He’s leaning casually against the boring whitewashed frame to my front door waiting for the expected after date kiss. Looking up at him, and the way his golden brown eyes glazed over slightly as his gaze lowered to the tasteful hint of my cleavage, I knew nothing in my expression promised anything expected. Slowly and deliberately stepping into him, I lean into his chest and press myself into him, grinding just a bit. His breath catches, and a small smile flickers across my lips. I like that, oh, yes, I like that quite a bit. Feeling a bit like the cat in a game of cat and mouse, I stand on tippy toes and give him a warm, open mouth kiss, moving my lips over his, savoring the way he seems surprised at the heat of the movements of my lips on his. Quickly, teasingly, I slip my tongue over his lips and coax his into a dance of heated swirls and gentle prods that makes me draw a breath hurriedly. I whisper into his mouth ” You wanna come up?”. I relax back onto my heels in time to see him nod yes, almost as if he can’t believe it. Grinning wickedly, I take his hand and after struggling with the keys for a moment in my excitement, the the key slides home, and I’m up my steps. Knowing he’s looking at my ass, though, I slow down. Just the thought of him staring at my ass make things low in my belly tighten in appreciation of what is to come. At the top of the stairs, I turn and stare down at him, watching his eye’s shift into that feral, almost wild look a man gets when he knows that you won’t say no. It wasn’t just that I wasn’t going to be saying no, though….. oh not that in the least. I lift my hands to his shoulders, and ask the all important question… ” Will you do exactly what I say?” And he nods, exactly like I knew he would….
Category: eroticliterature
The Rituals of Kundal (World-building) (Incest) (Mother-son) (Father-Daughter)
(All characters are 18+)
For every man and women in the tribe of Kundal the dawn of adulthood was a very special and sacred part of their lives.
For men, They would have to prove themselves at this age by facing the trials of the warrior. For those who returned from the trials victorious were granted the title of “Man”. Their bodies engraved with tattoos reflective of the traits they most prominently display.
Upon returning home they would arrive to a day of celebration, feasting and wine. At night however the mood would switch to a more serious tone as the rite of manhood was set to commence.
During this ritual the young mans mother would be prepared by the father, her body draped in jewels from head to toe as she is lead down to her sons tent via a golden lead on her hands and knees.
Upon entering the father would explain to the son the rights a man has over the world, this includes the women around him. He would hand over the lead from father to son before the leaving the tent.
Part 2: Deep throating a coworker {M 29/F 31}
Read Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n7vzdd/deep_throating_a_coworker_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
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Part 2:
{Little lengthy, but honestly stand by it – this was a great fucking night}
J holds my neck at just the right angle – I can take his whole length, and it feels amazing. He replaces his hand on my clit and starts rubbing fast. My hips buckle uncontrollably, as he drives deep into the back of my throat with his delicious cock. I feel my warm spit running down my neck. He gets a little excited, and thrust hard and fast. I gag and he pulls out, T*his must be his first deep throat-* I grab his shaft with both my hands and pull it back to my greedy mouth. Now I have more spit as I glide his full length down my throat, I reach around and grab his balls in my hands and start swirling. He is frozen, holding my neck so tenderly, as his eyes roll back, he thrust evenly and deeply into my mouth. *I can hardly wait to be filled by this cock.* Just as the thought crosses my mind he pulls his cock out of my mouth and walks away from the bed. He stares at me with that same intense look – like nothing can take him away from this moment, it is so hot and making me so wet being the center of his attention.
First try on Erotica ” Subs punishment “
It’s been days since you half touch yourself cause you know that body belongs to me your every pleasure belongs to me your every orgasm belongs to me still you decide to defy me as you took the bath Today as you took the shower your hands decided to reach between your legs just for a moment you retrieve your hand but you felt that in that moment your last orgasm
( Last orgasm ) you were teased for weeks not allowed to touch your self edged 2 times a day as you wake up and as you were about to sleep during last days you stopped wearing panties as you were getting so dripping wet that your panties become messy within hours . on the day you finally got an orgasm you were edged 3 times in the morning and gone to work with a butt plug in your ass .
The Business Deal – Part 1 – [MF] [MF] [Seduction][Cheating][Non-consensual consent][Swapping]
This is my first long story. It was experiment for someone and decided to post here to see reaction. This damn thing got way too long, I mean like, it’s over a hundred pages in my Google doc. It is more like a damn novella, but if it is well received I will post more and see where it goes. Thank you for reading.
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“I’m sorry, you…what?”
Ben was confused, shocked, and dizzy. He was trying to process what was happening and he wasn’t doing a very good job. When he had walked into his boss’s office a few minutes ago he thought it was to talk about a project. Instead, his boss had proposed something so outrageous that he was having trouble believing if it was real.
“I think it’s pretty straightforward,” his boss said.
He leaned back into his chair and regarded Ben in a cool and even gaze.
