DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Alix
In all her twenty-nine years on earth, Alix had done very little to distinguish herself beyond the typical French woman. It is true she had managed to turn an art history degree from the university of Rennes into a creative director position at a New York ad agency, and also her brown eyes were almond shaped, almost, but not quite oriental, but beyond that she was not very different from your average young Parisienne or Toulousaine. Some might argue she was quintessential. After all she had every quality plus that special ‘je ne sais quoi’ required of every Gallic femme. Her height was average; her hair shorter than her American compatriots, less fussed with and somehow more perfect for the ignorance: Coquettish, natural, feminine without looking high-maintenance. Her legs were long and thin without being useless and her hips were feminine to the core. They were, as described drunkenly and in confidence by her male co-workers, childbearing. Her derriere was ample but well suited to her thighs. Above all, she had the most French of womanly features, something practically unique to the Frankish sex: Pert, tiny, high-pointed breasts. Just enough to satisfy a bra, but not so much that you needed undergarments in a sundress. Like all French women they would grow with the children but for now they were the breasts of youth. For now, they existed only for sensation.
Category: Erotica
Lechomancer Curses 10: Banishment [mf][ff][bondage][toys][oral][anal][paranormal]
“Hi Michael,” Brittney sighed into the voicemail. “Listen, I’m really sorry, and I really need to talk to you. I screwed up, big time, and I don’t want things to end like this. Sorry about leaving so many messages. Please call me back. Sorry.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.
This was so fucked up. She had never been the sort to cheat before, and then, out of nowhere, this charming, well-dressed man starts flirting with her. She didn’t know him, never even heard his name, and before she knew it, she was inviting him home and luring him into her bed. It had to happen on the one day Michael was home from work early, and then her stupid temper had made her so defensive. He had every right to be mad, but because he yelled at her, she screamed back at him, and kicked him out, and now everything was a mess. Brittney just really needed to make things right.
Her fiancé had stormed off hours earlier, running back home to his family, probably telling them every horrible thing they were happy to believe about her. Brittney was certain the Meyers were vilifying her, ready to crucify her. Fuck, she just needed a chance to talk to him, to make him understand that is was a mistake, a one-time thing.
Looking for BDSM literary critique group
Sorry for the longish post.
My dilemma: I’m posting this under a nom de plume. My agent thinks I am writing books two and three in a series but I’ve stopped for now. Don’t bother guessing on me, I’m not famous. The pseudonym is more about making sure my agent doesn’t find out I’ve been writing BDSM erotica instead of what I’m supposed to.
I’m 20 pages in and I like where it is going. The characters feel strong but I could also be writing total and utter crap. I’d like to find a critique group here somewhere on reddit (especially since the 20 pages wrap up a nice arc in the story) that can say ‘you need to write more’ or ‘good God please stop’. Either would be helpful. I’ve looked at different subreddits (even posted this in r/literotica) but maybe I’m just missing it. Anybody know where?
Much appreciated.
Irresistible [mf][mind-control][sex][oral] [request]
It was the first day of Introduction to Psychology, and I didn’t know anyone in the class yet, but when she walked in, I knew I had to know her. Long blonde hair fell halfway down her back, loose strands kissing the tanned skin that glowed, even under the terrible lights in the lecture hall. She wore a tight white top that showed a lot of cleavage for school, not that I was complaining. In black jeans, her long legs swayed as she walked. She sat down a few rows in front of me, and I decided to move up to get a chance to talk to her.
“Hey,” I said as I put my books down on the desk one row behind and above her. “I’m Alistair.”
“Huh?” she said, barely glancing back. “Oh, Emily.”
“So,” I said, trying to play things cool, “Are you a psych major, or is this an elective?”
She shot me a quick look of annoyance, and she was gorgeous even with the contempt in those bright blue eyes. The professor walked in, and lowered the lights, starting to talk. Emily ignored me and focused on the lecture on the syllabus and grades for the semester to come.
That first fall [FF][Voyeurish]
It was a few years back as fall started to approach in her first semester at college. She was one of those motivated types, though she was a freshman she was enrolled in a lot of the same classes as me when and I was a sophomore. I was bothered by it because for me I viewed college as an opportunity to break away from the strict rules of the house-hold I had grown up in; later I would learn and come to appreciate her drive, ambition, and tenacity.
It was that first fall where she started to grown on me, we became friends, and even a little more. Her name was Nadia, I don’t know if she was 100% Irish because she lacked the stereotype personality of a feisty redhead, but she sure looked the part. Shoulder length orange-red hair, light cream colored skin with freckles covering her arms and face. She was slender since she ran Track in high school, though you’d never guess that since she was practically always buried in books and wore leopard print glasses over her sparkling emerald green eyes. For the school that we went to she always dressed kind of conservative, I almost spit out my iced Bhakti chai the first time we went to the new pool and saw she wore a one-piece. Despite all of this, Nadia had an amazing girl next door vibe. She was always classy with her clothes and didn’t dump on heavy foundation or liners.
