Category: eroticliterature

My Sexual Family [Incest] [M/s] [Mommy-Dom] [Gentle-Dom] Chapter 1 – “Mom’s Help”

My name is Oliver… I’m an 18 year old going into my first year in college in a small town community. I’m a skinny lad who happens to be packing an 8 inch cock. My family of 5 is made up of me, my mom Alexandra, my Dad Doug, and my two older sisters Emma and Jenny.

Chapter 1: Mom’s “Help.”

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One night, after celebrating the my high school graduation with some friends, I was driving home when a drunk driver collided with me at an intersection. The incident left both wrists fractured,

Having both of your hands unavailable is difficult for daily life in so many ways, most of all for grooming and taking care of yourself. After coming home with both my casts, I thought I was going to be able to do it all by myself, but in the end it proved too difficult for me to do, and I had to swallow my pride and ask for help. I was always a quiet boy, rarely asking for anything or kicking up a fuss… But Mom was happy to help. Read more »

I had sex with my sister’s husband. On their wedding day! She has no idea. PART 1 – LINK IN BIO FOR MORE

‘Holly, I want you to be my maid of honour.’

When your sister says that to you, you don’t really imagine yourself having sex with her new husband on her wedding day but that’s exactly what happened with me. Weird how things work out, huh?

It was a beautiful venue. A grand stately home that seemed like something out of a fairy tale. The great building sat at the edge of its own grounds that stretched for acres beyond. It had its own lake and its own forest, it could easily have been the crowning jewel in a kingdom.

The wedding had gone perfectly. They had said ‘I do’ and we’d thrown confetti over the happy couple while they shared their first several kisses as husband and wife. My sister looked beautiful in her bridal dress and I’d done my duties of making sure she didn’t trip over her train or veil which she easily could have done in the heels she was wearing. She was only small, 5’4 but still an inch taller than me, but her heels had bought her almost to eye level with Darren, the – devilishly handsome and object of my most secret fantasies – groom. Read more »

Luna and Riley Ch. 12 – Riley’s Day [Futa] [Incest] [Sub/Dom] [Lesbian] [Fiction]

Disclaimer: This story is dramatically fictitious and possesses depictions of completely unrealistic and unattainable body standards. If that isn’t your forte then you may not find this story to your liking. If you decide to read the story regardless I thoroughly hope you enjoy it! Thanks!

Notice: You should read the earlier chapters, so that the story makes more sense. Your choice though, hope you enjoy it regardless.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence.

*Written By: RebHillBabe*

**Chapter 12: Riley’s Day**

Luna awoke to a warm summer’s day, as the birds chirped happily outside. The rattle of the ceiling fan was just loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to be annoying. She sat up in her bed, causing it to creak below her as she stretched her arms up with a pleasant yawn. Looking down, she gently caressed the head of her sleeping sister. Read more »

The Origin of a Kink [Breeding/Impregnation/Pregnancy] [Long]

**The following is a long story that leads to a recent discovery. It’s all true, it’s very honest, it starts very sexy and ends very not sexy. I wrote it because I do my best thinking through reflective writing. I shared it because I value sharing the human experience in all of its unique forms.**

I want to be pregnant again.

So bad.

I loved being pregnant. For the most part, at least.

Sure, for the first 15 weeks the weirdest things could nauseate me to the point of running for the nearest trash can at any time of day. And yes, I have never experienced exhaustion quite like first trimester exhaustion (except for newborn exhaustion, that’s next level). And of course there were aches and pains that made some days pretty hard to get through…

But even with all that, pregnancy was fucking magical.

*I* felt fucking magical. I thought I was the world’s most womanly woman. I was a goddess of creation! I was participating in the most ancient act of maternal instinct. I had joined a sacred club. I was *making someone*. Someone that I was already so fucking in love with. Read more »

Tanya’s Naughty Exploits: Discovering her inner slut (MF Anal First Time Long)

Chapter One

Tanya had been looking for some fun for a long time. She had become completely absorbed with work and living a life which had quickly become so boring that she was forgetting the last time she had some carefree fun. After her last relationship, she had gone off the idea of men and needed a break. She had terrible luck with relationships and had decided that her slutty days were behind her and she needed to settle down. The only problem was that while her friends were all getting married and starting families, she was still looking for the right person who just didn’t seem to be anywhere.

