Category: eroticliterature

Free Use Fantasy (part 3) [FM]

I cannot even begin to describe how well this week has gone so far. Putting myself out there for “free use” has been the single best sexual idea I’ve ever had. I’m almost constantly wet just thinking about how I’ve been fucked, and the thoughts of how I might yet be fucked before the week is done. Fuck. Me. Please!

Midway through the week, I decided to simplify the process. Yes, “free use” can be simplified more than I already had it. I mean, yeah, I have a roommate that’s out of town, and unlocked door, my address given to several hot guys in Tinder, and a wet pussy, ready and waiting for a nice, hard dick to go in it. Or my ass, or my mouth… dealer’s choice, really. I’m ready for any of it.

Anyway, back to the simplification. I decided to take out what little effort there was left, and took to wearing a generously short skirt and NOT wearing any panties. For the top, I either went with a cut off t-shirt that barely covered my tits (unless I raised my arms, then the shirt might as well not even be there) because, let’s face it, the sight of hard nipples through the fabric is hot as FUCK. Or a bikini top, or no top at all. I want the point to be absolutely clear when someone shows up: get your dick hard, pick a hole, and put it in. Read more »

Our little secret left me wanting more [FM][NSFW][Workplace]

I walked towards him slowly. It was only him and me left in the gloomy office room. I could nearly feel my heart jumping out of space when I kissed him the first time. He stopped me immediately: “You know that we can’t do this… It is just not right.”

I did not care as I was feeling very forward. I wore my favourite tight dress which was barely covering my ass with my stiletto heels. His eyes were curious and wandering around my body from my breasts to legs. “I can’t see why not? You know that I want you, and I know that you want me, as well.”

“You know that I am your boss, not to mention I am married! Even if I was single and you did not work for me, we still have so much of age difference…” While he was talking, I was getting wetter and wetter. I didn’t care about any of these things. If anything, the unreachableness was just turning me on more! Read more »

Haunted Hotel [MF, Supernatural, Fiction]

I always wanted to make a name for myself, so I did my best to stand out in the crowd however I could. From climbing the tallest tree in the park when I was a kid to skydiving fresh out of high school. I did everything I could to make a name for myself, even if no one asked me to. It’s why, like everyone else, I wanted to be famous. Nowadays, people could upload videos of just about anything and strike it rich. Pulling in new fame overnight suddenly became a reality, and I wanted that more than anything for myself. I honestly deserved it.

So, I took one of my lesser interests and tried turning it into something that could make me into a household name. Ghost hunting has always been popular; people claiming to see spirits and encountering monsters in shady out-of-the-way places. I started small with my channel at first. Visiting local haunts until I got myself a decent fanbase to support me. The old camera I used was quickly replaced with a shiny new one as soon I made enough to pay for it. I thanked them for backing my hard work; happy things were paying off, but I still needed something better. It’s not like I’m the only one out there trying to get footage of the things that go bump in the night. As much as I wanted to rest on my laurels, I know I can’t and turn to the internet for help. Read more »

Ashley and Mark, a Work From Home Saga – Part I (M-F, accidental flashing, mutual masturbation, work fantasy)

Part I – Just a Quick Call

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Ashley stared at the blinking cursor on her screen. She had to type out this meeting summary but she just wasn’t feeling it today. Working from home, while a blessing in many ways, was wearing on her. She missed the innocuous water cooler chats, the people who popped in to see how your day was going. She even missed her boss poking his head into her cubicle to give her a last minute, panicked analysis request because it just felt so…cold…receiving the same request over a video call. Above all else though, she missed Mark.

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Mark had started around the same time as Ashley, the only difference he was in sales and she was in admin. They had attended orientation together and immediately they clicked. Their chemistry was off the charts, and many people around the office referred to them as the work-couple-who-wasn’t-an-actual-couple-somehow. She always laughed it off and so did Mark to her knowledge, they were close friends but they worked to maintain at least what appeared to be a level of professionalism between them.

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“Shave and a Story”

Sammy spread his young legs. He found himself face up on the twin bed of a small monthly-rental hotel room in downtown Asheville. On the bed, at his waist, sat a sixty-ish thin effeminate man with a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor.

Sammy had seen this older queen around town – walking the streets with a feather boa and purple Chuck Taylors. He was stopping to talk to just about everybody. Though he floated down the street like a butterfly touching flowers, nothing about him said drugs or mental illness.

Now Sammy was alone with him, naked from the waist down, in a ten-by-twelve foot room on the third floor of the hotel. They’d officially met an hour ago, at a drum circle. He asked if young Sammy would join him at his room for lunch.

It was sunny outside, just after noon. The bed took up most of the room and was pushed up against the only window. No curtain or shade adorned the window. Like the twink’s cock, the window was naked.

