Carmen & Alyssa – Part 1 [FF] (my first erotic story! please comment!)

Carmen leaned in to kiss her and their lips met. At first it was slow, deliberate. Every moment needed to be savored. Instinctively, Carmen’s hand began to caress her face, gliding from her cheek to the nape of her neck. Her tongue easily slipped inside her lover’s mouth, curiously caressing and searching.

Carmen couldn’t believe this was happening yet she’d wanted it for so long. It seemed natural. She thought she’d be fumbling with what to do, what to say— if anything was to be said— or where to place her hands. But there was no doubt in her. She wasn’t thinking about whether she was doing anything right. She wasn’t thinking at all. Just feeling. Deeply. Passionately.

Their kissing had picked up rhythm. With each meeting of their lips, and greeting of their tongues, Carmen throbbed with heat. Her breathing became heavy, her heart racing. Soft, quiet moans began escaping her mouth, which surprised her and excited her even more. She opened her eyes and noticed that at this point, she had been straddling Alyssa in the opposite corner from where they started on the sofa. Alyssa had opened her eyes too and they shared a brief moment of unspoken words before they returned their mouths to one another.

Been wanting to attempt erotica for a while…here is my first try! Would love feedback and criticism! [mf]

She was an hour into overtime trying to finish a client file so she could meet the girls at happy hour. Her feet were killing her from a full day of giving tours of the penthouse in three inch heels. Her boss had told her that she had to dress to impress and that had meant trading in her signature flared skirt and flats for a skin tight pencil skirt and high heels. After the last client left she had let her red hair down from the severe up-do her boss had requested and let it fall in big messy curls as she worked on data entry. Under her desk she had removed her heels, her blazer rested over the back of her chair, and she didn't even notice that the top button on her blouse had come undone when she heard him clear his throat.

Startled, she looked up and all she saw was business. A sharp, clearly custom, business suit and tie draped perfectly over his tall frame. Dark perfectly messy brown hair made a sharp contrast to his blue eyes and his 5 o'clock shadow made him look rugged. Zoe knew his type and hated men like him, overly aware of how handsome and powerful they are. Overly aware of how rich they are.

The Girl From The Agency [Alternate Reality, Pedophile, Prostitution, Minor Violence] [1766 Words]

John’s doorbell rang at four PM. She was early, but he didn’t mind. He was horny now so he got up and opened the door. Stood there was a short little girl in her school uniform. A short, flaired, tartan skirt, white blouse, white knee-high socks and black shoes. She must’ve been no older than nine, he thought.

‘Hello! Come in!’ He said. The girl gave a cute smile and entered his house. Her pretty pigtails following her swiftly. She wiped her feet and looked at him.

‘Would you like me to take off my shoes?’ Her sweet voice caressed his ears.

‘Yes please! I have some heels I’d like you to wear, your Daddy says you’re okay with that?’

‘Sure thing, Mister!’ she slipped off her black shoes to reveal her tiny feet, covered by her socks. They were beautiful. ‘Sorry I’m so early. I thought I’d pop over right after school…’

‘Oh no, that’s fine’ John replied with a smile. He took her pink backpack and handed her some tiny black, toeless stilettos. ‘Think they’ll fit? If not I have more…’

‘They look like they should.’ She put them on and they fit perfectly. ‘I just need to make sure you have the money?’

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Lechomancher Chapter 8: Disobedience [MF]

Viv swished her hips as she walked down the hall to Lisa’s bedroom. Her mistress was following behind, and Viv’s fingers were linked around her wrist. With her Demon Tail inserted, a stiff wand of increasing anal beads, she was on the edge of orgasm, until Lisa allowed her to come. Lisa watched her glisten with sweat, naked and eager to please her. The Succubi was desperate to get her into the bedroom, to please Lisa and earn her own relief.

The glowing blue gothic door caused Lisa to slow. Viv seemed to ignore it, but with the tail, Viv ignored almost everything. Lisa wasn’t sure her friend could see it. The Master had brought – summoned? Was that the word? – summoned it into her hallway a few days earlier, and then forbidden her from going through it. Lisa stopped to look at it.

“Please,” Vivian begged, her dark eyes desperate, “let’s go.”

“Can you see that door?”

The Asian woman nodded, and then leaned down to kiss Lisa. Their tongues danced for a moment, before Lisa gently pushed Viv away.

“Doesn’t it make you curious?”

“No. I’ve been through it.”

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[mf] 2014 literature award winning erotica

