I'm looking for stories with dinosaurs (like Christie Sims), aliens, dragons, more dragons, monsters, etc… would anyone know where i can find stories like these, but free?
Category: Erotica
Safe [MF] [BDSM]
Edit: Audio here http://soundgasm.net/u/TiredofNotBeingRight/Safe
I want to be your monster. The terrible thing you make a pact with to hold you in the night and keep you safe. Who keeps you close and warm and safe from all the other bumps in the night. The man who's presence can lull you to sleep or wake you up with a gasp, merely from where I touch you. To keep you as secure in my grip as you are in my thoughts.
Something about you rouses me from sleep and I find my hands sliding through your hair in the scant light of the pre-dawn. It takes a moment to adjust, to really come back into focus, so I let my hands do my thinking for me. They travel the length of you dark hair to the end and a few extra inches over your ashen skin.
You stir, emitting a pleasant moan. And with it I am brought back to life instantly.
My blue eyes open to scan over you as my hand slides down your back, over your spine, and back up your side. I make small circles and designs playing over it as I become aware of heavy breathing, my elevated heart rate. The cock you've made insufferably hard just by being as desirable as you are.
What do you guys think of my first story? [mf] [bj] [piv] [oral]
The best kind of foreplay is the kind that starts hours in advance, without even touching each other. Texts with suggesting words, a winking face here and there, maybe a compliment or two.
I had the house to myself for the weekend and I was anxious to have a bit of fun with Iann, the guy that always knew how to turn me on, even if it was with just his words. He was busy most of the afternoon, but that gave me time to prepare for our evening together. Between the "I can't wait to see you tonight, baby." and "Do you know how sexy you are to me?" texts, I made sure my bed was made, my blacklight was in working order and my body was perfect.
I showered, singing and dancing, moving my hips and feeling the warm water run down my completely exposed body as I usually do. I had just enough of my favorite orange creamcicle scented body soap left to lather up, gliding my hands over my chest, along my sides and over my ass before rinsing off, wrapping up in a towel and sending him a quick picture, just so he knew what to look forward to.
I came on my friends mom as a young male. The memory made me associate shame with arousal. This is the story of my recovery.
This is based on a true story that I recently submitted to Reddit. HERE is the original story that led to this, and it may make more sense if you read that first. I made an AMA about it, and people suggested reconnecting with the mother, which I did. In an AMA about reconnecting, someone suggested this story. Somehow, I decided to write it. Not sure if I'm glad I did, I'm kind of a mess now. But, here it is:
(The first half of this story is essentialyl 100% true. I marked in bold where it became fiction)
BigD stood in front of the door with trembling knees. If his girlfriend had not been besides him, he doubted he could go through with it. She took his hand in hers and whispered “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to babe”. Somehow, knowing he had her full support gave him the courage to reach out, and, with a shaking hand, ring the doorbell.
Could I Get Some Constructive Criticism On My New Project?
I've spent the last two months putting together a Choose Your Own Adventure style erotic ebook. I've had the idea for years, and the ebook format is ideal for something like this.
I call it Your Fantasy. These books put you in charge of your fantasy.
Links at the end of each chapter give you choices on what you'd like the character to do. This first one is pretty rudimentary, but if it works out, I'd like to do more in depth ones.
I'd love for you guys and gals to take a look and let me know what you think. Thanks in advance!!
Halloween Office Party- Despot’s Dirty Diary [mf]
This is an original story of mine. You can find more on my tumblr, http://daddysdespot.tumblr.com where I occasionally post stories. Hope you enjoy!
A ghost ran his hand over the curve of my ass and tried to cop a feel as I bent over the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention. I batted away his sheet covered hand, and rolled my eyes. I couldn't deck him, as it was quite possible it was my pervy old boss, Rodney, beneath the white bed sheet, and departmental politics dictated we not punch co-workers.
A Halloween party for work was not exactly my idea of a rocking Friday evening, but I’d sucked it up and played along when our social chair had sent out the invite suggesting that we have a “non-mandatory” after-hours party at a bar. And although it was officially non-mandatory, realistically, it was one of those things where everyone gets on your case if you don’t show up.
So, I’d dutifully complied, and even agreed to dress up in a dorky costume. I’d run to the crappy seasonal costume store after work and searched through the picked over costumes that were left.
Friday afternoon privacy
Or, Substitute Handjob part 3. Enjoy. No trigger warnings this time.
I wake up late and the power is out. The rain is still going, but not as hard as last night. Storm hangover.
Mom already left but there's an egg muffin on a plate in the kitchen. I eat it and get crumbs everywhere as I get ready for school in the semi-dark and try not to think about the dream. Or Mr. Stoddle. But that's impossible, he enters my mind and the memory of how hard his cock was for me and how his cum tasted and his big fingers playing inside me gets me wet.
Substitute Handjob, part 2
part 2 of the story. trigger warning
As I run through the rain I feel sick and scared. I can't believe that just happened. Sure I liked having fun with boys my age, the jocks, the nerds, the rebels, the drug dealers, the scenesters. I identify positively with the word "slut." I admit it, I like the attention, and I like sex.
But what just happened with Mr. Stoddle was beyond anything I've done before. I put his job in jeopardy, I realized as I waited for the light to change at the main drag. And I used my…fluids to lubricate his handjob. We hadn't been safe about it at all. He seemed to know what he was doing. Had he fucked around with other girls at the school? Does he get tested? What if someone saw us, we were just a few blocks over from the school…
"LOOK OUT, BITCH!" I heard as I froze to a stop and a truck whizzed by me. My heartrate somehow shot up even higher and as I careened to the other side of the intersection I started to feel the swell in my sinuses as I cried. As I calmed down I sat against the Starbucks and lit a cigarette.
Substitute handjob
all characters depicted are fictional
"Noemi, since you're done with your assignment can you organize these overhead slides for me?"
"Yes Mr. Stoddle," I smiled. I'd do anything for you, Mr. Stoddle. Not only are you a total babe but you're a substitute teacher, and an easy one too. Nothing brightens up my day like seeing you instead of one of the bespeckled lifers. I plop down in the teacher's chair and start organizing the slides, glancing at him occasionally.
He's a skinny white guy and had a nicely trimmed beard. He can't be older than twenty-seven. Once he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and as I was checking out his meaty forearms I noticed the hint of a half-sleeve tattoo. Ever since then I've been crushing on him harder than any teacher at the school. His smile made lines in his face stand out and came slow, so I could see his lips expand and jaw tighten.
College Ballerina
"I'm so glad we're friends," she said.
I could never tell how sincere she was. She almost sounded sarcastic when she said it. There was a smile on her face but it always looked mischievous. Maybe I was biased since I had seen so much of her naughty side.
"Me too," I said, and squeezed her bony hip. She bit her lip and looked up at me. I gazed down at her and her girlish spaghetti straps resting on her pale shoulders. They didn't hide much; her petite body did have curves but they were very gradual and not pronounced. It was like a very flat rock you find at the beach, chiseled at points but mostly smooth. And she was small girl, the ballerina type, could probably fit comfortably in a suitcase. I looked into her face as I pinched her hip. Her demonic green eyes were always trying to tell me something, always trying to peek around the hallway corner of my thoughts.
"I like it when you touch me like that," she breathed.
"Yeah?"
"Yeahhh," she moaned a bit. She came up closer and put her hand and head on my chest. My hand slid down and cupped her tiny but visible butt and she cooed.