Very recently started looking for and enjoying the erotic literature scene, but have noticed there are very few mainstream romantic or erotic novels from a males perspective, and niche genres like sci fi mean there’s even less to choose from. Does anybody have any suggestions for the male side of erotic literature enjoyers?
Category: eroticliterature
[F4A] Taco Tuesday [first time script offer] a lot of [buildup] a lot of story [asexual] and [fsub] speaker in [lesbian][bdsm] relationship, I guess a little [voyeurism] and [exhibitionism] also [strap on] and [self-degradation]
Hi, all. I used to write on fanfic dot net back in the day, but I haven’t written anything in years. I hope this story is ok. Also, I want to post this to GWA: I don’t have any experience writing scripts, so if a voice actor would like to perform this story, you can make up your own staging/sfx if you want.
Note: This was written with the intent of being [F4F], but since the speaker is talking to you and your gender is not specified, the reader can make adjustments to be whatever gender they want to talk to. The only allusion to genitals is a strap on.
Synopsis: You’re a delivery driver visiting one of your regulars. Your patron is hot af, has a girlfriend, and you’re not quite sure why, but ever since you first started delivering to her, she’s always let you finger her on the patio. Today you’ve brought your strap on to see how far you can push your luck.
The only person talking is the female protagonist, “as indicated by the quotation marks”.
Story:
An Evening Interrupted [female, rape, humil, creampie]
With the house party winding down now I made my way cheerfully down the steps of Kathy’s townhouse and onto the sidewalk. “Have a goodnight!” I yell up the stairs and we exchange a parting wave as I turn to walk to my car. The night is pleasantly cool now that the rain has stopped, and the stars are beginning to peek curiously through the clouds, wondering what mayhem they missed beneath the storm’s veil. I’m just glad it finally ended as I had forgotten my jacket!
I sigh softly and mutter to myself a bit as I begin the long trek to my car. Parking is always a struggle here, and tonight was no different. “7 more blocks to go, but nothing is going to stop me!” I whisper playfully out loud as I deftly hop a wide puddle, and continue on my way.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I turn to look at it. “You sure you don’t want Ken to walk with you? It’s after midnight.” It’s a text from Kathy.
I swipe my screen and text back “no worries, I’m doing fine and know my way ?”
[Part 2] Finding Heaven Between Our Legs [MF]
[PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o6nv58/part_1_teaser_pregaming_and_precumming_on_the/)
They ordered an Uber XL back to his apartment for the privacy an extra row between them and the driver afforded. Not that it was enough to stop the driver from leering in the rearview mirror.
As soon as they sat down, he was bypassing her dress. It was a silky ascent up her thigh, under her hem, around her panties, and through her lips. ***GOD***, did she wish it was his dick but, ***GOD***, did his fingers fuck her good. Her hips could not contain themselves. As she soaked his hand and the seat, he stared into her eyes. He loved the way her eyes begged for more and more and more the slower he teased her clit. She dug her teeth into her lip as she fought to stay quiet. He put his lathered fingers in her mouth to help, and she licked herself off of him like it was sweet precum on his dick.
A Happy Ending [FF] [Massage] [Coming Of Age]
Preceding my 18th birthday, I found myself in desperate need of a massage. I was tired from work, school, and just life in general. I needed to be loosened up. And what can do that better than a nice rub down? A rub down…*there* perhaps…
I booked a late night massage at a parlor just outside town. The only appointment I could find was for 11:45 PM. I could hardly wait for it all day. All I could think about was sweet, sweet relief.
Alas, 11 o’clock rolled around and I decided to get ready. I took a 30 minute long shower, making sure to be clean in every spot of my body. I didn’t want the masseuse to think I’m some lazy, dirty slob. I booked a female masseuse because I felt more comfortable with someone that knew the female body and everything that makes it tick.
I arrived at 11:40 and waited in the waiting room. Finally, the receptionist called my name and I was guided into a room. Besides one person before me, I was the only one there. I might’ve been their last customer for the night.
no such thing as a wrong hole [MF] [anal] [oral] [anon]
You weren’t too tipsy yet. You’d only agreed to go to the bar with your girlfriends because it meant getting you out of the house for a bit. No plans to get smashed, but oh, that was changing quickly.
