Category: eroticliterature

Jaime’s Mexican Siesta – Part IV (F-F, MFF threesome)

IV – The More, The Merrier

Jamie and Lisa made it a habit to meet up several times over the next few days.  It wasn’t all sex, they did make a point of doing some “normal” touristy excursions together to strengthen their new friendship – scuba diving in the ocean, a lengthy shopping excursion into town among them.  However, the outings ended generally the same way – sharing drinks, getting plastered, and then exploring each other’s bodies before each of them were left a quivering, cum drenched mess. Read more »

Jamie’s Mexican Siesta – Part III (F-F)

III – Soaking In The Mexican Sun With A New Friend

The trip to the airport and the events leading up to boarding the plane were generally uneventful.  Jamie met up with her family, gave everyone hugs, and feigned excitement to be spending the next week with these people she, somewhat unfortunately, had to call her own family.  They weren’t all bad, she shrugged to herself, she just wished she wasn’t going to be stuck with them for the whole time.  “I’ll have to make my own fun, at least for a little bit.” She promised to herself.

Boarding the flight, Jamie had to sit beside her brother and he, being the smug asshole he was, insisted he had the window seat just to be a pain in her ass.  Now she was stuck sitting in the seat next to the aisle.  “Great start” she mumbled to herself.  She settled in the best she could, at least as best as you can sitting in coach on a crowded airplane near the centre aisle.  People constantly reached over her to shove their carry-ons into the luggage compartment above her.  One “gentleman” even went so far to lean his somehow already sweaty, pungent chest into her and she gagged a little in her mouth.  “I’m so sorry!” he said, but all she could do was smile at him to accept his apology, if she opened her mouth she might have vomited.  Her brother watched the whole affair and made a point to make fun of her for it.  She shot him a stern glare and hit him, hard, in the chest.  Read more »

Jamie’s Mexican Siesta – Part II (Solo F, M-F gym fantasy)

II – One Last Solo Workout

“There!” Jamie said out loud, placing her hands on her hips, “that’s the last of it.” 

She had just finished her last-minute packing for the trip.  She was only going away for a week, “and it was with her family, UGH”, she cringed to herself, but still she hated packing.  So many agonizing decisions to make – wardrobe choices, whether things were going to be “appropriate” enough to wear in front of her family, and she wanted to leave some space to bring some tequila and maybe some other cool knick knacks back with her.  Oh, and she had to watch the weight too because the airlines charged an arm and a leg for being overweight now.  Decisions, decisions…

Jamie was by herself in her apartment.  Things were a disorganized mess, they always were after packing.  Her bed was strewn with all the articles that she couldn’t or decided she didn’t want to take along somewhere along the line.  Sun dresses, jean shorts, gym shorts, a couple of pairs of thong sandals, spaghetti string tops, leggings…on and on it went.  “I have too much shit” she scolded herself, “I’ll have to purge when I get back.” Read more »

Jamie’s Mexican Siesta Part I (F-F)

I – Preparation For Relaxation, With The Aid Of Some Helping Hands

Jamie impatiently tapped her pen on her desk.  This particular phone call was taking forever, and the asshole on the other end was just wasting her time.  She had quotas to meet, dammit, and this guy wouldn’t buy anything from her even if she offered to go down on him.  She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of going down on an old, gross man who likely was twice her weight.

It had been a generally frustrating day for her, unfortunately.  Lots of leads, but nothing real solid and, most disappointingly, nothing Jamie could bank on to meet the newly implemented sales targets from management.  It was also near the end of the day and she was more than ready to get the fuck out of dodge already. 

The blowhard on the phone finally stopped spewing meaningless niceties and Jamie hung up the phone.  She sighed heavily, a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation.  She hung her arms down by her sides and stretched out her legs.  She was feeling awful tense, which was the worst possible way to feel on the last day before vacation.  Read more »

The Last Sunset

You were the first person who ever understood me. You looked inside me right away. Saw my loneliness and filled it. Saw my pain and soothed it. Took me to places I had only imagined, and some I had never imagined.

You were so beautiful. Hair soft and thick, golden in sunlight. Copper highlights in sunset. A tangled and glorious mane early in the morning.

Eyes jade, and almond-shaped. Sensual. Serene. Ever seductive. Looking at me, into me, and through me; at times beyond me.

Such delicate shoulders and collarbones. The taut breasts of a young woman. Full, and swaying as you moved.

Slender waist and flat tummy. The full hips of a woman. Plush buttocks, silky smooth. Pink lips with a strip of tawny hair above them.

Off-the-shoulder black dresses and charcoal colored nylons held up by straps attached to a black garter belt. Braless nipples.

