Category: eroticliterature

Something in the forest

I had recently moved out of the city after being left my grandparents rather large country house. I guess they just wanted me to stay there while I was at university instead of paying for a flat for a few years. The trip to and from the city itself was long but I certainly didn’t mind free lodging, being a poor student and all. The house itself was very old, mostly made of old bricks and hardwood. It honestly seemed like something out of harry potter and I was extremely excited to see how I could decorate the place. Although I have to admit it was also pretty creepy, the thought of living there by myself didn’t seem amazing considering how big of a scaredy cat I am. The sprawling, ancient forest the surrounded the house on all sides certainly didn’t help. Little did I know at the time, but I was certainly not alone either. 

Moving in was pretty easy considering I only had the basic necessities and pretty much all my stuff fit into my chosen room. The place was left in disrepair but that was fine, it could be my project over summer while I waited for classes to start back up in the winter. The furniture was as old as the house plus the amount of dust I had found everywhere didn’t help with the “old and creepy” look. Whatever, it was free. Read more »

A [f]irst [college][teen][friends][masturbation]

At the corner of Valencia St. and 17th St., between the ice cream shop and the bookstore, a need to push a line, to experience more, seized me. A happy crowd of people shopping the windows filled the street, making their way here and there. And Amanda and I were moving with that crowd when a storefront called out, so I grabbed my best friend by the arm and pulled her into it. It was an adult store. In the corner the shop attendant, who must have been no older than twenty-five, laid down a box and glanced our way. Our eyes met. I froze. But Amanda smiled and politely nodded and soon the attendant responded in the same way. “Let me know if you need any help,” she said. She continued her task, and we ours. We had never been to a sex shop before, but before long curiosity with her well worn boots and sharp eyes knocked any discomfort aside. Read more »

Devoted Daughter and Sister: Part Two [Daddy/daughter/brother/incest]

I decide not to tell dad about the incident with Billy. But it doesn’t make things easier when my brother finally decides to come down to the kitchen.

“Where’s dad?”

“You just missed him.” I inform Billy and try to stay aloof. “One of his clients got arrested tonight, so he’s on his way to the police station.”

There’s no question that my brother still feels very self-conscious, hence the silence.

“And for what it’s worth, I just wanted to surprise you tonight.” I explain.

“It wasn’t your fault. I should’ve locked the door. But with you not around, nobody comes into my room.”

“Still, I should’ve knocked. Am I forgiven?”

Billy lets a soft smile crawl onto his lips. “Forgiven.” He never could stay mad at me too long.

“Now, can I get my hug?” I insist while stepping closer to him.

Within minutes, the tension is replaced with laughter and discussions about Europe. I tell Billy what I saw overseas, and he gives me the breakdown of what I missed at home. Apparently, I didn’t miss much. Read more »

Devoted Daughter and Sister: Part One [Daddy/daughter/brother/incest]

Before I drop my bags, I see daddy, sleeping on the couch. He didn’t expect me back so soon and I’m just in time for Christmas. My trip to Europe was supposed to be for a whole three month. But after the first two, I couldn’t enjoy anymore. No matter how fun my friends tried to make it. Because I know dad is not over mom yet. And it was hard enough getting on the plane in the first place. So, I guess since the start of the trip, I’ve been in a hurry to get back.

I mean, the way my mother left my dad is inexcusable. Not to mention my brother, who doesn’t need this drama right now. All the pressure he had this year to get into the best college has been more than enough, only to get struck down by her selfish needs.

They were close, my mother and brother. Unfortunately, they weren’t close enough to keep her around. Dad and Billy were always good to her. But she never appreciated them.

Not like I do. Read more »

[FMMMMMMM] Jizz. Jizz. Jizz. Beautiful Sacred Jizz!

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***Jizz, jizz, jizz, jizz, beautiful sacred jizz.***                     Master Roscoe allows us to use our naked, aroused sexual orgasms to worship the One-Ness.  To worship the Grand Articifer of the Universe, to worship the ancient gods, the Lords of the Watchtowers, in the East, in the South, in the West and in the North. We worship the Creator and the Elementals made by the Creator.

All this, we worship with sacred jizz and the holy vaginal fluid. The nectar of the lotus. The liquid light kisses the diamond wand, the diamond wand held tight in the sacramental chalice. The cock in the mouth, the cock in the vagina. The vagina puffy and wet, the cock tingling, spurting holy cream. Jizz, jizz, beautiful sacred jizz.

All this, we worship with sacred jizz and the holy vaginal fluid. The nectar of the lotus. The liquid light kisses the diamond wand, the diamond wand held tight in the sacramental chalice. The cock in the mouth, the cock in the vagina. The vagina puffy and wet, the cock tingling, spurting holy cream. Jizz, jizz, beautiful sacred jizz. Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 108 – Day 71 The Wicked Witch Pt 3: The Bitches Facade Cracks (fiction, M/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Summer*

I spoke, “So not all females are whores and sluts.”

