Category: eroticliterature

Step Sister Corruption Part 136 – Day 76 S Night Pt 8 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

It’s official I have been around Summer for too long.

Why do I say that?

Because here I am wheeling and dealing with the least likely person I thought…..Brynn Braxter.

The question why I was wheeling and dealing with Brynn was because she in her infinite wisdom decided to push me towards fucking her.

All because Summer put her on the back burner for too long from my dick.

I looked at her and waited for my answer, “Well I’m waiting,” as my dick throbbed and pulsed from the blood stuck in it. My balls pulsed and throbbed from holding back it’s contents for far too long after being promised from unloading it’s contents into a waiting pussy one too many times but thanks to Brynn’s short sightedness she dosed me with something to keep my lust high and my tubes clogged from firing off.

Brynn opened her mouth, “I can convince mom to give you all money.”

I slowly shook my head, “That’s not enough.”

Brynn blinked. Though honestly offering money was nice though it did make me feel sleazy as a girl was offering me money from *my* services. Read more »

Sinful Sofia Part 4

I am 31 now, and can be called a later bloomer. I’m 5’6″, good looking and blessed with a 6.5″ dick which is has satisfied every girl, woman and milf I have ever fucked. I am half Muslim and half Hindu.

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o1tnfd/sinful_sofia_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3dtve/sinful_sofia_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 3 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3e2di/sinful_sofia_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Picking up from where we left off.

We took rest for a while and cuddled. I had never felt this loved and wanted. I thought this was it but boy I was wrong. She started smooching me after a while and went down on me. She was in control and wanted to have me again. I was not going to deny her.

We went in to 69 for some good 15-20 minutes and she got in positing for doggy. I held her waist and entered from behind. The foot of her bed had a mirror and we could our silhouettes in dark in the mirror. The streetlights made the room bright enough for us to make eye contact through our reflections on the mirror. I held her shoulders and railed her, then held her arm and fucked her. After a while She pushed me back on the bed and rode me reverse cowgirl. I had by now mastered her pussy’s map and reached over to her clitoris with my fingers. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part II)

“That damn Geist.” Charlie snorted as he slammed his fist against his desk.

The impact of his fist against his desk shuffled a stack of manila folders containing varying degrees of information for the cases he was working. The main case he was pursuing: trying to apprehend Antonio Geist, who was world reknown by his aliases Tony the Ghost and Mr. Specter.

Geist had first come upon Charlie Duran’s radar when Charlie was just at the height of his career as a District Attorney.

According to all of the information which the Bureau had on him which in itself was scarce; was that Antonio Geist had moved around a lot in his life and became involved in international operations involving underworld connections to build a criminal empire. Little to nothing was known about his childhood or background, but what they did have was his arrest record and a long list of pending charges that they were unable to pin on him because of little to no direct evidence leading directly to him.

Duran’s eyes scanned the contents of the folder briefly. Read more »

My Dark Hero: Final Parts [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Thirteen**

**Kincaid**

I woke up to a low hanging sun, blinding me through the window. Amy was next to me, still asleep. I didn’t want to wake her, although I was dying for a cup of coffee. So, I carefully lifted the sheet and rolled away.

But I wouldn’t be getting up for coffee.

My heart stopped as the smell of blood struck my nose. I didn’t move, hoping I was mistaken, only to see the white blanket had changed its color to a dark and soaking red.

Time froze, because I wasn’t ready for what came next. I was simply too scared to turn around. My body started shaking as the thoughts of Amy being gone became more realistic.

“You have to look sometime, Kincaid.” A husky voice said from the corner of the room.

It was Chamberlin.

“Go on. I’ll let you say your goodbyes, because I’m a nice guy. And you tell Jesus that when you get there.”

I had to make sure it was real. I had to turn around. Read more »

My Dark Hero: Part Twelve [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Twelve**

**Amy**

Without much care for my injury, I pushed Kincaid onto his back. Then I slowly mounted him, massaging his cock with my pussy as I got more comfortable. My moist lips rubbing the length of his muscle made it jolt successively every two or three seconds, and I could feel the distinct thumping against my clit.

Only minutes after he went outside to get firewood, a weird feeling rose inside me. It was angry and frustrated. It was so intense it made my stomach turn. And the only way I could think about making it better was to follow Kincaid outside…and fuck him. When he stepped back into the cabin the feeling overwhelmed every logical sense I had.

