He was so charming. That was your first impression of him. Even beyond his handsome features and his expensive suit, you were captivated by his charisma. His presence was intoxicating and you distinctly remembered thinking “maybe this is just what I need.” Oh there were warning signs to be sure, but you ascribed his thinly veiled innuendos to the sexual tension between you two, and you even found yourself wishing that he was hinting at a sexual kink that the two of you could explore together.
Category: Erotica
Erotica Writer Looking for Commissions
Hello, there, I am Tik Tik of [The Adventures of Tik Tik](https://www.patreon.com/tiktikkobold), and I specialize in fantasy fiction with sexy stories. I try to cater to a lot of desires that enjoy just having fun. My main series is about a female kobold looking to discover the fun ways different species and cultures have sexy fun. And, sometimes, I open up commissions.
I generally do fantasy, but I am open to realistic depictions of sex. I can do human, furry, fantasy creatures, whatever.
I try to keep things on a more positive note, too, where everyone is having fun, but feel free to contact me with your ideas.
General rates are as follows: .014 USD/word for Tik Tik stories
.015 USD for non Tik-Tik stories I would post on my profiles
.016 USD for stories that I don’t want to post myself.
My current main place to post my work is my [SoFurry](https://tiktikkobold.sofurry.com/) page
Trying to not be an asshole [MFF] [Poly] [conflicted]
TL/DR: tempted to make a previous partner my new fuck buddy / mistress but that wouldn’t be right.
Update: Barbara just sent a nice “how are you” text this afternoon
Names changed to protect me.
After my divorce, I dated multiple people openly and discovered polyamoury (which just seemed to be a buzzword / label for what I was doing).
I had two relationships, one a woman my age who matched up on so many levels especially sexually (Anna), and one in her mid 20’s (Barbara) who was incredibly kinky, a bit more skilled and curvier (much bustier) than Anna.
Anna had no interest in threesomes, Barbara was openly bisexual. Two years ago Anna broke up with me because she didn’t want to be “one of” my girlfriends. Immediately she was who I compared anyone new I dated too, and she was even on my mind when I was with Barbara.
A month passed, and I started and ended a relationship with someone who immediately got possessive even though I was clear in dating multiple people. I began to reflect on what I wanted.
Bar Three [MF, FM]
We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.
Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.
She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.
Had a long, long sex fantasy/dream last night and decided to turn it into a story [mf]
We hit a bump and my brain rattled in my skull. It was never smooth riding on the potholed road leading out of my village, but at least I could usually avoid them on the two agile wheels of my bicycle. The only small comfort here was the seatbelt securely strapped from right shoulder to left hip, from left hip to right hip. The driver had done it for me, slipping metal into metal with a satisfying click.
I pressed my forehead against the window and watched the last few homes of my village slip away, my breath fogging up the glass until even the countryside disappeared in a haze of white. I sank back into my seat and closed my eyes, letting the jostling of the road rock me to sleep.
I woke up to a kind of quiet I had never heard before. There was nighttime quiet, but that was filled with the relentless buzzing of bugs in the summer, the crackling of the wood stove in the winter, and the constant snores and shufflings of my family all year round. There was church quiet, but that lasted for only seconds at a time before it was interrupted by someone’s cough or the organist beginning a new song.
I Love My Hott Ass Wife!!
*Not gonna post a pic cuz I figure there’s already enough dicks around here.*
I just got out of the shower where I shaved everything bald again. I walked out on our 3rd story apartment balcony nude to air dry for a moment. Just as I did my wife ran over an locked the door. Several people have already seen the display as I saw them look away quick & say “Oh My God!”. People are getting home from work & it’s starting to get mighty crowded. She is just laughing & taking pictures. Just now as I was trying to hide in the corner as a family walked by she opened the door & quickly set one of her butt plugs and a pair of panties out, quickly locking the door behind her. She just informed me than I could come back inside only once I put the butt plug in my ass as she videos it & then model the pink lacy panties for her. My heart is racing & my cock throbbing. I love how kinky my baby is.
Embers of Lust [Supernatural]
Here’s one I wrote back in 2011.
He stared into the fire once again. The lonely man who wants an escape. Looking to see if he can spot her once more. The fire lady, the beautiful figure who danced in the flames.
This mans name is Jake, he used to be somebody, a long since forgotten politician, but now he has lost everything except his house and his fire. The cheery fire was his only consolation for his failures.
Staring desperately into the depths of the embers he saw her for the first time. A hauntingly beautiful creature who moved like an angel. Jake felt a deep longing in his heart as his eyes passed over her slim, toned and oiled body. While he felt a deep sense of want, he was also hesitant. While she was human in figure her details where alien. Her hair was made of pure fire and her skin was shades of orange and red. Red eyes burned brightly like little fires in itself. She brought her hands above her and swung her hips slowly, dancing to some unknown rhythm, her supple breasts bouncing whenever she moved.
Bar Two [FM]
Strip clubs are seedy dives, places where the stage is behind the bar, the customers are only allowed to look, and everyone seems a bit sad. My buddy Dave is a stripper connoisseur, and he drags me along once in a while. I don’t have extra spending money, and I’m not enthused to pay too much for my drinks. Particularly in a bar where the women are off limits. It all feels like a tease, harder to get drunk, and impossible to get laid.
We are just out of college, on one of the ill-advised road trips that will turn into stories decades later. Dave has a strip club stop all planned out. I’m not excited, and angry Mike, the other guy on this trip, wants no part of it. Mike and Dave argue, it gets heated, and Mike stays in the hotel bar while Dave takes me on “an adventure.”
Our road trip has taken us out of state, and the clubs are different than Dave’s usual dens of syphilis and depression. The girls here are scorching hot, and they dance right in front of you. They drape a leg over your shoulder while you slip a bill in their garter or their waistband, and the over-muscled bouncer doesn’t bat an eye.
Bar One [MF]
I’m at a bar, just past midnight, nowhere near closing time. It’s a crowded bar, with a dance floor and a sing-along classic rock vibe. I’m 30 years old, confident, professional, dressed well, presenting well. I’m feeling good about picking up someone tonight.
A pretty brunette girl with piercing blue eyes is chatting me up. She’s wearing a sundress and heels, and has curly hair. I’m alone at the bar, my buddy is flirting with a girl across the room. The bar is full, not crowded, and this sundress girl talking to me is very handsy. Touching my arms, my shoulders, brushing up on me as we chat.
She’s had a couple drinks, and she’s chosen her target. I’m the lucky guy. She’s a couple years older, maybe 33, but very fit. The sundress leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s not wearing a bra, and barely needs to, perhaps a B cup, tops. But she can move, and she’s into me. I feel really good about my chances of getting this girl to bed.
M/F DDLG – Sorry if there are any mistakes, this is my first piece of erotica
There was a knock at the door and Sasha hastened to answer it. On the other side was Rob. She’d been expecting him so she had her collar on and the lead was in his hand. He attached it and then she dropped to her knees, ready. Rob made his way inside and closed the door behind him, not caring if someone saw Sasha whilst he did so.
Once behind closed doors, he pulled her up by the lead and caught her lips in a passionate kiss which only ended when she nipped his lip gently.
“Sorry, Daddy.” Sasha giggled, not really meaning it. She was going to get what she wanted. Rob pulled her to her feet and then rather unceremoniously bent her over the back of the couch.
“Count.” he instructed before landing a firm slap on her ass. She squealed loudly and he tugged on the lead. She didn’t need any more prompting.
“One.” she said, a slight waver in a voice. Four more slaps reigned down and her voice got a little quieter each time.
“Now what do you say?” Rob asked, his voice firm.