Category: eroticliterature

Clementina, Part XIX [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, insects, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, incest(M/S), TTTTTFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, SEX WITH BUGS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 4. There is a lot of bug sex in this chapter. Be warned.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story…

This begins immediately after Part XVIII ends.

Thank you

Clementina, Part XIX
Chapter 4: Brood (continues) Read more »

Tw blood/knifeplay

You are needy, trying to rub yourself against me, whining and wanting to be fucked. But I’d tie you up, blindfolded. I’ll get a knife and a few ice cubes. I’ll trace both of them from your belly all the way to your tits, multiple times. Till you cant tell the difference. The ice probably burning your skin, or the sharp pain from the knife scraping your skin. You wont know the difference but it’ll hurt.
I’ll place the ice over your pussy and let melt from your heat, till your clit is sensitive and is hurting. While I poke your nipples with the knife. I’ll make small cuts around your nipples, just enough to hurt you and leave small drops of blood, before circling the ice around your nipples till it hurts but makes you feel good and even more needy. While I touch your little pussy with a knife. I’ll bite your lips and suck on them, I want to taste the blood off them before I lick your belly and your tits leaving trails of blood and spit. I’d want to carve “daddy’s whore on your thigh” and lick it before I spread your legs and shove my cock in your pussy, watching it stretch out making it hurt, princess.

What I Want You To Do (MF)

I’m going to go take a shower and I want you to use your toy on yourself while I’m gone. When I’m in the shower I think about your soft, freshly shaved pussy and it gets me hard. I think about you on the bed. I want you to be watching porn when I’m in the shower and getting yourself wet. I want you to take a while and find a good video that makes you hot. I’m going to take a while so that I know that you’re good and wet for me when I get out. I want you to be ready for my mouth. I want you to be laying down on the sex pillow wedge.

I’m going to come out of the shower naked and already hard. Im going to lay down in front of you and give you 100% of my attention and 100% of my mouth. Thinking about what it looks like is what really gets me hot. If we had a camera on the ceiling we could watch as I eat you like a five course meal, like my life depended on it. I’d love to see you from above all sprawled out, your hand on my head grinding my face to lick harder as I lap up your juices. Read more »

My Manageable Misunderstanding [MF] [Edited Pronouns to You/Your]

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 19+. This was exclusively written for adults by adults.

I was running, for my life as it felt. Adrenaline carrying me through the narrow cobblestone pathways in the quiet neighborhood west of the marketplace that this whole debacle originated. The early morning sun was already beginning to warm the back of my neck. The people chasing me, I could hear they weren’t letting up. I didn’t think their current disposition could be reasoned with even though I was not the one who stole jewelry from their market stall. Never the less, when one started chasing me with sword unsheathed a part of my brain, a primal side perhaps, took control and before I knew it I was already running through the crowds. Curse that part of me, now I look guilty. I couldn’t stop running. Read more »

My friend sissyfied me. [Femdom] [Sissification]

Here I’m sitting in Julie’s room doing some schoolwork with her. I have known Julie for years now, and we are basically best friends and do almost everything together. We are both 24 years old, she half a year younger than me. She is wearing black tight yoga pants and white t-shirt as she usually does when at home. One thing that she doesn’t know, is that I have always liked her bit more than just a friend. I like to watch her body, her breasts, and her butt whenever I can without getting caught. She is a pretty girl with blond hair and amazing body. I like to think that my looks are also at least above average.
“Are you listening at all?” Julie asks me suddenly. To be honest, I was again checking her out and fantasizing about her and couldn’t hear a word.
“Oh, sorry. I was in my thoughts. Could you repeat that?” I reply as I quickly move my eyes back on the computer screen instead of her.
“I said that we should take a break. I need to get some snack and go to bathroom,” Julie repeats to me, and I agree.
As soon as she leaves the room, I start to scan it, looking for something specific that I have done so many times before. I spot her laundry basket in the corner of the room and sneak there, listening if Julie is coming back yet. I can’t hear anything, so I start to rummage trough the laundry. I don’t need to do that for long. There you are, I think to myself as I find one pair of her pretty and most importantly, used, underpants. They are pink and have some pretty pictures printed on them. I lift them from the basket, turn them inside out and move them to my face.
I take a deep sniff. Her pants smell great, as always. I get the euphoric feeling from the smell and knowing that I’m doing something forbidden. I can feel myself getting hard.
“Hahaha” I suddenly hear a laugh behind my back. I quickly turn around and hide the pants behind my back. I feel my face getting red.
“I was just. I can explain.” I mutter as Julie looks directly at me from the door of the room.
“You were sniffing my pants, weren’t you?” she asks with a smirk on her face.
“You really think I have not noticed before? My pants going missing from the laundry or suddenly appearing on the top of the basket,” She continues. “I even kept those on for an extra day for you, you know?”
“You… you did?” Is the only thing I manage to mutter as a reply.
“I have also noticed how you look at me, stare at my ass and breasts when you think that I won’t notice. Well, I did,” Julie tells me.
“And since you are such a perv, I think I could use you for some fun, and if you don’t do exactly as I say, I will tell everyone about your little habits,” she continues. Only thing I manage to do is to stare at her and nod, my face still red from embarrassment. Read more »

A house party turned into a sex session for [M]yself and a [F]emale friend.

