Okay this is a part of a series of posts! My first big one for writing, so please let me know what you think, and do you want more?
Category: eroticliterature
Rebound [F] Part Two: [Texting] [BDSM] [Invitation to Meet]
Okay this is a part of a series of posts! My first big one for writing, so please let me know what you think, and do you want more?
I spent the last few days calming down my nerves. Working my day job in the office, feeling unwinded from the conversation we shared. They were good enough to not start making demands, but we took things slow. They asked about sending one photo a day of my face, nothing else, for them to see how I am doing. It was like SnapChat, just one sided from following instructions. They sent praises to me. Sometimes asked me requests of different hairstyles, even make-up. I did not mind, it’s not like the internet hasn’t got my face on it through all my social media platforms. I heard the usual chime from my phone, a quick glanced over at it, noticing the recent text they sent me. In what felt like an entire hour than a minute for me to register what they wrote — I am near your way this weekend. For a gathering. Are you interested in meeting in person? Butterflies rose inside. I asked what kind of gathering. In response to the type of people you could meet in Darkest Dreams but IRL. Real life, I wondered how that would go. I asked if my roommate could come to the gathering. Fear of beating alone with a stranger, yet they didn’t feel too much like a stranger. I am sure Ann could handle herself, it’s not like I did not see her in her underwear around the apartment. I watched the three dots waving as they wrote their reply: Sure. The more the merrier.
Rebound [F] Part One: [Texting] [BDSM] [Intro]
Okay this is a part of a series of posts! My first big one for writing, so please let me know what you think, and do you want more?
I sat on the armrest of the couch, sliding backwards to sink deep, lying on my back. Raised one arm across my eyes, hiding from the world. “Okay, so still in stage one of grieving over being dumped?” my bestie/roommate, Ann asked. I groaned in agreement and frustration. “Not so much as in stage one, but considering returning to it,” I mumbled. I hear the ruffle of the magazine once held by Ann’s hands now smacked down onto the coffee table. “Bad date, huh?” she asked. “Bad rebound. How the hell did I think fucking Tinder will fix my needs!” I rubbed my temples in frustration. The date was awful. Not only did the woman think she knew it all, she reminded me of my Ex. Kat and my relationship ended the awful reasons we would not click intimately. Fudge-fuckery, I cursed inwards. Ann took pity on me and offered to make some coffee to tide over the miserable mood I was in. I sat up in time to listen to Ann in the kitchen fixing the drinks. I browsed through my phone, checking any notifications. Between the last time I checked and now, one message caught my interest. Heat rising from what I thought was an area to never awaken so soon after being dumped.
The thin film
The thin film emerges from its wrapper and is unfolded into her mouth, dripping wet with saliva.
The thin film is pushed from her mouth onto his hard rod, where it tightens against him.
The thin film enters her again, this time her wetness is of a different flavor.
The thin film thrusts in and on. It stretches against the side of the woman and says tight against the man.
The thin film exits and enters the woman again. This time from a different direction, rotated.
The thin film is all that separates the man from the woman. It’s all that separates their bodies, their essence from being one.
The thin film tightens. It is pushed in and out and in and out. The film stretches. It bends. It twists and then
The thin film breaks. The man and the woman stop. They look at each other for a moment. The man and the woman continue. They are now one.
[FF] Succubus University
Violetta Perniciem Erebus Caenum Platina, Viola, woke up with light bags under her eyes with a start. She had just had a dream where she was made into a suckpet for one of her instructors at Succubus university. Her hand went down to her crotch and she could feel how absolutely drenched her panties had gotten. Yet despite the sexual excitement her body felt, her skin was drenched in a cold sweat from fear. The specific instructor Facinorious Metanoia Elysian Quaintrelle Quean, Mrs. Queen, was known for being particularly hard on her students. Viola had been picked on by her on more than one occasion. It even seemed Mrs. Queen had taken a liking to her. The thought made Viola tremble in fear and her pussy flood all at once. The reasonable side of her mind reminded her that being the favorite of someone that had the nickname “The Iron Bitch” was not a good thing at all. However the hidden masochistic side of her exulted in the idea of being played around with by The Iron Bitch. Surely she would give Viola delectable amounts of pain.
Viola struggled with these two conflicting feelings for a moment before deciding to simply get out of bed and clean herself off.
