It was a beautiful day, perfect for the game we were playing. Sir said that the game would be fun, even if I didn't play with him or he with me. That I would be safe, and didn't need to worry. So I dressed up in the costume he gave me. Bunny ears, tail, and a mini skirt and shirt that matched. I was given no underwear and the tail was a butt plug. He explained the rules and what is expected of me. That I was to run and hide. The men would come looking for us after ten minutes, and who ever found us first gets to play with us. We are to present ourselves to them. Some girls hid together and some men shared their prize. It sounded like a lot of fun.
Category: Erotica
Love after the Nuclear Holocaust [mf]
We hold each other close like the only survivors in a nuclear winter. It is twilight: days under a blotted sun, nights under blotted stars. A Chernobyl world begging for its concrete grave. She moves naked and freely through the cold wastes, her radioactive body kindred to the radioactive world; each thing contaminating the next; an orgy of free protons and immeasurable half-lives. Atomic heat from a fallout heart.
She sits on my lap, facing me, her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her shirt falling off her shoulder, disintegrating. I lick her neck thirsty for water as microwaves from her body boil me inside. I close my eyes and struggle to think of the cold lakes I grew up around. To think of rusty drinking fountains in summer parks; fetid pool water I've swallowed. I beg for rain. All I receive is fire.
She kisses my closed eye. Her spit is cool for a second on my eyelid, then evaporates in her heat. She is killing me, her breast like uranium, her pussy like plutonium. She pulls me down. I can't resist. Her poison over comes me. Friction, fusion, fission.
Eldritch Thoughts [MF][T]
Walking through the abandoned church in a slutty nuns costume. This was supposed to be a quick photo shoot and hot fuck, but I lost you. We were heading to the main room when I accidentally stumbled into another hall. I'm freaked out, stumbling back and forth between rooms. I can hear weird noises. Sometimes whispering. I stopped in front of one door and felt something brush against me. Suddenly I can hear your voice. I follow it down the hall to a large room lit with candles. You're there with your camera out whispering to yourself. The room is huge. Its decorated with tapers, candle stands and decorative ornaments on the walls. A large wooden table sits in the front of the room.
You gesture to it, still mumbling to yourself. I smile and seductively climb onto it. The camera begins to click as I begin to pose and play for it. Once on the table, I begin to play with the strings of the corset. At the head of the table must be a stool, you stand on it and become much taller. I lay down on the table looking up at you.
[mf] Fancy Seeing you here
I was downstairs in the kitchen grabbing myself a drink, it was late at night so I was walking around naked, as I'm walking back across the dining room Luciee comes down the stairs, she is wearing an incredible thin chemise, leaving very little to the imagination.
I catch my breath and smile (we had joked about meeting like this but I didn't believe it would happen), she smiles back. I can see she is trying to keep her eyes up, but I spot her darting glances down to my now growing cock. With a quick step she brushes past me, my eyes following her looking down her back to her ass and smooth legs. I watch her stretch up pushing her ass out to reach for some glasses, she looks over giving me a sly grin, it's very clear she's trying to tease me. It's working.
She's grabbed her glasses and is walking past me, I can't help but follow her starting at her legs my eyes work up past her tiny panties over her breasts very perky she is a real sight to behold. I look up to her face as she is now beeming at me. She's brushing past me again her body against mine lingering longer than any accidental movement should, her hand gently touching across my stomach.
[MF] An old crush comes to fruition – I put this together last night, an experiment to see how I’d fare at writing erotica. Thanks for reading
“I’ve always thought you were sexy, you know. I just never…We were just never single at the same time. You know?” The rum had given her the courage to do what she had planned. Jason looked nice in his buttoned shirt and slacks, his dark hair was closely cropped and he wore a short beard on his strong jaw. Jason’s body carried muscle just tinged with chub.
He passed the bottle back. “I always had a crush on you too, but I was too shy.”
She sat on the couch opposite him, a small coffee table between them. She was pretty, almost as tall as he was with modest curves. She always looked professional, tidily kept. The deep blue eyes behind thin frames sold it. “Could I kiss you?” Her chestnut hair swung as she tilted her head.
“Shit Rachel, I mean…” the booze was making things fuzzy. “I don’t want things to get awkward.”
She stood and walked over to him. “It won’t get awkward, Jason.” She sat down beside him, her body pressed close to his. Even through her clothes he could feel her warmth. She turned her head to his and their lips met briefly. Then passion took them, the kiss had been building for months, for years.
