We make eye contact in traffic. I smile shyly. You wink. We continue to check each other out as our cars creep alongside on the crowded highway. You catch my eye and motion to the rest stop ahead. I cut in behind you and follow as you park at the far end of the lot. We both get out. Without saying a word you push me up against my car and kiss me deeply. Your body against mine I feel your cock stiffen against me. I am getting wet. So wet. My panties are soaked. You unbutton my shirt. Looking around you slide it off and take off my bra. They’re on the ground as you suck on my nipples, playing with my tits. You continue to suck as you run your hand up my thigh. “Wow” you whisper, when you reach under my skirt and feel how wet I am. Sliding off my panties, I step out of them and kick them to my top and bra. All that is left is my skirt. You lift it and bury your face in my pussy. You start to lick my clit and I moan. You tongue fuck me and I contain screams of pleasure. My body shudders with orgasm. Again and again I cum and you keep your tongue inside me. Licking and pushing deeper until I cum once more.
Category: eroticliterature
Saleswomen try on lingerie so a man can see how they’d look on his wife [MF] [NSFW]
The personal shopper tapped her pencil against her clipboard.
“Ok, Mr. Davis, I have your orders for the suits, the shoes- both the oxfords and wing tips- and the cashmere sweaters. And your wife already ordered the sequin gown, the pencil skirt, and the Ralph Lauren button-down shirts. Is there anything else you’d like to get her for your trip to the Hamptons? Maybe a gift just for fun?”
Mr. Davis thought for a minute.
“We just got our new fall line of lingerie, and we have gorgeous pieces. Would you like to see them?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” replied Mr. Davis. “I could surprise her after dinner next Friday.”
“Perfect!” The saleswoman turned to her assistant. “Get Gretchen and Jessica to come model a few of these, please. So that he can picture what they’d look like on his wife.”
A few minutes later everyone was ready. Gretchen walked into the room wearing heels and a silky robe. She removed the robe to reveal a red, lace teddy. She walked confidently in a straight line past Mr. Davis, and back again. He slowly looked down and up her body.
Tinder free-use (FMMMMM)
The post on Tinder that you made was one that was definitely not common. A night of freeuse… if one messaged they’d get an auto response in return with the location of a key and a passcode for the gate. Once enough men had entered the code would stop working and that would be that… but as long as the code worked… freeuse for all.
As you lay in your room not sure what to expect you’re prepared. You’re naked… waiting… a body that’s magnificent. Perky tits and an ass that was begging to be used, all as part of the freeuse evening of pleasure.
A blond man, perhaps a little too skinny was the first one to enter the room. A dark haired mexican looking guy entered shortly behind him and took a seat across from you, watching as the blond moved toward you. Maybe unexpected for the blond man was that you’d be entirely and completely naked… but not only that, that the Mexican would follow and watch.
The Streak [Exhibitionism]
*“Oh my God, Em. Guess who I just got an e-mail from?”*
Em knew her roommate Cecily loved to make her blush. So when Cecily posed this question slowly, giggling on the common room couch, Em assumed it was from a dirty pen pal. She expected Cecily to read some erotic poetry from their Shakespeare professor, or show her a .jpg of some dining hall worker’s erection (the stress of finals week had a tendency to make everyone horny – even the townies).
Em closed her laptop, and played dumb. “Is it from our RA?”
Cecily, clearly enjoying her roommate’s ignorance, smiled devilishly, “It’s from the streaking team.”
Em, try as she might to contain it, felt the color rise in her face. She knew all about the college’s varsity streaking team. She and her extended family had watched them, and their bouncing body parts, make their annual sprint across campus on Accepted Students Day. Her mother, a good Christian Baptist from Georgia, was predictably horrified. Her grandmother, from her less-conservative father’s side of the family, had howled with laughter. For Em, seeing the display of skin was secretly the reason she had decided on Ryder College that day. She saw the buoyancy with which these students flaunted their bodies – in such sharp relief with her literally “buttoned-up” upbringing.
[M4F] Let me write an erotic story for you!
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a story written about you? Specifically tailored to your desires and interests? A deep detailed descriptive story about your body, mannerisms, sexual desires; being with the man or woman of your dreams… if you can think it, I can write it.
So… how does this work?
It’s very important that you understand this is an exchange. I will write this story for free (so that’s not what I mean by an exchange), but I need details… I need to know about your desires, your body, your fantasy. Photos would be a huge asset in the writing process for visualization on my end.
The main thing here is that you understand we need to have a conversation before I jump into writing something personal and intimate. If you PM/Chat me and simply say “I want a story”… expect that I will ask you A LOT of questions and probe into what you’re hoping for. If that makes you uncomfortable, this is likely not an arrangement that will work for you.
If you’re still here and reading… I look forward to hearing from you and working together to write something wonderfully erotic!
