Category: eroticliterature

My Muse [MF] [Sensual POV] [Seduction] [Making Art] [Gentle] [Clit] [Short]

He asked me if I ever paint in the nude.

Until his question, I hadn’t ever thought about doing it. But what an interesting experience it could be. He’s always been able to find something erotic in every piece I’ve shown him. Seeing past the paint and within my creation. Something of me that lingered. Something sexual I’ve left behind to quench his thirst as he drinks me down. Perhaps there’s nothing really there to ordinary eyes, but because it’s me, he searches for it. And when he points it out, it’s something we share every time we look at it again.

The next time I set up a canvas, he encourages me to make it two, side by side. The erotic journey would be to paint the first while I am pent up. Hungry and desperate for the release an orgasm can provide. The second would be the result piece as I climax leaving me satisfied. Such a delicious way to explore the experience, taking the eroticism of painting nude to a new level.

I mix and set up, then remove my clothes while he takes his voyeuristic role. Watching me as if it’s for the first time. Eager to uncover another facet of me and witness a new experience within my erotic journey he’s already shared countless times. Read more »

Slutty account of 46 Year Old Milf

Anshu read my stories and reached out to me to help publish her story. The below experience is Anshu’s account.

Hi you horny fuckers, this is Anshu. I’m 46 years old now and my body type is like Cory Chase and I look like the innocent aunt next door. But let me be clear, beneath my innocent face I’m an insatiable whore. I’m bloody sure that if I’m alone in a room with a man and if he initiates sex, I will spread my legs. I am that easy to fuck. I am desperate for sex and any time with anyone. I go looking for new dicks every Friday night at clubs and lounges and make sure I get treated like a whore and a slut that I am over the weekend.

I have lost count as to how many men I have fucked and how many dicks have filled my holes over the last 13 years. I am married to a Merchant Navy so you can understand why I’m such a whore. I’m sure my husband fucks whores overseas too so I decided not to be a stupid bitch and deprive myself. We have a son who is in a leading technology college now. Read more »

my beautiful dark twisted fantasy (f20) (ddlg)

i’ve always loved the thought of getting fucked by an older man, ever since i was younger i remember being attracted to the businessmen at my moms office job. my mind never went too far but i definitely remember being attracted to them quite a bit. now that i’m older i feel like the attraction for older men only grew. the feeling of being dominated by a strong older man always makes me soaked, getting called a little girl and being treated like one is so hot to me. Being told i’m too little and silly to touch myself and daddy doing it for me. My favorite fantasy i have is not knowing what genitals are or what they do and daddy being kind enough to show me his grown man daddy parts and him showing me where my little princess parts are and us exploring them together, me realizing it feels good when daddy touches it opposed to me, and then wanting to have daddy touch my princess area all the time. it turns me on so much thinking about daddy squeezing his thick rod into my tiny young pussy, shushing me as he penetrates his little princess. hot tears running down my cheeks as i clench around daddy, feeling his daddy parts in my tummy as im sat on his lap, sucking on daddy’s thumb he put in my mouth to shush me while he enjoys my innocence. i love when daddy enjoys me like this, while i whine and cry on his lap from the overwhelming feeling of being full. he once again tells me to shh and kisses my cheek, promising me ice cream after if i remain a good girl for him. and i always do, i’m always a good little girl for daddy.

Intimacy [D/s]

She was kneeling in his living room. Her back was turned to the couch on which he was sitting. Her hands were still placed behind her head while she held up her hair and exposed her neck.

“Do you want me to take the lead?”

Several emotions raged in her head. A sassy answer, a polite one. It made no difference. The main thing was that he would finally do it. The role of the provocateur or the role of the submissive. Both were acceptable to her in order to get what she wanted. She decided for a simple “Yes Sir”, whose intonation revealed both motivations.

He exhaled and stood up. Carefully, he positioned himself behind her. She felt his closeness and her heart raced. Gently he guided the collar to her neck. As the leather wrapped around her neck, their eyes met in the reflection of the large windows. They seemed like a portal to a parallel world, which collided with theirs. He paused with his movement and looked at their reflection.

“Any second thoughts?”

“No sir.” Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 132 – Day 76 S Night Pt 4 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

We exited the elevator as each of us waited for the elevator to get to the floor that we were supposed to be on which was the 11th floor where the party was being held.

