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Excerpt From A Very 80s Erotic Story

M/F

Upon returning to our table, my fantasies were flowing like water. Tiffany hadn’t a clue. I noticed a small white ribbon wrapped around some candle décor on the table.

“Place both your hands under the middle of the table, palms facing towards each other, wrists tightly together,” I instructed her instinctively.

She did so immediately, without a look of hesitation in her eye. Was this the wine acting up or was she genuinely becoming more comfortable around me? Perhaps more aroused?

As she watched, I casually undid the ribbon around the candle base and brought it under the table, feeling forward until my hands met hers. Looking into her eyes as she gazed back, I gently tied the ribbon around her delicate wrists, binding them together.

“Move yourself closer to me. Move your chair inward,” I told her, satisfied with my work.

Tiffany complied. We were now only a short distance apart from each other, as this was a small table. It was then that I noticed her following orders immediately and without question, without even so much as saying anything. She was in a completely submissive mindset, which I fed directly off of. Read more »

Before Dawm (MF)

You have such a wicked imagination, maybe I haven't told you. The pictures arrive in my email with an address and a time, no words, those would be pointless. Instead you off me just a single picture of a door left slightly ajar, and a pair of black lace panties laid out in the entryway like a dark promise. I investigate further of course, I scour your profile and wonder about the sensual shots of your body that is never fully on display.

I wonder what waits for me in that darkness. When the hour finally draws near I can't help but make the journey, can't help but fight the nerves of anticipation and fear. As I come to your door and push it open I find those panties laying there and almost turn away. There are so many ways this could go wrong. One step, another, I slip into your home and let the door gently close. Greeted only by dark mounds of furniture and the distant outline of the kitchen I take a few more steps inside, ready to flee.

That's when I hear your voice. Read more »

[first time] I participated in a sex ritual for a promotion.

I don't know how to begin this story. Despite it happening over a year ago, I've never told it to anyone. Partially, I am ashamed that I agreed to participate at all. But mostly it is because I do not feel as though I agreed to participate as extensively as I did. A man should fear no things, but I fear, in large degree, the reactions my friends and loved ones would have if I told them I was snookered into having ritualistic, Satanic sex with another man. I don't feel like I'm alone in this.

There was only one place I wanted to work after I graduated from law school. Ever since sophomore year of undergrad, I was obsessed with getting this one job. It consumed me. I worked hard. I got into a T1 law school. I made review and dean's list and I got my dream job. It was everything I ever wanted. The hours were awful, the work was droll, I had no social life, but the pay was ludicrously inflated. All I wanted was an enormous pay check, no matter the cost. My father was a minister in a small town in the south. I drove a brand new, fully stocked Lexus and I was only 26. I had escaped small America and I lived in the city. I was working for one of the biggest firms in the world and many other lawyers were accepting contractor work site the economy tanked. In a way that feels so incredibly good: I won. Read more »

Sexy Secretary [mf]

As you walk into my office, I'm sitting at my desk. I motion for you to come over. I wait for you to come around to my side of the desk. "Do you know why I asked you stay late?" And without waiting for your response I wrap my arms around you and move in for a kiss, deeply kissing you. My body moves you closer to my desk with your ass just resting at the edge, I move my hands down your dress to rest on your succulent breasts. Massaging them rolling them into each other, I push open your top to reveal your glorious tits, I move my mouth to your exposed nipples, sucking them into my mouth and biting on them. Using my tongue to flick them in my mouth, I push you up on my desk spreading your legs open to reveal your sexy slit. Now that your in a good position, I move down to view your prize. I'm happy you forgot to wear your panties today, I bury my face in your forbidden temple, I suck your clit into my mouth, licking under the hood I use one hand rub the region above my mouth pulling it out of my mouth and sucking it back in. After I see you moaning with delight I take my pants off and bury my shaft inside you. Pulling your legs together and resting them around my shoulder, I continue to plunge inside of you, long deep strokes, innnnn ouuuuuut. I pull out suddenly and watch you let out a slight whimper as you want me back inside you. I roll you over and spread your legs apart, plunging myself deep inside you, I can feel your warm pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you back. Deep hard thrusts I slap your ass, and continue to push inside you, with a free hand I start to run it down the crack of your ass and rest my thumb on your asshole, circling around it I begin to push inside when I start to feel my lad about to give way. I pull out and rotate you around, looking down at your amazing body I can't control it any longer and shoot my load all over your stomach, with tiny droplets falling on your dress. With both of us sweating and breathing heavily I pull my pants back up and say with a smile, Miss X you're dismissed for the evening…..

Complete, original cyberpunk short story “Jizzemboweler” [mf] [anal]

[Warning: This story is not for everyone. If you do not enjoy the harder aspects of erotica, I respectfully submit, you may not enjoy this work.]

Jizzemboweler

Made in DNA

"Permission tat please."

The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course." Unzipping his trousers, he pulled out his pecker.

She cupped his cock from underneath in a warm hand and placed her other atop the tattoo there. The scanner in her palm flashed a blue-white light outlining his dick.

He moved to redress, but the officer kept his dick in a firm hold. He froze. One wrong move and she'd send a thousand volts through it with her TEzer.