She was in her early thirties now and in a very good job which allowed her to live a comfortable lifestyle in the city. She enjoyed the occasional long weekend break in Spain or France to get some sun. She had become used to going on these trips alone though and was longing for someone to go with her. She often fantasied about meeting a man in the hotel and going for a drink then inviting up to her room. Sometimes, she would watch another couple and imagine her in the place of the woman enjoying her partner’s company. On occasions, she would even fantasise about seducing the husband and sneaking away with him behind his wife’s back or better still, being invited to join both of them in their room. Read more »

The bet (MF)

Vanessa had just graduated from law school and was lucky enough to secure a job at one of the largest law firm in the country. She had only been there for 2 weeks but she loved her job. The money was good, her colleagues were nice, the place was gorgeous and she love the effect she had on people when she told them where she worked. It made her feel smart and important.

Vanessa was in her mid 20’s, a brunette with shoulder length wavy hair. She did not wear a lot of makeup. Usually just some mascara and some lipstick. Since college she had been wearing glasses, which gave her that smart but sexy look.

She knew she had a really nice body, she was a 36D, she had a nice bubble butt and long legs. She spends a lot of time at the gym to make sure she maintains that body. Vanessa believes in dress to impress, so everyday she would pay particular attention to what she wore. Most of the time it would be sexy blouses with the first button open, paired with a tight pencil dress. She always wore stilettos that matched her outfit and accentuated her toned legs. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 3 M/M

My shift at the Donkey Shoe ends at 6:00 P.M. I need my raincoat going home as a steady drizzle falls from the sky, but it isn’t the reason why I walk to my studio at a brisk pace. I’m used to the rain, it’s the need to prepare for tonight that has me giddy and in such a hurry. Seeing Fernando has my heart racing and blood erecting my penis off and on, the thought of seeing him, this time face to face and not sitting side to side.

I punch in the security code for the door to the studio apartments entrance and make my way upstairs. Once inside my studio I text Fernando a friendly text.

Thanks for lunch again, see you at Gossip at 8:)

As I make a move to take off my jacket my phone digs and I see a response. It reads: See you at 8 ;)

I can’t help but blush at the winky face and send him a winky face in return. My cock throbs inside my jeans at the thought of kissing the tall muscular Latino adonis, Fernando. I place my hand over my bulge and rub it some, sending waves of pleasure though my groin and up my body. A fluttering is in my chest and I take a deep, almost raddling, breath. Read more »

If they can’t pick just one, will they ever be satisfied?

***Reignited by Clit Club***
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“I thought we were supposed to be dancing, not talking on the phone with colleagues while I drink in the corner.”
I didn’t bother hiding the bitterness in my tone before taking another sip of my cocktail. My husband couldn’t hear me, phone stuck to his right ear and left hand pressed against the other. Even if he hadn’t been distracted trying to hear one of his coworkers, the loud bass of the music would drown my words out anyway.
It started off so well. We’d arrived in Cancun that morning, checked in, and made plans to explore and go dancing. We visited some marketplaces, tried some of the local food, and shared laughs as we walked towards the club the front desk had suggested. I had high hopes for this trip, our first vacation since our son moved out months ago. A chance to get away and reignite a love we’d seemingly lost. It was supposed to be a new beginning, and now, it just felt like more of the same.
Our initial mistake was making our way to the bar first and not following the crowd to the center of the room where people were dancing like their lives might end tomorrow. Whatever call he was on right now would’ve been missed and our bodies would have been close, our movements sensual and fervent.
All his attention would have been on what mattered – us.
I had been on my first cocktail when he got the call from work. A call that was supposed to last two minutes.
Now I was on my third.
Sighing, my gaze flitted around the room, taking in the amorous scene that was unfolding. My eyes were on the couples who seemed to be reveling in the moment despite the lack of air conditioning. They were dancing freely and losing themselves in the freedom of their movements. It was captivating, and I was jealous. Read more »

Relax [Seduction] [Control] [Praise Kink] [Cunnilingus]