Sweater dresses with nothing underneath except tight leggings, teasing my imagination.

Form-fitting t-shirts with thin bras. Tight jeans and spiked heels that accentuated your back arch. Wearing a ponytail at times; hair coiffed with strands hanging down next to hoop earrings at other times. Read more »

[F with 305 M’s and 80 F’s] Beth wants you to touch yourself

[Welcome to the Meditation Centers of Roscoe Forthright](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/copy-of-welcome-from-bea)

The whole point of writing filthy stories is to get-off 385 joyful, expectant online readers, on any given day, worldwide. If you are a boy, I want you to slap that little fellow around! If you are a girl I want your fingers inside your wet, tingling pussy. Nothing could be more simple…. Except, many of you believe *you have heard it all before*, and nothing short of two trans-midgets, a St. Bernard drooling and a pygmy goat will sound new and original. That is where you are mistaken.

Consider humans in hot places before they discovered ice cubes, or medicine men before they learned to use ayahuasca. Nobody knows everything, no one has experienced all the available joys. I will tell you this: every single one of your orgasms can open your mind as wide as ayahuasca, without all the puking and shitting and nausea. Why put yourself through torture to attain new and desirable experiences? The same is true the complicated bondage and Dom forms of sexuality. Much can be accomplished with far less effort. The key is your own beautiful orgasmic imagination, combined with the innate biochemistry of your own mind and body. Read more »

Extra credit (m/f teacher fantasy)

I knew when I woke up this morning that this was my last chance. Some might say I intentionally answered several questions wrong on our last calculus test. It really doesn’t matter though. What matters is that my professor is willing to tutor me after class.

For class today, I wore a short skirt that fits tight around my ass and leaves only a little room for imagination. I wore a white lace thong and a loose low cut top with a zipper running from top to bottom in the front. I was already wet thinking about my extra credit opportunity later. I wondered if he any idea what I had in mind.

I’d noticed the way he looked at me before. If we’re being honest, I always reveal a little when I dress for my professor’s class. He’s recently divorced and I know he must be so lonely. When he teaches class, I can’t help but notice his dark brown eyes, defined biceps, and his bulge even when he’s not aroused. I want to make him aroused. Read more »

A submissive on my table. M/F

She was down on her back on my solid oak table.

Her hands tied in front of her, above her belly button. Her upper body held captive in a web of thin elastic rope.

Her breasts, were still glowing from the whipping before she was placed on the table. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold held in place by a soft rope. Another rope was twisted around her head to keep her mouth open. In her ears, headphones with loud classical music. Around her neck, a rope that felt tight whenever she moved, but it only felt tight.

She must have felt totally out of control.

Her body was nicely tied to the table to make her immobile. With her feet tied close to her head, every part of her was easily accessible. In her ass, I had a plug and was held by the elastic rope from her back, through her labia to her belly button. Vulnerable and exposed she lay waiting for what was to come. Read more »

Meeting your soulmate in the museum [fiction] [F POV] [F and M] [soulmate] [Music Included]

*Please have a moment to get inside the scenario by listening to the song On The Nature Of Daylight by Max Ritcher ([spotify link here](https://open.spotify.com/track/56oReVXIfUO9xkX7pHmEU0?si=UnV5oE6lR7yalwNHmwWVqg))
Thank you and enjoy*

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I was lost in my thoughts trying to replay how every brushstroke in the paiting I was seeing was made by the painter, picturing the way his hands moved, wondering.

*Was he gentle? Was he angry? Was he sad? Was he… in love?*

Everything seemed possible, it was such a magnificent piece and I was completely mesmerized by its beauty. I wanted to go back in time and meet the painter. That’s when I felt someone getting closer to me, I could feel him breathing against my neck.

I just stood still and he whispered:
“In each movement that I made with the brush, each brushstroke I did it thinking about how I would like to caress your skin if I had you in front of me. How I would gently touch your soft skin with the tips of my fingers, how I would make you shiver under my touch, and I know you can feel that, my love” Read more »

Fantasy of the bear next door and his new toy [f] [m] [toys] [dom/sub] [masturbation]

He told me about a new toy he got. It’s a pocket pussy that has suction. He told me when he used it the first time, he edged himself for 15 minutes. Now, that’s all I can think about…

I want to watch him edge himself over and over. Work that pussy nice and slow, up and down along his shaft. Watch his chest rise and fall, hear his breath catch as he gets close to release… but then stop because he knows I won’t let him. He knows what I want. He’s a good boy. My hands aren’t on him, but the look in my eye holds more power than my grip ever could. I want to see his jaw clench and temples pulse as he gets near but never quite gets his release… Read more »