Lechomancer Chapter 6: One Each [m/f/f][oral][anal][toys]
Lisa sat on the stool at her kitchen counter with a glass of wine, skimming through The Book, the Incubi Prince, looking at the different “spells” her pact with Erostopholes was supposed to grant her. Most didn’t seem much like magic, no matter what the demon told her. The page she was on listed something called Empathic Divination, which was apparently the inverse of Sublimation. The page claimed that if she concentrated on breathed in a certain pattern she would be able to detect someone willing to fulfil her desires. She sighed and took a sip of wine. She had been hoping to find something more interesting.
The doorbell rang. She had been home for about half an hour, and every day for the last week, like clockwork, Ashlynn had come to check on her. It was Friday, and Lisa had half wondered if the eighteen year old would have something better to do, but apparently the allure of the Demon Tail, the one showy piece of magic Lisa had learned, kept brining the girl back.
Wine in hand, Lisa went to the entrance of the townhouse, and opened the door. Ashlynn stood there, one arm grabbing her other elbow behind her back, her breasts pushed forward, blushing a little. “Hi Lisa.”
Aye Captain [group]
The salt from the sea stung my eyes as I laid out on the wooden rack in the center of the deck. Your crew had stripped me down to a cotton shift, and tied me down to the rack. Leather straps held my arms apart, making sure I had to lean on it. My bosom was pushed to the top of the shift as I was sprawled out. My legs were tethered apart as well, exposing my arse and cunt for those who surrounded me. Every so often a crew member would come by, prick in hand, and grope my tit or finger my slit. They weren't allowed to much more. Because I was promised to you, and only you.
I should have known that you had something up your sleeve. Didn't realize it was a trap before I was already neck deep. Didn't have a crew of my own to help. Just a eager little wench that dreamt of adventures unknown. Now, I could hear her as your crew took her one by one. Luckily for her, she enjoyed a good fucking like most men. But that wasn't her only taste, you would know that. You caught us in the middle of the act when you seized us, her head between my legs as I had reached my climax. Now she was sucking cock as she had each hole filled, moaning like a mynx in heat. Unfortunately the sounds of it was making me wet and my nipples hard.
YASPS #1 – Ahri’s Tease [MF] [POV]
Your Art as a Sexy POV Story
#1 – 'Ahri's Tease' – drawn by artgerm on DeviantArt
Author note: 'What is YASPS?' Your Art as a Sexy POV Story is a series that I (AnthonyFiction) work on, with new stories from time to time. It focuses on a specific piece of art made to 'come to life' a little more by having an added story to go along with it.
– 'So, are you making the art for these stories?' No, all images used in this series are not made by me and will always be linked back to the page of the original artist that created them.
– 'What do you mean by "sexy POV story?"' Generally it's a short (less than 1,000 words), light erotic story given from a first-person perspective with no discernible sex scenes, though there is definitely implication, and nudity is up to the reader's imagination (if it's not already in the art).
Black Undies [mf]
I knock on your door after you begged me to come over tonight, and I'm stunned when you answer, wearing a little black thong, and a lovely black bra with some lace around the sides. It would appear as though you notice me staring, you reach into my pants and grab my dick.
"Hey there lover boy, it took you long enough to get here"
"Easy there, remember I'm a gentleman, so ladies first" and I pull your hand out of my pants continuing to hold it I push it behind your back and hold it there while I sweep away some of that luscious hair, and begin to kiss the side of your neck, slowly making my way up to your cheek, brushing across your lips, and giving them a soft kiss, before I softly pull your lower lip into my mouth and give it a soft bite. I see your eyes open up at this dirty little gesture of mine.
You pull back a little, perhaps a bit shocked I'd be a little kinky so soon.
B&S
Fiction
You and I are lying in bed on our sides. You're behind me, you gather my hair in one hand and begin kissing my shoulder and neck. You stroke my side with your fingertips. My neck and shoulders are sensitive to your touch: goosebumps trail your kisses and touch and spread across my body. My nipples harden in response. You shift your weight over me, easing me onto my back, and kiss my lips. You suck deeply on my mouth and tease my tongue, turning me on more and making my lips feel bee-stung from your passion. Our tongues are intertwined. Your hands cup and squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples and make me gasp. You kiss, suck, and lick down my throat.
I whimper, letting you know where I want ur mouth to be and then feel ur warm breath on my breasts. I hold ur head to my breasts and run my fingers through ur hair. My hands keep traveling downward, exploring your body as you attend to my bosom. I have butterflies in my stomach and a deep yearning to be fulfilled. "Yes!" I encourage. You keep kissing me all over. Your fingers tickle down and over, in between my waiting legs.