Sammy was perched up on a pillow, and through the window, he could see the action and hear the sounds of the city below. The sunshine lit up the room completely, and cut a line across Sammy’s smooth midriff. Read more »

Distractions

We sit lazily on the couch, a blanket wrapped around us and the soft glow of the TV sitting on the other side of the room. What started as a weekly event to spend a few hours together after work turned into an almost daily interaction. We both needed to unwind most days, and often found ourselves drifting through various streaming queues looking for something to watch. We soon learned the lower number of stars the better, as we could spend as much time talking about our days as paying attention to the dreck that was unfolding in front of us without feeling as though we missed a crucial plot point.

Outside the rain came down in sheets, slamming into the window pane. Thunder rolled off in the distance, occasionally getting close enough to sound like more than a passing truck. We lived in an old house in an old neighborhood, modernized slightly with the addition of a screened in porch. The unfortunate downside to living in an old house with a lot of “character” was dealing with unreliable power. We knew it was only a matter of time before…

*Pop!* Read more »

Encounter at the Library (Fiction) – I’m just a hobby writer and never shared my work before so here we go. Hope you like it.

**Encounter at the LIbrary**

Rebecca Nelson considered herself to be the typical housewife. However, most people would say she was anything but typical. The people that knew her best would say that had ‘the girl next door’ looks, but the people who saw her out and about would say she was rather stunning. Though she tended to dress conservatively for most occasions, she had been known to turn heads when out dancing, or on a dinner date with her husband. In her younger days, she had a promising career as a ballet dancer until an ankle injury changed all of that. She never looked back though and quite enjoyed her life as a housewife. In her spare time, she still taught all manners of dance at a local dance school. While she enjoyed dancing and teaching others to dance, she also enjoyed the physical exercise and the effect it had on her body. Despite having two children, she was still very tone and the envy of the other soccer moms. Her husband was also quite fond of the benefits the hours of dance had on her body. He often joked that she had the hottest body that no one could see. Not being the jealous type, he spent many years trying to crack her out of her shell and show off her body more often. He would buy her outfits that she could never imagine wearing in public. Despite her looks, and knowing how attractive her body was to others, it just wasn’t in her diminutive nature. Rebecca was shy and very submissive by nature despite her attempts to be more aggressive. Most of the time she didn’t mind the way she was, but there were always those rare moments when she thought she should have said or done more. Read more »

[M/F] [Exhibition] Witching Hour Meeting

*Fuck, this is crazy.*

I walk along the sidewalk in front of your apartment buildings before cutting between them and heading up the grassy hilly in the distance. My path is lit only by the star filled sky, the moon absent from its usual place above. Cresting the hill, I’m met with a small, fenced in clearing where the communal pool and hot tub sit. The fence stands several feet above me, it’s hard, metal bars obstructing me from traveling further. I glance around, looking for you.

I catch motion out of the corner of my eye and begin hoping that it’s you I’m finally laying my eyes on. I’m definitely out of my comfort zone agreeing to meeting you this way, but I couldn’t say no. I physically couldn’t say no. I felt the words get trapped on my lips, and in that silence I agreed. But here I am, looking at a shadow and hoping it takes your tantalizing shape.

And thankfully, it does.

“Hey,” your voice pierces the darkness as you get closer to me. Your figure is slightly obscured by a hooded robe you have on. “Hope you I didn’t keep you waiting.” Read more »

The Office, Free-Use Sex Slave (Fiction) CH1

First fiction post ever! Non-fiction posts on my profile if this is of interest to you :)

The new CEO of Wapple, the world’s largest tech provider, was a man who was a bit different than others. He had a more modern way of thinking, and after graduating at the top of his class at Oxford, Wapple hired him immediately. In less than a month, Wapple’s revenue had tripled due to this man’s thinking.

But his advisers, and the team of executives were fed up with the amount of shit the new CEO had been making them do. It was a group of 20 people, 10 male, 10 female. All in their late 20’s and early 30’s and extremely attractive. So he decided to build another massive floor on top of the headquarters for just these 20 people and made it look like a house. The whole floor looked stunning but there was one bedroom that the new CEO kept locked. When asked about the bedroom, the CEO responded with, “Give me 3 months, and the final piece of the happiness puzzle will be added.” Read more »

Free Use Fantasy (part 2) [FMM]

“Chinese Finger Cuffs”

I was initially worried about this Tinder ad, but I guess part of the excitement and the rush from it was the unknown. I know I approved the ones that can come over, but the “when” and “how” is a complete mystery, and I love it!

The first to come over was the “shower man.” I never got a clear look at him, but he rocked my world in that shower. When he left, I cleaned up, threw on a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and laid down for a quick nap to recharge. I had just started to doze when I heard the apartment door open and close.

Slow footsteps made their way through the apartment and into my bedroom. I didn’t look to see who it was or what he looked like. I wanted the rush to keep going. I was already turned on, but when he put his hand on my ankle and let it slowly run up the length of my leg, stopping to grip my inner thigh, up the leg of my shorts, and ran his fingers up and down my pussy lips, I practically started dripping and almost came. I let a soft moan slip as he pulled his fingers away. Read more »