The anonymous man has his hand to the small of your back and the feeling of his warm touch seeping through your pencil skirt already has your clit at attention. Little tingles ping-pong through you, your cunt slippery with arousal.
Gently, you take him by the wrist. You lower his palm until he has a good handful of your left ass cheek and without hesitation, he squeezes. He steps closer to you, chuckles in your ear. “Naughty girl, aren’t we?” he husks.
“Yes, sir,” you answer honestly.
“Good. I like that.”
The walk to his place isn’t far. Only a couple blocks and then you’re at the steps of a nice looking brick-built apartment. His hand reluctantly slips away as he gets out his keys.
You’re glad you didn’t wear panties. The slick rub of your thighs only gets you hotter.
Vivian Tied – M/f – BDSM and mild humiliation
She’s tied to the bed in his hotel room. Blindfolded. Gagged with her own panties. Nude. And she’s so vividly aware that she has no excuses tonight. She can’t blame the alcohol, though it had been another strong drink. She can’t lie to herself that it was an accident, that she had been overwhelmed by his presence.
She could try to lie to herself, like the day before, that she hadn’t gone to meet him for this reason. That she hadn’t worn the sexy dress with its matching bra and panties like he had instructed to please him. She had no excuse. She had made the choice to meet him. The stranger. She had showered and shaved and dressed to please him, all the while thinking, imagining, touching herself lightly.
It had been such an easy choice to make. Too easy. This wasn’t like her. She should feel bad. She wasn’t the sort of woman to cheat. She had spent the day checking, and double checking, her own conscience. Barely a blip. The regret she felt wasn’t at her actions, but that she had been forced to seek this out.
Close Your Eyes [FM]
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“Just relax and close your eyes” he repeated.
And she did. He verified by looking over her shoulder. He was behind her. Came up behind her while she was doing something in the kitchen.His hands began massaging her shoulders. They were strong hands. And she cringed from his pressure at first so he adjusted.
“Nod your head if it feels good,” he said.
She nodded her head slowly then leaned her head forward relaxing more.Working the stress out of her shoulders he took his time. He worked the area to include the upper area of her arms. Even down her back a bit. And with the tips of his fingers, he worked the back of her neck. She was melting a bit against the counter when his hands reached up in her shirt and she tried to pull away.
“Just relax” his soft words came along with the warmness of his touch and she reluctantly gave in. Skin on skin he reached up inside her shirt to her shoulders and continued his massage. Using his fingers pushing in deeper into her shoulder blades. Then lower still. Quickly those fingers unhinged her bra. He felt her go rigid.
Jay and Durian – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]
Jay first contacted me after Jade a mutual friend had suggested we should meet. He was polite, almost seemed a little boring and very much to the point. We had barely exchanged 5 messages when he wrote:
>So Jade tells me you like to spend time in isolation as well as serve?
I’m not exactly prude, but given we both knew that we’d probably meet in real life, it was a bit more direct than I really hoped for. I usually liked to get to know my counterpart on a bit of a personal level first.
I put the chat on the back burner for a few days, but when the weekend arrived and I had some spare time, I decided to start a longer chat. After an hour of discussing our ideas, we decided to have a video call.
Jay had a friendly face, gentle mannerism and seemed to always smile in an endearing way. His blonde hair was neatly trimmed and structured in place with gel. His face was narrow as were his lips and his eyes never looked away from the screen when he was facing it.
“Female. My first post. Felt a little naughty”
Our favourite song going on in the background, room is filled with fragrance of flowers and incense, it’s all foggy.
I come out of shower in your favourite red saree, open wet hair, big red bindi and your are in just white dhoti, tied low.
You’re standing by the window looking up at the moon and I watch you turn as my anklets jingle. Your bare hairy chest making my heart beat beat faster, your veiny arms and muscular chest just making me want you more.
You look at me and gesture me to come near you, I tease you and saying no. You raise your eyebrows and call me again with ur index finger, I bite my lips and blow a kiss to you and say no, again.
You start chasing me, as if a tiger slowly gets close to its prey. I walk backwards smiling and biting my lips, playing with my pallu end. The ankelets jingling as I take a step back.