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Aurora chapter 2: Missing him [F]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p01hvo/aurora_chapter_1_phone_call_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It was hot in the hotel room this evening. Aurora lay naked on the duvet and writhed, she could not sleep. The air outside stood still. She did not even notice that the window was open and the curtains were drawn to let in as much air as possible. It was warmer outside than inside this May night in Oslo.

She got out of bed and stood in front of the open window. The whole wall consisted of glass from floor to ceiling. The two middle window elements could be opened onto a small balcony with glass railings. She liked to stand like that and just look out into the night while she let her mind wander. The phone call she had with Nico earlier tonight was still fresh in her mind.

Nico yes, she was lucky to have hijacked this wonderful man, that he was just hers. She missed him, looking forward to being home in his arms again. Three days was too long to be apart, and she still had two left. Had it not been for the fact that they had phone sex every night, it would have been unbearable. Read more »

Free the country? I went on a trip and a Latina rode me in SA about 2 years ago (English is not my first language, so please don’t be mad if I made some mistakes)

I was studying 2 years ago. I traveled a bit in SA then worked during that summer in Houston. Before I left SA, I matched a hot Latina, with biggest titties I’ve ever seen on Tinder. We sent each other nudes and videos. She’s kind of joking that I wouldn’t have the cock that I showed her in the video based on the Asian guys that she had sex with. I was lonely and horny in H-Town. So I decided to visit her in SA from H-Town in a weekend. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a car. I took an uber and wish to transfer a bus to SA at 7 pm in a Friday evening. I missed the bus because I was late due to the work and the crazy traffic in Houston that evening. I was thinking about taking a uber or lift directly to SA. But it’s too expensive. So I decided to catch the earliest bus next morning like 6:30 AM. I went back my place around 11 and woke up around 5 am, taking a bus to SA. I finally arrive her house at 10:30 am. Read more »

Aurora chapter 1: Phone call [MF]

– Hello
– Hi
– What are you doing?
– I’m in the pool, you?
– Just got out of the shower. I miss you…
– Mm, I miss you too. When will you get back?
– I need to stay a couple more days before I am back home in your arms.
– I can’t wait. Um, are you dressed yet?
– No, I have only wrapped a towel around myself.
– Lovely.
– Oh?
– Mhm.
– You?
– You know me, I prefer swimming nude.
– I know. Wish I were there with you.
– Ditto. What’s on the program for tomorrow?
– A seminar about business analytics before lunch, then one about asset management.
– Hmm, I would give you some asset management right now, if only you were here.
– Haha, you pig.
– Sure, but I am YOUR pig.
– Haha, charming.
– What are you doing now?
– Talking to you of course. …and shaving.
– What are you shaving?
– Guess…
– Your privates?
-…
– You are!
– Yes, I’m grooming her so she is ready until you get home.
– Ooh
– Are you okay?
– Yes, but you’re turning me on.
– Haha, is that right? What would you do if we were together right now?
– Here? In the pool?
– Yes…
– … naked?
– Mhmm
– Then I would pull you towards me, wrapped my arms around you and kissed you…
I would showered you with tender kisses.
On your neck, throath, brests… mouth…
– Mm
– …and then I would tanke a deep breath, fill my lungs, and dive under the water. I would grab your firm ass, one hand on each cheek, and pull myself towards you.
Then I would put my tongue on your lovely, freshly shaved pussy. Even though it was already wet from the pool water, it would get even wetter by the touch of my warm tongue.
– Oh…
– …I would lick your clitoris, put your vaginal lips in my mouth and suck on them.
– Ahh
– …suck on your clitoris. Taste your delicious juices mixed with the chlorine water. I would keep this gong until I needed to surface for air.
– Mmm, I like that. What would you do next?
– Hmm, do you really want to know?
– Yeeesss
– Haha, what are you doing now?
– …
– Tell me.
– … I’m laying in the tub…
– …aaaand?
– Haha, playing with the shower head.
– Ah, nice.
– Yeah, but I would rather have you here… Now tell me! What would you do next?
– Are we desperate?
– Yeeesss, you’re only teasing!
– Haha, really?
-Yes! Tell me, I want to hear the rest!
– Haha, Okay.
When I have gotten my head above water and replaced some oxygen, I would take my hand around your head and hold it tight while i press my lips against yours.
– Mmm
– …separate our lips with my tongue, and meet yours.
While we’re standing there making out, i let a hand slide slowly from your chin, past your neck, slowly circeling your left brast, then your right. Tenderly squeezing it. It is so firm, yet soft. And it fits perfectly in my hand. I’m massaging it gently, squeezing it. Firm, steady movements. Your nipples are hard and pearky. I squeeze the right one gently between my thumb and index finger. Rolling it between my fingers. Pullin it gently.
– Oohhhh…
– …then my hand moves further down, under the waterline, over your belly – your tight, adorable belly- over the belly button, and stops right above your…
– Mmm… don’t stop…
– I’m guiding my middle finger down the left side of your vaginal lips. And up on the right side.
– Aaa, quit teasing…
– …then I’m sliding it lightly over your lips, downwards and upwards, slowly. Once… twice…
– Ooohhhh…
– …three times… before my middle finger enters between your vaginal lips, as far in as it gets.
– Ahh, take me, now!
– …I’m starting to suck and nibble gently on your nipples while I finger you… with two fingers… and then three…
– Youh, ah, I – I need your cock now!
– …I put my hands around your hips and lift you up. You wrap your legs around my hips. I guide my big, hard, cock into your soft, warm, wet, tight cunt. You squeeze your beautiful tights around me. You start to tremble as the orgasm immediately starts to build.
– Mmf
– …I thrust my cock against your pelvis. Moving it in and out. Hardner. Faster. You’re moaning, louder and louder.
– Yhes, ah, doh, stoph…
– …your pressing your fingernails into my back, leaning your head against my neck, and start to shake. You release a loud, long moan as you loose control over your body and surrender to the orgasm’s warm waves that’s rolling through every inch of your body.
– Aaaaahh, yeeees
– …while the orgasm grabs a hold of your body, I give my final thrusts against your pussy before I release a moan and fills your pussy with warm cum.
– …
– …we let go of eachother, I pull out, and we just lay there, floating in the warm water as the orgasms slowly fade from our muscles…
– …
– …
– Mmm… Um?
– Yes?
– Did you cum?
– Heh, yes…
– Haha, in the pool?
– Um, yea…
– Haha
– And you?
– Mhm..
– You came?
– Yeah… twice.
– Ah, nice.
– Yea, squirted the second time.
– Wow, you should have saved it for me…
– Haha, you’ll get some later. But I have to go to bed now. Early morning tomorrow.
– Oh, yes. Sweet dreams.
– Thanks, I’ll dream about you. Good night.
– Haha, ditto, love you.
– Love you.