Apparently the party would be held on the 9th, 10th, and 11th floor instead of all over the grounds of the mini city but due to the unusual weather, hahaha unusual my ass.  Everyone knows that roughly the beginning of October every year is when the weather gets cold and just steadily goes down as each day passes and snows off and on until mid November as our location turns into a winter wonderland until roughly March if not later.

But due to the weather they had set up everything on the three floors.

We exited onto the 11th floor and the Braxter’s started talking about Muschi as we entered the main floor for the party and us four stopped dead in our tracks as our senses were invaded by the sensory overload.

I guess I should explain as it wasn’t much of a *Halloween* party but more of a *adult* festival.  A festival that **I** was WAY overdressed and the **girls** meaning Morgan, Kel and Summer were barely over dressed. Read more »

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

**Chapter Six**

**Amy**

Neither of us said a word in the car. After demanding I get in, and helping me get fired, there was no way in hell the conversation would be flowing from my side. I just stared out the passenger window, totally detached.

Keeping to the speed limit, Kincaid took me further than the restaurant where I didn’t work anymore. The radio was playing softly in the background, while the purring engine and the lights of the city lullabied me into a type of trance state. It felt like I was on some kind of drug, consisting of childhood hopelessness and acid. When the shiny Mustang finally came to a stop in front of a restaurant I never knew existed, the drug began to wear off.

A valet approached my door, but Kincaid signaled him to back off.

“If you drive with me then I open your door. It’s a safety precaution.”

It seemed like the trip hypnotized Kincaid as well, because he sounded different – more respectful, if that was even possible. Read more »

Part 2

The only reason the story came up is because once back when I was in middle school with two close friends we all asked if we lost are v card in which I told them that story and they gave each other a weird look as if they knew something I didn’t which they proceeded to say that I was raped now if I was I don’t really care I don’t have a grudge or anything because me and her were very close and it doesn’t bother me except I kinda like when females take control in bed so I kinda got a kink out of it lmao but yeah that’s what happened I would just like to know what you guys think and answer any questions since I can’t ask anyone else but yeah I’m not angry and don’t care abt it it’s just on my mind me n her were very close like I’ve even seen her photos of herself when we got older but one day I’ll ask her if she remembers but it’s just weird to ask someone if they remember doing that too you since we were young I just have a fear she doesn’t n will make me feel weird Bc I remember but she doesn’t but also she might say she doesn’t just to save herself but yeah that’s why I’m telling you guys

Is this technically rape/incest

Ok so before I start this story off this is non fiction and just a confession so it’s a true story and I will be telling every detail just so people don’t try and say it’s fake or made up so for 1 the only reason I’m telling this is to hear other peoples perspective on it because I can’t really ask anyone else because it’s a close family member that did it to me and I don’t want the family to find out Read more »

Talk To Me In Shivers [FM][Vanilla][Cozy]

Tell me where these shivers’ trail
Will lead my finger tips
Where do I end up if I fail
To stop myself and slip?

Will they move up to your neck
Or follow down your spine?
Will they make you arch your back
Or lock your wrists behind?

From your goosebumped skin I learn
Where you want my fingers next
And if you want me to return
Just send me a late night text

Flight Home [FM]

I finally made it through security and was hoping to enjoy a few unhurried minutes in one of the coffee shops—no such luck. Evidently, everyone was leaving New York that weary Wednesday morning, and the extra-long lines to check-in had left me only a few minutes to run to the bathroom. I thought I was saving time by not checking any baggage, but rolling my little bumper sticker covered up pride didn’t help me much as I made my Olympic jaunt to boarding. I made it, and just as I sat down, I heard, Good morning, we will now begin boarding for flight 2167 nonstop service to Atlanta; I laughed; I would barely have time to catch my breath. I was flying coach, of course, and my zone was boarding first. I like boarding first and exiting last.

It meant I had to squeeze down the aisles between hardly any people. While I loved to fly. I hated the swarms of people here and there, and especially in the tight confines of the plane. So I boarded and found my seat in the very last row. I wondered if anyone had bought the seat next to mine. The plane was full of what I call stuffy men in suits and a few other tourists. Read more »