It’s noon and we are higher than the sun.
Just lying there, my legs in your lap. I sneaked into your white t-shirt before coming out and the lack of pants gives you a large canvas to doodle on. Seated on your side, I cling onto your arm, digging in deeper as your fingers, who’ve been strolling around my shin slowly rise higher. I might have sneaked in a small moan too.
About 100mm away from the monsoon island you stop and pull my right leg on one side and another.
You are big enough to pick me in a second.
Now i am just seated, with my pussy drips on your lap.
Still having your fun, smirking when i try to kiss you.
You pull back, that ignites me and I start pivoting around slowly.
We stare a gaze-“I know what you are trying to do, i like it”. I with puppy eyes and cruella lips, “i am doing nothing pumpkin.” Riding slow but hard, with pressure i cane feel your hard on tearing through to reach me. Our faces are 2″ away from each other, occasionally coming closer, brushing but not touching. I can feel your warmth radiating all over my body. I increase my pace, you helping me with my hips. You realize my build up and when im about to, you pull me in for a kiss and that helped me off.
Your turn. After gasping for a minute lying on your shoulder, I lean back and unbutton your tshirt, the one I’m wearing and grab your pant rim. I flick your hard on out and slide it in my mouth. Taking the entire thing in my mouth, and then slowly sliding it out. Sucking the head slowly and then increasing the pace. Till you cum in my mouth.
Category: eroticliterature
When your fwb visits you on a guys trip
You get there pretty late in the afternoon because you got off work late. You can tell me and the guys already had a few by how loud we were being. None of us had shirts on because it was still so hot even though the sun was mostly behind the mountains. We all look at you as you get out and I run over and give a hug. I turn around and introduce you to everyone. Bryan’s a shorter stocky guy and Randy is the tall lanky one. As you walk close to the fire they each walk over and give you a hug too. Both of them squeezing your ass a little as they do it. We offer you a drink and you pull up in a chair
Reluctant Freeuse Household Part 4 (M/F) (b/s) (c/c)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/or1497/reluctant_freeuse_family_part_1_mf_bs/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/or15pa/reluctant_freeuse_family_part_2_mf_fd/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/or17to/reluctant_freeuse_family_part_3_mf_bs_ms/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
**Julia**
It had been 2 weeks since [Julia’s](https://www.reddit.com/r/JuliaMerekouliasPics/comments/nwbsol/i_would_hop_in_the_backseat_with_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) birthday and she hated every part of her life just as much as she did on her birthday. She was hoping that her birthday would have been an exceptionally busy day with all the boys wanting to break her in, however Julia found she was still fucked 2-4 times a day, when she was doing her homework her older brother James would come into her room flipping up her school skirt and stick his small cock in her asshole. Her oldest brother Liam would bend her over tables, chairs, beds, pin her against walls and abuse her body, every time he fucked her it would feel like her tight pussy would explode, and he would leave her body bruised after every encounter. Her dad was the worst, like she had expected her dad had taken a liking to his tight young daughter, she had been woken from her sleep multiple times now to find him already fucking her, or wake up in the morning to find her tits, thighs, and sometimes feet coated in cum.
An Uneasy Proposition [MF][Dom/Sub][Blackmail] Part 3
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone’s thoughts/inner monologue, but can also be external actions.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/olaqbs/an_uneasy_proposition_mfdomsubblackmail_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/on2k8c/an_uneasy_proposition_mfdomsubblackmail_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Jessica**: F21. Main female of the story. 5’2″, blonde, c cup, petite, slender, athletic, great ass. Slutty at times, but loyal.
**Ben**: M18. Main male of the story. 6’1″, athletic build, brown hair, Kelly’s boyfriend.
**Kelly**: F18. Jessica’s younger sister. 5’4″, blonde, c cup, carefree, Ben’s girlfriend.
**Setting**: *Jessica and Kelly’s house*
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*Trump card*
The room was still dark. Jessica leaned back and stood in front of him again, but backed up a few steps. She slowly unclasped her bra and and then seductively tossed it to the cushion on Ben’s left as he sat there, enjoying Jessica’s little show. Her breasts slipped out and bounced as they fell free from the undergarment. She giggled as she bounced her breasts up and down for him with her hands, pinching her nipples and pressing them together slightly for his pleasure.
Step sister interrogation cnc part 1
I shall continue with this series if you guys enjoy this as this is my very first written peice.
