Category: eroticliterature

A fellow Redditor gave me this challenge: write a dirty story with only dialog. Nothing else. I may have bent the rules just a little, but hopefully I still get full credit.

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“We can’t keep meeting up like this…”
“Why not?”

“Because…what if they find out?”
“They won’t.”

“But how do you know?”
“I’m not going to tell anyone…are you?

“No…but…is it wrong?”
“It doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

“God, don’t look at me like that…”
“Like what?”

“Like you…like you really *see* me.”
“I can’t help it Alix.”

“I can’t remember the last time he looked at me like that.”
“He doesn’t see you like I do.”

“Neither does she…she doesn’t appreciate you like I do…”
“I know…”

…

“Oh god…Nick..I haven’t been kissed like that in forever. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that actually.”
“I can’t get you out of my head. I spend all day thinking about you.”

“I can’t escape you. It’s like…I’m trapped in your orbit.”
“I know how you feel…it’s almost like…we are twin suns, orbiting each-other, caught in each other’s gravity” Read more »

Andrew and Tisha were both standing in the alleyway. It was a little section of the dining area that led back to the kitchen. It was here that servers would enter orders on the POS system, grab checkbooks, and chat away from the customers.

It had been a busy Saturday-night shift, but things were finally winding down. Tisha looked up at Andrew with a flicker of her eye. He could tell, there was something on her mind.

“What’s up?” Andrew asked with a smirk.

“Oh, nothing.” Tisha chuckled.

“You aren’t giggling to yourself for nothing. What are you laughing at?”

“Welllll,” she wound up.

Andrew had a feeling that he knew what was coming. It was only a matter of time before someone at work discovered his private persona. He wasn’t doing a great job of hiding it at this point; he had gotten a little careless with his online presence. Even so, the thought of being found out caused his spirit to stir with a nervous excitement.

“Go on,” Andrew prompted her to continue.

She smiled up at him with a look on her face that fell somewhere between fascination and embarrassment. “I found your Tinder.” Read more »

The night is balmy, the air hot and heavy. He suggests a dip in the hot tub. They both know it is too hot, that they will be overheated before the end of the first cycle. Still she says yes.
They change into bathing suits. He wears standard drawstring shorts; she chooses an itty bitty string bikini in black. He watches her tie the string around her neck. Watches her heavy breasts lift beneath the stretchy fabric, a small smile on his lips.
The moment they go outside, the moisture in the air weighs on their skin. They laugh at the silliness of sitting in hot water on a night like this, but they don’t stop. The lid of the tub on one side and the closed blinds of the neighbor’s window on the other provide a modicum of privacy. Enough privacy to have a bit of fun. Enough risk of a neighbor popping into their yard to add a bit of spice to the fun. The jets on, she stretches out in the lounger, spreading her toes to allow the water to run between them. An involuntary hmm…escapes her mouth as the jets pummel up and down her body. He sits across from her, watching the stress leave her face. He leans his head back on the headrest, letting himself relax too. Always leaving his eyes slightly open to watch her. Her breasts at the surface of the water looked so buoyant and perky. Why were her nipples so hard, even in this heat? He chuckles. They are hard because she knows he is watching. She can feel his eyes on her.
They both let their bodies go, let their muscles relax. Soon, she moves to his lap, straddling him. She softly kisses his lips. It’s a gentle kiss. Then she pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles. His hands move to her hips and he pulls her down on him. Makes her feel his arousal. Before the end of the cycle, they agree it’s too hot to stay in. He makes sure she exits first. He likes to watch the water drip from her body. Likes to see her curvy bottom as she steps over the edge of the tub.
They don’t bother with towels, the hot air will dry their skin. He turns on the outdoor fan. Even in the heat, the air blowing on her wet skin raises gooseflesh. Her nipples grow even harder, pressing against the wet fabric of her suit.
They lay on the outdoor sectional, heads at opposite ends, legs intertwined. He pulls her foot into his lap and begins a massage. Then he raises the foot and kisses the instep. He raises his body on his knees and begins to lick and bite his way up her leg. As he moves higher, his bites are harder, more urgent. He moves her body so she is laying on her side and lays behind her, her back to his front. He shimmies his swimsuit down and unties the strings of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall away. He moves his arm around her shoulders and chest, holding her still. She can feel him pressing against her. He’s so hard. It makes her shudder with pleasure to feel how badly he wants her. How the site and feel of her body can make him so ready. She moves her hand to the soft wetness between her legs. He catches it before she can touch. “Not yet,” he whispers. “Patience.”
He presses against her, his cock sliding between her cheeks. The tip sliding through the wetness and spreading it along her crack. He growls in her ear incoherently. No words, just sounds. She tries to arch her back against him, but he’s holding her too tightly. He hears her breath speed up and her soft whimpers. Finally, he lets go of her hands. “You can touch now.” She reaches between her legs and makes herself cum while he holds her.

I thought I’d try out a film class. It’d had been a great experience so far, but this week we were allocated to work in pairs to create something spontaneous. I’d met a few people in the class, although I was far more comfortable with my thoughts than engaging with other people, but was allocated with a girl who I’d never really spoken to.

She seemed delicate and demur, wearing a light floral dress which flowed over her curves. Her medium length ginger hair neatly tied in a braid, falling onto her collarbone and neck, both on display. A hint of herself carefully shared. She seemed a little shy too, but gently started opening up as we spent some time together.

The piece was to focus on light and shadow; two sides of something natural. How brightness and darkness allow us to share secrets otherwise hidden in plain sight. Neither of us had done this before, and we agree to head to her apartment to utilise the spontaneity and see what unfolds. Read more »