Category: Erotica

Reverie [FF] [mild D/s] [exhibitionism]

True story.

Waking up, something didn’t feel quite right. Tingly and warm, I am pretty certain I had a sex dream. Of what I can’t be certain, but what I can be certain of is that my panties were absolutely saturated. The white high waisted underwear was so wet that if I were to wring them, they would drip. I even surprised myself with the sheer quantity I had produced. My hand slides between my legs with the lightest of touches to feel my panties, utterly soaked. Retreating, my fingers are so wet that it appears as if I ran them under a tap. Despite how aroused I felt, unable to play I go about my day, wondering what I had dreamt of to be so hot and bothered. It’s not until much later that I can really dwell on such thoughts. Read more »

The friend/couple that changed me. Part 1

Now I have known James for about 15 years. We worked
together at first and hit it off. Liked sports, craft beer and music etc. He
had just broken up with his girlfriend at the time and moved in with me. We
have been living together for about 3 years now.

Right before he moved in, he told me he was bi and that he
wanted to be up front with me. So, I would be seeing him with both guys and
girls. I was cool with it.

I’m straight but far from homophobic.

After some time and us living together. I got to know James
very well when it came to dating and his sex life. I knew he was bi, I knew he
was the manly man with guys and was a top. But with girls he was more
submissive. One girl he dated cuckold him for a little bit. It was the only
time that anything ever happened with us at the time. She was punishing him for
something, not sure what. She locked him up and had me fuck her as he watched.
Got to love a fun crazy drunk night. Read more »

Curse of the Cock – Entry 5 (F/F, CYOA)

Surprisingly close this time. In fact, the chosen option won by a single vote! Remember, if you want to have your own impact on this story, make sure to vote.

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“And just how curious are you really? You don’t even know my name.”

“You’re right, I don’t. Would you tell me?”

Amanda considered that for a moment. Did she really want to go down that path of opening up to Zab, or should she make up a name, or even just not give one? Her name was such a little thing, often given casually, but never under circumstances where the other person already knew something so intimate about her.

She thought back to the last time she’d been asked for her name. She refused that time, but then, that guy was just… not even worth a second attempt. He was at best a one-night-stand. Zab… might turn out to be more, but that was yet to be seen.

“Tell you what,” Amanda offered, “Let’s see how this goes, alright? I’m um… kind of a private person, you know? And for obvious reasons. We don’t know if we’ll even like each other.” Read more »

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The Divorce. [M/F]

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes things just get beyond our control and nothing you can do will change them.

My wife and I married young. I was twenty, and Kassie was just turning nineteen, but we’d been an item more or less since we were kids, and as cheesy as it sounds, we had a bond like you would only see in a fairy tale. Which makes what happened only more disheartening.

We were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts, and part of what made our relationship so strong was the fact we’d been there for each other through some pretty tough times. Kassie was a bright light for me when my parents divorced, and I helped to pick both her and her mother up when Kassie’s father, Jack, was killed in a car accident. But, I guess in the end, even the strongest bonds have their weaknesses.

The first ten years of our marriage were amazing. We both worked hard to put ourselves through college. I went into engineering, while Kassie went the distance with veterinarian school. By the time things began to change, she’d started her own practice specializing in horse medicine. She was good, and before long my wife was highly sought after in the racehorse community. This would open the door for Kassie to gain a lot of high-profile connections, and eventually lead to her having to travel all over the country on a regular basis. Read more »

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 2 – My Queen

New strain of COVID, I’m now a disgusting perverted vampire. I enjoy the spoils after my home invasion, planning for the future and exploring the woman I claimed.

DISCLAIMERS

Please read!

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Please read Chapter 1 if you haven’t. This chapter is mostly an interlude, just so I can get my thoughts and ideas down. Think of this as coming home to enjoy the spoils after a quest/mission/raid. The next chapter will be going out and raiding again like Chapter 1. Read more »

Vegas: City of Dreams PART 1 [FFM][FF]

Trailing a handful of steps behind, Chase watched as Maeve and Alexa, arm in arm, opened the door, laughing as they stumbled into the waiting suite. It had been an evening of dining and dancing. The bright lights of the Vegas strip had sparkled in the cold, dark night as they bounced from casino to casino until they had found themselves nestled into a VIP booth at Club Omnia. They had been part of a larger group but as the night got longer, their crew dwindled until it was just the three of them still out on the town.