A Crisis of Faith – The Confessional
Monica closed the door behind her and let out a sigh, that familiar feeling of relief that she gets weekly taking hold. Some people see a therapist to unload their baggage. Their therapist knowing more about them than their most intimate friends and family. Not Monica. Monica has been giving confession right here since she was a kid. She was baptized, confirmed, and married, all in the same church. There sitting next to the confessional kneeler was Father Egan. He sat in his robes waiting patiently for Monica to approach the kneeler and give her confession like she had for hundreds of Sundays in the past. Father Egan knew everything about Monica. He knew her parents. He knew her husband. He knew her kids. He knew the first lie she ever told. Well, not the first, but the one she told him at her first confession. That she lied about where she had gone one day to her mother, telling her that she had gone to the park on her bicycle, but that in actuality she ridden into town, which she wasn’t supposed to do because there were no sidewalks to ride on and it was much too dangerous.
First Time Anal {Anal} {MF}
Hey! As you know my stories always have some build up so skip to the asterisks for the erotic bits. Haven’t written in ages so hope you enjoy <3
I’ve been dating my boyfriend, Alex, for a few months. And we have a lot of sex. We’ve done it in car parks, bathrooms, hotel rooms. And we were finally going on our first holiday together. We’d envisioned days and nights of fun and sex in plush, white hotel rooms. We packed up a bag full of everything we needed to have a great time; lube, a small vibrator and a dildo.
I’d always wanted to try anal, but I was scared to shove his dick up my butt without any training. He’d bought me a set of butt plugs for my birthday a few weeks before, but we hadn’t tried them yet. The night before, we decided to pack them, although I was still a bit nervous.
The phone call – Part 2 (MF/Incest)
Archie stared blankly at his sister, thinking about what he wanted to do next. His eyes darted down to her now rock hard nipples, she wasn’t wearing a bra. He looked back up at Lucie, who was biting her lip as she watched the horror movie. She playfully gasped, pretending to be scared, sounding like a moan each time she did. Fucking tease, Archie thought. He had decided. He was going to fuck her. He sat back, admiring her nipples for a couple minutes before moving his hand up to cup her perfect tit, Lucie flinched but just smirked.
“What the fuck do you think your playing at?” He said, his deep, husky voice rattling through his sisters ears. She stayed silent while he fondled with her breast. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Being a slut for your own brother.” he went on, lightly squeezing her skin from under the fabric, “I knew it. I saw the way you looked at me each time I came home from practice.” Lucie sighed, knowing he was right. Her tiny pussy throbbed at the thought. Archie shuffled closer to her, whispering into her ear, “Take your top off for me.” She happily did as told, uncovering her rock hard pink nipples and bouncy, round cleavage.
[Part 9] Closing Time (female pov, oral, rape, rough, creampie, pregnancy, story conclusion)
[Rachel’s Saga Erotic Story Hub](https://www.reddit.com/user/Butterflies-n-cream/comments/odwnf8/rachels_saga_erotic_story_hub_female_pov/?utm_source=share&amp;utm_medium=ios_app&amp;utm_name=iossmf) – Links to the previous chapters are at the top of the post if you’d like to read them. The bottom of the post has plot and character summaries for those who’d like to get up to speed a bit faster (warning summaries may contain minor plot spoilers!). 😉
Chapter 9: Closing Time
“Open slut,” Kevin said in a stern voice.
I slowly opened my mouth and he began to slip a long purple dildo inside. “We’re going to see if we can get you to take this a little bit deeper, try to relax your throat.”
I was sitting naked on the stage at this point, as a few of the other men looked on in amusement. Kevin was convinced he could get some of us girls to learn some new tricks to make sex more exciting for the men. Things had become a bit tense as of late, and discontent had been growing among some of them.
Aly’s Next Lesson (M/F, D/s)
[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/)
I hadn’t spoken to Aly between classes. But, I left her a post-it note on an assignment I gave to her when I saw her on campus–”No panties in class tomorrow.” Class was uneventful. Aly was punctual this time–wearing a midi skirt and a crop top. Her auburn hair was held by a scrunchie in a high ponytail. She looked cute, but also a little haughty–her eyebrows were tight, deliberate lines and she held her lips in a curled, knowing smirk for much of class. She knew how to make me want her.
After class, she hung back, waiting for everyone to leave. She remained seated when my last student walked out. I walked to the door–without a word–and locked it. “Come sit here,” I said, pointing to the desk directly in front of me.
She obliged–walking slowly, thoughtfully, towards me, keeping her eyes trained on mine. She straightened her skirt and sat down. “Yes, Professor?”
I leaned back against the front of my own desk and crossed my legs. “Did you follow my instructions?”