[Request] Help with recomendations of where to start?
If this isn’t this right place to ask, sorry! Does anyone know if there is a better place?
I pretty much have just always preferred erotica to anything else, but haven’t ever really been able to get into much of anything. Not for lack of interest, lack of being able to get a hold of anything worth reading. But maybe I just don’t know where to look? I’ve read a bit of basic stuff on those sites that people can submit their own writing, but that’s getting excruciatingly boring and monotonous. I’d like to find some actual books, I work at a bookstore so I like having actual pages in my hands rather than a screen, but I’m not against any online or kindle recomendations for websites, short stories or anything like that.
Aside from that, I’m not particularly *into* anything, but that’s kind of why I’d like to explore further into erotica’s realms. I like any mix of genders or numbers of people and anal is probably my most daring fetish I know I have, if the only one, really, which is why I’d like to see if I can find anything in erotica.
Naughty exchange student [mf] [oral] [japanese]
I hsd been talking with her for months at the smoke spot on campus. She would playfully flirt in broken english as it was her first quarter in the states. After awhile I got her number and started chatting with her until one night when I had finished hanging out with friends at the dorms I ran into her outside before i got to my car. We started walking and talking as it got dark as we walked to a playground nearby the woods. It wasnt long before we found ourselves talking at the top of the slide. She was wearing a skirt with leggings and a dark jacket with pigtails with bows. I was so attracted to her that I tested the waters and leaned in to kiss her.
She just went with it and pulled me ckoser when I let up to see if she was ok with it. It was getting cool and dark out by now so I suggest we go back after a good 20 minutes of making out. We walk slowly and I mention I had some beer in my car trunk which she wanted to try. No one was around so I cracked one open as we sat in an area below dorms where vending machines were. She had some sips of my drink but wasnt a huge fan of IPA but she got a little tipsy by my second drink. Some of her friends walked by and chatted for a minute before walking off giggling and glancing back at me a couple times.
[Request] Find a story of a Husband, Wife, and Ex-boyfriend who needs a place to stay.
Couple months ago I read this very detailed and alluring post on 4chan about this husband and wife who were happily married but need money. Along comes the wife’s ex and they are unsure at first if they should let him stay but he gets them to agree.
The rest of the story is how the ex tries to flirt with her and she pushes him away until the husband agrees to take more money so that he can watch them have sex.
Serviced out of Love (M)(fiction)(nsfw kinda)
Chapter 1- Vivid
I shot straight up out of my sleep from a dream; no, a memory that sprang back to life. I was shaking… trembling with excitement! I could hear the throbbing sounds of two heartbeats in my whisper quiet bedroom. My heart was racing… wait a minute.. the extra beat I heard was actually my cock throbbing violently.
Fuck…. I dreampt about her again. Why the fuck does that keep happening?
I curse and crawl towards my bedroom window. The minus 20 windchill was giving a new meaning to cold sweats. Man…. that was intense. I laugh out loud as I walk to my small kitchen to get a drink. Still frazzled I spin in circles, unable to decide wheater or not to find the light switch or a clean cup on my unorganized kitchen counter.*tink* there it is, as my still steel hard dick knocks two brandy glasses into each other on my table. I need to get this woman out of my head, but no amount of liqour, cigarettes, and the finest pussy that Canada could offer me was helping. I mean, it was awesome but sometimes, I wish I could forget her. Well, i wish I could at least archive that shit deeeeeep into my spank bank, like that section of the sketchy looking local xxx store that only has 80’s german tranny dungeon porn. I dont judge.
The Four Elements
—Sylph
Clad only in blustering wind, the Traveler found her in the canyon at the end of the world.
When their eyes met, she gave a girlish smile, inviting him closer. “Dance with me,” she said, her sweet voice tickling the air all around.
Together they danced without a shred of cloth to seperate them, teasing, flirting, their bodies coming ever closer and apart with the whim of the wind. The gale brought them closer, the gale broke them apart.
His fingers traced her shoulder, her hip, her thigh and her breast as they danced wildly. Each time their steps were different, chaotic. His leg slid between hers ad his hand touched her back, but did not hold her from breaking away, and so she did not break away.
Her hand touched his thigh, her lips touched his neck, his nails dug into her back, and a soft, warm sound escaped her throat to be caught in the tempest that engulfed them both.
Their bodies no longer pulled away, twisting and whirling into one another, her flesh growing moist as his grew hard. He pressed his hips to hers, her lips to his, and as she pushed him down they entangled and wrapped eachother.