It was round 6 bong and I was giving myself a wank in my mum's room. She usually comes home from nannying at 9 bong. I didn't even hear me mum come in til she says, "oi are u avin urself a wank on me bed?" I imediately started to blush and I turned around so she couldn't see my todger in me hands. "Swear on me mum, I wasn't doing nuffin."
I glanced back and I could see me mums was undressing, "Fancy a shag mate?"
"Mum, I swear on me life, my willy is harder than Jamie T can rap, mate." I told her.
Me mum walked towards the bed and used her gabber to polish me knob. Being a young bruv growing up in Liverpool, porn is banned in the UK, I didn't even know this was a thing. I glanced outside and looked at Big Ben; it was 7 bong and I tells me mum I am about to squidy. She stops polishing me and takes me chilly willy out her gabber and says, "Fancy the ole in out in out, do ya mate?"
Seeing me mum's old, nanny knockers flab up and down when I put me stiffy in her snatch made me instantly tickety-boo and my bonk juice landed in her tea. "oi mate swear it on me life I am mate, I'll deck ya in." she said while her own spooge landed in her tea. "Cor blimey mate." is what she said as it happened.
At 10 bong, we were listening to Jamie T on the sofa. I couldn't stop glancing at her yellow stained, crooked teeth. Me pecker started to get hard. Me mum noticed me erect dong rising from me pants. "u fockin cheeky cunt mate." She got up from the sofa and started to seductively sing. "SHEILA GOES OUT WITH HER MATE STELLA." matching the rythme and timing of Jamie T. Me whang is throbbing hard and pushing against the fabric of me pants. "GETS PULLED ALL OVA A FELLA." I couldn't take it any more and pulled down me pants and griped me tockley and started to toss me lodger.
As time progressed, me mum started to sing other songs besides Sheila. Me strokes matched her singing of John Lennon's chorus to Across the Universe. Then suddenly an all consuming sound rang across England; BONG! BONG! "Oi mum it's 12 bong it is mate." and my le petite mort was triggered like a tumblr femnist. Streams of genetic material coated the small apartment we shared and soon, there was only white and the smell of bleach. We both passed away from suffocation that night. My wooffy pudge was too sticky and we couldn't escape.

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Need Help Finding a Specific Cuckold Story

In case you aren't familar, XNXX has an awesome stories section that organized by various different genres. There was a VERY hot cuckold story that I failed to bookmark long ago, but I can't find it now.

Here's the jist of the story: – Husband and wife are driving. Group of black guys are riding them on the road.

  • husband is rude to them, and pulls over for plot reasons.

  • the group takes their frustrations out on the wife; husband doesn't stop; says she needs to do it so they live.

  • the group takes turns on her.

  • the group then throws her back to husband and tells her to fuck him; she says something along the lines of "omg! I can't even feel him now!"

  • wife is pissed that husband didn't save her/can't be satisfied by him anymore; wife leaves with the group.

  • over the weekend, they all make a website designed around humiliating this man with what his wife has been doing.

    • wife finally comes home and tells husband that he can only fuck her with a strap on from now on, and that she will sleep with whoever she is wants.

It’s Good to be Home (first attempt at erotica – comments/critique/anything welcome)

As I said, my first attempt – worth continuing? Sorry, forgot the category and can't edit the title – [MF] is really all for now.


Levin sat back back in his chair, rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. 7:35 already and not much to show for another long day. Kyla should be home by now, but wasn't. Her flight must have been delayed. Probably just as well, he would have just been distracted. He tried to remember if they had anything to eat in the apartment; she usually did the shopping and she’d been gone for almost a week.

He raised his arms above his head and stretched, feeling his white dress shirt straining at his biceps. With a resigned sigh, he dropped his arms and closed the lid of his laptop. Just as he was heading to the fridge he heard keys in the lock. Kyla. In an instant the weight of the day lifted from his body. He moved to the door.

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The Girl From OkCupid (M/F, BDSM, Dom/Sub)

"Hi sir."

"Glad to hear from you."

"What do you like sir?"

"I like that you're calling me sir. I like making a girl beg to cum. And teasing her with it. I like choking and slapping. And I'm very good at what I do."

"Can u go into detail?"

"I would pull you to the bed by your hair and throw you down onto it. I would rip off your clothes and run my fingers up your body and just as you were getting comfortable I'd bite your nipple. Scream and I'll cover your mouth and stick my finger in."

"Can u make me cry?"

"Do you want me to make you cry?"

"Absolutely."

"I can make you cry."

"How?"

"Let me get there. We're just getting started."

"Okay sorry sir."

"I'll finger you until you can't take it any more, slapping your face and pinching your nipples when you're least expecting it. When you say you're going to cum my hand goes around your throat and I tell you to wait. I keep going in, thrusting with my fingers hitting your g spot and your eyes start to water."

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Naughty Fairy Tales 1

Once upon a time , there was a young girl with chestnut hair and eyes of brown and gold and skin so fair . She lived in a small quiet village and though it was small and quiet she was very happy there. But lately she had become to grow restless and her small village seemed to grow even smaller. But not today . Today was the day she got to visit her grand mother and bring her, her Sunday dinner . Time to be alone with nothing but her thoughts and the sounds of the forest .

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Who is a good boy? [mf] [bdsm] [dom/sub] [puppyplay] [drugs]

Here we go… It's my first text in this subreddit and I hope I did the tagging etc right. I wrote this based on a real evening after my boyfriend and me came home super horny and still a bit infused from the drugs… Enjoy!

You know how it feels. You know how it feels when you come down from the drugs. Your head gets confused, you talk about random shit and you … get this thing. The tension between you and your darling. You tell them everything. They tell you everything. And then, when you are home you Fuck – Each- Other – So – Freaking – Hard.

Beginning by just talk about all your dirty secrets, fantasising about pleasuring each other, you suddenly find yourself naked, pressed against the floor by her hands and your dick in her mouth. Oops.