What’s better than a house party in your 30s? A house party with an 80s theme, that’s what! One of my female friends loves the 80s and since it was their birthday, she wanted her party to have an 80s theme.

Another of my closest friends offered to throw the party at her house, and that suited everyone just fine. This close friend, lets call her Josephine, is pretty much the core of our friends group. I think every group has one. They are that one person who bonds all the people together, and they are the one that you would probably pick to hang out with if you had to choose. They are the person that is the link to each and every other person in the group, and without them, your group would fall apart.

So the night of the party came around and we were meant to be dressed up in 80s garb and BYOB. I looked at my clothes in the closet and pulled out some flared jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball cap (put on backwards), and a pair of CAT boots.
I looked in the mirror, and thought to myself that it was more 90s, than 80s, but it’ll work. I stopped at a gas station on the way, grabbed a 24 case of Coors, and headed out to the party, looking to have a great time with my friends, get drunk and dance the night away. Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 135 – Day 76 S Night Pt 7 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I was at the point of no return after I had fucked Summer to where she needed some time to recuperate before she was ready to accept dick again.

I grabbed my favorite fucking device in the form of Kel and forced her down in the same position as Summer which she only complied as she smiled a wide smile before her face went down.

I pulled her panties aside to find her pussy was well passed wet and was simply drenched as her panties were soaked to the touch and her pussy simply leaking a fat blob of lubricant out into the floor.

No telling how long Kel had been like this but if I knew Kel, which I’d like to say I do, she had probably been slowly juicing ever since the slow fuck in the van.

I smiled at Kel and smacked her ass before I pressed my head onto her lips. Without much force my head slipped passed Kel’s lips and into her entrance eliciting a purr from Kel as she felt my dick slowly slide into her most snug confines. Read more »

Erotica Story – My Big Sister (part 1)

Courtesy of [StoryVa (Best Free Sex Stories)](https://storyva.com/) as the main source of the story.

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The early years of my adolescence had been painfully and regrettably uneventful. My natural curiosity, combined with raging hormones, had led me to learn everything I could about female anatomy and human sexuality. By the time I was 15, I considered myself a mini expert on the subject. Unfortunately, this expertise had come only from what I could read in books and see in magazines. To this point, the only experience my cock had seen was from my right hand. I wanted more, but really didn’t know how to get it.

It was about this time, I suppose, that I started to take a different kind of notice of my older sister. Monica is three years older than me, making her 18 at this time. The difference in our ages was not so big that we totally ignored each other, but we had never been what you would call, “close,” either. We acknowledged each other, but pretty much existed in separate worlds. Now, however, I had more reason to become more interested (those damn hormones!). Read more »

My First Maid Job Part 2 (FFM) (cheating)

After months of our usual routine – while the wife is away, making a mess, getting fucked by the husband – it was a regular Tuesday morning. The husband bent me over the desk in his study and parted my tight, throbbing pussy and pushed his hard cock into me. He thrusted, I moaned, you know, a typical fuck session for us.

The wife was overseas on a particularly long trip. “I have an idea,” he whispered coyly in my ear. “Follow me.” As he pulled out, he crouched down and flicked his tongue across my clit sending chills through my whole body. We ran up the long winding staircase to his bedroom. Inside, there was a large king sized bed. He took my hands and pulled me up onto it, lifting my shirt over me head and revealing my enormous tits. They began to jiggle, bouncing up and down as he penetrated me.

Suddenly, the front door clicked open. There were footsteps in the hallway, up the stairs, through the bedroom door and the wife walked in on us. At first, we were too busy fucking to notice. Read more »

Brother and sister end vacation with steamy anal action. SISTER’S FIRST ANAL FUCK

It had been a wild night, and morning, but with the coming of the sun, there also came the dread of facing up to what had just happened. I had fucked Alana, my own sister. I had cum on her face. We had pretended to be strangers, but the truth was never forgotten. These explicit details would stay in our memories for the rest of our lives, and I wasn’t sure we could handle it.

For my part, I had wanted this, even obsessed about it, for quite a while. And I knew Alana wanted this to some degree even before we got naked together. So separate, left to our own minds, we could survive this and move on, though to where was a mystery. Together, however, I didn’t know how we’d handle it. Our relationship with each other, which had always been the innocent brother/sister thing that everyone has, was permanently destroyed. How could we continue to see each other, both at work and at home, with the vivid memory of sex hanging over our heads?

Would it tear us apart, or bring us together? Read more »