Sabrina frowned, “Ok you made your point.” But she looked at me, “But I still say men are pigs.”

I lightly chuckled, “Ok I’ll give you that but not all of them.”

Sabrina grumbled, “The one’s I’ve met have been pigs.”

There we are there’s her problem.

I tried to test the water’s, “What if I were to introduce you to a guy who’ll focus on your pleasure and not his?”

Sabrina scoffed, “Yeah right. If a man existed he’d be already taken up.”

I picked up my tea and mused. I gave her a smile, “Oh I’m sure I can find one.”

I refrained from looking up at Gabe’s room already filling with idea’s for this poor girl.

Sabrina smirked, “I doubt that. Guys only want one thing.”

I looked at her, “And we girls don’t crave it as well.”

Sabrina actually blushed but promptly stated, “Well I don’t.”

I looked at her trying to not show her my wolf smile but I probably failed, “Ok miss virgin.”

Sabrina reddened, “I’m not a virgin.” Read more »

Blackmail 17 – Boss Date Pt 1 (F, blackmail, fiction)

My weekend was relatively quiet as after my last night at the strip club which I was still immensely happy rubbing Josef’s cum all over MY last payment to Stan.

If only my recording was really recording so I can keep it as a keep’s sake.

That memory will definitely be cherished for a long long time though I should have taken a shit on that fucker’s desk. Oh well can’t be helped.

As my weekend dwindled away with absolutely nothing to do I kept myself busy by heading to the gym more than once.

I may or may not have connected my new *boss* while I worked out with a private show but whoever my new *boss* was they never connected.

I was also bummed the entire weekend my *admirer*/*boss* hadn’t sent me any vibes or, and at the same time relieving and depressingly, any shocks.

What?

I don’t like the shocks….OK!!!

No really I don’t!!!

Just my body, for some odd reason, enjoyed it.

Maybe it was the power my *admirer* held over me is what got me off. Read more »

Can you imagine? You know who you are…..

Mimi and Michael had exchanged a few messages online – some texting, a few pictures, a few stories. It was pretty clear that they had much in common, and had a great connection. They were the same age, both married with kids, both had higher profile jobs, and both had long term dead bedrooms. They were frustrated, sometimes angry. They found in each other that burning fire they both craved. They each felt wanted, sexy, powerful, and it had been a LONG TIME since either felt that way. The learned quite a lot about each other very quickly and the chemistry was undeniable.

Michael had joked with Mimi that he would, pretty much any day, call out sick from work, drive the 3-4 hours to her area, meet her for like 30 minutes, then head back. Mimi brushed it off – after all, she was a beautiful woman and could have meaningless sexual encounters any day of the week. But the more she read his words, the more she thought about it. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe it would be a disaster. He has as much to lose as me, she thought, so I know he’d be discreet. Fuck it. I’m going to agree and see what happens. I’m worth it. Read more »

Show me your gun, Sir

Mimi woke up late, a quick shower and jump on the scale determined she was down 55 pounds. She decided today would be the day to celebrate with her skimpy work out clothes. She had been hiding her body for years due to her 16 year deadbedroom and failing marriage. She had a 20 minute commute to her gun introduction class, she was so nervous. Her mind drifted to the possibility of a room full of hot men , men that liked to hunt and had a rough edge to them, powerful strong men. Her anxiety started to kick in,” What are you doing ?” , she thought. She counterbalanced quickly with ,”Mimi, you want to be on your own , you need a gun to protect yourself, grow up and accept the reality of the times.” It was such a contrast to the loving sweet side , grass is always greener attitude she always embraced. If Covid taught her anything, the grass wasn’t greener and the 10 year dry spell without sex was taking a toll on her. Read more »

A Mom’s Unsent Letter to Her Son – Letter 2– [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18. My stories are intended for an adult audience and may contain offensive themes such as incest, dubcon and pet names.

I’d love to know what you think in the comments. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Enjoy! x

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My Dear Son,

I have to write about our “interaction” today. I can’t stop thinking about it.

I saw you working out in the garden. Seeing you without your t-shirt on in the summer heat had me all hot and bothered. The sweat dripping down your body is somewhat symbolic how wet my pussy was at the time. Even through my tight shorts, I felt an obvious dampness. My breathing was already heavy and quick and the only thing that I can think about is… is that I have to do *something* this time.

I changed out of my clothes and into my plain red bikini. I chose it because it’s a little too small, especially the bikini top. Whenever I walked in it, the jiggle of my boobs often caused my nipples to slip out. The bikini bottoms were also quite tight. If you were to look closely, you could see the outline of my labia and I loved how they curved around my firm, round ass. Read more »