Category: eroticliterature

Workbook

Hello Everyone!

I will try to keep it concise. I am considering making & selling a BDSM-based workbook for people wanting a more interactive experience within thier relationships or perhaps solo.

In particular it would be a ‘beta’ themed workbook that has humiliating tasks for one to do as instructed by their mistress/ while I keep it ambiguous enough to be done alone.

If enough people are interested I will start right away, else I might start a kickstarter.

If it gains enough traction I will consider a monthly issue too (like a magazine)

I thought it would be interesting for some, and I would be more than willing to provide it ;)

Inbox open for suggestions!

The New Coat I Wore Cock Hunting (Part 1) [F/M 20+][Cheating][Long Read][Multiple Chapters][Lingerie][Oral]

The New Coat I Wore Cock Hunting

So! When I became 55, I finally had the time to devote to my passions, and one of those was photography, particularly of plants and animals. We enjoy living in the country, not far from a large forest. So, I took some of my retirement money and bought a new camera, a more compact digital version of the one I already had; thankfully, the shopkeeper gave me a fantastic deal, accepting my old camera as part exchange because it wasn’t very old and also because I did him a favor, but more on that another time.

Thanks to the thoughtfulness of my husband Ted, I now have a drover coat, also known as a stockman’s coat, complete with a hood so that I can continue to indulge in my pastime even when it rains. The coat was fantastic; it was full-length, meaning that between it and my rain boots, I was completely dry; it also had large pockets, so that I didn’t need a separate bag to store my camera and lens when strolling in the rain. When it was warm but wet, I could just wear shorts and a t-shirt under the coat because it was lined with a good comfortable fabric. Read more »

I reconnected with an old … enemy [M18 / F19] [young love] [sex] [college]

I don’t recognize her. “Cal. I didn’t know you went here.”

I put down the cup of punch I’d been sipping and trace the sentence back to its speaker. She’s the brunette girl with her hair in a tight bun and the cute nose piercing. I’d checked her out when she arrived at this picnic, but that meant nothing, I’d done that to all the girls. And yet, there’s something else familiar about her, something I can’t place…

Then it clicks. “Alexis? Alexis Daly?”

She rolls her eyes. “What? You forgot who I am?”

It’s stupid, but I blush. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I just, uh, didn’t expect to… here…” I shrug at the courtyard, the building, the university campus, the entire geographic region, so far away from where I grew up. Where we grew up.

And I don’t think she will, but she gets what I mean. “I know, it’s ok. I feel like a foreigner here, too.”

I’m leaning against a small retaining wall in the dorm courtyard, watching as the others play cornhole and croquet and the other quiet lawn games. Alexis takes a spot by my side. “Nice to see a friendly face,” she says. Read more »

Trip To Mexico Part Two [MF 40’s] [Public Handjob] [Teasing]

The trip through immigration and security was somewhat uneventful. You took your hoodie off and wrapped it around your waist. Not that anyone could see the hole I ripped in your leggings but you must’ve felt less self conscious. We collected our bags and went out to find our transportation. We flew into Cancun but the resort is in Playa Del Carmen. It’s a good hour ride from the airport.

After meeting with the driver, he threw our things in the van, we jumped in the back row with one row separating us from the driver. We were on our way. Snuggled up in the back of the van, it was a private ride so it was just the two of us. The bench seat was large but I sat close to you thinking I could play with the convenient hole I made in your leggings. You had other plans. I was talking to the driver about our plans and what we should maybe see. You were rubbing my muscled thigh. I sensed your plan and leaned back spreading my legs slightly. You took the cue and slid your hand higher up my thigh. I was trying to focus on the drivers conversation but was having difficulties as your palm slid over the length of my quickly hardening cock. Read more »

Bodywork [F/F 20s] [sex work] [masturbation] [oral sex] [orgasm denial] [fingering] [toys]

What is sexological bodywork?

I blink slowly at my computer screen, the blue light illuminating my face.

To put it simply, I help people focus on the erotic pleasure of physical touch, helping people become more aware of pleasurable sensations in their body while releasing shame and inhibition.

I scroll down the lengthy page of my clients list. I’m booked out for months, but I finally find what I’m looking for.

Jessica Morrows. 24. Suffers from poor body image and anorgasmia.

I chew thoughtfully on the end of my pencil, scribbling down notes on the paper in front of me. It’s not something I usually treat, but I’m willing to expand my repertoire.

I peer curiously over the desk as the door chimes in front of me, a nervous woman ghosting up to the counter. She places her ID on the counter, just as blue eyed and blonde as the real life counter part looking up at me.

“J-Jessica Morrows.” She says, meeting my eyes meekly before looking away. “I have the 3 o’clock.” Read more »

Things Chage [FFM, 19-23, rape, anal, forced orgasim, light bondage]

Things Change [rape]

“Guys I have to go. I have to finish the project.” Zoya called to her friends. They had all been out to dinner after class,laughing and having a good time. She did have to leave, but not to work on the project, which she finished days ago. No Zoya had to go make money.