“I want to spend the weekend with your wife. In return, I will promote you and give you a bonus. I think that is pretty clear. Wouldn’t you agree?”
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The Nation of Samarasa Part 1
(This series I’m starting is purely fantasy. This is heavily geared towards porn addiction, edging and gooning primarily. This is my first shot at creative writing in erotica and I would love to get constructive criticism, feedback, ad any ideas you think I should add for further additions. Also its a bit long, and I have tried to be as descriptive as possible but room for improvement )
**The Nation of Samarasa Part 1**
“Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Captain speaking. It’s ughh 8:30AM right now in Samarasa. The temperature is about 75F, there should be no chance of rain today. We should be landing at Melody Breeze International Airport in about 15 minutes. I want to thank you all for flying Fantasy Airlines”
The loud announcement from the intercom awoke Joan Carter. As she still struggled to open her jet lagged eyes, she opened the window shade. As the bright sunlight stung her eyes, she saw the plane descending into the Samarasan capital of Orgasmia. Joan, a 26 year old graduate student, from Miami, Florida.She came to Samarasa to conduct research for her thesis on the Samarasans for her PhD dissertation in “The Anthropological Study of the Illusive Nation of Samara”. As the plane landed and began to make preparations for arrival, she wondered if the rumors about this country were true?
The lesbians and the lumberjack.
Kira and I are the most typical hiking lesbians. She has always been the lipstick lesbian and I have always been the outdoorsy lesbian. We have enjoyed camping and hiking for quite a while. But this recent trip went off the rails fairly quickly. Only a couple miles in I think we took a wrong turn. The trail slowly petered out and I was too prideful to turn around at first. It wasn’t until we were bushwhacking that I finally was humble enough to say that I think we were lost, but by that time we were REALLY lost.
My First clue was Kira. She started becoming really uneasy. I knew that she’s had some anxieties in the past and has always been nervous about camping. But I could tell she was ramping up towards a panic attack. I calmed her as best I could and told her that we would get right back on the trail in no time.
But that was two days ago.
Finally, after 48 long hours we found the road. We debated for probably half an hour to go left or right on the road. Knowing one will lead to civilization and one even further into the woods. But only as we approached a big log cabin did we realize we took the wrong turn.
Looking for female or non-binary erotica writers
Hi hi! I’m a NSFW artist focused on female pleasure and orgasm equality. We run a sex-positive patreon / Instagram and are looking for female or non-binary erotica writers who can focus on female gaze / female pleasure.
????We are looking for volunteer contributing writers who write female empowered or female focused pleasure erotica. You don’t have to be established, some fantastic writers always keep it secret but we’d love to give the opportunity to share! (And you can choose to stay anonymous too if you prefer)
We’re hoping to either have:
• someone write a scenario based on an image
• or we draw a scene based on their work
This would be for our patreon series as well as a brief image/example to tag we’d promote on social media.
If this sounds like you or want more info, please DM us and we’d love to chat about it / take a look at your work ? more info on our page too!
(Note: If you’re a fella that’s cool too! Just looking to empower women so we tend to to pick female / non binary folk first but feel free to apply!)
[MF] [Anal] A Good Morning
*This story is from only a few weeks ago. I am sure many of you have had mornings like this, and hopefully you’ll have many more. Is there any nicer way to start the day?*
I’m standing in a queue; I think it’s the post office, but I can’t be sure. Wherever it is I know there is something I must do but I can’t seem to focus. I see my old friend Jess from school a couple of places in front of me and call her name. She doesn’t hear me and then the next time I look she is John, but not John. I feel frustrated. I know its him, but the shape is wrong, taller, broader. I can’t focus on his face, but I can feel it is him. We are at a party, not-John and I. He is handing me a drink and the music is too loud, so we move to a sofa to have a seat, but the sofa is a bed and not-John is saying something that I can’t understand. I am happy. We lie beside each other whilst the other guests walk by oblivious, he touches me…
[FFFF & 10,000 Hetero Men] Roscoe Forthright’s Art Camp
[Art Camp](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/)
**We guarantee you have never seen anything like this before** ~~ hetero porn with philosophic social and political commentary! Everyone loves a good piece of ass, pretty girls having orgasms, and one older man **enjoying his freedom of expression**, his role as an indie filmmaker, unconstrained by any Pesky Rules about this or that kind of inappropriate behavior. If fact, Roscoe honestly points out: **Most of the rules we live by are bizarre propaganda** invented by someone to control the imaginations of millions of people. This feature film teases your mind as much as your cock.
**Fucking remains more popular than ever!** All the stories posted here, prove human imagination is alive and well. What is missing is an overall context, a coherent worldview based on observable reality, rather than this or that, political, social, religious or economic propaganda, usually designed to make us all obedient little economic slaves. The Master-Slave setup remains the most common social setup for governments, corporations and religions. Where you live makes little difference, except in your degree of enslavement.