Category: eroticliterature

[29F] I helped make a miracle happen on New Year’s Eve (a true story)

Happy New Year everyone! What I’m about to tell you is a true story, about something that I actually did on New Years Eve, that I pretty much cannot believe I did, and it’s still all so surreal. But it’s a fun story, I’m actually kinda proud of it, and I thought, why not share and chat to some folks about it? So that’s what I’m going to do!

Most of the story, or at least the build-up, doesn’t actually involve me, but I thought I’d tell it all anyway, beacuse it sets the stage for what eventually happened. Don’t have time to read or get your head around stuff? Well, that’s a shame, because you’re going to need to here. So let’s get started.

I’m a woman, in my late 20s, and I consider myself, well, pretty normal. I’m not some wild party-girl. I’ve never known anyone who is. I have a professional career, and all the friends I’ve ever made are normal, intelligent people with professional careers. I’ve been privileged in my life, never really struggled, and I’ve had the freedom to be whoever I want to be. Just a note: one of the things I happen to be is bisexual, with much more of a preference for women. Read more »

Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Part 1) (MF) (Wholesome)

Please keep in mind that this is my first time ever attempting to write something like this, I’m not even any type of writer to begin with. All feedback is greatly appreciated, you can be brutally honest!

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# Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Part 1)

I made plans with Caitlyn the night before, I was going to pick her up to go to lunch at noon. We haven’t seen each other since high school, she graduated earlier this year and I graduated last year. She and I were really good friends in High School, and we had kept very good contact since we each went our separate ways. She had gone away to college in the fall, and I had been at home working and going to community college. Despite this, we text almost every day and had the occasional FaceTime call. I think we both had stupid crushes on each other at some point in school, but the timing was never right for either of us. Read more »

[F18] More F on F Sex!

I was invited by my friend Bella over for a sleepover. She and I had been friends for a couple of years and it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for us to sleep over at each other’s places for multiple days in a row. This time was no exception.

When I arrived, she invited me in and we immediately began the night with a glass of wine. For some reason, tonight felt different. I didn’t know why, but it just did. Having spent some time on my OnlyFans earlier today, I was already feeling horny before things had even started.

Bella was by no means unattractive. In fact, she was the exact opposite. She was around 5 foot 5 inches, built from years of playing multiple sports, with long pale blonde hair that reached just the top of her perky little breasts. I had always been jealous of her body and frequently admired how her pale skin always looked beautiful with her bright blue eyes.

Bella took my hand after we finished our first glasses of wine and led me to her basement, where her big screen TV was set up for a marathon. As soon as we plopped down, bottle of wine in between us, she pressed the button on the remote and our show came on. Read more »

Our True Names [Part 2] [MF] [Slow Burn]

[Part 2: The Mermaid]

The house was noisy, as always. My mother was making one of her many long-distance calls to Iran, eager to hear the gossip from our relatives who still lived there. My father had come back from work and had quickly shut himself in his study, eager to block out my mother’s incessant chatter. I took off my boots, shaking the snow off the soles. I hung up my dark green wool coat, wrapping my cream-colored scarf around the hook. I closed the closet door and began to go upstairs before I remembered *him*. I quickly retrieved the business card and went up to my room. I closed my bedroom door and placed the card in the lowest drawer of my jewelry box. How long had the card lived inside his wallet before finding its final resting place in my jewelry box, surrounded by my favorite rings and earrings? It looked strange. And perhaps a bit silly. I closed the drawer and began to peel off my clothes. It had been *such* a long day. I had done poorly on a Chemistry quiz. I had to write up an essay that I had procrastinated for far too long. And then of course, there was also the enigma I had met in the subway. I pulled my thick dusty pink sweater over my head, shivering as the cool air touched my skin, my nipples hardening almost painfully. I rubbed my breasts through my bra, relieving some of the soreness, before pulling my socks and leggings off together. I wrapped a towel around my body and quickly walked across the hallway into the bathroom. Read more »

Our True Names [Part 1] [MF] [Slow Burn]

[Part 1: The Price of a Soul]

What happened with him isn’t something I ever saw for myself. *Him.* I can’t even speak his name. Each time I do, I feel his hand on my neck, grasping gently, his thumb brushing my bottom lip until I part my lips for him.