Sex fighting (MFFFFFF)
*This is a story written from a request I got a while ago from someone that wanted a story about sex fighting. I’d actually never heard of it, wrote it in 1st person for the person that made the request. I hope you enjoy:*
The delight of being invited to such a thing was something I could hardly believe happened to me… let alone with so many young, beautiful, women. My connection to the group, Abbie, you. Your hair was something that always got me. It was hard to comprehend how someone could always have an impeccable aura about them, but that just seemed to be your natural state. Your eyes stole anyone’s heart that was daring enough to gaze at them. Your lips brought men and women to their knees while your body raised the attention of all surrounding you, including your friends.
Flynn and Yori in the Computer World [MF] [Sci-Fi] [Fiction] [Rule 34] [Tron]
When Flynn returned to the Computer World he had one thing on his mind: Yori. When he was here before, they kissed, and it was unlike any kiss he had experienced in the real world. Electricity crackled between them when their lips met, and it felt like they were grounded together, fused into one. Flynn had tried to return to his life in the real world, but he couldn’t.
One night, out of desperation, Flynn returned to the Computer World and found Yori in her lavish virtual quarters.
“Flynn, what are you-“ she began, but without preamble Flynn grabbed her by the arms and brought his lips to hers. The sensation was just as he remembered it, buzzing and crackling, almost numbing. Yori’s body was tense with surprise at first, but quickly relaxed, and she kissed him back. After a moment lost in the impassioned kiss, Flynn pulled back to look into Yori’s eyes, and Yori could see the flame of passion burning in Flynn’s.
Stealing Him Back (MF, reverse rape, bondage, trickery, impregnation)
This story is based on a few requests for a reverse rape with an emphasis (for me) on improving dialogue. It’s fairly short and intense, and could have used a bit more time for character development – but you can only do so much in 4500 words. Feedback for this story and requests for future themes are always welcome.
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“Fuck everything,” Sylvia growled to herself, as she sighed heavily as she hung up the phone.
Moments ago, it had been all I love you’s and I miss you’s as she chatted with her boyfriend Andy, but now that he was gone, she let the frustration wash over her. They had been planning their matching costumes since August, and now just because her mom had tested positive for covid, she was quarantined until Monday and she was going to miss Halloween. Sure, he’d promised they could both get dressed up next week and take cute pictures – him as the Joker and Her as Batwoman, but it just wasn’t the same. They’d planned to go to a couple different parties together before finally going back to Andy’s place for their own private party, complete with all the toys on her little utility belt… and now it was all ruined. The whole holiday had been a nightmare honestly, and now with it being basically canceled for her, she didn’t see how it could get much worse.
This is Not a Collar [MF][fantasy][gentle femdom][gfd][long][plot][wholesome][teasing][feels][banter][happy sex]
*I sometimes drop lengthy, character driven fantasy bits here. The characters in this have an entire backstory that you don’t need to know, but you can sleuth it out in my profile. This whole thing is just an indulgent chunk of playful, teasing femdom. Will probably also drop an indulgent chunk of playful, teasing maledom soon, for a balanced diet.*
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**Harmen.**
Urstad was a small castle, but scenic: its dark walls sprang from a low, wooded mountaintop, fastened down with plentiful ivy. An elevated courtyard in its southeastern corner had been an important military overlook, but only really served as a viewing terrace nowadays – for the mighty Kingdom of Harmen had enjoyed peace within its borders for many decades. You could sit down on a lichen-covered stone bench, among the lichen-covered statues and lichen-covered arches and lichen-covered trees, and watch the great river flow idly through the plain far below.
The young Lady Eularia – the castle lord’s daughter – was doing precisely that, with no ulterior motive whatsoever, when suddenly the peace of the courtyard was disturbed by quick steps and a frantic rustle of a gown. Eularia barely had the time to scowl before her sister, Adalina, leapt over the bench from behind and plopped down by her side.
Elevator Ride [MF][Outerplay][Oral][Public][Edge][Voyeur]
[Part 1 (Meeting The Parents)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eottk4/meeting_the_parents_mf_footplaydiscreetouterplay/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 2 (The Drive Home)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eslbdr/the_drive_home_mfpublicedgingteasing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
The drive home was probably the most emotionally chaotic time of my life. On the one hand, to be driving with my hardened cock exposed was a heart-pounding, anxiety laced experience. Every stop made my eyes spin as if they were both Mad-Eye Moody’s magical eye. (Hey, I know I’m showing my nerd but this is my story and I’ll tell it how I like. Not sorry, not sorry.) Praying and hoping there wouldn’t be a policeman in an SUV with a direct view of my lap. Lune was not helping with my anxiety either. No, she dug into my pocket to pull out the black lacy thong she had given me under the table while having dinner at her parents’ house. And at every stop, she would lean over, resting her elbow on the middle console, and draped the thong around the tip of my standing erection. The first time she did it, I leaned over to block her and any would-be viewers, but she only pushed me back into the driver’s seat.