I just got home from work when I hear my roommate shuffling around in his room. After he found my letter, we talked and decided to keep things casual. He’s not ready to get back into a relationship and I’ve got to admit, non-committed sex is way better anyway. So, we’ve decided to be friends with benefits. I set my things down and greet him from his doorway.
“Hey, I didn’t know you’d be home already.” He stops and looks at me, a smile breaking out across his face.
“Yeah, they actually let me leave early today. I finished what I needed to do early so decided to come back here and get laundry going.” He was packing up his hamper with all his dirty clothes. Sitting on top was the shirt I was wearing when he came in my mouth. Thinking back to that day made my stomach fill with lightning bolts. His hands, tongue, lips, dick; everything felt so good.
As he walked with his basket to the washer, his phone starts to buzz. I caught a glimpse of the screen where his ex’s name sat in a chat bubble. Something inside me started burning with jealousy, I had to know he’s not getting back together with her. I grabbed his phone and tried to tap on the message to get it to open, without opening his phone. A screen to enter his passcode came up and I tried putting in a few different number sequences. His birthday, maybe? Nope. Maybe he didn’t change it and it’s their old anniversary date? Nuh uh. Before I could try another code, his voice scares me out of my skin.
“What are you doing with my phone?” My heart was racing at his clearly annoyed tone. I handed it to him and told him he got a text. After seeing it was from his ex, he accused me of being psychotic and invading his privacy. He told me to leave his room and when I tried to protest, he picked me up and set me down on the couch. He turned and went back into his room, slamming the door behind him.
I’m not one to admit when I’m wrong, but I was really looking forward to him railing me at some point today. I walk into the kitchen for a glass of water and pass by my apron I keep hung on the pantry door. An idea strikes me and I forget all about the water. I grab the apron and run into my room, closing the door behind me.
I pull all my clothes off except the black thong I’m wearing and tie my white, frilly apron around me. I take a look in the mirror and I’m surprised to see that I look amazing. The apron tied around my waist is giving me the perfect hour glass shape, holding my tits at the top so they’re nice and perky. Turning to the side, I see my ass is poking out wonderfully. I stop and start twerking in the mirror, hyping myself up for what’s about to happen. I feel so sexy, I can’t wait til he sees me. There’s no way he could stay mad when I look like this.
I go to the kitchen and pull out some ingredients for cookies. I put on some dancing music and start separating the dry ingredients to one bowl and the wet ingredients to another. Before long, I hear him open his door, most likely to check on his clothes. My back is turned to him but I’m really trying to shake my ass and pretend like he’s not there. With flour on my hands, I run them up from the bottom of my ass cheeks to the top, hoping I made a mess. Before I can crack an egg, I hear his door close again and I feel total disappointment.
My hope is restored when he comes back out of his room and sits on the couch, flipping through tv channels. The couch is off to the side of the kitchen, so he can’t really see me unless he turned his head. After I get the cookies in the oven, I grab an old wash clothe and some dust spray. I go in the living room, walking right in front of the tv and start dusting our entertainment center. Still pretending like I’m dancing to my music, I bend over and shake my ass when wiping down the bottom part.
“Hey, can you move? You’re making it hard for me to watch tv.” I turn around and he’s not even looking at me. My eyes flash to his pants and I can see his boner poking through. I seductively walk to the couch and sit on his lap. In a pouty voice, I ask him why he’s being mean to me. I tell him I didn’t mean anything by going through his phone, that I was just worried he and his ex got back together. At this, he shoves me off of him and makes a teeth sucking sound. The oven timer goes off and I get up to pull the cookies out.
Waiting a second for them to cool, I grab 2 cookies and go sit by him on the couch. I offer him a cookie while taking a bit of mine and crumbs fall down my apron into my tits. I turn to him and pull the apron back so he can see.
“Can you get these for me? They’re really uncomfortable.” My eyes are soft and plotting, watching his gaze hold steady on my bust. He looks up at me after a moment’s passed and tells me no. The irritation is starting to build from this game; how could I be losing? His self control is rage inducing so, I get up from the couch and walk back into the kitchen. I start putting the cookies away and before I can finish, my anger gets the best of me.
