Category: eroticliterature

The sign says to take a chance [MF] [online romance]

The chat message came over just after lunch, a usual approach in this affair. Seated at his office chair, he didn’t have to hear the notification. There wasn’t any. The weeks long chat session of endless filth and fun kept him buzzing and alive. He knew when she would send. And vice versa.

This particular photo was of her in her vehicle. Her tits spilling out of her top, she passed along a message of how she snuck off to her car to spread her legs and rub one out to his earlier dick pic.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”

There was something familiar in the background of this salacious photo. A local landmark. A sign from a popular restaurant. The two had never discussed much personal information when involved in this. It was a mutual agreement. The anonymity was a turn on and safety valve from letting too much push into normal everyday life. This was an outlet for sexual release, nothing more. He knew she worked in sales, that was about it. She knew he was an office drone. Read more »

Family cums first – Part 2

Hey guys, this is the second and final part of a story I’d written a few days ago. You can find the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k463z0/family_cums_first/) Enjoy :)

“Turn the bloody volume down!” yells Arasu’s Dad as he walked into the living room, still groggy from working late on a project. “You seem to be in a good mood” replied Arasu’s mother as she reached for the TV remote. Arasu’s Dad takes a seat on the sofa, instructing the domestic worker to fix him a cup of coffee. “Please, not right now” he responds, “At least not until I’ve had my coffee”. Arasu’s mother was in no mood to put up with his tantrums. “You’re the one who’s being a sourpuss early in the morning, not us”, she shot back. “I’m sorry, this project’s been a bit of a pain in the ass” he responded. That wasn’t his only source of frustration, though. Read more »

Indiscipline Will Not be Tolerated. [MF] [Punished] [Hostel]

“Why are you late?” asked Alessandro

“I am S..So..Sorry Sir” replied Scarlett.

Scarlett was very afraid. Scarlett was a law student. She lived in the campus hostel as her family lived out of station. She was a very bright student after her High school she cracked the entrance exam of one of the top institution to study law. She used to somehow manage to escape the hostel premises to attend parties and hang out with her day-scholar friends. She used to return on time without getting noticed. But Not today. She was so busy partying that she didn’t notice the time and now it was super late. She was so afraid. Her heartbeat was increasing with every minute that passed. She had trouble catching her breath as she rushed towards the back gate of the college.

As she reached towards the gate she stopped. She scanned the whole area with her eye. She couldn’t see anyone. She then gently opened the gate. She entered the in the college premises. It was very dark and late in the night. She rushed herself towards the dormitory. She was breathing heavily as her steps started getting fast. As she was just about to enter her dormitory. A Firm and bold Voice from the end of the corridor feel in her ears. Read more »

Softcore photoshoot accidentally turned hardcore [MF]

I (Jake, straight, in a relationship) had barely done my first few photoshoots as a male model. This one time I was shooting for a swimsuit spread with this semi well-known model/Instagram girl. Before the shoot I had checked out her social media, and whe had made some really hot bikini/swimsuit hauls.

Me and my girlfriend had been having a rough week, and I thought maybe we were about to break up. The night before I wanted to have sex with her but she turned me down, and I was a bit frustrated.

We were both in swimwear, posing in sexy positions. Not sure if it was real name, but she was known as Riley. After a few outfits, she was now in a white, very small bikini. I was getting tired, but also getting super horny. A few times, I had to ask for a break just to clear my mind, do some exercises to get rid of my erection. I was pretty sure she was noticing my erection, and her subtle winks implied she was amused by my arousal or something. Read more »

[F4F (F playing M4A playing F)] The Burden of Fame in a World Unlike Our Own (character/story driven roleplay, romance, breastfeeding, size play)

Firstly, to clarify, I am a woman but for this story I am only interested in playing the male role. I am open to male partners but only those willing to play female characters. This is a story that I created with one of my favorite roleplay partners who is now unfortunately among the [deleted]. If you’re out there and are reading this I would love to continue. Otherwise, I’m open to anyone interested.

This is an idea that is a combination and culmination of many of my previous prompts and interests. The premise may be quite silly on the surface, I admit that, but that playful absurdity combined with deep, well developed characters is part of what I love most about roleplaying.