The Dominatrix Next Door
The Dominatrix Next Door: Breaking a slave
Eve loved watching the young studs of the neighborhood. There was something about a college man that drenched her panties. Young men are enthusiastic and quick to harden, whereas men her age are slow to start and care only for their needs, and after a few hookups at the local bar, Eve found that she needed a blank canvas to build into the perfect sex toy. During a walk of shame, she saw him Eric, the sexiest young man on the block, and couldn’t wait until he was hers.
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Hot Yoga [MF]
I started going to yoga after my long term girlfriend broke up with me. I needed something to heal my depression and anxiety and I also wanted to get my mind and body feeling good. Hot yoga provided me with much more than I expected including improved confidence and self esteem.
The room itself can be arousing. 15-20 half naked people sweating for an hour in many different revealing poses will do that. I never really tried to meet anyone at yoga since I was just working on myself. But after going consistently for 6 months, I was feeling good and confident. That’s when this brunette bombshell joined the studio and everything changed.
It was a late Friday night class and she walked into the lobby and I was instantly attracted. Her hair was curled and up in a pony tail and she was wearing a dark green sports bra with matching yoga pants. She looked like she was already in shape with her B cup breasts, slim tummy, and thick legs. I just wanted to grab a handful of her ass.
[M/F] Daddy Catches Me Humping My Pillow
I was in the living room watching tv, waiting for daddy to come home. He had a late workday, and I always waited, even if it meant staying up past my bedtime. I was super horny and dripping wet. It was hard to pay attention to the tv when I could barely sit still. I just wanted to touch myself. But daddy told me I was only allowed to touch myself when he said I could. But what could I do? He was at work, and I was home board. I couldn’t ask him or anything, he was busy! And it wouldn’t hurt if I disobeyed the rules once, would it?
I walked into our room and found a comfy place in bed. I slipped off my pants and panties. They were soaked. As I took them off, I saw strings coming from me. I grabbed the pillow that daddy slept on and slipped it between my legs. I started to rub myself on his pillow. It felt so good, and I was so desperate to touch my little pussy. The pillow already had a wet spot on it. Daddy was defiantly going to see that. I knew I was going to have to explain, and I might even get punished. Daddy wasn’t the kind of person to punish, but sometimes he did make me do embarrassing things. I imagined I was rubbing myself on daddy’s leg. Little moans started to slip from me. I wanted to be humping on daddy, making a mess on his leg. I wanted him to tell me how I was his dirty girl. I started to grind my pillow harder, I was so swollen, and my moans were getting louder.
A Piece of Our Dynamic [MF] [Rough] [BDSM] [Anal] [Oral]
You are exposed on your stomach, tied to the corners of the bed, ball-gagged and blindfolded. You hold in your right hand your red “safety” ball. He is kneeling between your spread legs, looking at your ass. He gently taps your tight hole with one finger. He pulls your cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing your ass. You can only moan and wiggle under his scrutiny.
Pinch! He’s clipping clothespins to your ample ass. The sensations sink in slowly. By the time the tenth clothespin is applied, the first few are starting to really dig in. He squeezes your ass, kneading your cheeks. A clip pops off, and you jump. He pushes your head into the pillow and tells you to hold still.
He applies clips to the tender folds of your labia, two or three on each side. He struggles to grab hold, as you are dripping wet. You are breathless. He adds a couple to your inner thighs. You cannot hold still. To call it pain doesn’t do it justice. It’s an intense sensation that makes everything else fade in the background.
Hot tub vacation adventures [MF] [Outdoor]
True depiction of some vacation fun my boyfriend and I have had this week on vacation:
She slipped into the hot tub shoulder deep, allowing the bubbles to envelope her. Laying back in the hot tub, her breasts floated and hard buds were slightly visible under her tight fitting top. Familiarly, she felt an ache in her slit. Trying to put it to the back of her mind, she tried to focus on the feeling of the jets running up her back and along her spine.
This proved rather difficult as she cracked an eye and looked over at her lover, who’s silky brown hair fell down past his sculpted jawline, sticking at the base of his neck. She followed the locks in a downward motion, until her eyes fell further to his shoulders. They were broad, and instantly in her mind she flashed to a scene in her mind where she gripped that shoulder and dug in desperately as he ravaged her. The ache between her thighs did anything but dissipate.