Category: eroticliterature

Once upon a time there was a local peasant boy that had a once in lifetime experience, a date with the royal left foot. But how did that come to be? Well it all began a week prior..

The personal peasant slave weenie extraordinaire of castle Gorgeous was assisting the mistress of the manor. Queen Princess Gorgeous was preparing the Valentine’s Day glamour for the ugly subpar women whom the peasant inhabitants have to settle for. In order for each glamour to transform the slugs into slugs with glitter splashed all over their faces, she had to give each vial some breath of life. Then they would be distributed to the town shops.

The Princess Queen Gorgeous decided to give the most potent extra concentrated breaths that she can give. And so she had her personal little weenie peasant helper hold each finished vial, pressing firmly to royal gorgeous hindquarters. She expunged the vibrant breath of life wind into each vial, and the weenie helper would seal it quickly with the top. They worked on it for a few days. However in the middle of the week, there was the incident in the castle that sparked it all.. The peasant helper sat in a tiny chair, dwarfed by the double barrel shotgun wide bodacious gorgeous derriere. Read more »

(Hi, f20, my name is rachel. This is my first gore story, hope you enjoy, its also a bit shorter than what I usually write, the next installment should be longer. Also i have no real medical knowledge so sorry if anything is too inaccurate. Hope you enjoy.)

I sat there looking at anne. Anne was my student at college. She said she’d do anything to change her grade to an A. I had agreed to that offer but I imagine what im about to do to her is worse than what she had meant by anything. I was a tall, strong man with short blond hair and a german accent.

I had taken her to my house, she was sitting on my bed in slutty clothing. I had a great view of her c cup tits and could almost see her nipples, they nicely complemented her small body. I pulled out some rope, “im going to tye you up. Let me see your wrist” “oh um, ok, I didn’t realize you were into that profesor.” She stuck out her wrist, i started tying each of her limbs to the bed. Once she was fully tied up i pulled out a pair of knives, “wait, wait, you are not cutting my clothes off, these are expensive” She said Read more »

You have once again committed a crime against our household.

I grab you by the throat with my right hand and you by the pussy with my left and put you against the wall. You struggle to move, the small amount of movement you can muster only helps me all the more. I pull your shirt and bra down with my teeth while rubbing you with my left hand.

Once your gorgeous breasts are free, I start sucking gently at them. But that doesn’t last long. As you fight to be free, I slip my left hand down into your panties while my right is holding you against the wall still by your throat.

One finger slips into your pussy and as you squirm it gives you all the more punishment. I decide, sucking on your nipples isn’t enough for how naughty you’ve been so I start to gently bite your nipples. I slip another finger inside you and curl them as the slide in and out of your pussy. I give each nipple a last little tease before I stand up and face you face to face. My fingers sliding out of your pussy slowly, making sure I hit the G spot on the way out. Read more »

Nestled close to the confluence of the Dordogne and Garonne Rivers lies Bordeaux. This ancient city, blessed by Napoleon and revered by wine-lovers the world over, presides proudly as capital of many of the oldest and most prestigious of the French wine Appellations.

Already the established home of some of Europe’s oldest families, by the 18th century Bordeaux was the wine centre of the world, and nestling amongst its rolling, vine packed hills and ancient villages, towers one of its gems; St Emilion. This 10th century town, carved impossibly from the hillside above the Dordogne seems frozen in time. As Alan looked down fondly on the village this September evening from his hotel room window, apart from the last of the dwindling summer tourists, it seemed nothing had changed the village in centuries. It was as if time had stood still, preserving and protecting its beauty against the ravages of an uncaring and belligerent modern world.

Defying the calculations of modern engineers, Restaurant L’Auberge jutted defiantly from the hillside. This old and renowned icon had been a magnet to village visitors and locals alike for years. Its broad terraces offering breathtaking vistas of the town and the river valley below. Alan smiled, almost sadly, and remembered his last visit there, as he donned his jacket and set off on the short walk up the hill to meet his long time friend and sometime lover. Read more »

“I swear to god, don’t fucking start with me Aaron.”

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

when she isn’t looking I hit the fry out of her hand. “Aaron, I swear to god, if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to fucking. Kill you. Stop.” She looks up at me and I give her the biggest grin. I know she probably wants to smack the shit out of me.

The fry is this close to being inside her mouth and I hit it. Again. she closes her eyes and then stands up from the table and walks away. As she walks away I scream after her “Hey- no baby come back! I’m sorry-“ I saw her disappear into the bathroom and my stomach just dropped. I hope I didn’t get her too upset, I was just playing around. I didn’t mean to get her angry. I sigh and I put my hands in my head and then I hear shifting in front of me. my head snaps up and I immediately say “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Mhm.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t be mad at me.” Read more »

Walking into the building I could already smell that pungent scent of weed. “Does this man ever stop fucking smoking?” I say to myself. I mean don’t get me wrong i like it. But only him. He’s the only one that could ever remotely make smoking look attractive. I put the key in the door only to be met with the most attractive sight. Just as I look up, so does he. His tongue pokes out getting ready to lick the blunt. He keeps his eyes on me as i keep mine on his mouth and i watch him slowly lick from one end… to the other. Fuck, that is not what i expected to see when i walked in.

I try to move my feet but they’re glued to the floor. For some reason watching him is so intoxicating. It’s like I’m hypnotized. He slowly lifts the blunt and the lighter up to his mouth and I watch as he lights it. He takes a pull and then leans back on the couch. He blows the smoke out his mouth and he slowly lifts his fingers up. He makes a motion for me to come towards him and he says “get over here.” Read more »