“Look, what do you want me to say? I’m sorry I went through your phone and invaded your privacy. Fuck, I’ll never do it again. Can you just stop being an asshole already?” My cheeks start to feel hot as he pauses his show. He sets the remote down and gets up off the couch.
“Turn your little ass around and finish cleaning up my kitchen.” I can tell he thinks my anger is funny so, I do what he tells me to because I’m tired of playing with him. I put the pan in the sink and start washing it when I feel hands slide up and down my hips. He puts his mouth to my ear and says, “You get a little feisty when you don’t get what you want.” His breath on my neck sent tingles down my body that made my nipples hard.
He continued to slide his hands on my hips, slightly pulling my ass to hit his dick over and over. He kissed my neck, down to my shoulders and my legs started to feel weak. I’ve been wanting him to fuck me all day and now he’s just going to tease me? Knowing I’m already wet, he pulls my thong off and pushes his cock between my thighs, feeling my juices as he pushed up enough to poke my clit with his tip. Before long, he had me pressed against the kitchen sink, driving me crazy with his breathy moans.
His hands went under the apron and started playing with my nipples. I move my hips downward so my ass is poking out more, attempting to get him to accidentally slip it in. Eventually he notices my attempts and spins me around, throwing me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass a few times, making it jiggle before he tosses me on his bed. In a dominating voice, he tells me to get my ass in the air immediately, and I do so with a quickness.
He shuts the door and turns back toward the bed. In a moment, I feel his hands on my hips again as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He starts making bite marks on my ass cheeks and goes lower to eat me out from the back. He slides his tongue up and down the length of my open slit, sucking in the clit as he gets close to it. He’s totally teasing me, putting me at the point of cumming without allowing me the release.
“Ohh, my god. That feels so good.” I moan loudly. His tongue is lightly grazing my clit; he knows I’m about to cum. He stops touching me all together for a moment, letting me return to a level state so he can keep teasing me. My pussy aches from the pleasure build up and I know it’ll only feel better when he stretches it out with his dick.
“Babe, please. I want to cum on you so bad. Please, make me cum.” I’m whimpering now, knowing he’s not going to take pity on me. His hand slams down hard on my ass and I jump. His breath is on my neck again and he says, “You can cum when I give you permission. Now, be a good girl and wait patiently.” He returned to playing with my body, moving his dick in-between all my crevices, making sure I felt every inch of what I couldn’t have yet. My pussy is gushing at the sensation of him, the juice dripping down my lips and thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Seems like your cunt wants a taste.” I shake my head yes as obnoxiously as I can. He puts the tip of his dick right at the opening, pushing it in just slightly. His moans grow with each push as my pussy is reflexively sucking him in deeper. Again, he stops completely, grabs a handful of my hair and says, “You really pissed me off today with that phone thing and thinking you can yell at me. Do you feel accomplished? Is this what you were hoping for?” I shake my head no, soft whines coming from my throat. He laughs a little before telling me to open my mouth as he proceeds to fuck my face. He pushes his dick down into my throat repeatedly.
“Yeah, you’re not making any whiney bitch noises now.” He says as he’s pushing harder. I move my head to the side to catch my breath, strings of saliva coming from my mouth and landing on his dick. He gives me a kiss before sitting on the bed and picking me up to put me on top of him. He slams his dick into me like he just did my mouth and I’m elated. He holds me there for a second, grabbing my face so my lips are smooshed into a kissy face.
“How bad do you want to cum?”
“So bad, babe. Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Beg me for it then.” I hold his face in between my hands as I try to ride him and beg at the same time. He holds my hips so I can’t move, staring me directly in the eyes, waiting.
“Please let me cum, babe. You fuck me so good, I need it; I need the release. Please, I’ve been waiting all day for you stick your dick in me. My pussy is your’s already, just please. Please, please, please, PLEASE!”
“You’re so damn pretty when you look like that. I’m going have to make you beg more often so I can see that look in your eyes again.”
He grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and starts pounding my pussy. The sensation is so breath taking, I almost can’t moan. As I’m getting to my climax, he grabs my hair again and says, “Tell me you’re sorry for going through my phone and pissing me off. You better say it right quickly or I’m going to stop again.”
My head is reeling, I need to cum already. I let out a pathetic, “I’m sorry” to which he grabs my chin and says, “Look at me when you say it!” Our eyes are locked while the intensity is building between my legs.
“Baby, I’m so sorry I made you mad and that I went through your phone.” A smile runs across his face as he focuses, finally, on making me feel good. Our eyes are still locked as my pussy gives in and tightens and loosens around his dick in pure ecstasy. I cum so hard, I see spirals in my vision. He shoots a huge load into me, moaning against my lips as he does.
After we get every bit of pleasure out of cumming, he stops and puts me back on the bed. He gets up and, before leaving the room, leans down as if to give me one last kiss. Just before he touches my lips, he says, “Don’t you ever pull that shit again or I’ll tie you to my bed and make you beg me to cum every day for a week.”
Category: Erotica
My craziest Halloween (NSFW)(true story)
This story has a peculiar kink to it that I never saw myself preforming, but to be honest I seemed to enjoy it just as much as she did. We were halfway through October, probably a week before Halloween. I met this girl at work at the printing firm I worked at for a little over a year now, she had started a few months back. Of course, at first, I couldn’t tell if she was into women, but that quickly changed the more I got to know her.
It was casual at first, simple conversations, “how’s your day going?”
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Things of that nature. Often, she replied with flirtatious answers “I could use some help, but not with work” she would smirk, and my smile would linger to my cheeks. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I gave her my number, at this point we had been working together for over two months, and I finally felt brave enough.
Anyone else get shit for writing/reading erotica in other subs?
There’s been two occasions where I made a comment in a sub Reddit about therapy and a 12 step sub where people just started attacking me for it and saying my opinion is invalid because I write and consume erotica. It blew my mind. Erotica is such a safe healthy way to indulge in fantasies you wouldn’t be able to indulge in in real life. And as far as embarrassing stuff I’ve got way more embarrassing stuff than erotica on my Reddit I don’t know why that’s the thing that triggered them. I should bite the bullet and just make a separate account
The Equipment Manager S01E06 – Part 1
It was time.
The process had gone slowly, gradually moving up to larger and larger plugs, and I was starting to wonder if I’d ever finally graduate to that last, largest one. Days went by, a couple weeks, and I knew the guys were growing impatient.
After Sammy, there were no more texts, no calls to come over, no encounters in the locker room, and I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this was all over. I’ll admit, I was more than a little disappointed. I was starting to get used to this new life and new identity of mine, but maybe it was just not meant to be.
When I finally got the last plug in, I felt a quick little twinge of excitement at the base of my stomach; a little spark of hope that this might work. As soon as it was in and my ass had settled around it, I texted Avery.
*Hey. Just put the last one in… you know… if you’re still interested.*
He replied almost right away.
*How long?*
It couldn’t be that day; I still wasn’t quite ready yet.
30 [M4F] Atx Giving my neighbor an eyeful to look at while she was sunbathing
I have a petite 5’1 or 5’2 sexy-ass neighbor who conveniently is always sat on her porch with a coffee whenever I go for runs. I run wearing men’s athletic tights.
She’s a lovely woman, in her early 30’s unmarried with a hot body. I know that she really enjoys what she sees and has done so for over 4 months. She knows I know and she doesn’t seem to mind, nor do I. We do greet and smile and flirt a little when we cross each other.
I work from home, so after work, I do my usual workout sessions and jump straight into the shower. Upstairs I have floor-to-ceiling windows in my hall where I walk going out to the bedroom from the shower. If I see her, I intentionally decide to roughly dry off in the bathroom and then just air dry. I walk out naked past the windows and stopped dead in my tracks as I looked down into her backyard.