This is what I thought about as I gripped his enraged muscle and pulled down on the sensitive skin, paying attention to every curve and vein. His shaft was hot against my palm and my fingers barely managed to close around it. That feeling could only be subsided by Kincaid, which he was about to do. Read more »

My Dark Hero: Part Eleven [Romantic/erotica/fantasy]

**Chapter Eleven**

**Kincaid**

I couldn’t think of one person I could talk to without pre-screening my sentences. Every conversation had to be meticulously executed, from the words I said to how I said them. Nobody, at any point, was allowed to doubt that I was a cold-blooded maniac.

Unlike my fellow upper class criminals, I didn’t have an army following me around for protection. I did the grunt work myself, and Frank lightened the load. That’s it. I had many contacts and regular employees, but I always took care of business myself. The fact that I managed to survive so long created a stigma inside my unlawful circles, and it seemed like most of my enemies just eventually stopped trying to kill me.

But with Amy there was no pre-screening. My words were thoughtless and my spirit free. I was by no means tired of staying the phantom people made me out to be, but I ached for Amy’s respect, and love. And I wouldn’t get either with my asshole approach.

In the last few hours I went from being nothing to something, simply because she found some comfort in my arms. For the first time I did something that actually held meaning and purpose. But maybe it was too much, too fast. Read more »

I (22F) feel guilty about flirting with my friend’s husband (50sM) (True story)

I just really wanna fess up about it and can’t do it anywhere else…

I have a family friend that I’ve known for a few years. She lives 3 hours away with her husband and she only came down to visit us a few times a year, so I never actually met her husband until she invited me and my cousins up to spend the weekend at her house. I’d heard her talk about her husband plenty of times over the years. Well, long story short I didn’t expect her husband to be fucking hot

She’s not really the looker type. She’s just really skinny, doesn’t have much going on boobs/ass wise, never wears makeup, dresses kinda frumpy. I just didn’t expect her husband to be much of anything, but wow dude

Jesus fucking christ. She was talking to us in the kitchen and he came home from work and wow. Read more »

Crude Justice [Public Humiliation] [Water-sports] [Extreme degradation] [Non con] [Body writing]

Claras mouth gagged as the stench of Urine, alcohol, and smoke filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered as the 7 inch member lodged inside her throat refused to give way as her nose pressed against the pubic hair of a stranger she never met before.

This had been Claras life for the past 2 weeks. Two weeks since her life of luxury had been flipped upon its head and she became nothing more then a mere cum and piss dumpster for greasy old men in a shitty old bar.

Prior to this Clara was a Con artist, and a damn good one at that. She prided herself on her seduction skills and her ability to con any man out of each and every dollar in his pocket. Her most recent endeavor was spiking mens drinks at a local bar and bringing them back to hotels with her.

By the time they’d reach the hotel room they would pass out before even being able to take her top off. Clara would smile in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had. Read more »

Found you – CNC

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I could tell from how she writes and what she says that she would be the perfect rape victim. She was slutty and disgusting. She was insecure and ready to be used like a whore. It was a chance but I doubted she would call the police or even tell anyone. Her stories were enough to make it look like she wanted it anyway so saying something would just make her look dumb. Once I was intrigued, all I needed to do was find her. I thought it would be harder than it was. I finally found her after a few months, she had a personal tiktok and Instagram, so once I found those it was all uphill. I was surprised she wasn’t severely unattractive. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part I)

I’d be lying if I said that I trusted any of what Elena had said during our meeting, after all she was still my adversary’s wife. However, this was an opportunity that was far too good to pass up.

The bullet had gone into my left shoulder and richocheted off the bone. A .30 caliber cartridge.

A .30 caliber was what killed Benjamin ‘Bugsy’ Siegel back in the 1940s.

The grotesque looking scar was a sort of macabre parting gift courtesy of Charlie Duran.

Honestly, I was lucky to still be able to use my arm but I could remember ever so vividly just how and when it happened. It came flooding back to me in real time like some kind of on demand video playback. The sound of the rain combined with the hustle and bustle of city nightlife; the sound of cars dodging and darting through evening traffic and congestion of motorways. Then there were the lights. The bright lights of marquees. As I exited the doors of the theater, they made their move.

The lady friend admired my well tailored suit and was anticipating an evening with Antonio Geist; one of the most prominent names in local society. Read more »