Category: eroticliterature

I had never felt this way, never could I even imagine it. How many women had felt my fingers grip their neck, enduring the pleasurable pain of my mouth and fingers trailing and hickeying their way down, leaving a constellation of dark stars along them? Yet, I had never wanted nor desired to have the roles reversed. To be so small, so used up, that’s not me.

Here I was, being used anyway. You, less than half my size had made me feel like I was putty in your hands. Even if I wasn’t tied to the bed, even if moving meant those elegant fingers wouldn’t choke me and fuck… fuck I didn’t want that to stop.

Why weren’t you stroking me? I could barely think, I tried to force myself up, tried to lift myself up, hoping for a kiss, but as strong as I am, as tiny as you are, I had no leverage to do so. Slammed back to the bed, slapped, it became clear to me you would have your way no matter what. I agreed to this thinking I would retain control no matter how much rope you felt I needed. Read more »

It was that smell, floral, barely concealed by the dissipating rain. I’ll have it made clear I am no impulsive man, no, I have always been a man of careful calibration. Yet, this scent of yours… flooding my senses with strange desires so dark my blood pumped at it’s depravity.

Hurrying along the path, even in such a heightened state i was careful to make no noise. I had to know who you were, this effect I had never felt, the smell was not enough. I needed to see you, the thoughts of more than seeing, feeling even, they soared through my mind in short bursts, shunted out forcibly as fast as they came only to return with even more force.

In only moments I was less than a man, no different than a bear, an animal with its sight on prey. As I moved, I saw you. Your hair tied loose, slick with the drizzling rain as if in imitation of the dewy grass under my feet. A simple yet tight trainer, Grey and white, I imagined my index finger hooking underneath it’s strap and the thought was so intense that for a moment I stoped in my tracks. Read more »

I saw his attention was taken by her. She was short, petite, and tan. Her face was masked, but I could tell i wouldn’t like it. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t about me. This was about Daddy’s connection to her.

I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her. I envisioned her wet pussy dripping on his cock. My mouth watered as I imagined what she tasted like. Her face no longer mattered. All I focused on was her wetness on his cock. The sound of him longing for her to make him cum.

I could see his body tensing up while she rode his cock. I would be sitting on the edge of the bed as she pleased him. She would look at me while she rode his cock trying to make me jealous, and the energy would make me increasingly turned on instead. I can feel myself soaking the sheets underneath me while I’m just begging to touch myself.

Daddy says I’m a bitch, but he’s always the moody one. I have a difficult time even in my fantasies deciding what he would allow. I’m going to say with her he would make me wait for satisfaction. He might let me touch everywhere but my clit. He enjoys watching me squirm. Read more »

It started getting really dark outside. Your phone vibrated with an alert from the National Weather Service letting you know that there was a severe thunderstorm in effect for your area until 515pm. It was 430. 10 minutes ago it had been mostly sunny outside.
As you checked the radar, lightning struck causing the sky to light up and a monstrous crack of thunder to reverberate through the sky. Everything went quiet and dark.
You quickly went around shutting down electronics that were still on. Rain was pounding against the building. It was a Saturday so no one else was in the building. Soon it was hailing. The tornado sirens started sounding. The front door blew open.
You were having a hard time getting it closed when a guy came running in and helped. He wiped off what he could of the rain. “The tornado was spotted down by Walmart. Do you have a place to take shelter?”
Being the only one in the building meant that you didn’t have access to the basement. “The closet is the only room without windows.”
He helped you pull stuff out then you both entered. The wind picked up and the rain hit the building like sheets of ice. “I don’t have service.” You had gone to check the radar or pull up the news and couldn’t do anything.
“Neither do I.” He said. It got louder outside. Windows were breaking. You both assumed the position that you’d been taught to take at every tornado drill. He put himself over you.
You ignored the places his hands touched until he started whispering. “I’m going to fuck you. If we’re going to die, I’m going to go out with a bang.”
“Get the fuck off me.” You elbowed him in the side. He rolled off you which gave you time to try to escape. You made it out the closet door and into the customer area. He tackled you and drug you back into the other room. You tried getting a good hit in but he beat you to it.
“Fight, scream, or lay there.” He said as he choked you. “I don’t care. This is happening.” He undid your pants and pulled up your shirt. “A tomboy who wears boxers. That’s so fucking hot.”
He got your pants off, moved down to between your legs and began gently nibbling on your clit. His tongue went in and out of your pussy. He made his way up to your breast and began sucking on your nipples.
As he wasnt looking, you picked up a keyboard and smacked him across the face with it. He got angry. He took a mouse and tied your wrists together then tied the mouse to a door knob. He forced his tongue into your mouth and you bit him. He laughed then smacked you. He stuck his fingers in you and began fucking you. He smirked when you started moaning.
He undid his pants. You laughed when you saw the size of his cock. “What do you expect to do with that baby carrot?” He grabbed you by the throat, lifted your leg and managed to get himself in you. He thrusted away until he cam. “Two fingers could have done that. Your bang was more like a poof.” This really made him mad. He turned you over and pressed himself into your ass. Again he thrusted until he cam. When he turned you back around he was a bit bigger. He stuck himself in your pussy and placed his thumb on your clit. He thrusted as he manipulated your clit. It surprised you when he caused you to orgasm at the same time he did. Even more surprising was that it was one of the best orgasms you’d ever had from a man.
Things calmed down outside. He got dressed then untied you. “Ungrateful bitch!” Was the last thing he said to you as he walked away.

Odd thing, waking to the rustle of sheets I alone occupied. Or so I thought. The feel of the linen sliding along my bare legs slight yet demanding attention. I’m scared to admit it, but I couldn’t move. I stared at the mottled dark, shifty shadows I couldn’t make out, no candle light to help me discern more. My mouth was parted so slightly, silly I know, but I was afraid even to close my mouth would give me away.

As if I would be in less danger if I simply… stilled. The sheet continued to shift, slowly, my feet revealed to the chill, then my knees, my thighs. I began to notice oddities. The way the mattress might have been depressed to the right of me, my body angled oddly as a result. No, not might have, was. If I was not terrified before, the knowledge that someone was certainly sitting there put me catatonic.

I began to cry, silently of course. Vocal and noisy seemed so, so very dangerous at the moment. The sheet had revealed almost all. Chills from the cold air frosting along my hip line, only perturbed by the heat of my heart beating. Beating so very fast. Read more »