It began innocently enough. I was in my second year of college and struggling. I had decided to pursue medicine and while the desire to help others at their most vulnerable was there, the workload of being a pre-med major wore me down. I couldn’t keep up. I was taking 20 credits of Biology and Chemistry, and an English course thrown in there for good measure. I remember running down the steps into the subway station, hearing the overhead announcement that a downtown train would be coming in two minutes. I squeezed through throngs of people, finally making it to the metrocard machine. I inserted a five-dollar bill, exasperated when the machine spit it back out. I quickly tried to flatten it a bit more before shoving it back into the machine. Again, it was spat back out. I could feel the tears of frustration beginning to well up in my eyes. I was cold, I was hungry, and the thought of getting home before the sun set was becoming slimmer and slimmer. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw a man looking at me with concern. Read more »

Morning sex. Based on a true story. [F] [M]

We woke up, it was still early and the summer light creeping into my room was dim. We rolled over to face each other and smiled, looking into each other’s eyes. We kissed. Our hands reaching for the others body. Touching bare skin, caressing it. You ran your hand along my hips, my waist and over to my breast. Cupping it, you teased my nipple with your thumb and I sighed. My hands move over your stomach, up to your chest and begins to traverse down towards your pelvis and down further, to the hardness I seek. You groan as I grasp it and begin stroking, gently up and down. You move your head to my nipple, lightly tracing my areola with your tongue, in circles until it reaches my nipple and your warm mouth begins to suckle. I move my leg, nestling it between yours and your hand roams downward over my bottom and you lightly brush your fingers over my pussy. My hands tighten around your cock and my thumb rubs the pre-cum from the tip, spreading it over your throbbing head. Your fingers press through the lips of my pussy, feeling the wetness inside. You move my leg higher, to better reach my clit. Rubbing it and smearing my juices over the small bump. Read more »

Your Perfect Sister

“That’s it, just like we practiced.”

His words floated over her as she held the vibrator in place. She could feel her arousal building and she closed her eyes tight. His deep voice caressed her and her lips curled into a smile before parting, her head thrown back as she felt the wave of her orgasm beginning.

Jessie lay splayed out on her bed, her small shirt pulled up around her shoulders and a pair of white thigh high stockings her only clothes. Beads of sweat rolled off her skin as her fourth orgasm of the day took hold. Bright red hair splayed out behind her in curls and tangles, matted from where his fist had been curled in it earlier when he had fucked her from behind.

It hit her then. She keened as her back arched off the bed and her knees parted. Jessie’s wet sex was exposed, quivering and moist for the camera stationed on a tri pod at the end of her bed. Her toes curled and body shook, her mind drifting to another place as she rode through her orgasm. Read more »

The Christmas Present Part. 2 [FF] [NBM] [Assisted Masturbation] [Helping Hand] [Anal] [Teasing]

**This is part 2 to the previous story, the first one is mostly setting things up but this is more sex oriented. Feedback is always encouraged.**

part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ko94vd/the_christmas_present_f_nbm_assisted_masturbation/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ko94vd/the_christmas_present_f_nbm_assisted_masturbation/)

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Molly opened her eyes to the celling above her, she felt the cool air at prick at her skin and her most sensitive spots. She remembered that she was in the nude and wearing nothing, she sat up and rubber her eyes as she looked around and still saw the streak of cum she had produced on the floor IN front of her and the thought of what happened before she had fallen asleep was that she had the best orgasm she had ever had in her life. The thought of it perked her nipples up and brought a wetness back to her pussy as it ached. She forgot about something though and then heard the tapping of nails at the table in the center of the living room. She looked over and saw the disembodied hand just patiently drumming its fingers on the tabletop. Molly was taken aback at this sight but remembered the missing detail, the mysterious present she had been giving by someone she didn’t know and how it produced the greatest pleasure she had ever had. Read more »

Her body was the canvas. My tongue was the paint brush. [M/F]

Two years ago, I came across a woman on a personals page looking to get away from her day to day. She needed some stress relief. Her post was well written and she did not want a regular bloke that she would normally come across on a personals page like this. She wanted to make sure that this was about her. I was very intrigued as she knew what she wanted. I crafted a witty and honest response to her post. I essentially wrote what I would do to her body; using my hands, my mouth, and tongue. It was pretty detailed and steamy. Normally how I write to be honest. I left it on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I wanted to see if she would read it and respond. I hit send, and continued on with my day. Read more »

A Cucks Consensual Downfall: The Skype Call (Part 4)

Emily returned shortly after with her laptop in her hands. “Haha. You’re still naked? Put some pants on he’ll call soon” Emily said as she sat beside Sam on the sofa.

Sam did just that and shuffled beside Emily so that they were both in view of the web cam. Sam was nervous. He knew what was about to happen. He’d see a side of Emily that he’d never seen before. A side that was only unlocked because of Ben. A side that could only be unlocked by Ben. Why? Because only Ben could satisfy Emily in the way she desired. He had everything that Emily couldn’t find in Sam. And so, he got special privileges. If that wasn’t humiliating enough for Sam, then the denial from Emily he’d received only 5 minutes ago would certainly add to it. It was clear that Emily had already begun to prioritise Ben over her own boyfriends needs. Emily wouldn’t allow Sam to cum until Ben was satisfied. This was a new reality that Sam would have to accept.

About 20 minuets passed with no call. Sam grew more nervous by the minute. “Are you sure he’s gonna call tonight?” Sam asked nervously. Read more »