Category: eroticliterature

Kylie rested her head on Anthony’s shoulder as he held her hand on their flight.

“Are we going into the office when we get back?” Kylie asked. Anthony chuckled.

“It’s Saturday,” he said. Kylie groaned at her own forgetfulness. “It’s been a long week. I did want to stop there quickly before I brought you home.”

Kylie lifted her head and looked at him.

“I can take an uber or the train like I usually do,” Kylie said.

“Absolutely not,” Anthony said. He kissed her head. “It’s the least I can do.”

Kylie gave a small smile and snuggled into his shoulder again.

They grabbed a quick drive-thru lunch on their way to the office. Anthony went into his office to check the emails he had been neglecting and groaned when he came across one he felt needed his attention.

“Do you mind if we stay a little longer?” he asked. Kylie looked up from her phone.

“I really can just take the train home,” she said.

“No,” Anthony said. “I just need to address this email.”

“Yeah,” Kylie said and she got up. “I’ll just do some homework.” Read more »

This is the story of my failed catfishing attempt. It turned into a wonderful Dom/sub relationship… and I am more than happy it happened. This started out as a business between myself and the person in the photos/videos to make a little side money. I was the mind, she was the body… It worked very well! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the start of this story… I would love to continue it for anyone willing to read. (Posting the rest to my profile) We get pretty x-rated later down the line:)

This was all done over txt, so there are many spelling mistakes, I only changed any personal information we shared.

sub-R (Myself/the catfisher)

Dom-G (the man I catfished)

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Dom-G: can i ask you a serious question just quickly?

sub-R: Yes shoot

Dom-G: And i hope i dont offend or upset you with this, but you seem really into me, like really really into me. And i guess im just surprised, i dont feel like physically im anything special, especially for an 18 year old, so i dunno what my question is, but i guess i just want to make sure that this is 100% genuine. again, i dont want to upset you, im actually giddy talking to you, but part of me, my insecurities just makes me feel like its too good to be true? i hope you dont take offence to this. Read more »

We settle on the couch after you hit the lights and pick a movie. A bowl of popcorn is nestled between your crossed legs and your knee is over my thigh. Your short shorts have turned into underwear and your puffy nipples press against your tank top. I reach for handfuls of buttery kernels keeping my eyes on the screen, but you drop your legs, pushing the bowl forward as I extend my arm again and my hand ends up between your thighs.
You clench them then spread your legs slightly and I graze your lips as I slowly remove my hand. I alternate between popcorn and your pussy, making you guess what I’ll reach for next. I love listening to you pant. I can feel how swollen you’re getting.
I turn to you for the first time since we started the movie. My fingers are cupping you. I raise an eyebrow as I rub your pussy harder than before. You grab my wrist, pull your waistband away from your skin and slide my hand down your stomach. Your lips are puffy and your juice is already coating my fingers. My mouth waters. I run my other hand over your nipple on the way up. I gently curl my fingers around the side of your neck and touch your pulse, then I pull you close by the throat.
“What do you want?” I murmur in your ear.
You’ve already started grinding against my hand trying to get my fingers inside of you. I won’t move until you say the words.
“Say it or I’ll leave,” I whisper, licking the shell of your ear.
You’re desperate. You’re rubbing that hot, slick puss all over my fingers and pressing your fat clit into my hand, but I know how you want to cum. I start pulling my hand out.
“Let me cum on your fingers,” you whine.
Ahh, the magic words.
We kiss as I slide your shorts off and reach three fingers into that greedy, drooling pussy. Your head rolls back as I find your clit with my thumb and you play with your nipples. You know I love to watch you do that.
I tell you the dirty things you love to hear as we listen to your juices build up on my fingers between your moans. I push you to the edge then back down over and over again. You beg and plead and swear until I decide to give you what you want. You cum so hard your slit pushes my fingers out. I let you lick them as I kiss your face as your body spasms taper off.
The movie is over.
“Wanna get something to eat?” I ask.
Still panting a little, you start another move before pulling my shorts and underwear down, lying down on the couch and pulling my hips toward your face. You pause, start another movie, and then continue pulling me forward.
“Yes.”

I savour sitting on your hips, feeling my thighs against your own. Squeezing them tightly to your sides, knees to the dip of your waist. I’m wasted on the ocean waves of riding you, lifting and dropping as tenderly as my heart requires. My eyes keep slipping closed, trying to hone in on the slip of a vein as you drag down inside of me, the curve of your head as you burrow in tightly. There is no embarrassment in your eagerness because, goddamn, I’m as earnest as I’ve ever been.

I brush a curl out of your eyes; cradle your neck as you press your lips to my throat. Your fingers get tangled in my hair and you come unsheathed from me and I laugh, harder still when you steer me with your stolen hand underneath you, leaving me to slip you back inside. 

Some snide remark is cut off by your moan and I think, god, how lucky I am. 

You’re still nervous to hurt me, so I put a warm hand to your thigh and press enough for you to feel that I am grounded and I am safe. We are both safe here.  Read more »