Category: eroticliterature

The Beach Pt. 3

After yet another steamy shower, I tan back to my place to get changed for the evening. Ashley told me to dress casually and that this was another one of those “local” spots that not many knew about.

I made fairly quick work of it back at my place. Freshened up, enjoyed a beer on the deck, and then dressed myself for the evening. 4:45 PM. I’m a bit early. She said we could head out from her place around six. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the early company, I reasoned.

Back at her place, she answers the door wearing a thin bathrobe. I wasn’t really sure if it’s function, because there’s no way that little of fabric would dry your body or keep you warm, and there’s no way that as thin as it was, you’re keeping curious minds from wondering what’s underneath. It was all null and void as we walked back up to her bedroom and she let the robe fall to the floor. Walking slowly away from me, making sure my view was a good one, she said, “relax on the bed if you’d like; I’m almost finished getting ready.” She said. Read more »

[29F] A real life miracle

Imagine this.

Imagine that you’re part of a friend group, a very close friend group, of two guys and three girls. Now imagine you’ve been close friends for maybe 15 years, since early high school, and imagine that this is just an incredibly normal, though somewhat nerdy and academically successful, group of friends.

Imagine that you’re the shyest, nerdiest guy in the group, and naturally, you’ve grown up maybe fantasizing about any – or all – of the three girls in the group on and off over a long period of friendship. That would be natural, right?

Now imagine you’ve come to be in your late 20s, and you still haven’t had any sexual experience in your life. Every week, you still hang out with your close group of friends, get together and chat, maybe watch something, pretty consistently, every week.

Now imagine one week, you’re going over to one of their houses to do this again, just like you have every week for the last 10-15 years. Nothing at all is out of the ordinary. Read more »

Morning Shower (re-upload) [M/F]

The sound of the shower running wakes me up. I push the blanket off of me and get up, stretching my arms high in air, shaking off any lingering stiffness in my body. I turn my attention to the bathroom door, left ajar. I make my way inside to find steam rising from behind the shower curtain, and your towel hanging from the towel rack. I smile at the devilish idea forming in my head. I grab the shower curtain and pull it to the side, revealing you in all your glory. Slightly startled, your look of surprise quickly melts into a smile of relief. “You scared me there, dummy,” You tell me as you rub shampoo into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” I half-heartedly apologize, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“I’m sure I can think of something,” you answer coyly, running your hand down my arm. I take your touch as an invitation to enter the shower. The hot water hitting my body draws a sharp breath from my lungs as my body adjusts to the temperature. I hold my head under the running water to wet my hair, and in doing so our bodies touch. The feeling of your slippery skin rubbing against mine sends a pleasant sensation throughout my body, and in response I feel my heart rate quicken. Read more »

Last day with her [M32/F36]

As soon as I saw you that day, the dichotomy of your slightly tired eyes and that deep, youthful glow of your spirit shining through them… that peppy way you walk… your fit, shapely legs adorned by those dark leggings that perfectly accentuate your flawless curves… your white tank-top painted over your golden, lightly tanned skin… nipples clearly pushing out, even your defined abs subtly showing through…your tousled hair draped over your dainty neck and shoulders… toned arms, sexy veins running down your biceps and gently breaching at your forearms…

…and to tie it all together, your apparent naïveté of the seductive dance you were doing in this skintight outfit just by walking towards me. I immediately felt the sacral fire of intense desire burning inside me, and I knew I was going to have you again…

It didn’t take you long to realize what was going to happen, because I always made it obvious when I wanted you, and I didn’t stop until I had you, and had you again… and again (and you know our sexual chemistry is like a separate entity to which we both surrender together)… Read more »

The Colour Of The Night Is Green Pt. 2 [FM]

I suck on his tongue. Please cum inside me Daddy, I whisper. Please mark me, Daddy. He pulls me on top of him and kisses me deeply. Cum again and I’ll breed you, he says, and my whole body shivers. Fuck, I whisper. And on command I cum again. Daddy Daddy Daddy, I wail, I’m cumming Daddy. His cock unloads ropes and ropes of cum, slow fucking me, not stopping. He bites my lips. I belong to you Daddy, I tell him, and he cums again. Only you. He holds me close. My womb, he says. My pussy. My gorgeous flower.

I hold his face in my hands and we kiss again. Daddy you make me ache so much. His cock twitches inside me. I squeeze gently around him. Then he grabs me off the bed and presses me against the wall. Fuck, I moan. He starts fucking me hard and deep, biting my neck. Fuck yes, I moan louder. Mine, he says, mine. Yours, I answer, pushing back against him, as he fucks me rougher now, faster. Mark me, mark me, mark me, I chant, as I lose myself in the rhythm, lost in this moment. He pulls out and slides his cock in my ass and grabs my hair. Squirt on my cock. Now, he commands again, and I squirt, crying, making a mess, and he fucks me even harder. He wraps his hand around my throat and chokes me, his hard cock so very deep inside me. He spanks my ass again and again. Cum, he says, and I scream his name, cumming again. He spits on me then cums hard inside my ass as I feel tiny little aftershocks. We are both breathing hard, wet with sweat and cum and squirt and spit. Read more »

A reluctance tale down the rabbit hole chapter 2

I was sitting close to Big T while he drove us home. My head resting on his shoulder, and unbelievably, my right hand between his slightly parted thighs cradling his scrotum. His balls were very heavy in my small hand.