The Girl on the Video – Part I (M/F)

I needed a break from monsters and slime and all things weird. So here’s a story more like some of my earlier works for your reading pleasure. I expect it to run five or six parts, then I will get back to the Clementina story line.

The first part is pretty straight up boy-girl, but there will be some incest components later in the story.

Have fun!

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The Girl on the Video
Part I

“Seriously?”

I shook my head and looked at my boss, who was staring down at her phone.

“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, sighing. “They canceled at the last minute.”

“Ugh,” I said. It had taken an hour on the subway, going from one end of town to another, to get to the business meeting. We had managed to get an early start and miss the bulk of the morning rush, but now it was getting well into the rush, and the thoughts of dealing with the ride back made me cringe. Read more »

Under My Desk [M/F, D/s, bondage, semi-public]

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oj6mt9/the_locker_room_mf_ds/)

[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojv262/after_class_mf_ds_oc/)

[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/olju2k/in_the_library_ff_ds_oc/)

[Part 4](https://fm.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/os9z7f/alys_next_lesson_mf_ds/)

I had to sneak Aly into my office. A colleague tried to stop me to discuss something mundane on the way–so I was a bit brusque with him. But, Aly was in her wrinkled skirt and had a rather obvious stain on her crop top–from my cum. She probably smelled of it too. So, I quickly directed her into my office and closed the door.

“I have a meeting with Ella shortly, and you’re going to be a good girl and wait while I talk with her.” Aly looked at me with her dark, almond eyes and nodded astutely. She was looking more submissive than ever. The power I felt over her was intoxicating. “Bend over,” I said.

“Yes, Professor.” Aly placed her hands on my desk and bent over, pushing her ass towards me. I pulled her wrinkled skirt up to reveal her plump, pale ass. Though, it was looking rather red from my abuse just moments ago. I couldn’t help myself–I squeezed it with my hand, wrapping my entire palm around her left cheek. Then–smack. And, again, smack. Aly flinched, but bit her lip, keeping quiet. She knew it might not be wise to cry out right now. My cock was throbbing. I was ready to fuck her again, but I didn’t have time. I opened my desk drawer. Read more »

[F] With questions for the writers and the readers…

*If this isn’t the sub for this I apologize in advance.*

I’m new to erotic writing. So far, I’ve just been sharing true stories from my past. I still have a few more non-fiction pieces to share, but eventually I want to write more fiction in this genre. For me, the best way to learn how to write is to read…a lot.

There’s so much content out there and I have no clue where to even begin. My hope is that my fellow redditors can help point me in the right direction.

Can you guys share pieces that you enjoyed? And/or name other writers on reddit that produce and share fiction/non-fiction erotic writing? It would be really helpful if you add what makes their writing appeal to you.

