I am alone. Well, Gregory lives with me, but we don’t talk. It’s strange. I thought after a year of lockdown, he’d at least engage in casual kitchen conversation, but no. He works the night shift, taking phone calls for 24/7 tech support. At least, that’s what he was doing a year ago. It wasn’t overnight that we stopped talking. Gradually over the five years we’ve been married, we just lost the spark. It’s neither of our faults, or maybe it’s both. Either way, I’ve talked more with strangers on the street recently than I have with my husband and we all know how willing strangers are to stop and chat these days. I don’t tell you this for you to pity me. I don’t feel sorry for myself and so neither should you. I tell you this so that maybe you can understand why I did what I did.
Category: eroticliterature
The man with the big bulge
Emilie was 22 years old and she was considered a real beauty. She was the result of a blonde Danish mother having a one night stand with an African American soldier stationed in Germany. Long legs, milk chocolate skin and a slender body that was the result of an active lifestyle. Growing up as the lone child of a single mother, she had developed a strong personality, and she always knew what she wanted.
Her one weakness was sexual in nature. Emilie loved the idea of worshipping a big cock. She was proud in her relations with men, and would come out on top in discussions. She held all the feminist views, but at night she would have fantasies.
Going to the public swimming pool, Emilie enjoyed checking out men in Speedos, and gauging their package. She didn’t have a set time, it was always just when it suited her schedule, but then, one Monday morning she saw something extraordinary. She was a tall man in his forties, with broad shoulders and a bald head. And the bulge in his loose fitting boxers was something else. She came back again the next Monday, at 8am again, and he was also there again. This time in tight fitting Speedos, with the biggest bulge she had ever seen. She swam in the lane next to him, and felt excited just from being near him.
[FM and Archangel Azazel] “Paint a Pentacle on My Cockhead!”
He said to me: “Use your water-proof eyeliner, paint a pentacle on the swollen mushroom of my cockhead.”
“Why do you want me to do that?”
“We need to perform a magic ritual, to drawn up Demon Azazel, who was cast down in the desert, buried with hurled and pointed stones, and covered in Darkness, after he led the rebellious angel army, the Watchers of Heaven, **an*****d his mighty angels fucked the pretty Ethiopian girls as in the Book of Enoch***, after the girls gave birth to a race of giants. All this, we need again. We need giants instead of men.”
“What the hell are you talking about? “ I said. He said: “ I am talking about our current puny and pathetic world leaders, who wring their little hands, and push people around, and accomplish nothing good at all. You and I will perform a sex ritual, raise up Azazel, and the ***Angels will return to fuck human females of all nations. And we will then have some worthwhile world leaders***.”
“I am all for fucking,” I said, “But I have no idea what drugs you have ingested.”
Picture ID (Part 1) [FF] [M]
The sound was unmistakeable; the snap of credit cards on the table. Even over the din of the crowded coffee shop that quiet click of plastic on wood jolted her like a bird hitting the window. With lunch just past and the last of her Sr. Team meetings done, she’d been focused on consolidating ideas and actions. She looked up with an apologetic smile and scrambled to clear her loose papers and notes from the table.
A woman sat down in the chair opposite. With a frank, business like gesture, she pushed the card across the table through the gathered papers, one manicured nail drawing attention to a picture. A picture on a Driver’s license.
She instinctively glanced back and forth between license and… ‘Maira. Maira Kelson’. The license clearly belonged to the woman in front of her; ten years her junior, glossy black, shoulder length hair, smooth clear pale skin, brown eyes. Still off balance, she looked up from the card.
Her eyes now creased by a frank smile, Maira returned the gaze. The license picture failed completely to capture the darkness and the confident mind behind those eyes.
Behind Every Successful Man (Part II)
[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mty426/behind_every_successful_man_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
8. OLIVER
Well today is going great. First that dickhead Blake doesn’t come in to work, then my god damn smoke show of a wife Alice brings me lunch at the office! She can’t stay to eat it with me but she does give me a quick handy under my desk and catches my cum in her mouth. Jesus Christ, she fucks like a porn star. I’m a lucky man to be her one and only! Not to mention the lamb sandwich she made. Gourmet stuff right there. Almost as good as the handjob.
9. MR. JOHNSON
I don’t know who the fuck Blake Long thinks he is, standing me up for lunch. He was a fucking shoo-in for this promotion, but a man who can’t even show up for his own fucking interview is not fucking executive material. It wasn’t even really an interview, I was just going to take him for a congratulatory lunch and tell him the job was his. He was supposed to meet me in my office twenty fucking minutes ago and he’s not answering his cell phone. I called his home and his wife answered and she mouthed off about him being a prick. A man who can’t even keep his woman in line does not deserve to move up at this firm.
