Category: Erotica

Submissive on the Ship [MM][military]

Chapter 1

Calvin could not believe that he had made it through another week of hell. Instead of drills and endless hours of running though, hell had incorporated a week in the woods. The rain fell for days and although he had all the makings of a fire, he was unable to use them. More than half of the squad that had gone in with him was captured by an elite team. He grimaced to himself with the thought of what they were doing right then. He had an idea, but he didn’t know if it was just his mind thinking the worst case scenario.

It hadn’t happened to him though. He had sat in the bushes and froze for days, for no other reason than someone said he had to. Coming out of the harrowing week, all the redheaded man wanted, was a cold beer. He had actually dreamed about it several times on the cold nights. His rank and squad was not allowed alcohol on the base, so everyone who passed the week was headed to the local bar in town. Calvin rode in with a couple of his mates and could feel the tension in his body relaxing the closer he got. Read more »

[M/F] I write and send erotica to girls that I see. I was told to share my current story. So here’s Pt. II

A few days have passed, the crumpled paper passing between your fingers as you think about what to do with the number left. Your pussy has been on overdrive since the gym shower rendezvous and nothing has gotten you the release you crave. Without even realizing it, your phone was unlocked and you tested a greeting to the foreign number.

"Hey gym buddy ;)" you type, unsure of how friendly or forward you should be. You delete it a few times before finally taking a deep breath and pressing send. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours as you feel your tight cunt burn with desire. You hear your phone vibrate next to you, quickly grabbing it to see the response.

"Pub Dog. 7 p.m. Wear a dress." is the response. Read more »

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[M/F] Erotic text I sent to the girl I’m seeing and she asked me to share, Pt. I

The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room. Read more »

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(first time) “First time” part 1 [mF]

His name was Eric. He was but a babe, taking his first steps. A nervous thrill as each foot progressed in front of the other. He was being lured with each step, closer to the brink. He felt the rushing end and enjoyed what he could. He was but a babe.

Her name was Anita. She was the experienced, taking advantage of the inexperienced. The fears and joys were used in her game of thrills. She sat calmly, luring Eric to her side. A graceful gesture of her fingers, and he walked numbingly towards her. Her hand grazed over the spot next her and invited Eric to his place. She was the experienced.

His fingers were new to the touch of warmth. She wrapped his hand in her own, giving security and promises of love with her silent smile. She unwrapped her fingers and pulled away giving a brief moment of terror to Eric. Pulling away he feared meant the end. She brought her hands up to her neck. Delicately massaging her delicate skin with just 2 fingers. Guiding her fingers below her robe, Eric watched the graceful fall of Anita's robe. Over her shoulders, down her arms, and stopping at her elbow. She all the while watching this very action herself, then peered up and into Eric's eyes. He became aware and could do nothing but stare back into her rich soul. She once again wrapped his hand in her own. Read more »

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The new neighbor [MF] A to M

She had just finished moving the last box into her new apartment. Glistening with sweat, Sarah took off her t-shirt to reveal only a black sports bra and yoga pants when Eric knocked on the open door.

'Hey new neighbor, I'm Eric. Need any help?' He said holding out a large cold bottle of water. 'Thanks, I'm Sarah,' she said reaching for the water. 'And you're in luck, that was the last of it.'

But Eric knew that. He had been watching her all morning. He had watched her bend over and over again to lift boxes, giving him a perfect display of her firm, round ass. He could barely control himself now that she was standing in front of him, with her big red curls resting perfectly on her large, sumptuous breasts. He could bury himself in her cleavage.

He stepped further into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

'It's so hot out, wouldn't want to let that AC escape, would you?' He justified his actions. Read more »

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The Hung College Student [Cuckold/Hotwife]

Below is the entire first story from my new cuckold anthology. If you like this you can check out the rest here – http://www.amazon.com/Cuckolds-Hotwives-More-Tales-Cuckoldry-ebook/dp/B00ZSCS9XU/

THE HUNG COLLEGE STUDENT

Ten days before school started, we picked Alan up from the airport. Right away I noticed that he couldn’t keep his eyes off Lucy.

Alan’s mom had been Lucy’s best friend and roommate in college. When Lucy found out that he was going to college in our town, she offered to let him stay with us. He was to help out with yardwork and other chores, and his parents would save a boatload not having to pay college boarding costs.

Alan was a lanky 18-year-old with dark hair and glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife, especially her DD tits.

Lucy was 41. She was 5’8” and had long blonde hair. Her body was firmer than any woman her age I had ever seen. She spent a lot of work keeping it that way. Her favorite exercise was swimming laps in the big pool in our backyard. Read more »

Settling the Score [MF] [Tickling] [Oral] First post – would appreciate feed-back

He'd been working on the Jones estate for a few weeks now as a laborer, landscaper and handyman. It paid decently well, and Mercedes Jones was in the habit of making sure the people who worked for her husband were well fed on hot days. She often fixed them lemonade or coffee and brought pastries out on breaks. Mark liked her well enough (more than well enough, really, which was a distraction), but her husband was another matter entirely.

Short-tempered, picky and very much a micromanager while he was at the house, he didn't seem to believe that anyone he'd hired could do the job he wanted of them. Mercedes (or Merry, as she preferred to be called) always tried to talk him down if he was being nasty, but he didn't seem to listen to her much either. Mark never saw him raise a hand to her, but his biting remarks often left Merry shaken. She put on a brave face but Mark could see she wasn't happy while he was home. Fortunately, he was often away on business trips. Mark detested him, but not only for those reasons. Read more »

First Meeting – [online] to [offline]

You’re sitting in your room, waiting.

No one else is home. Aside from the quiet hum of the occasional passing car, silence reigns. A book is open in front of you, but you’ve been staring at the same page for the past half hour, unable to concentrate. Your eyes keep flitting to the clock. You freeze every time you hear another car approach, listening to see if it stops…and finally, one does.

You force yourself to breath slowly, deeply. You want to run to the window and look out, but can't quite make yourself move yet. You hear footsteps out front, walking to the door….and then a knock. With another deep breath you force yourself to stand, and you glance down at yourself—you’re wearing jeans and a tight black shirt, just as ordered. You quickly walk to the front door, then pause. Your thoughts are whirling, your heart pounding, an uneasy mixture of fear and excitement rushing through your body. Taking a deep breath, you flip the lock and turn the knob.

The world stops. Read more »