wait, eyes shuttered by the leather hood, curled in my cage, naked and waiting.

[Content Warning: captive/cage play, erotic asphyxiation, rough sex]

Your footfalls are heavier than when you left your office, the same room I am in. You’ve put on boots. My skin prickles at the thought of being taken outside like this, played with in the grass, or pushed into the dirt, with only the high cedar hedges to protect us from prying eyes.

Private. Hidden. Secret. Read more »

Game Over – two gamers make a sexy wager, but will they both win?

[Content Warning: “Game Over” is a work of fiction and it contains playful choking, verbal teasing, rough sex and implied, ongoing consent between an established couple.]

“Can I throw this controller, or will it break?”

“I’d really rather you didn’t sweetheart.” Ascher grimaced.

“I suck, I hate this game.”

Laura dramatically rolled the game controller gently across the couch in revolt against losing for a fifth time.

“Hey. None of that. You don’t suck, you’re just frustrated.” Ascher reached over to squeeze her knee. Laura flopped back into the couch, sulking.

“Do you not want to play anymore?”

Laura sighed heavily. “Well, if you want to play then I’ll play but,” Laura stopped mid sentence. “What? Why do you look so …. devious?”

Ascher chuckled and lay back into his corner of the couch.

“Maybe we could make it more fun? Come here.”

Laura gave him a sidelong look and smiled suspiciously, eyes narrowing. She crawled across the couch to him and grinned as Ascher shimmied out of his pyjama bottoms and peeled off his shirt. He smiled and nodded at her and she followed suit, undressing, laughing as she tossed her clothes just in time for him to pull her closer, her back to his chest. He handed her the controller, his arms around her arms, his chin on her head. Read more »

Lush [short] [fiction]

“Tell me what you want more of,” she cooed as she leaned in closer. The light from the streetlight outside caught her face and illuminated her mouth; wet and lush, calling silently to me.

“I want …” My words were hushed as she licked her lips and dragged her tongue up my thigh.

“I want …”

“Hmmmmm? This? More of this?” Her voice was soft and sing-song, teasing, cruel in the most desirable way.

“Tell me.” she whispered, her breath was hot against my cock and I swallowed hard, watching the way she slid my cock head along her lips, feeling it and seeing it simultaneously, unable to look away.

“Just more,” I was breathless and transfixed, finally exhaling with a whimper as her lips closed around my shaft and the warmth of her mouth bathed by aching cock.

“Yes, like that.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and I saw her smile before her face moved back into the shadows.

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(M)(Public Masturbation) my newest obsession and passion

**Hello everyone. This is my first post ever. While I know it may not be the most well written and may contain grammatical/syntax errors I just needed to tell my story. I know I’ll get better so just bear with me while I build my skills I up** if you want to read the “meat of the story, skip to the 4th paragraph

Recently I’ve been masturbating a lot more than normal. I’d usually do it once, maybe twice a week when my girlfriend isn’t around. It doesn’t hold the same value that it used to when I was a teenager. Why jerk off when I can have sex with my girlfriend? Mutual pleasure is better. In the past couple weeks it’s been picking up, to almost once a day maybe twice. The passion and lust of my 16 year old self somehow being reinvigorated. Read more »