"Quite weighty." A trace of suspicion in her voice. She hefted several times, letting the meat slap against the flesh of her palm.

With cool, practiced calm, he blushed, "Ma'am. I do believe I'm flustered." The meat in her hand increased as the flow of blood brought on a partial erection.

She dropped his dick with a glare in her eye and signaled for him to dress. He did so, tipped his hat and started through the large, wooden gate. Read more »

Working in a Distant Land pt 1 [mf]

Author stuff – I definitely know this is a place to call home or hope to for my work after reading a couple stories and seeing the link to Literotica. I would say that that site formed some of my formative years when I had only dial up internet access.

I have been something of a struggling author for a while with a wide array of topics. I read somewhere a while back to write what you know. I claim not expertise but I have a pretty good imagination with sex and find inspiration is a lot of places and times. So I figured to start getting my feet wet with something I feel comfortable with I should write some erotic fiction. I have a few different stories in the works and this is the first part of the series Working in a Distant Land. I hope you enjoy and helpful critiques will be welcome. I know I have improvements to make as a writer and I would love to have an environment that I am comfortable in to do just that.

Part 1 introduces the subjects and doesn't have much more than story line details. I already have where I want to go next so it works for me. Read more »

Ivy (batman/poison ivy, MF) Open to ideas

Wrote this one overnight on my iphone while laying in bed, so it is subpar. I am open to constructive criticism, ideas of things to lose or add.

Ivy.

She's sitting pretty on the giant flower petal, Ivy, twisting and wriggling, waiting. She knows she's done something bad… On purpose.. All for one reason. The chase, the thrill, the capture. Her trophy, a petite little miss, dangling a story above her head in a bird cage like box, swinging just so slightly. The bait, the trophy, has given up calling for help, given up bargaining and pleading. She just stands and waits, and swings now.

Ivy can't help but look up, sneak little peeks up the trophy's skirt. Waiting to be punished, becoming impatient, Ivy's luscious red locks float over her engorged breasts, rising and falling as she breathes heavily. She considers lowering the cage, seducing this little woman, but it is so unlikely she will cooperate. Instead, she lays back, spreads her legs and rubs her pussy firmly through her green leggings, hoping the tiny woman sees… Watches. She can feel wetness slowly making it's way through the fabric. She wants to cum so terribly, but not alone, not this time. She slows her rubbing to a light tease and stares up at her trophy, waiting to make eye contact. Read more »

Lola [m/sm]

Hey Reddit <3 Nikki Crescent here! I have another story here for you. I hope you like it, it's from my book, Lola. Let me know what you think!! :3

The elevator doors opened and Frankie led Lola down the hall towards his presidential suite. He unlocked, opened and held the door for the tall, dark beauty. She walked in and looked around impressed.

The warm, soft vibrant city lights danced their way into the expensive room, gracefully lighting the expensive furniture and Lola’s beautiful face.

“It’s beautiful,” Lola said as her eyes twinkled, reflecting the vibrant metropolis.

“It’s home—At least for the night.”

“Where’s your actual home?”

“New York City. I haven’t been home in almost a year though. Even when we’re recording, we’re in San Francisco.”

“Do you miss New York?”

“Yeah. It’ll be nice when the next big band comes along and we can go back to back to playing bars and colleges in New York. Those were good times,” Frankie said, walking into the room. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” Read more »

Long distance made close (3)

HOME

We make it to his apartment in a short amount of time. Walking there, hand in hand, we don’t say much but, we do stop frequently to kiss each other. Hands all over, tongue to tongue, him grabbing my ass, me feeling the hardness growing in his pants, we’re insatiable. Our bodies pour out with heat in the cold night air.

He lets me lead up the stairs, to get another look at my butt, I shake it for him and laugh while he tries to jump forward and grab it again. Reaching his…I mean our door, he starts to fish for the keys in his pants. Seeing a bulge other than his hand I reach down and stroke him, through the pants.

“That’s not helping, you know.” He says smiling. “Who says I’m trying to help?”

The door unlocks. We’re inside, alone, yearning for each other’s touch. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Having taken my coat he lights a few candles that sit about his…I mean our room.

Standing there in the warm light, he comes over to me, wrapping his hands around my waist, bringing his forehead to mine and jokingly says “We can wait. It doesn’t have to be tonight.” Read more »

Long distance made close (2)

ON THE TRAILS

The drive to the trails is short, we don’t say much along the way, and his hand finds its place upon my thigh again.

Car parked and boots laced, we start to march up the muddy trails, following the lead of his smartphone. The air is cold but, with the warmth of our clothing and our movement, it is comfortable. One step after another is made in the sucking mud as we march toward our target. Apart from our boots, there is no noise in the late winter forest. The smell is fresh, clean, nothing but pine trees.

“It shouldn’t be too far down this next hill…assuming the service is good around here.” “That’s alright, it’s beautiful out here.”

At that, he stops and looks around, soaking in all of the evergreen beauty the day has to offer us. Done with the surroundings he reaches his hand toward me. I walk forward and our fingers entwine, as usual his hand is giving mine all of his heat.

Hand in hand we make our way up the muddy hill, through the pine trees and halfway down the hill, stopping at a tree bent in half by some powerful force of nature. Read more »