With Tiesto headlining that night, but it had been loud, hot, and crowded. All three of them had worked up a sweat as the bass kicked and the party raged around them. Alexa wore a tight mini skirt that clung to her like body. Her skimpy top worked hard to disguise her modest bust but she compensated by a well-rounded ass that she was not shy of shaking. Not to be outdone in the slightest, Maeve dazzled with a tight little black dress with a slit that ran almost all the way to her hip, accentuating her curves. She rocked a pair of dangerously tall, red heels that caught the eye and encouraged them to wander up her slender legs to gaze upon her hourglass frame. The plunging neckline commanded attention though, revealing ample cleavage. He had caught more than one lustful stare from guys stuck in the mass of bodies packed into dance floor that extended out in front of the booth. Read more »

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Vacation with friends…

My girl and I were going to Jamaica with her friend and brother for some sand and sun. I’d never met the siblings before and, although we’d tried to get together prior to the trip to get to know one another, my grueling work schedule didn’t to allow it. So it wasn’t until that Saturday morning at the airport that we finally all met. Was I ever impressed when I was introduced to Chloe!

She was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Tall with long shapely legs, tight little waist and big tits bouncing out of her thin top, nipples hard from the airport air conditioning and pressing out at me
invitingly. And that was just her body! Her face was equally attractive with those high cheekbones, full bee-sting lips and impressive cat’s eyes framed by a long wild mane of dark hair. She was of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, so her skin was a rich dark complexion—and we hadn’t even hit the sun yet! I couldn’t wait to see
this cutie in her bikini! Why the fuck she was with her brother, and not some boyfriend, was beyond me. This dame could have had any dick she wanted! My girlfriend’s naiveity at putting me in the same hotel room as this chick for even one week totally astounded me. Don’t get me wrong. Annie (that’s my girl) is no slouch in the looks department either, but she’s tacked on a few pounds over the past year and couldn’t even begin to measure up to Chloe on the body meter. Read more »

The Maelstrom (Gay angel erotica)

Posting this again but with part two included. This is my first gay erotic story, I’d really appreciate some feedback. DM if you like.

Some human legends would have it that angels don’t wear clothes and that they just let it all hang out – mainly the Cherubim, the chubby baby ones. The truth is, there’s no such thing as the Cherubim. God would never allow juvenile angels to wield such power, much less zoom around the firmament naked. So nakedness isn’t really an option, more’s the pity. Because if it was, I’d so dearly love to see Volzirabeth unclad.

There. I’ve said it. I’ve finally admitted it to my conscious self.

I have unnatural feelings for Volzirabeth.

Immediately the darkest fear I’ve ever known rises up within me. God will be aware of my growing inclinations. She knows everything.

‘Kayelsharah, The Most Holy wishes to speak with you,’ says Usiu, suddenly appearing before me.

I knew it. I’m in trouble now.

If I had a heart it would be thumping wildly. But I don’t. I have feelings though and thoughts and quite frankly, at this moment, they are all over the place. Read more »

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The aftermath of a drunken kiss

Naomi and Emmanuel have been best friends since freshman year in high school. It was now junior year on college, and Emmanuel was head over heals in love with Naomi. But, Naomi was seeing someone else, but it was a fresh relationship.

Emmanuel knew he had to do something before he lost her forever.

One night, at a frat party, Naomi and Emmanuel were drinking together. After a few drinks, Naomi usually became very loose.

Emmanuel, being just as drunk as she was, took a chance. He kissed her. And obliviously, she kissed him back. But that’s all that happened. A kiss. No grabbing, no touching. Just a kiss. It was long, and soft, but nothing more.

Naomi didn’t talk to Emmanuel for a week after that.

Emmanuel, feeling guilty and a little angry, decided to confront her. He went to her off campus apartment, and walked in, locking the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” She asked softly. “I’ve always just walked in to your apartment.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She retaliated, her voice still soft. “We need to talk.” Read more »