Chasing the Horizon 2 (M/F)

Chasing the Horizon 1

Chasing The Horizon #1 (M/F) from eroticliterature

Chasing the Horizon 2

Her nerves were firing all over her body. She gets tingly every time he walks by, if she catches him looking at her, or just seeing him walk into the office does it to her. She’s never been this electrified by another person. The intensity in his gaze, the dominance in his presence, the strength in his hands, the allure of his smile, the knowledge he carries whenever he is around her melts her resolve into a giddy school girl again. She gets nervous, fidgety, and loses focus; finding it hard to concentrate on anything else but him, his wants, and how she can fulfill his desires.

This cat and mouse game is keeping her on edge and a level of neediness she has never dealt with before. She has usually been the one on the controlling end. The one being pursued, so she was able to call the shots. She has never met anyone like him. He pursues her, but not with a reckless abandon. He desires her, but is not willing to cross a certain line. He commands her to do such debasing things with her body, but mostly without touching her, except that last time in his office bent over his desk. Mmm… such a yummy memory.

[F] Frankie Foster’s New Panties Part 2

“Just a sec!” Frankie instinctively yelled in response, immediately regretting letting Mac know she was behind the door.

“What is he doing here?” Frankie muttered to herself in her state of panic as she grabbed all of the various panties on her bed and hurriedly buried them under her pillow, her ass flashing the mirror briefly showing itself off in its tiny pseudo-cover.

Although she could not see it herself, her butt was all but bare. The blue G-string was practically invisible when she stood upright, and when she bent over it barely covered her womanhood and anus, allowing just the slightest hint of pink to show.

“Today of all days!” Frankie thought to herself, quickly pulling up her skirt as she kicked whatever lay on the floor under the bed, including her grey full back panties.

“Yeah?” Frankie finally asked as she pulled open the door to see the young boy standing there, her free hand still adjusting her skirt as she did so.

There at her bedroom door stood the short brown-haired child with his usual red shirt and backpack. He appeared to be holding something behind his back that Frankie couldn’t quite see.

[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part six

I look at Tabitha. She looks back at me pleadingly. For a moment, I feel pity for her. But I know that I cannot afford to show any weakness.

As I approach Tabitha, I see her quaking in fear. I cannot bring myself to meet her gaze. The nipple clamps hang, heavy, from her nipples. The weight of them must add to her suffering.

I take her right breast in my left hand and raise it slightly. I grasp the nipple clamp and slowly tighten first one wing nut and then the other. Tabitha screams and tries to pull away, but I have a firm grip on the clamp and she quickly realises that struggling only makes it even more painful, still. I see her agony and I cannot bring myself to complete a full half turn of the wing nuts, leaving them a little short of what I was instructed. I hope that Dr White does not notice.

Tabitha is crying and physically shaking as I move to the second clamp. I perform the same process on it.

Tabitha all but collapses and passes out as I tighten the second clamp. I catch her and prevent her from falling to the ground.

I’m cold cum warm me up[MF]

So I walk into your room and you’re sitting on the floor with only a sweatshirt on, you tell me your nipples are hard and your butt is cold and I should warm them up. I go over and sit next to you and you sit on my lap facing away from me. I put my hands under your shirt and on to your breasts and feel how hard your nipples really are. And start gently massaging your tits as we stay seated on the floor but I then start to get rough making you moan and wince in pain and pleasure. I start only focusing on your nipples keeping them between my pointer finger and thumb squeezing and twisting them making them even harder than before. One of my hands move down to your clit brushing over it gently making shivers go up your spine. My hand goes a little bit further down though and you feel two fingers go into your pussy which is so wet that when my fingers come out they are glazed in your juices all the way to the knuckles. I then go back to your clit and my fingers slid easily over it due to the wetness. I play with your clit with my soaked fingers for a while with you moaning deeply into my ear while my other hand works on your nipples which are now raw and sensitive

Online Boyfriend [Part 2]

He pushed me against the cold marble sink. My body was shaking, both from the excitement of what happened and what could happen…

“I need to wash my mouth,” I whispered. I was so shy even though I was still giddy from the experience. I can feel something throbbing between my legs and I swear he could feel it.

I turned around to face the mirror and wash. I opened the faucet and bent down a little.

Oh fuck.

I looked at the mirror and saw him behind me, staring at my ass. I felt him hands touch the side of it. Gently caressing.

I pretended not to notice and continued washing. When I was done, I straightened up and felt him so close behind me. His shaft was still hard, it was pressing against my back.

Don’t get me wrong. I was so aroused I could have given him everything then, but his girlfriend and my husband is outside and I couldn’t concentrate.

I turned around to face him. If a human could melt just by looking at someone, I could have melted then. He was staring at me, face flushed, his cock still out. So gloriously big and probably throbbing too.

