Erotica Archives — Page 866 of 1751 — NSFW story

Does anyone read erotica online?

I am curious where people read erotic fiction? Ive found some pieces in inkitt and began posting my own works there as well. However, the their isnt a large forum or erotic work readily available for consumers wihout doing a ton of research and scanning multiple online sites.

If anyone else uses inkitt, id love to connect! Heres my profile: https://www.inkitt.com/sammariebooks

My First Time – With Another Woman

When I was 20, I took a calculus course at uni. I was so lost in that course, and the professor was no help at all. I pretty much learned everything in that class from Jahnavi, the 28 year old TA working on her PhD in math, during the discussion section. She had a slight Indian accent and was super nerdy like me. I also found her amazingly attractive and awkwardly tried to flirt with her even though she was basically my teacher. Jahnavi was pretty open that she liked women and would smile, or almost flirt back at me, but never flirted back.

I went into the final exam assuming that Jahnavi just wasn’t interested in me. After the long, difficult exam, I left the room and I saw someone wave to me from down the hall. I was stunned as I realized it was Jahnavi – and she was wearing heels, black thigh high stockings, a black pleated miniskirt, and a red halter top. As I walked over to her she said, “Hey, Annabelle. I *did* notice you flirting, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate while I was teaching to respond. Now that you’re done with the class,” she winked, “Want to grab a drink right now?” Read more »

Reporter’s dilemma part 10

It was late afternoon when Caroline left the building. She was in a haze of a “fucked just right” feeling. Her eyes were misty, she felt the glow, yeah, it had been perfect. Getting to suck all the studs back up to a full erection, then letting them fuck her cunt, perfect. Having them building up another hot creamy load had been even better. Long, enjoyable rides, after she had sucked Gregor up to a stiff, ready erection, Gregor had taken position between her thighs, he pulled her legs up and ordered her to wrap them around his waist. She obeyed without hesitation, and he notched his cock against her, then thrust hard, one smooth, single thrust as he buried his cock inside Caroline, bringing more cries of pleasure from her lips, her lust was in control, she was a true, cock hungry cream pie slut, and she was quickly moaning and gasping with pleasure, humping her hips up to take as much of Gregor’s cock as she could. Her orgasm seized her, she felt her pussy clamping at Gregor, the spasms brought on his orgasm, and he growled as his throbbing cock discharged a hot load into her heated center. Read more »

Breaking the Boy part 2: the cornflake incident

For the next two days, I stalk Alex all around the mall.

I try not to. I want him to like me, to be comfortable with me, to be attracted to me. I want him to enjoy everything I want to do with him. If he notices I am following his every move, it’s not exactly going to build his trust to the point where he’ll let me tie him up.

I work hard to reason with myself. He could be married. He could be gay. He could just be completely uninterested, which is absolutely fine and he is allowed to not be interested, although I will probably have to voluntarily commit myself to a mental institution.

Which is also absolutely fine, if that’s what I need to get through whatever the hell this is. Everything is absolutely fine. Oh God. I wanked off at work again today. I need professional help.

On the third day, I run into him at Winco’s. I am on my way home and, for once, thinking about what I need to make salmon teriyaki rather than tying up my colleagues, when I round the corner and see him staring at the cornflakes. My stomach drops like I’m on a rollercoaster and before I can think about it too much I walk over. He’s wearing a grey leather biker jacket and jeans which fit his (perfect) ass like a dream. Read more »

Out alone and cold

First date, from a totally vanilla app.

The kind of date that five minutes in already has you sneaking impatient glances at your watch and trying to hide your ever growing yawns with great difficulty. Ten minutes in it’s either slashing your wrists, or the restroom window.

A dimly lit bar. She chose it, which is actually an encouraging sign. And a table at the back of the room that allows whatever little privacy the place can offer.

This time it was surprisingly interesting. The physical chemistry was evident right off the bat. The conversation flowed effortlessly and so did the drinks. I don’t really drink these days, and the liquor goes to my head as if I were a fifteen-year-old having his first beer.

An hour into the date we were enthralled in a heavy make-out session. My last memory of anything like it is from a field trip my class took sophomore year of high school.

I am not one for such public displays of affection, but the smoke-filled room and the loud music allow me to get carried away in the moment. Read more »

Incel gets taught a lesson by trans woman [forced][anal]

I wrote this for a friend, post interaction appreciated 😊

“Get undressed!” I snapped out of it and quickly undressed and stood naked in my basement. The tall, slender woman in dark clothes guffawed and flicked my man-boobs. “Wow, they’re almost bigger than mine!” She laughed and shoved me onto the bed and proceeded to tie me up.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I yelled. She started climbing on top of me to straddle my face.

“I told you, your mother hired me to educate you. You’re a sad desperate man with a hatred for beautiful women. And now I’m really going to give you something to hate.” She unzipped her pants and pulled out a cock that wasn’t hard yet and still huge. “First step to treating a woman right was being chivalrous and you already failed. Second step is giving her pleasure. Don’t fuck it up.” She forced my mouth open and then stuffed my mouth with her limp cock. I struggled against the intrusion, but she began thrusting back and forth. She growled down at me in a sarcastic sing-song voice, “You’re fucking it up, bitch boy.” I grimaced and began moving my mouth with her thrusts and tried moving my tongue a bit. Her massive length began to stiffen and I looked up at her for approval. If I did well enough maybe she’d stop. Read more »

Can we make requests?

I have a rather vivid imagination and I find that I love to ready the stories people write or send imagining myself as the main female character. Or even my husband as the main character.

But I was wondering if we can make requests or anyone does this writing by request… I have certain fantasies I’ll never be able to live and I would love to read about them…

Morning Sex

To clarify, this is a depiction of consensual sex where boundaries are respected.

Monday morning, You’re gazing out the single sliver of a window that adorns your bedroom when you hear my footsteps fall softly but surely behind you. A breeze comes through the open window, catching the hem of your silk skirt, showing the soft skin of your thigh and more. You need to be touched. You need to be taken. And, I know it. Read more »