Category: eroticliterature

Feeding Time (BDSM) (MF)

Feeding Time

By Larry Kessler

Hole was on her knees, naked except for her collar and leash, in front of her Master, playing with his semi-hard cock in her mouth.  He sat on a couch in front of her, idly flipping through channels and eating a sandwich she had made for him.

    They often spent weekend afternoons like this, or at least Hole assumed Master’s presence during the day meant it was a weekend (her life since she had signed the contract with him caused days to blend together and Hole had  lost any real reason or ability to keep track of them.)  Master would lounge around as she serviced him with love and devotion.  Master had told Hole once why he enjoyed their current arrangement.

Hole’s continuous sucking of his cock kept her focused on her purpose in life and meant he could easily use her for an orgasm should he feel to.  His being only vaguely aware of her as he ate and watched TV emphasized that she was nothing but a pleasing possession of his that did not require any special attention. Read more »

Lust Experiment at the Gym (MF) (gym) (quickie)

After a long work day, Tim was hoping to get his stress and frustration out at the gym. He was so ready to sweat, he had to double back to the front desk guy who was handing out a new sports drink. The disinterested employee said, “boss said to give this out to everyone to try,” with a shrug. While changing, he tried the drink and was surprised to find he liked it.

Walking to his preferred treadmill for a warmup, his eyes fell on every girl he passed. Tim was aware the number of attractive girls at his gym usually, but suddenly his eyes felt magnetized to the tight work out clothes and tighter bodies. When he starting dreaming of licking beads of sweat of some bouncy tits, he shook his head to refocus on his work out.

Tim completed his warm up and retreated to a corner for his workout. During his sit ups, a gym regular, Misty, moved nearby for her leg work outs. She was always cute, but today, he was more aware of her body. Her fluorescent sports bra propping up her milk chocolate tits, and a luscious thighs straining in the workout, her juicy ass flexing in her short, tight shorts. She smirked at him over her shoulder while dipping to deep squats, eyeing below his waist. Read more »

I (20M) attempted to get a job as an Escort but ended up going down on both a guy and the Hiring Lady [MMF]

I’ve always been a horny guy; Women can be so damn gorgeous that its way too easy for my manlyhood to take over my body. I have a brazzers subscription, 2nd Instagram just for being a pervert, I have a vibrator and a VR headset for when I wanna bust one hell of a nut. Due to my perverted mind I’m also exceptionally good in bed, I get off to the special other having the time of her life so when I get under the sheets I definitely don’t hold back.

I work for the NHS and well… ‘rona hit so along with the mental toll, my personal life hasn’t been anywhere near as exciting as it was. At some point the thought crossed my mind to hire an escort to fill the void however after having a few conversations with the few people in my world I had became enlightened to the prospect of becoming the escort myself. Although I big myself up I was nowhere near the confidence levels it would take to be an escort, I’m quite timid so doing such a daring thing is very much out of my comfort zone but… My dick usually influences me and this time was no exception. Read more »

Fingers (romantic, female POV)

Your fingers start off in my hair behind my head as you guide my naked body onto the bed, crouched beside me, but not touching me. I close my eyes as they moved to the front of my face, across my temple, tracing my jawline. Your thumb lingers to massage my lips and I give it a suck.

You pull it away and continue sliding your fingers down my neck, softly, with just enough pressure so it didn’t tickle, but light enough to cause me to catch my breath. On to my collarbone, now, following the incline of my breast to the summit. You use your whole hand now to fondle one breast, then the other, lingering there to gently pinch each nipple before continuing on.

Down the underside of my breast to my taught stomach, fingers dancing over my skin, feeling my titillated breathing as I anticipate the path of your digits. You trace a ring around my navel, then head south, over the slight pouch housing my womb and into the soft hair of my mound. You send one finger in to glance my clit, causing me to gasp, but to my dismay, your hand moves on. Read more »

[F+F] Amareth Falls (Part 1) mc ds nc bd

**1 – Stranger in a Strange Land**

I awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling, and cursed. I suppose I may have simply deluded myself. I had hoped with the amount of effort I had put into my original disappearance that they wouldn’t find me. After all, I had spent over a year planning it out. Naturally, I started by faking my death in a spectacular, yet admittedly inordinate fashion by blowing up my ship, the Isekau. By the time the first recordings surfaced on every form of media imaginable, I was in for plastic surgery, the kind that every girl in the solar system indulged in. Well, every girl other than me.

I suppose losing your own ugly, scarred mug isn’t the end of the world, but damn it, it was almost worse than destroying the Isekau, my pride and joy. Not to mention the prized collection of scars I had accumulated tromping around the system.

