Category: Erotica

I’m up, ma.

I’m up, ma, watching you, too.
Seeing you from this bed,
Lying in between wake & rest.
You can feel my eyes on you.
Last night, rough.
I see the marks & stress.
Don’t worry, my Queen.
I’ll be taking care of you,
In just a moment.
Seeing you now,
Bare back,
I’d kiss.
Pantyless.
I can’t help grabbing ahold,
Stroking,
Thinking what to do to you next.
I’m leaning back imagining this,
But without that skirt.
Maybe you slip up these sheets,
Take me into your sweet mouth instead.

I love that you think,
I never rise,
The minute your side is without mine,
That I wouldn’t notice.

And that’s fine,
Because the minute you go,
I’m aware & stare,
Thinking of each new possibility,
Strategically.

To decide,
How I’m going to make you,
Squirm & beg.
You, me, three, maybe.
You, me tonight, is enough. Read more »

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She Knows All

I daydream that I’m on trial, a group of women staring at me with a look of their decided disgust. The first woman, a tall, long-legged, blonde bombshell struts down towards the stand. When asked about her encounter, she states that she was the first person to ever be objectified by me.

“He was only young, sitting in the passenger’s seat of a car at a stoplight. When I had to cross the road, he looked me up and down. He stared at my legs and my ass the whole time they were stopped. But even worse, was what he imagined me doing while I was just crossing the road. They were things I would never do; I didn’t know boys thought of such things, especially that young.”

The judge, a woman, looked at me and asked, “So do you plead the 5th again?” Of course, I did, but it didn’t matter. See, with me, I’m the first lucky person to have an anti-superpower. Do you know how you feel a little guilty when you stare at a woman, or try and make a double take? You imagine them noticing and thinking you’re disgusting for being such a pervert. Well, I’m not sure about the details, but when I hit puberty women were able to tell whenever I thought about them. Read more »

I’m the boss, make me cum

“Nicole, these minutes are full of typos. I don’t have time to correct your mistakes all the time. Can you please go through them again? I need them in the next half hour.”

I can see your slight scowl as you apologise. I know you resent my manner. I don’t care tbh. I know you need this job pretty desperately. I know why you got fired from the last two – fingers in the till last time, fingers somewhere else the time before that. You have a big mortgage, a young child and a layabout partner. You are paid well over the odds for sometimes shoddy work, because I took pity on you. But there has to be a quid pro quo, Nicole.

“Also did you cancel my 3.30? I’ve booked a hair appointment. Fit him in next week.”

“Oh, not yet.”

“Well get on with it, Nicole, for fuck’s sake!”

I can see you wince slightly this time, my swearing always seems to slightly intimidate you.

“Also this coffee’s shit. Can you make me another one? Go out to the shop and get the good stuff, that one is rank. I can always tell when we’ve run out of the decent stuff, I don’t know why you don’t just replace it with the decent coffee each time.” Read more »

Finding the one [Bondage]

We sat in the restaurant, we had been here since the early evening and now the waiters had been cleaning up around us. Too caught up in each other we hadn’t noticed the passage of time.

This was our first date and we had a lot to talk about. Of course we had spoken at length over email and IM but nothing can quite compare to that first meeting, the first rush of excitement when you realise that the reality matches the fantasy or at least seems to so far.

She is sitting across from me, slightly away from the table with one leg crossed over the other. Her short dress riding up her thigh and her long bare legs ending in a pair of heels. To say I was captivated was an understatement.

As I said, we had talked at length over email. Discussing our likes and dislikes, our wants and desires. She had told me everything I had wanted to hear and from the fact that she was here I had said the right things too. As the time drew closer to paying the bill I felt that I needed to test what she had told me. Read more »

Anoymous Afternoon [Bondage]

I knew it was her. Not because I knew what she looked like but because she was doing what I had asked of her.

She stood in a light summer dress and heels, making her legs look luscious, with her hands crossed at the small of her back. She had been standing there for about 30 minutes while I sat in the coffee shop window watching, waiting to see if she would arrive.

Her train had been on time and from the throng of people I got my first look at her as she emerged from the station and moved out of the crowd to stand where I had told her to wait. She had to be nervous and because this was a British summer and it was raining she also had to be cold but she wasn’t fidgeting. Her feet together, her head held high, proudly, defiantly, daring the world to question her existence there. a couple of times young men had approached her, presumably to ask her if she was OK and on each occasion with a smile and a flick of her hair she sent them on their way. Read more »

Warrior’s Reward (Erotic Poem)

Warrior’s Reward

The aggressors have won, claiming their victory
At long last, the war is over
The soldier returns home, he’ll share his story
And his wife greets him, as a friend, and as a lover

He flings open the door, he stands in the frame
His wife comes running, she jumps into his arms
He kisses his wife, so gentle and so tame
She kisses him back, he finally drops his guard

It does not take long for the loving to start
He orders her to drop down, and suck his cock
She complies immediately, she goes down to her knees
She undoes his pants, and begins to please

With his cock in her mouth, she begins to suck
He pushes her head roughly with his hands
It’s rough and dirty, a perfect face-fuck
The masculine energy coursing through her man

She sucks him off harder, she licks his balls
He feels the effects of her sexual expertise
As they fuck in their home, out in the hall
The wife fulfills her duty to satisfy and please Read more »

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Bound and fucked by an alien [BDSM, bondage, anal, comedy(!)]