If there are any writers reading this. Are there any resources that you’ve found helpful in improving your erotic writing?

Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: Part 4

Sorry for the delay! You guys know how it is, real life getting in the way and all that. Part 4 is a bit different than my other entries, but I hope you’ll enjoy just the same. And don’t hesitate to reach out. I love hearing from my fans ;)

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Allie was troubled. Troubled and flustered. She couldn’t…wouldn’t put other adjectives to how she was feeling right now.

She texted Nick again.

“Baby please respond? I’m freaking out over here…”

She sat in the bathroom stall and tried to get a grip on the situation. Why did she decide to wear this dress to dinner? She opened the stall door and glanced at herself in the mirror. The dark blue dress was cut just under her arms, showing off her breasts (which had always been almost too big for her frame), pressing them together tightly and pushing them out. The rest of the dress hugged her tight body like a glove, especially her thick ass, product of a healthy habit of doing squats at the gym. She had felt so confident wearing it. So sexy. And then her boss, Mr. Evans, had to ruin it. Read more »

Dark Delights [Non-Con, Sexual Violence, Assault]

**Firstly, I just want to say that consent is EVERYTHING. This is merely a work of fiction and needs to be approached as such. This is one of my darker works, so I’m going to give a quick warning: this story contains graphic violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion strongly advised.**

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*”Shit.”* Riley hissed through her teeth, holding her palm out toward the sky as rain began to sprinkle down.

A lit cigarette hung between her lips and she cupped her hands over it to shelter it from the wet. The weather hadn’t called for rain tonight yet Riley found herself clear on the opposite side of town from her cramped apartment, with no choice but to make the trek on foot as as the rain steadily picked up pace.

The only sound was her Converse padding against the sidewalk and the soft patter of rainfall as it hit the concrete. With what she was wearing, she’d be soaked to the bone by the time she made it another few blocks.

All she’d worn tonight was her favorite black beanie, a black tank top, black cutoff shorts and an oversized black and grey flannel. If she had known it was going to rain, she would have at least brought a poncho with her. Read more »

Self Therapy

I’ve decided that I would start posting on here as a form of self therapy. Lately I’ve been troubled by anxiety and depression. Part of that I feel stemming from the downturn in the sexual relationship with my wife and I. There used to be a time when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But after a baby, steep increase in work, and almost nine years together, three of which being married our sex life has become a bit mundane and vanilla. That’s not to say we don’t have our occasional interludes of passion but the majority for the most part is repetitive and by the numbers. I’ve come to doubt myself sexually in the bedroom with her. Whereas I used to feel confident and sure of myself giving my sexual experience I no longer feel as if she truly enjoys me let alone desires me. It’s left me feeling awkward and doubtful as to how to please her. I told her a few months back that I at least wanted to have sex once or twice a week but even that seems like a chore to her I feel. I can’t tell if she genuinely enjoys it anymore organically or if she’s just placating me and filling her quota for the week. There have been times of frustration in which I’ve told her it didn’t count because it didn’t seem genuine. She’s told me that I shame her for feeling like it’s not good enough or that it doesn’t count and I realized in that moment how it must seem and the deep regret I feel about my words and actions. Sometimes I just feel lost. I no longer pursue having sex with her; partially because I don’t want her to feel pressured and because she’s told me sometimes she thinks that’s all I care about but also because no matter my interest we would only do it on her terms or schedule. I don’t desire other women, by that I mean while I look at other women and can acknowledge their attractiveness I don’t crave or desire them sexually. I genuinely only want my wife. But I feel like that’s not good enough anymore, at least not for her. Sometimes I think she’s bored of me. There is little spontaneity now a days. We used to tell each other stories of our youthful sluttiness without divulging what was fiction or truth and of late it’s only me trying. She’s never worn lingerie for me, hates the type of clothes I like to see her in (mostly due to her own insecurity), and doesn’t have any interest anymore in being sexual or flirty when not in the privacy of our home. Occasionally she will send me a sexy pic of herself when out with friends, traveling, or at work events. But sexting itself has become rare and few and far between. I’ve tried repeatedly in the past but it would become painfully clear it wasn’t something she had time for and possibly little interest. I just don’t know what to do… I find myself withdrawing at times. I’m afraid to put myself out there or try and initiate because I’m tired of getting shot down whether because it’s not a good time or she’s not in the mood. I sometimes would try to have sex with her in the night (albeit without me realizing it sometimes) only to be rejected or for her to go through with it but clearly not enjoy it. Now we put pillows between us so I don’t wake her up and if I do happen to be horny I just go downstairs to watch porn and jack off. Sometimes I think it’s only a matter of time before she finds someone else if she hasn’t already; and if not sexually then at least emotionally. Read more »