I really thought it had worked, too. An entire year with her, of sleeping in the same place every night, of stability. Not having to check door seals for any flaws, where a little cloud of death could slip in. Read more »

The Wedding – Part 5 [MF] [Fiction]

You approach the room, and see that the door is slightly ajar, there is a post-it note pasted to it, and a scarf hanging on the handle. You can see that the DND sign is also already hanging there. “Place the scarf over your eyes, and come inside”. The scarf is opaque, so you can still make out some of the room, some shapes and you can see that room is lit with only candles. You can see Me there on the chair waiting for you, and you approach obediently, your face turned toward the floor. You know your place, and as you approach, you sit at My feet, curling your legs under yourself. I stroke your head and you moan softly. This is where you have wanted to be all evening. As much fun as the party was, you wanted to be here with your Master, your Owner, the man who makes you feel all of these wonderfully new sensations. Read more »

We Invite A Close Friend [MFF]

“I decided something,” my wife said, reaching across the table to take my hand. A beginning like that always sets off alarms in my head. This time turned out to be different, though. “If you want, you can ask Melinda if she wants to have a threesome with us.”

I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Melinda had been my friend before I met Sandy. Then she was our friend. We had all worked together. When Sandy decided she wanted us to be lovers, she asked about my feelings toward Melinda. I admitted to Sandy that I had entertained fantasies about Melinda, but that we were really just friends. I frankly told her that, since she is quite a bit younger than I, Mel didn’t consider me a valid sexual option.

Melinda had been out of town for a year when the above conversation took place. She was going to be back in town within a month. While she was gone she had become a certified massage therapist. My wife had been joking with me about how much I must be looking forward to having Melinda’s hands all over my naked body. The truth was that I had thought about it, but had almost reached the conclusion that I wouldn’t ask her to massage me. I was apprehensive that my former attraction to her would cause me to embarrass myself in the process. Read more »

“Daytime Delight” Lasso[M]50 Stranger[M]23

Lifting his eyes, Lasso stopped cold. Before him, a young man was laying flat – on his regular park bench. It was midday in Seattle, more specifically, midday above, and south of Seattle. This bench was set on a hill, high above the city. From here, both stadiums could be seen, as well as the Columbia Center – but not the Space Needle. The Needle was too far north.

On the bench laid a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in dirty steel-toed boots, dingy jeans, and a gray long-sleeved sweatshirt. On his head, the man had a black beanie-hat pulled down over his eyes and nose, leaving only his lips and clean-shaven chin exposed. His skin was dark, with an olive tone.

Italian? – Lasso wondered as he approached.

As he got close enough to see over the back of the bench, Lasso spied the man’s noticeably veiny hands at his own crotch. Out of the zipper-hole of the dirty jeans rose the most spectacular erection. Olive in color, like the man’s chin, the cock was similar to a perfectly vertical tower – with rays of sunshine, mixed with moving shade, washing over it. Read more »

[MF and sometimes MFFFFF!] Butt Plugs at Art Camp.

[Intro to the film, ART CAMP](https://sproutvideo.com/videos/ac9ddcb01a1fe4c625)

It should surprise no one. Anyone who has seen our videos, or read our commentaries could guess **Butt-Plug usage is raised to an art form** in the world of Roscoe Forthright.

He can go on for days about Spiritual Philosophy and One-ness. But in the end. It is the butts that seem to matter most. Whether he is spanking them, or inserting shiny butt-plugs. Roscoe Forthright finds Spiritual Enlightenment between the cheeks of friendly, young human females. His religion is predominantly heterosexual, though his philosophic ideas apply well within homosexual religious norms.

**And we must stress the Religious Importance of Spurting Cream.** (Homosexual boys will certainly be on-board with this idea.) Gushing his semen is as joyful for Roscoe as for any man, he simply adds an overlay of spirituality onto the happy event. We never see this in the ceremonies of the Catholic Church, the solemn rites of Judaism, nor the ecstatic Hymns of Praise in Islam. The closest modern religious practice to Roscoe’s religion are ecstatic Sufi songs and dances, a direct experience of God. That is in truth the way Roscoe looks at it. **The ecstatic joy of his best orgasms touching the One-ness, touching God.** Read more »

The Good Neighbor [MF] [Self- Meenie00]

Meenie and her husband had finally waved goodbye to the movers. They took a cheesy selfie of the two of them in front of their new house. From a distance Meenie heard a man call out, “Hey! Need help?” She turned and saw him for the first time. Their next door neighbor was a tall dark haired man with kind eyes. He held her phone and snapped a dozen photos of the two of them in front of their house.

Months passed, and they got to know each other better. Lawnmower not starting? Ask Greg next door. Need a plumber recommendation? Greg knows someone. Whats the best place to get a burger around here? Greg’s got the answer. He was a great guy, and Meenie and her husband both liked having such a helpful neighbor.

They decorated the room in their house as a nursery. Grays and neutrals. They didn’t want to assume any gender before they even had confirmation Meenie was pregnant. But she wasn’t getting pregnant. She was getting nervous. She finally managed to convince her husband to go to a fertility clinic with her. She was impatient. She was ready to be a mother – and for some reason it wasn’t happening. The doctor had been kind but the news had devastated her. Her husband had low sperm count. It might take a while to get her pregnant, but it was possible. Read more »