Heartwood Academy – A Connubial Celebration [FFutaF] [threesome] [romance] [throuple][story heavy] [part 7] [series]
Hi Heartwood fans! I’m really really really really sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Life happens. But this morning I woke up with our lovely main character on our mind, and decided that she needed a little love from her two new favorite women. As always, leave an upvote, come by and say hi ❤️
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“Good morning sleepyhead,” a whimsical voice called out in singsong. I felt a weighted figure plop onto the bed next to me and snuggle up close, the voice in question now giggling in my ear. “It’s a *very* special day.”
I groaned groggily, rolling over to face my new morning bedmate. The first thing I saw was the big, stupid grin on Amy’s face, her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail that fell over her shoulder. The second thing I noticed was the fuzzy hat she was wearing that said ‘Happy Birthday’, attached to her head with an elastic band that snaked under her chin. My eyes lingered on the multicolored candles that wiggled on top of Amy’s new headdress.
Mothership Wilderness Chapter 17 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
*I’ve written this story through chapter 20. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search my name on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
*Previous Chapters:*
[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eon791/mothership_wilderness_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f0ckuv/mothership_wilderness_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fgebpk/mothership_wilderness_chapter_4_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxvdol/mothership_wilderness_chapter_5_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gijpmt/mothership_wilderness_chapter_6_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hacfee/mothership_wilderness_chapter_7_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hunj1g/mothership_wilderness_chapter_8_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/icok2w/mothership_wilderness_chapter_9_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqtmns/mothership_wilderness_chapter_10_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jpbuy5/mothership_wilderness_chapter_11_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kd73gj/mothership_wilderness_chapter_12_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kqan9h/mothership_wilderness_chapter_13_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ldhx4a/mothership_wilderness_chapter_14_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m28i9f/mothership_wilderness_chapter_15_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 16](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mgj4nr/mothership_wilderness_chapter_16_mf_inc_cheat/)
Sleep wasn’t anywhere near. Maureen gave up trying, and rose from bed, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. She zipped into her uniform and wandered off into her ship. Everyone was asleep, even the robot had powered down as she walked by its bulk. By her estimate, they should have been over seven-hundred thousand miles away from the Errand by now. But they had stayed. She blinked and saw that she’d meandered from her own ship onto the cursed colony ship.
My Wife’s First Time With A Woman [FFM] [Fiction]
***Katie and I have become more adventurous and exploratory in the last couple of years. Recently, we started to explore an app called Feeld. Feeld is essentially Tinder for couples. Katie is quite shy and due to us both having professional careers, we’re concerned about our anonymity. We rarely get on the app and have only chatted with a one or two couples. That said, we have played together while looking at the app and talking about the various males, females and couples we could match with. The following story is a dream that I had last night about a woman we have seen on that app.***
We matched with Ellie on the Feeld app and hit it off right away. After a few days of chatting, Ellie joined Katie and I for wine at our house. We sat around, sipping and listening to records. Ellie was thick and curvy in all of the right places. She was Katie’s height, had short hair and a big gregarious and inviting smile. She wore a low cut sundress that showed off her large breasts. Katie specifically told me that she liked her for her curves; her large breasts and round ass. What drew us to Ellie was her profile pictures of her in a bikini, dancing and smiling on the beach. She seemed to have a carefree and happy spirit. Ellie’s profile also mentioned that she could be submissive with the right partners.
Are you a good boy? [FM] [Fiction, Femdom]
[ I don’t know where I was going with this, but I thought this was the perfect sub to share it in. Enjoy! ]
Part my lips with your warm wet tongue and remind me how much you love tasting my sweet pussy. I don’t want you wasting a drop of this divine nectar. Let my scent mark your face as a reminder of my territory. You are mine baby boy and I am your goddess.
Birthday Present [MMF/BI]
Before my 45th birthday, my wife of nearly 20 years asked me what I wanted. We were driving at the time, so I didn’t have to make eye contact with her. After some back and forth and some cajoling, I finally admitted I wanted to be with a man, to have that experience. She was understanding and maybe even a little aroused to know that my laces maybe weren’t as straight as she thought.
The drive was a long one and after leaving the subject, she came back to it, to see if she could figure out my “type.” Again, I was grateful to not have to make too much eye contact, but I was enjoying being honest about this. I did have a type, even a specific man in mind, and as I gradually painted the picture for her, my cock stiffened in my pants. This was turning me on in a huge way.
I’m 6′, 175 lbs and athletic. 7″ circumcised cock. I work out daily. My type, though, was somewhat different. As eliptically as I could, I described one of my wife’s coworkers, Tony: 35 YO, 5’7″, rolly-polly, Hawaiian-Filipino, gay man.