Category: Erotica

The Library’s Princess (part three-The End) [Mfm] [Light Bondage] [Fearful Reaction]

“Me and Joe?” I asked

He nodded silently.

“We haven’t really talked about it, but I don’t think so? I’m pretty sure it’s just a business arrangement for him.”

He looked at me and tilted his head to the side slightly, “And for you?”

I blushed, “It’s just a business arrangement for me, too.”

Zane smiled, “Liar. I think you actually like him.”

My blush deepened a little, “Does that even…”

Zane leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips as I spoke. It was my turn to be caught off guard. I held my hand up, and while I wanted to push him away from me, I simply let him kiss me for a moment before I returned the advance. When he pulled away from me he looked a little confused and quickly rushed out the door, leaving his laptop behind on my dining room table.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I had made the offer to him first and he turned me down. He’d already edited and put up half a dozen videos of me and Joe and hundreds of photos, so I didn’t get the sudden change in demeanor. I mean, the video was the most graphic one we’d done, but it wasn’t that graphic. Did he see something in it I didn’t realize was there? Read more »

Bedtime

The images that dance through her head as she waits for sleep to come are equal parts sweet and terribly dirty. This is her favorite part of the day, because her imagination gets to run wild. There are no limits, inhibitions, no societal standards to keep her from experiencing every sexual desire she could possibly have.

Her hand begins playing with her own chest, only in her mind it’s a man from her past doing the playing. Imaging his lips and tongue moving over her delicate skin. His hands grab, twist, and pull. Sensitive nipples erect and longing. His mouth eager as it moves from one breast to the other.

As his head moves down her stomach he transforms into her current love. Its his mouth she pretends is moving across her aching pussy. His lips and tongue instead of her own hand. Her thighs tremble and her back arches as the first bit of fire runs through her. No one can use their mouth the way he can. Read more »

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Looking for stories about humiliation?

Erotica about humiliation is fairly easy to find, but I’ve been really interested in finding things more along the lines of stupidity?

Basically, I want to read stories about someone being made fun of for being dumb. Whether it’s at school or at work etc. I don’t care!

I’m just not sure how to find stories like that and would appreciate any leads or links! :)

Sex by the roses [bf/gf] [outside sex] [creampie] [female pov]

Passion among the roses

My boyfriend had been away visiting his family for a week, we’d traded some pictures and sexted a little, but I missed the contents of his trousers and needed his paws on my skin again.

He was due to arrive back home at 5pm on a sunday. I left a note just inside the front door:
“I’m hiding somewhere, come find your hungry sex kitten, theres a clue in the bedroom”
Where he found a rose and another note:
“Follow your nose to please your heart”

He went outside, into the cool evening air and warm sunshine, along the path in the garden, to the bed of roses I asked the gardner to help me keep so we’d have a supply for romantic needs. Where he could see a small tanned foot peaking out from some longer grass next to the bed. We’d often sit there together in the warm summer, drinking iced juice or licking icecreams by the scent of roses. Read more »

[35M/20F] The college girl.[pt1]

Let me start with a little background. And let me give it a story type of narration because I don’t have anything else to do.
I am a 35 yo man, a little port bellied, clean-shaven but a head full of hair, single and professionally I am vet but I have invested in real estate and I own a building with 3 apartments. All of them have tenants. I don’t live in that neighborhood though. They are good people and pay their rents on time.
I am not a social person and my relationship with my tenants is strictly landlord-tenant kind. One of the tenants is a college student and I let her have the smallest apartment for a third of its price because when she came to look at the apartment she had all her stuff in her car. She seemed like she was having a really tough time. So I thought what the hell, it’s not like I am going to take my money to the grave. Let’s do some good deeds. Read more »

[M/s] [Anal] [Fiction] Assfucked By My Heartbroken Son – Rose Bud

Julie wiped sweat off her forehead as she tidied up Jamie’s apartment. It astonished her how the usually gentle and cheerful Jamie could live in a pigsty. The apartment was strewn with litter. Trays of half eaten microwave meals lay stacked in the kitchen sink, cans of unfinished beer crowded the living room.

She reminded her husband in the car that Jamie wasn’t himself. Since his girlfriend broke up with him, it was as if he sank into a pit of despair. Jamie was their son.

They knocked on the front door and were greeted by a husk of his former self. Jamie was beyond unkempt. He had weeks old stubble and a foul odour clung to him like a wraith. It was obvious from his gaunt, pallid complexion was the result of being seriously deficient in Vitamin D. Julie looked past him and noticed the curtains were drawn, permanently, she figured.

“Go clean yourself up,” Adam said, his tone an order.

Jamie didn’t resist, he was probably at such a low point, that he wasn’t going to fight anything. Read more »

Wanted [CNC, MF]

*He has been watching her for sometime. Learning her schedule, her roommates schedule, her neighbors.
She has a careless confidence, unaware of her surroundings. No steady boyfriend but a stream of casual encounters come and go from her apt.

Inviting onlookers to ogle with her blinds half open, she is walking around her apt in a tank top and panties, gabbing on the phone, most likely about her last encounter… she should really be more careful.
Today’s the day. She needs to be taught a lesson. After her roommate leaves, he gathers his bag, dressed to check the hvac unit in the apt but coming with a fun little bag of tools. Read more »

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Mothers Gone Wild – another homage to 80s porn paperbacks – Chapter Seven [FM, FF, FFM, Incest]

**CHAPTER SEVEN**

Lucille pulled Luke Gable’s tee shirt up off of his broad chest and over his face, momentarily trapping his arms above his head. She pushed him playfully up against her bedroom wall, running her hands down the sides of his torso and over his sharply defined abdominal muscles. Reveling in playing the aggressor, she kissed his belly then trailed her tongue upward across his chest. She captured one of his nipples between her lips and bit it. His entire body jerked reflexively.

“Ouch – watch it!” Luke twisted away, yanking his shirt off and tossing it to the floor. Lucille’s heart raced at the sight of the athletic teen standing bare chested in the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. “Man, you are serious business, Mrs. Aldrich.”

“Oh, I think you can call me Lucie,” she teased. She advanced on him, hips swaying. She loosened the sash of her robe. It was a long, transparent blue silk number that she’d purchased recently just for occasions such as this one. She knew that Luke had been getting a good look at the outline of her pert tits and ass and her long legs since she’d met him at the front door a few minutes ago and led him up the main stair of the quiet, empty house to the bed that until recently she’d shared only with Frank. Now she let the robe fall open. It slipped half-way down her shoulders as she knelt on the carpet before her son’s teammate and friend. Read more »

Meeting Margo at a Bar [MF]

One night, I was at a bar with one of my friends. We had just gotten off work and wanted to grab a drink to unwind. We were sitting at a table in the outside seating area when I noticed a woman at a bar. She was looking around the bar when I caught her eye. I averted my gaze not to be creepy then slowly looked back at the bar. She looked over and our eyes met again. I gave her a small smile and she smiled back.

She looked to be in her early twenties; no older than 25. Her hair was blonde and fell to the top of her shoulders. She wore a purple sleeveless blouse and denim jeans. On her feet were black flats. She sat on a barstool and seemed to be drinking alone. Her hand was on the rim of a wineglass as she looked up at the televisions behind the bar. Various sports games were on and the volume was deafening in the bar. Read more »