Fuckgoat [Warcraft, Gangbang, Violent Non-con, Anal, Bestiality, Implied mention of watersports]

This little gem is the absolute oldest thing I have posted up anywhere online. Posted way back in 2009 but actually written in 2008. I figure if I post my oldest stuff first, then the quality should just get better and better each time right…right? *nervous writers collar pull*

Revans gazed at the landscape around him, the searing gorge was certainly a change from the frozen north. It felt like forever since he had last been on the southern continents. Though in truth Gold Company had only been in Northrend for a scant two months. He looked around at his companions, There was Gold Company’s captain, the merciless and cruel Death Knight Adaran, he had died once, returned as Forsaken, died again, and returned as a Death Knight, Revans was convinced nothing could ever really kill him. To his left road the jovial Tauren brothers Onawtaw and Kalgren, he knew that their usual silliness was a mask. When Gold Company worked, they were deadly serious. Bringing up the rear was one of newest members of the company, a blood elf girl named Rahavin who loved her knives, and using them, in a way most people would consider unhealthy.

Life Is What You Make It [F] [Transformation: Multiple Parts, Inanimate, Race Change] [Reality Shifts, Multiverse]

The post below is an intro I’ve used when starting a roleplay, or shared story writing. All of my posts (in my history) are really just the intro to a much longer story I could, and may, write. I’m posting here because: 1) hopefully it brightens someone’s day and 2) for feedback, thoughts, comments or whatever else in the off chance I decide to take a deeper plunge in writing (and publishing).

 

 

“Well Kim, it happened again. Another promising relationship down the drain by moving too fast”. A loud deep sigh escaped the long red haired woman currently laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. The room had been furnished for several years, and there were many eventful memories being there, but it was actually all brand new to the occupant. Long slender fingers pulled the red hair lying beside her up to a pair of deep green eyes. “I guess I’m half Irish now. Although a better use of time may be figuring out where am I, and who am I. Better yet, when am I?”

 

Story of how I (f23) want to lose my virginity- bred [CNC] [f/M] [Breeding]

This is my first post, so I hope it’s OK.

I’m a late bloomer by accident- not because of religion, unfortunate looks or personality (I’m pretty funny and smart and kind of dorky- but perhaps more importantly for you- I’ve been told I have nearly perfect proportions and a great smile)- I just found myself focusing on my career. Then covid happened, and feeling like the option to lose my virginity was taken from me has flicked a switch inside, and suddenly I’m DYING to be fucked. I’ve explored my kinks during quarantine and have realised how incredibly hot I find the idea of being bred. The more I think about it, the more my pussy does the thinking for me. It doesn’t really make sense to get knocked up at this point in my life… but the horniness is starting to be in control nowadays. The more that happens, the more I want control taken away from me- my CNC kink is emerging, too. My pussy is aching.

As soon as the pandemic ends, I want you to fuck me in all your animalistic glory and teach me exactly what sex truly is- about a strong man mounting me, breeding me, impregnating me and having me carry his child and his genes into the future.

A sharp tease experience M/F

 I decided to fulfill one of her darkest fantasies. I led her to a dark, dimly lit room. She meekly followed me inside and saw the table with restraints with a knife sticking straight up..

“Get on the table now!”

She quickly complied with my command. 

I slowly began to tie her limbs to each corner of the table.

Once properly secured and blinded, I began to sharpen my knife on my stone. I take my time so the suspense just builds from the silence but my knife sharpening.

 I hover over her and I carefully start to slowly cut the clothing off.

Starting with the outer layer, she feels the knife sliding against her skin. It’s cold, hard, and every once in a while she feels the sharp tip.

Once the top layer is removed, she is left bare besides just her underwear.

I can’t just be efficient here. I have to tease her. Will I be cutting this bra strap? Will it be the side of the panties?

It’ll have to wait. I might have dulled the blade too much. I may have to pause, leaving her close to naked and blind. Feeling the cold breeze kissing her exposed skin while she hears the grinding.

The next morning with Skyler [MF]

The morning after my night with Skyler, I woke up to find out that she was in the shower.
I heard her turn off the shower and within seconds I could hear her reach for the door to come out. She had no idea I’m in the room and in the mirror, I could see her wrapped in the towel. While she bent over to search for something on my dresser, I stepped behind her, lifted her towel, to have her amazing ass ready for me. It was obvious she was not wearing any panties so I couldn’t not try to tease her.

I slowly go down on my knees and start to trail kisses. All the way from Skyler’s ankle, to her calves, to her thighs and ending them just a little above her butt. I circle around her pussy, blowing in my warm moist breath and I sense her body warming up and her getting horny. I start to kiss her thigh, second by second, biting it, giving hickeys before I grab hold of her butt. I start to kiss Skyler’s ass cheeks, kissing them, biting them before I give a small kiss to her pussy.