I pull up to my driveway. My car glimmering in the setting sun as the engine winds down. What a day at work it seemed anybody’s problems were solely mine. Letting out a sigh I approach the front door. Everything looks pristine in my perfect neighborhood. Manicured lawns and houses all in a row. Little would anyone know what’s behind my door. As I walk in the door the hard oak slab shut behind me. There you are resting on your calves your tight ass almost touching heels. Your legs spread with your red panties poking through your milky thighs. Your hands are resting face up on each smooth surface.. Your head is down, eye contact being strictly avoided. Your chest, barely covered by your bra and nighty. The rises and falls your breath occasionally catching in your throat. Seeing you there ready for me i barely retain control of myself. Setting down my briefcase with a clack I start to slowly walk around you for inspection. Assuming my intention your entire body tenses. You want to gaze up and tear my cloths off. You’ve been edging yourself all day by my direction. Every hour from the time you woke up you were to get yourself right to orgasm then stop. When ive done my full circle I notice a puddle of your sweet juices on the floor. A small smile twinges my lips. The first one ive had all day. I come around to your face and take your chin in the cup of my hands. I touch your plump lips to mine softly against mine. Not a full kiss but just enough to get a feel for the shapes of them when they part. As i pull away you lean toward the kiss yet remember yourself right before and resume your pose. Breath i whisper im your ear as you noticeably reorient yourself. Your barely covered chest rising with your breath. I run my fingers through your hair feeling the waves they make I take a handful and give just the smallest of tugs. You love you’re hair pulled letting out a moan to signal your pleasure. Get up I command. You rise gracefully and without hesitation. I can see you eyeing me with the question in your gaze. You may take off my cloths i state. With that you get to work on your labors. Unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom. As my shirt parts you see the prominent bulge under the slacks holding back your desire. Giving my belt a yank you pull my belt out of the loops in one fluid motion. Your ass still tingles from where I spanked you this morning. You trust that i have a fair yet firm hand. You done this time and time before in fact meeting me like this it is our ritual. I live to dominate and you to submit. With your labors done you move back into your standing position. “Wait for me in the bedroom” i command. i see you swing into the bedroom feet barely making a sound. Your thighs swishing from left to right just begging for my attention. I turn out the light as I follow and the door way is bathed in darkness once more. Yes it’s good to be your Master.
Category: eroticliterature
Personal Trainer
I was near the end of my three month VIP personal training regimen and was finally starting to feel human again after thirteen years of having kids, getting them to school, washing their clothes, making their meals and in general having very little time for myself.
After my second and final child I left all thoughts of my own career behind and let my husband be the bread winner for the family while I made sure that the kids that we decided to bring into the world turned out to be decent humans. I don’t regret it, but it’s not for everyone. So the youngest was finally in grade school and I had some time that I could actually call my own and after taking a deep breath and looking hard into the mirror I realized how focused I had been on other people and not my own health. I decided to take some of the money that I set aside for making improvements around the house and improve myself.
20[F4M] threesome
Hey! I wanna play as a journalist that’s covering a sport. Football, baseball, basketball soccer. Whatever it is. Pre production meeting, I meet with 2 athletes. Preferably at least one to be black. They’re older and professionals and I’m still in college. As they make these passes and hints I don’t stop them, it’s not often a college journalist student gets to interview pro athletes.
Kinks. I like dominant men.
I’m 5’5 b cup tits. Nice ass and legs. And In pretty good shape as I’m a dancer
Limits: non con, underage, scat, gore, femdom
Some erotic friend fiction I wrote for military girl. (FFFMM) (workplace) (coercion) (degradation) (long)
Inspection
Outwardly, you feel very put together today in your freshly pressed blues – your hair pulled back smoothly into a tight bun, face made up like a Saturday night on the St. Mary’s Strip , rather than for this unostentatious Friday morning. Yet you feel anxious and out of place. Nobody else is wearing them. Their drab uniforms of gray and olive make you a gleaming cornflower blooming over the ragweed. You asked when you first got in, “Did MSgt Miller tell you to wear blues today? No?” And still you haven’t seen him. ‘Strange,’ you say to yourself. He is usually among the first to greet you in the morning, and you can sometimes sense his glances from the opposite side hall. Usually, he makes his presence very known to you. You glance at the computer clock and see that it is nearly noon. ‘Even stranger,’ you begin to wonder, ‘he said just yesterday that he wanted to meet me in the conference room in 15 minutes, and that my blues better look perfect, but I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s in there now, meeting with the commander or someone else?’
Staying Employed, Part 12 (MF, Reluctance)
The following week Ballard took me on my hands and knees in his office. It was obvious he’d been looking forward to it, the way he mounted me and didn’t last long before I could feel him spilling his seed inside my pussy. I left his office fighting off tears without saying a word. It didn’t seem to matter to him.