She was laying on the grass, looking right at me, wearing a delicious little pink bikini bottom.. and a sun hat. Nothing else. What a lovely sight it was! ❤️
My little slave
My dear little cumslut was crawling at my feet. She dragged her chained limbs across the floor, eyes staring up at me. She wore thin black leathery attire barely covering her sweetest areas. She attempted to speak through her tightly wrapped gag,
“Stupid whore, you know I can’t understand you with that in your mouth”
I said as I knelt down to her level holding her chin in one hand, undoing her gag with the other.
“Sir” she spoke. But stopped suddenly as my hand sharply landed across her face.
“My my your one stupid slut today aren’t you?” She nodded in agreement.
“you know what you did wrong didn’t you girl? Speak”
“Yes sir. I spoke without permission sir” she added weakly.
“That’s right girl. Now what did you want?”
“I want cock sir. Your cock. I want it inside me please, please, please” She begged.
She was desperate and I reveled in her begging.
“Maybe I will give it too you and maybe I won’t. That depends on you”
Lesbian mothers are the best mothers – Part 3
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/)
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First of all, sorry for the huge delay. But I was just relaxing and having a great time, while the Covid rules where relaxed a little at home. But also this part will not be the last one for you guys. **Promise**.
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Some days went by before there was another strange occurrence. I didn’t tell anyone of my semi-incest experiences. However, there basically is nothing illegal with it. My parents are not my “real” parents, so there is no shared blood.
My mothers were coming back from boldering (this is a sport where you are climbing walls with “pucks” on it), heavily sweating that their shirts were almost completely wet, their nipples peeked through the shirts. It was late afternoon. I would have estimated around 3pm.
They went showering, I didn’t want to disturb them, since they were some noises from the shower again, so I went coding a little on my new app – in my free-time, when I am not playing video games, I am mostly coding a little for fun, developing simple applications. After half an hour or so, my door crunched. Both my mums stood in front of me, fully naked. I just sat there in my boxers not being able to look away. There were looking stunning. The drops of water were still running down their skin leaving a little glossy shimmer on the bodies. My dick immediately bounced up.
I’m sorrry mommy
ALL CHARACTERS 18+
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Sean was all too aware of his morning hardon when his mother knocked on his bedroom door. “Wake up, Sean,” Lorin said to her son, “you promised to help me in the garage this morning.”
He had never known his father. He hadn’t been seen nor heard of for as long as Sean could remember. He had asked his mother when he was younger why he didn’t have a dad like the other kids and his mom always said, “He’s not going to be back. It wasn’t meant to be.” It was times like today he wished his dad was still around. Maybe he would be the one cleaning out the garage.
[M4F] Belle Delphine’s harem with her brother
Howdy friends! This plot is very solidly planned out in my head, but the idea of just writing to myself simply seems a bit boring. I’d love to find someone that’ll be excited to see things unfold, have their own ideas of what might come (that I may or may not use), and mostly take a relaxed role in helping me along :)
# The Plot
*While perfectly friendly, and even wholesome in day-to-day life, two main things give Belle Delphine: attention and depravity; which often go hand-in-hand. She’s always looking for the next stunt, both for her career and her own personal thrills. Even before her delve into degeneracy, Belle has crushed on her older brother – perhaps the only boy that she’s ever really been close to.*
*For her, porn is just another form of self-expression; so being able to do it with her brother is just as great of a show of romance as it is of hedonism. The only possible way to top that, in her mind, would be to see other powerful girls give as much to him as she does…*
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It´s just one of those nights, those nights that cannot be slept away, those nights that leave you with no place to go, those nights that you spend with the company of your intrusive thoughts , with memories that come and go with a painful sting.
There I was, lying on my bed looking at the ceiling as if waiting to get tired, with my eyes half closed at the continuos beam of light that shines through the half closed window from a street light outside. Smoking what seems to be weed but could perfectly be lawn grass that some asshole sold me under a bridge for a stupid price this evening, I sincerely would not be able to notice the difference,even less at the state that I´m in now, as I usually have more than enough satisfaction with the old reliable “forget juices” and rarely resort to weed to weaken myself further. But today asked for stronger effects ,as those thoughts would never drift away.