“I want to take care of you” 
Upon hearing this Amir remained silent, continuing to eat his meal.
“I can see the confusion in your eyes Amir” words spoken sweetly by Nakira, the woman he has been dating for a few weeks. Nakira, undeterred, spoke again.
“When you’re finished with dinner I want to show you what I mean”
Various thoughts ran through his mind. He had no idea what she meant. “How does she want to take care of me?”, Amir thought. 
They finished dinner in relative silence. The evaporating sounds of silverware tapping plates couldn’t alleviate the anticipation in the air. Nakira stood to clear her plate then moved to store the remaining food. Amir jumped up, “Here let me get that, I should do something since you cooked.”
Nakira stopped shuffling the food into the container to face Amir. Her striking eyes captured Amir’s attention. “You’re my guest. Just relax.” as she playfully tugged his neck towards her. The intimate closeness ended as quickly as it began when Nakira returned to storing the leftovers. 
Amir felt uneasy. He was raised to have good manners, to be respectful especially when it came to women. Sitting down and watching tv didn’t feel right. He stayed behind Nakira watching as she cleared the table and counters. 
“I can wash the dishes,” Amir thought. He didn’t wait to give Nakira an opportunity to refuse. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt to roll up his sleeves. The sudden sound of water flowing from the faucet caused Nakira to turn around. Dishes clinked around the sink as he meticulously washed each one. Nakira didn’t realize she was staring. Watching the muscles in his forearms flex to accommodate his actions. She felt voyeuristic watching as the dishes disappeared from the sink. 
“So you’re a non-believer” Nakira spoke out loud to Amir. 
“Do you mean like God or something?” asked Amir.
Never one for superfluous explanations, Nakira took action. Without answering his question Nakira moved behind Amir, wrapping her arms around his waist. He was trapped and they both knew it. With soap suds all over his hands and arms Nakira knew he couldn’t turn around to stop her. 
“Earlier I said I wanted to take care of you and I wanted you to relax.”
Amir didn’t speak a word while listening intently. 
“You know I’ve had a hard time holding myself back.” Nakira continued “When I first laid eyes on you I thought it would be great to conquer you. Have you in my bed until I become bored then toss you to the side like the others. You deserve more than that.”
Amir could feel the pace of his heart hasten as she spoke. He wanted to be a respectful gentleman. Nakira was bringing out another side of himself he couldn’t recognize. He was immediately drawn to her. Her enigmatic smile intrigued him. Her eyes, seductive and vulnerable, stoked his curiosity. When she spoke her voice took command of his mind blocking any sound she didn’t create. She was the first woman to stir these feelings of wanton desire within his soul. He was more than willing to admire her from afar, terrified of being enraptured by Nakira. As Amir attempted to defuse these thoughts in his mind he felt Nakira unbuckle his belt, removing it from every loop. Placing the belt on the table she turned back around to once again face Amir’s back. 
“What are you doing?” Amir asked.
Nakira refused to answer, instead choosing to reply, “ If you want me to stop, let me know and I will. Understood?”
Amir wanted to see where this would lead. He nodded his head following it up with a deep voiced “Uh huh” to confirm he understood. Nakira smiled knowing each thought in his mind was about her. This was the fourth time he was washing the same dish. Amir looked down to see Nakira’s hands unbuttoning his pants. His growing erection threatened to burst free from the cloth of his boxers at any moment. Nakira’s hands lightly grazed the hardness of Amir. A shiver of excitement coursed through his body giving rise to a soft moan.
“I’ve never made that sound before.” thought Amir.  
“Put down the plate Amir.” commanded Nakira
Quickly placing the plate back into the sink Amir attempted to rinse the soap from his hands.
“No you can’t rinse your hands yet.” Amir was puzzled as he complied. 
“I’ll at least turn off the water and dry my hands,” he stated.
“You can turn off the water but you can’t dry your hands.”
Turning off the water Amir turned to face Nakira, keeping his hands outstretched. He didn’t want to stain her clothes with his wet hands. Nakira’s beauty was effortless however, it was clear she took time to further accentuate her beauty for Amir tonight. 
“I’m sure the concept of someone taking care of you is foreign” Nakira said “I want to show you how good it feels.” Read more »

Going Down in the Elevator [M/F] [Public]

I left the high rise office feeling confident, absolutely nailing the interview. We’d had a rapport, the HR guy and I, and I just had the sense things were looking up.

Approaching the lavish, ornately trimmed elevators, I glanced out the wall-length windows and pressed the “down” button. A boy could get used to working with that view. The city splayed out mathematically, coalescing into a satisfying grid.

The familiar *ding* alerted me to the elevator again as the car arrived. I snapped out of my dreamy state and headed towards the opened doors. An empty elevator. Excellent.

I pressed the button marked “Lobby” and set my back against the rear of the car. A soft *whoosh* followed as the doors closed and a gentle, swift descent began.

Just as I was letting the comforting zen of the quiet overtake me, the brakes delicately enabled and the car came to a stop again. The doors opened on the 30th floor and I raised my head to give whoever was waiting a visual greeting. Read more »