The story is set in a modern world very much like our own except with one key difference. The spectrum of size for men’s and women’s endowments (male genitalia and women’s breasts) far surpasses anything which is considered normally achievable here. (I could go on about exact sizes but I’m open to discussing that with you to find something enjoyable for us both.) Not only that but that aspect of exaggerated sizes is at the crux of their society. Those sizes are not only the central aspect of their concept of beauty but carry enormous cultural, social, even spiritual significance. Read more »

Tensions at work [MF] [Workplace] [Sexual Tension] [Part 2]

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k7flyt/tensions_at_work_mf_workplace_sexual_tension_part/)

He’d implored me to forget about the kiss but I knew I wouldn’t forget. I doubted he would too. At the very least, there was an agreement that we’d pretend it hadn’t happened. He continued to be out of the office for the next few days which made it somewhat easier to ignore but once Monday came around, I was sure my facade would falter.

My imagination had wreaked havoc on me since our date. I’d had explicit fantasies about him, I’d been mad at him, I’d been embarrassed about my behavior, I’d craved seeing him again, and dreaded it all at the same time. Logically, I knew stopping had been the sensible thing to do but I hated it.

It was his turn to avoid me though. He kept to his office and ditched meetings where we would have normally interacted. We had no reason to talk now that the proposal was submitted and it was a harsh contrast from seeing him every minute of every day to nothing.

Finally, we crossed paths on Thursday in a meeting where he joked about how Business Development people were only good for fluffing the egos of our customers. It seemed we were back to business as usual except now marred by my insatiable fantasies. Read more »

Tensions at work [MF] [Workplace] [Sexual Tension] [Part 1]

I’d been working in my new job for three months when I first started to notice it. The head of the R&D technology department really had it out for the finance and business operations staff. He’d come to our joint strategy meetings and always had snide remarks for us “businessey” types. It was small, but constant. “Oh, good idea, where’d you come up with that one, the golf course?” followed by self-indulgent chuckles. “If you put as much effort into your appearances as you do into strategy we might not be in this position” followed by lascivious looks. It was surprising coming from him, he didn’t have a mean look about him, and he was clever about it too. He made the comments when no one in his chain of command was around and said it light heartedly enough you’d never be able to build a case against him for harassment. Not only was I always one of the only girls in the room for top level strategy meetings at our R&D company but I was also one of the youngest at just 28. I’d moved up quickly in my prior company and when I took this job I got another promotion with it. Perhaps I’d moved up the corporate latter too quickly. I certainly didn’t feel like I deserved to be one of the decision makers. Read more »

Vampire Erotica

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Pushing My Luck 2 [m/F][Mother and son incest] – The affair continues, but what’s up with Lesley?

“Yeah! That’s five wins in a row for me!”

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Springing up from the couch where we’d been sitting together, her video game controller dropping to the ground, Darla launched headlong into her little victory dance. I couldn’t really begrudge her for it under the circumstances, but I knew it was expected and so I did a little grousing anyway.

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“Yeah, yeah.”

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Our black cat Whozit looked up from where he’d been snoozing on the back of the couch and watched her dance for just a moment before yawning and going right back to sleep.

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“Are you sure you aren’t just letting me win, Sammy? I mean, you’re not usually this awful.”

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“No, no,” he reassured her. “I guess I’m just a little … distracted.”

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“Well, try a little harder this time, will you?”

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“Okay, okay.”

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Retrieving her controller and throwing herself back onto the couch, Darla restarted the game then and turned her full attention to trouncing her big brother for a sixth time.

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Pushing My Luck [m/F] [Mother and son incest] – Reposting this from my new account with a couple of minor edits

Summer vacation was winding down fast, taking with it the last vestiges of freedom that my sisters and I had been so thoroughly enjoying. All too soon, I would be starting my freshman year in college and it would be back to the dull grind of boring routine.

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“Samuel T. Young, you need a haircut, young man!”

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Sick and tired of the shaggy look I was sporting, my mother shooed away the cat I had been playing with that Sunday and took me by the arm, propelling me into the kitchen. Meowing his displeasure, Whozits went looking for someone new to pet him. A dining room chair had already been prepositioned on the linoleum tile, I discovered. On the corner of a conveniently nearby counter, meanwhile, were the rest of her supplies – a pair of scissors, a comb, a squirt bottle loaded with water, and an old blanket.

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She pushed me into the chair and quickly had me wrapped up in the blanket, securing it with a clothes pin.

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This was standard operating procedure around our place.

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