As she walked down the lit up streets of the city, she thought about how lucky she really was. Zoya had grown up in a conservative Arab family. It had taken years for her to convince her parents to let her do anything that might be fun. She remembered how she had argued to be allowed to take dance. Her father saying it was improper, her mother being silent and not helping. But finally she was allowed to take ballet. Then she had wanted to go to college to study art and her father screamed at her for days. “Why should you do that. Art is of no use. You should find a man and get married. And no usless artist. Someone who will provide for you, that you can start a family with. I will not pay for tou to waist your life.” After months she convinced him that graphic design will help her get a good job and possibly find someone nice in the business world. But it was her coming out to her parents that had finally freed her. Whore, filth, shame upon shame, and all sorts of other names. Her father had disowned her and she hadn’t talked to anyone in her family for the last 6 months. And they were the best six months of her life. And it was all thanks to Nadia. Read more »

You should have followed the rules. [part1] [M32/F30] [D/S] [bondage] [rough play] [oral] [degration]

She laid on her back waiting… anticipating… the room wasn’t to cold but it was cool enough to cause a shiver to run down her spine and she could feel her nipples harden against the air. She pulled lightly at her restraints testing them. She tried to peak under the blindfold but it was useless. There was nothing but the dark. Her ears strained to listen for any sounds that could tell her where he was in the room. Nothing. But she knew he was there watching her. The idea caused another chill to run through her body. Goosebumps filled her arms and the skin around her nipples tightened even more. She was exposed. Her wrists were restrained to wooden bed posts above her head and her ankles were restrained at the foot of the bed with her legs spread open. Revealing her freshly shaved cunt. She thought back to earlier that morning when she laid in bed watching him sleep. Lightly touching his skin the way he liked. She had seen his morning wood and couldn’t help herself. Her hands ever so carefully slid to his cock and she touched it lightly. He arched his back slightly and let out a small noise of pleasure. She moved her head off of his chest and down to his cock. She put her lips against the tip and again he arched his back. She knew she should wait. That she had to ask permission before playing with his cock but surely he wanted it right? She couldn’t wait took his cock in her mouth. Her pussy grew wet immediately and she slowly went up and down with her mouth pushing it a little deeper each time. When it reached the back of her throat she felt two hands grab her hair and shove her down even further. She pushed back against them unable to breath but he pushed harder and thrust his cock deeper down her throat. Read more »

The Desire – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.1 -[F/F][M/F][20s-30s][masturbation][FWB]

**The desire**

This is the second story in the Jennifer Stokes series. While it isn’t absolutely necessary, reading the proceeding work will give a better understanding of the relationship between some of the characters. The first is titled “Hidden Pleasures” and can be found in my profile.https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xiuk2j/hidden_pleasures/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is welcome.

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1.

Jennifer Stokes reached her destination, climbing the last few steps to the eighth floor slightly out of breath. Her busy schedule didn’t allow much time for exercise so she’d been climbing the stairs to help keep her legs and butt firm. Her daily lunchtime routine had been interrupted by a recent trip to France and it felt good to get back on track.

Turning left at the top of the stairs she headed down the hall toward the woman’s washroom to freshen up. Just as she reached for the door handle, Mary, a co-worker of hers came barging out nearly knocking her over. She was talking loudly into her mobile phone and only paused for a moment to wave an apology to Jennifer before she was off, her high heels clicking on the tile floor as she rushed toward the elevator. Mary was always working on the next big deal, apparently even in the washroom. Read more »

The Thread (F/F 35-40) fem-dom-light

I sat across from her in the dimly lit café, sweating, half-finished cocktails between us, her intoxicating blue-green eyes penetrating mine, black lashes like butterflies threating to take me away on their wing tips if I wasn’t careful.

I wanted her mouth, wanted to know the flavor of her tongue, and what the texture of her skin felt like beneath my palms.

Her Cheshire cat smile though, full of hunger, trouble, and a pinch of sweetness gave me pause. I felt like a little mouse unsure of whether or not her paw was going to bat me around or pull me into her soft fur. Maybe I wanted both.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but would you like to come over?” she asked, her voice pure silk, her fingertips inching toward mine.

She had taken a spool of tightly wound silver thread, only perceptible by an otherworldly sense buried in the recess of my brain and unraveled a little of it, extending an end to me across the table. Read more »

A Captivating Coincidence [M44 F46] [Rekindling] [Online Lovers] [Meeting In Real Life] [Tension] [Kissing] [Groping] [Teasing] [Dirty Talk] [Against The Wall]

It was time for another drink. I patiently wait at the bar, bopping away at the music with a drunken smile on my face. I turn to take the drinks back to the table, taking in the surroundings as I saunter back, observing the groups of people chatting and laughing. I freeze as my eyes rest on one person in particular. My heart beats fast. It can’t be. It can’t actually be him. Can it? Before I have a chance to look away he is staring right back at me. His smile slowly fades into shock. The memories come flooding back. This is the guy, the guy I met on Reddit, all those years ago.

I have never forgotten him. We had not met in real life for many reasons, the main one being he lived too far away. Nevertheless, the online relationship we had was intense, powerful and incredibly sexual.

I laugh happily and walk over. “Mark. It is you! What are you doing here?”I would have leaned in for a quick hug if it wasn’t for the drinks I was holding. He smiles awkwardly and my heart melts. People say the reality of meeting someone in person is quite different. Fuck yes it is. This guy is even hotter than I remember all those years ago. All those photographs he used to send me did not do him justice. Read more »