Category: eroticliterature

I met my boyfriend in college, and he was from the east coast (I’m from the west). He invited me home for our first Christmas together and I went because I’d never had a white Christmas before and it seemed really romantic.

I told him how nervous I was to meet his parents, and he reassured me that we’d barely see them. They’d asked him to have me sleep in one of the guest rooms, but he swore he could sneak in to fuck me without them knowing.

I was intimidated by their money and worried they’d think he was slumming it with me. I’ve learned that having a voluptuous figure means people assume about my sexuality a lot. One of my exes’ parents outright called me a “low-class little slut” when she thought I couldn’t hear.

But when we got there (we flew first class! and he apologized for not going private!) his parents were incredibly warm and welcoming. His mother didn’t look much older than me, and she had a similar figure so I felt more at ease. His dad looked like an older version of my boyfriend, with silver hair and a flashy smile. Read more »

Fucked my boyfriends dad while he was in the other room

So my boyfriend and I have been on bad terms and are on the verge of a break up. Our families have become very close, we own a house together, and there’s a lot of history. For those of you who follow me, you know the deal with Mr Garrison and I. Well….because of the imminent break up, my boyfriend decided to call his dad over to have a “talk” with me on whether or not I want to go through with a break up. I was in our guest room (where I have been staying) and Mr Garrison walked in closing and quietly locking the door behind him.

He smiled and said his son wanted us to talk…I wasn’t really in the mood at this point as his son and I had just been in an argument. I walked over to the door and attempted to unlock it when he grabbed my wrist firmly telling me I’m not going anywhere without a talk. He slowly let go of me and started unbuckling his pants. At this point I thought if I just made him cum real quick I can leave….I slowly grabbed his half hard cock and stroked it…his precum already making his tip wet. Garrison then started to rub my pussy through my leggings…it was starting to feel good, so I started to pull my leggings down. Read more »

Rita Joann was grieving the loss of her best friend and love of her life, Brandon. They had just purchased their dream home – a huge Victorian mansion and were just laying the plans for a full remodel when Brandon died. Rita vowed to restore the house in his honor to keep his memory alive since it was just as much his dream home as it was hers. As anyone remodeling an old house can tell you – start knocking down walls and strange things start to happen…..
It had been a year since Brandon died and I was finally starting to function again. I decided that today, the one-year anniversary of his passing, I would break ground on these renovations. Brandon would come back to haunt me if I didn’t start work on his dying wish for me. But I digress… let me tell you about this gorgeous house! This house is an exact replica of the house from Practical Magic with the warmth of the house from Charmed. I worked on the living room first because of a gorgeous fireplace that was the centerpiece of the room. When I redecorated, I went for a timeless feel that was a perfect balance between historical and modern. The historical society liked it so much that they want me to help some of their struggling clients with the same concept, but that’s another story.
So there I was after a ridiculous day at work watching Suicide Squad curled up on the couch with my favorite fuzzy blanket. A fire was lit in the fireplace, I was sipping on a warm mug of spiced (and spiked) cider and wearing my favorite Harley Quinn-esque fuzzy pink onesie. I was so relaxed and warm that I passed out right there and that’s when it happened – the craziest dream I’ve ever had that I’m still not entirely convinced wasn’t real.
The whole room was dark as the fire had gone out in fireplace and I realized that I couldn’t move or see. Then I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time – arousal. I don’t even think I’ve felt this aroused with my husband let alone anyone else. As I continue to come to come out of my sleepy haze, realize that I can’t move because I’m retrained and blind-folded by the softest of leather. I’m laying on silk sheets and can feel the satiny smoothness on my face from the blindfold. And then I feel a new sensation – coldness. It starts on my neck, goes to my collar bone, and then my nipples. I try to move my arms to remove the blindfold so I can see who is doing this to me and I feel a cold grip on my warm and hear a soft whisper saying “not now, baby girl, just relax”. The warmth of the room and the coldness of whoever is here with me is driving me wild and such a turn on. I feel the same intense coldness going up my thigh and to the mound between my legs. I moan softy and gently part my legs and release a giggle when this mysterious man says “that’s it baby girl”. He massages my clit in soft circles that become more and more aggressive before becoming gentle again. He leans in to kiss me and whispers “your warmth feels amazing, I can’t wait to continue exploring”. My legs are suddenly parted and I could swear I heard a low growl as he tastes my pussy. I moan with pleasure which makes him growl even louder. I never knew growling could be so enormously sexy! When I tell him I’m ready to cum he stops licking and playfully nips at my thighs which makes me growl and him giggle. He’s massaging my clit and biting his way up my stomach to my nipples when I felt it – a stiff rod of cold hard steel driving deep into me. I’m too distracted by pleasure to wonder how he’s so cold or to figure out what he’s fucking me with. We are both growling and thrusting while he’s kissing and nipping. Suddenly he growls in my ear “are you ready to cum babygirl? Make daddy proud?” I go with it and breathlessly respond with “yes please, daddy – make me cum”. With that he thrusts as deep as he can inside of me… faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I cum in a way I’ve never cum before. As I’m climaxing I feel him slow down his thrusting and savor each of my contractions. He says to me “that’s it – that’s my beautiful babygirl”. I’m so worn out from this fuck session that I fall into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I could vividly remember the dream but had another long day ahead of me so shook my head and got in the shower. As I’m shaving my legs I notice bite marks on my thighs and froze…… last night was a dream, wasn’t it?