Category: Erotica

It had been 6 months since I [F] last saw him. Saw him, got fucked by him, same difference. I missed him everyday. Everyday before i went to bed, i thought about how he had fucked me in the exact spot not too long ago. How he totally overpowered me and pushed me into the bed, grabbing my hair with one hand and shutting my mouth with the other. All while ramming his shaft inside me. And I lay there, moaning like the helpless little cunt i was, with my legs spread wide open to please him.

We ran this escapade for a while before he left. New love, warm blood, everywhere we went, we fucked. We watched sunsets on a tiny hill together, never fully though. As the sun went down, we’d both get busy with stuffing his dick down my throat. He’d suck on my fingers to stop himself from moaning, fingers that were soaked with my juices.

He’d bend me over the seat of his car on the side of an empty road and make me spead my legs for him. My tits would rub against the leather of the seat, and he’d fuck me till i squirted all over his dick and both of our cum would run down my legs, quivering. Read more »

Hey all, so I recently got into writing erotica. I’m no writer by any means. I just wanted to put my thoughts or rather my fantasies into words and see if it’s any good. So I’m kinda keen to know if this small scene that i wrote is of any good or not. You can let me know what you think of it. Thanks! Oh also if you write as well, maybe we could grab a cup of virtual coffee and write something together? :p

I was finally heading to Scotland. To meet the girl I’d been aching to see. My flight touched down around 7 in the evening. Went through all the regular formalities of getting out of the airport. All this while I was so restless. Just waiting to see her. It had been almost a year of just between getting to know her and constant sexts. So the excitement was just pouring out. And that’s when I see her. She looked striking. The previous day we had decided on what she would be wearing. A light pink top and a very short grey skirt. No panties no bra. I get out, give her the biggest hug ever and a small peck on her lips. Lots more was going to follow. Read more »

As the bluetooth speaker was playing relaxing lounge music, John, Mike, and Clarissa were all waiting for Sarah to resume the story.
S:” We got to know this manufacturer from John’s dad, who had shares in a robotic company. We browsed their catalogue to find an android that could help around the house. You know Clarissa how much I hate doing house chores. Well, this company had a full customisable android”
J:” We spent most of the afternoon. Playing with hair, eyes, skin colour. They even let you configure skin softness or roughness, and of course age”
S:”Thank you honey. We agreed on a young dude. I couldn’t handle John’s idea of a petite blonde going around the house. So we decided to go for a Caucasian athletic, with adjustable skin temperature and smell”.
C:”What about his genitals?”

John and Mike laughed.

S:”They are real and functioning”
C:”You mean it looks real” Read more »

I have really enjoyed spending the last hour or so with you in spirit, writing to you as if you were here with me, laying on the couch, resting your head on my lap. Perhaps my hand is rubbing your buzz cut, because you know how much I love the way it feels in my hand, or perhaps I’m tucking my hand in your shirt, so I can run my fingers through your soft, furry chest hair. Since it’s just you and me, and we’re in for the night, maybe I’ll take off my shirt, since you have made me feel confident and sexy shirtless, and I love the way the necklace looks on my chest. Being shirtless with you makes me want to take off my pants too, when suddenly you notice my bulge in my AussieBum jockstrap. I’m so hard and so horny for you after playing with your fur, and I want to cum so much, but you know the rules – Friday nights belong to daddy. Read more »

Everyone is above 18. But some holy vows are most definitely being broken. Sacrilege ahead.

I (26F) was raised catholic in a fairly conservative Latino family. Sex was never a talking point. I was heavily sheltered from it. This resulted in a pretty intense phase of sexual exploration when I finally got out of my childhood prison.

I soon came to find that I have an increasingly high libido and love to have anything and anyone in my mouth or body. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. I love boobs squishing up against me. I love pussy pressed against my lips. (Any of my lips) I carried these urges with me when I moved to San Francisco for college where I earned a bachelor’s in music. After graduation, I found a nice studio apartment that came cheap due to being right next to a large catholic mega church. But not the classic Latin chanting kind. The sort of upbeat and wannabe-young-and-hip kind of place. A far cry from my childhood orthodox mass. My first Saturday night of constant blaring Jesus music explained my low rent. But it could’ve been worse. I was busy day to day trying to further my music career, so I hardly noticed the church. Until, of course, that flier blew into my windshield. Read more »

**Warning:** This most makes use of *very persuasive* language and could elicit feelings of *intense and desperate arousal, Submission* and *helplessness*. Do not read it if you’re underage or not in a safe/private space. ***You have been warned.***

Have you ever experienced that feeling of complete emptiness that often follows an intense orgasm. It’s almost an high as all these feelings of arousal and pleasure surge all through your body, before you finally collapse into your bed, completely satisfied, completely spent.

I wonder how many nights such as this one you have spent on chasing this high, multiple times even on some nights. Only to be distraught when the fleeting sensation subsides, leaving you crave more.

You see, sluts like you cant help themselves. You are a prisoner to your own desires, a prisoner to your own lust. You come here because you wish to fulfill the darkest of your desires. You come here because you want to feel helpless you want to be used and abused. Because the high that you feel as you’re being used by someone is stronger than the high that you feel from vanilla sex. Read more »

I own a small apartment block in the Philippines, simple rooms but a home for several girls. One, Erika when she came to me, being much smaller than me I couldn’t help but feel paternal and want to protect her. Her petite, fragile frame reflective of the abusive family she sought to escape, but lacked the finances. I did my best to reduce her rent and time to time I’d check in on her, make sure she’s ok, provide her with guidance and counselling, cook her the odd meal. Often I’d be reminded of the outline of her feminine body, petite and tight with a healthy red glow, her inviting lips and innocent needing eyes. Sometimes when I was in the mood I’d knock on her door, and after a brief talk start touching and kissing her. At first she seemed nervous, shy, she hadn’t done anything like that before. Perhaps a bit frightened, but there was also a lust and desire in her eye. Afterwards she’d feel safe and loved, cared for and protected. I felt like she was kept safe in that home of ours, protected and sheltered from the world, safely mine. However one day she came home with a guy. She was wearing the skirt and blouse I’d dressed her with earlier, covering her attractive curves, breasts and body so well and yet it seemed to have attracted a fly wanting to taint my ripe fruit. I asked her what it was about and of the rule for no guests at the apartments. She seemed like a child caught by her parent and at this point I was a bit annoyed, she was mine and I didn’t know who this guy was, or if he had good intentions even. I asked him to go outside as I talked to her, and as I thought more about how someone else might be touching my girl I got possessive. Read more »

*First post!*

*Look, this is a ‘what if but hot’ take on cosmic horror. Like, what if someone had an experience with this this mindbendingly alien cosmic being, but as much as they were scared they were also into it?*

*It goes hard – while it’s not super bloody in the traditional sense, there’s an intense amount of body horror. Seriously, don’t keep reading if you’re not down with that – you’ve been warned. I can say that there is nothing nonconsensual in this, there’s no scenes of pain / aggression and no other potentially problematic taboos other than the body horror.*

*That said, my aim is to give everybody esoteric new kinks that they feel a bit weird and also secretly excited about having. So y’know, if you are down to stretch that comfort zone out a bit, read on.* Read more »