The fear and panic I’d experienced moments earlier had subsided into resignation and regret.

How could I have been so naive? I wondered over and over. Brandon, you’ve known him over a month and you knew darn well how much he has wanted you all this time. You knew he would do anything to have sex with you and how could you not see this coming?

The car slowed down then stopped at a red light.

He said, “Kiss me, boy!”

What could I do? I had no choice but to turn my face to his and kiss him full on the mouth.

When the light turned green he patted my head and said, “Brandy, don’t be so sad…I already gave you the greatest orgasm of your life and there will many, many more to come, so to speak, hahaha…” Read more »

Make the Rent, the Punishment Part 1 [Noncon, punishment, BDSM, MF]

I scraped my clothes on out of habit, still trembling from the way he had taken me. We’d been roommates for a couple months, never had much of a connection before and I didn’t know much about it. When I’d had to confess I couldn’t make the rent last month I had no clue how he’d react, but I never expected him to spot me – and I definitely didn’t expect he’d want this in return. Sex, maybe, that wasn’t so unusual. I thought, if he had asked to just fuck me like some bro I probably would have turned him down. I fingered the chain collar around my neck. This was different.

It didn’t help that he had fucked me so good but left me wanting more. I lingered by the couch, hoping he would appear and just take me like he had just before. Eventually I slunk to my bedroom and, unable to stand it, began to masturbate. The buzzing vibrator brought me to a nice little climax. After, I felt refreshed, a bit less overwhelmed.

In the kitchen, I was pouring myself some water when he walked by, stopped dead in his tracks and looked me down. Read more »

[MF][Vanilla] with a little spice / you scare me but that’s what I like. First person. Sex but no bouncing allowed. [written while sitting on the Pont Mirabeau drinking beer]

63 Seconds to Eternity

As I moved to light the last vanilla beeswax candle by the nightstand, I caught your reflection in the vanity mirror and paused for a moment to watch you, as you put your right foot up on the chair and were pulling the black thigh hose up your leg. I love those, I thought, the ones with the sparkly trim around the top – perfect for your legs. The shades had been drawn across the high windows, and the only light the candles on each night stand and the dresser on the other side of the black glass topped coffee table, flickering gently, and the vanity. The vanity lights surrounding the mirror, with the dimmer switch all the way down, cast just enough light to see your reflection as you were looking down at your leg, your delicate fingers arranging the top of your stocking neatly. You wore the black translucent body suit, the one I bought for you, with the black bow tie in back, securing the end of the pearl g-string that disappeared between your legs. I rarely tell you that you are beautiful, even though I think it all the time, but because I know how it bores you. You can see it clearly in my eyes when I look at you. Read more »

A sharp knife being held on your throat. Tw. Knife play

A sharp knife being held on your throat? While I finger you? Or maybe sliding that knife over your sensitive skin, circling it around your nipples, maybe pressing its edge over your tits, leaving a nice red crease, as i make your worthless pussy nice and wet.

You’ll feel its cold edge slowly going down your stomach, wanna see you feel scared of what I’m gonna do with it, the knife held to your face and smacking you with it, slightly hurting your lip.
I’d make you lick the edge of that knife before I spread your legs and move the knife up your thighs to your wet cunt. I’ll touch the pointy knife on your clit and slide the edge over your pussy and spread it open with the knife scraping your soft skin off a little you’ll feel your pussy burning.

I wanna see your legs tremble from pain when I rail your tight cunt, I want to see you in pain, princess.

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [NC], [MF]

PART 11

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They rode along in silence for a few miles. Vicki sat stone faced, staring straight ahead, not caring that she was still topless and not trying to cover herself. It would have been pointless anyway. Sitting with the seat back up again, and out on the interstate, no one could see her anyway except for the occasional semi truck that Earl made a point of riding beside for too long, giving the driver, if he bothered, a look at her tits. A time or two they layed on their air horn and gave a thumbs up. She didn’t care. Without turning her head, she spoke in an emotionless tone, “There’s some napkins in the pocket on the drivers door, would hand them to me please ?” Earl reached down, grabbed the napkins and handed them to her. Then taking a water bottle she poured water on several and started wiping the dried cum off her cheeks, then her tits. Earl glanced over at her as she finished and said “feel better now with that all cleaned up?” She didn’t answer or look his way. “You know, you really should try to be a little nicer, things would go a lot better for you, and who knows, you might just enjoy yourself,right?. And with that, Earl took his weathered, calloused, hand, placed it on her exposed thigh and gave it a little squeeze. He left his hand there as they drove along,lightly running his fingers up and down her inner thigh. It reminded Vicki of the first time he had groped her in her classroom. bony finger working back and forth up and down her ass crack..it gave her chills. Read more »