The next time he had me come at the end of the day, and I entered his office to find him naked, waiting for me. With a gesture and a word, he had me strip out of my clothes. Ballard lay down on the ground in his birthday suit, and his cock was already hard. He was anticipating this, whatever it was going to be.
“Bring that pussy over here,” Ballard said with a small smile. I arched a brow, but he said “It’s mine now, remember?”
With a small shrug, I walked over to him, breasts jiggling, and straddled his face. His hands came up immediately to grab my ass, and his tongue darted out to touch my lips. My other lips. He slid his tongue the entire length of my slit, and I gave a small involuntary shudder. When he did it again, a tiny whimper passed my lips. Encouraged, Ballard licked my pussy up and down in long strokes, and before long I was wet despite my desire to leave.
My Wife Doesn’t Just Let Me Eat And Run [Breast Feeding] [M/F]
They had grown at least few sizes and left her skin taught and riddled with large veins. She produced, apparently, an abnormal amount and the build up would leave her groaning in the morning as she tossed in her sleep.
That’s how I woke most days, to the sweetly pained mutterings of a swollen-chested woman. I had her wear tight t-shirts with small cut-outs for her nipples. Of course this meant she leaked onto the bed but the easy access to her large oozing nubs more than made up for that. Now I could relive her as she slept so she could get rest I knew she so desperately needed. With some research we discovered that my feeding on her would drain nearly 700 calories due to just how much she would produce, and I always finished her to the last drop.
Chasing the Horizon 4 [M/F] [orgasm control] [anal] [toys]
Chasing the Horizon 3
Chasing the Horizon 3 [M/F] [orgasm control] from eroticliterature
Chasing the Horizon 2
Chasing the Horizon 1
She woke up this morning wondering what was in the black box… she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The curiosity that kills the cat, was making her very interested in the black box… the path not yet chosen, and wondering if he would be willing to share that with her today.
She walks into the office disappointed to see that he was not in yet. So she settled at her desk going about her morning routine, and waiting for him to arrive. She was turned in her chair facing away from his office on the phone. When she turned back around her heart filled with glee to see his office light on. Just as she was about to get up to go say good morning, she noticed the small black box on her desk. It wasn’t there a few minutes ago. “He was standing right next to my desk and I didn’t even notice?! He didn’t even say good morning!” she huffed in thoughts of disappointment. In her frustration with him, she failed to read the note attached the box.
The Queen’s Prime: A Naughty Fairy Tale – Part 1 of 3 [FF, incest (gm/gd), lesbian, humorous]
The suggestion for this story came from a redditor. I am not sure if I am doing their idea justice, but I am giving it a try. As much as I liked the idea I have had some trouble trying to bring it into reality.
Though I am taking a break from the Clementina storyline to turn out this three-parter, I will be returning to that horror series once this is done. There is so much more to write there. Clementina has become almost an obsession…
As always, I welcome your thoughts in the comments section. Though I don’t necessarily have the time to reply, I read every single posted comment.
Thank you for reading, and enjoy!
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The Queen’s Prime: A Naughty Fairy Tale
Part 1 of 3
ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a queen from a long line of queens who ruled over a large and prosperous queendom.
12.52 a.m. [just a lil’ note] [wanting]
I have some sort of pain but I pushed past it to masturbate because if I didn’t come around my dildo, I would have sent the text in my drafts:
*I just want to sit on your face—I can’t think of anything else x*
Mina and Dave [mF] [workplace] [intern]
Mina’s life lay in shatters and she didn’t even know why. It simply felt this way for her. All in all, she felt overemotional and yet empty. Everything touched her heart, made her feel vulnerable and weak, flooded with feelings. She had been carrying around this undefinable feeling for quite a long time now, not knowing its roots. And there was this strange humming deep down in the middle of her body. A vibration, a fluttering, deep down in her guts that constantly reminded her of her loneliness, her emptiness. Nobody seemed to click with her, seemed to really see her. Desperately Mina tried to remember when she had been touched the last time by somebody – anybody.
But one day, Dave entered her life. He was an intern. Young, fresh, a new face in the team. His energy and his youthfulness radiated out of his every pores. And he became the highlight of Mina’s days at work. His smile, his naivety, everything he did and said made her feel better. For the first time in a long period she felt seen, no longer walking the workplace like an invisible, empty shell. When Dave talked to her, he always showed authentic interest, meaning every word he said and listening carefully to everything she said. For Mina this felt as if the world had shifted a bit. Around him she didn’t only feel seen, but also *touched*. When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to see inside of her, touching her from the inside.