*This is a short excerpt from the novella “Invasion of the Fukbots – and their tentacled alien masters”, an erotic BDSM scifi comedy. You can find it here:* [*https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl*](https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl)

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The fukbot dragged Alex into a larger room with a scenic view of Earth. Few humans had ever been lucky enough to experience this view, but Alex did not feel particularly blessed as the bot shackled her hands above her head and left.

After a few minutes of struggling, Alex had to admit that her chances of escape were non-existent. She was a tough woman, forged in the hellfire of the modern fashion industry, but the cold grip of hopelessness threatened to freeze the last traces of stubborn resistance.

“Welcome aboard,” a voice sounded behind her. It was warm, even pleasant.

Alex turned around as fast as her restraints would allow and saw one of the alien invaders for the first time. It was humanoid in shape, but taller, and naked. The blue skin was smooth, seamless, the kind of complexion that would take a skilled Photoshop artist hours to accomplish on even the fairest of models back on Earth. The face was calm, a study of perfect jawline and cheekbones, with three round, white eyes in a triangle shape above the small nose. The body had an odd, oily sheen as if it was a bodybuilder covered in baby oil for a competition. Read more »

When you wake.

I like to watch you, my King.
Sleep.
It’s when my lips,
My upper thighs,
And throat are most free.
Free from your hands, arms & legs.
Free to imagine,
How I’ll be consumed by you next.
Next, when you wake,
With your sweeter embrace,
Shaping the line that is my side,
Grasping firmly,
Softly,
Molding against me like clay.
Your skin,
The mix of sienna & copper,
With a hint of mint.
Leaning back I kiss,
You insist.
Holding my neck,
Giving you full frame of my face.
Do as you wish.
But el Diablo you are not, mi amor.
Not when you wake.
You’re sweet,
In this space.
When the slightest moan echoes,
Deep & loud.
Melting into you,
Continuing the flow,
Each measure,
On & in between each note.
Synchronized,
Syncopated,
Beat.
Watching shadow mist,
Dance across the walls,
Soft, electric hue,
Purplish blues,
Surrounding this still room.
You then slip gently inside,
You can’t not.
Though I lose breath,
When your shaft separates,
Enters a small space.
Pussy tight, warm & soft,
Pass my round cheeks.
A hand gliding across the crease,
To feel my fat clit,
Plump & on cue.
Hearing you groan,
Grabbing hard,
Holding in place,
The highest point of my hip,
In an early morning, sleepy wake.
But this time no agenda,
To make me beg.
It will only be,
To feel closest to my heart.
To feel between breaths,
Your length meeting my spot.
Making me tremble, you do.
So touched by your care,
To make me drip & wet.
You go deeper yet.
Meeting you halfway,
I’ll come,
No matter how far,
Whatever you need, my Prince,
When you wake.
I’ll be waiting for you.
From mami to mi amor. Read more »

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Lupin and Sophie hate fuck

Lupin and Sophie hate fucking.

Thanks to /uN3ko_kitten for the prompt from DPP. Let me know what you think. I’m wanting to write and post more. More communication at the end.

[Tags:]

[face/ass slapping] [large cock] [probone] [mild banter] [hairy chest] [size gap] [calling the sub pet] [tell me what they do next]

Lupin, wearing loose tan cargo pants only held up by a belt, stood in the doorway and was greeted just the way he had expected.

“Fuck you.” Sophie snapped. 

Her frame was on full display as she wore a full black complement of denim overalls Doc martens, a septum piercing, and a fading hickey on the side of her neck. Her hands balled into fists staring up with fire in her eyes looking through the bangs of her platinum, bob-cut hair. Her chest was raising and falling from frustration from the very obvious booty call text she received. She had a hard time explaining to her friends that her Ex, the sexist one, had sent yet another dick pic. Of course, she couldn’t tell them that the length and size of it was always the reason it worked.  Read more »

New to writing

Hi I’m new to writing this type of stuff. It excites me so much. I find it cringey and sexy at the same time. I find myself getting horny when I write. I’m open to pointers and any advice. I have so many thoughts in my head I want to share them.

It was finally happening. Iris was sitting on the couch pallet next to me. I looked over at Brian. He sat relaxed with his legs open locks in a bun.

Iris took my face in her hand and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back. I let her control how we kissed, but every so often I would bite her bottom lip Unexpectedly. She grabbed me by the neck and I let out a moan. I completely relaxed against her lips and gave my throat to her completely. I began to rub her breast through her top. Holding them in my palms squeezing them through her shirt. She began to mirror me.

Brian watched us on the pallet making out and touching each other through our clothes. He was completely focused on us. Enjoying our little show. He took his hair out of the bun and let his hand rest on his dick. Read more »

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