Category: eroticliterature

The door is open, please cum inside. – An organic approach to pregnancy preventation. [Short]

I am stupidly obsessed with the fantasy of you, the man who owns me in my entirety, to also unload himself in his entirety into my little womb. I crave the warmth of your slimy goo, your satisfaction, the gratification of having been a good girl for you. – So, naturally, my door is wide open for you to sink and cream right in.~

But I don’t want to get pregnant. I want to stay a lithe little thing for you to tower over, for you to toss me around, to feed my complex of seeing you as superior to me. – Feeding my desire for approval, for worth, for recognition.

The issue is that I really don’t cope well with taking the pill. ㅠㅠ Ever since COVID I feel like I lost grip on my life and I don’t trust myself to take it on time. Not to mention that it gets me really dizzy! – Gladly and sadly alike there currently is no reason for me having to take the pill at all, as there is no “you” in my life, worth taking it for. Read more »

Popcorns is fine [MF] [movienight] [romantic]

[Part1]

We have been friends for more than 2 years now. She has called me over for movie night. It’s not that it’s the first time I am going to stay at her place but we never had a movie night while her parents were out of town. I wore my new jeans and t-shirt which was gifted by her.

*rings the door-bell*

She appears in a black leggings and a red hoodie and hugs me. “Well you smell nice today”, she said. “Don’t I smell always nice? “I asked jokingly. She replied, “You always smell nice”. She turned and we both walk into the room and I could see her blush as she replied back to me. I brought her chocolates and flowers, but she didn’t notice like always. She is one carefree person, free from the world stress and does what she likes. “I will put on the popcorns, do you want something else?” she asked. “No popcorn is fine” nervously replied. I had to tell her that I like her today; I said to myself in my head and made up my mind. She came out with pop-corn and Gatorade. It was cold night so we both sat in the blanket and she asked, “Which one you want to watch?” I replied,” fifty first date would be nice.” Read more »

The Taylor Family 1 – The End [My version of a lesbian incest romance. Warning: Slow build up here and little actual sex]

**This is another of my stories that was too long to fit into a single post and had to be broken in half. Sorry, I guess my fingers get talkative sometimes. See the first part of this** [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/)

The hour was late, the lights were turned out, and the girls had gone to bed, but neither of them was sleeping.

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An effort had been made to keep everything looking as normal as possible when their mother had come up to give them their usual goodnight kiss, but the tension between the two teenagers was palpable. Ruth was certain that her mother must have sensed it – who could have missed it, after all? – but supposed that she had probably written it off as yet another spat. It was just as well as neither of the girls was prepared to even try to talk this out with her.

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Lying in her bed now and staring in silence at the ceiling, the fact was that she could not have slept at that point had her life depended on it thanks to all the turmoil. It was plain to her that her sister was having the same problem as she could hear Kristen grumbling to herself on the other side of the room, tossing and turning over in her own bed. Read more »

The Taylor Family 1 – The Beginning [My version of a lesbian incest romance. Warning: Slow build up here and little actual sex]

**This is another of my stories that was too long to fit into a single post. I just couldn’t stop writing, I guess. The rest of the story will be in a different post.**

“I can’t believe you said yes to a date with that clod.”

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Seated at her little dressing table, nineteen year old Kristen Taylor tried her best to ignore that jibe. With so much yet to do before she was ready to go, the last thing she wanted to do right now was take the bait her sister was offering. It was a wasted effort as the other girl always found a way to penetrate her defenses, yet she felt that it was important to at least try.

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Kristen focused her attention on combing out her long auburn hair, counting each and every smooth stroke from her very best brush and admiring how lustrous her hair looked since she started using that new shampoo. She fretted over what make-up to wear, wanting to highlight her bright green eyes and make her full lips look perfectly kissable while somehow making her nose look a little smaller. She plotted out what clothes she should wear, wanting some jeans that would show off her slender figure, nice legs and tight butt, and a top that would make her small but perky breasts seem at least a little bigger. Read more »

[FM-teen[ [1st] [oral] FIRST SEX WITH MY OLDER STEP-SISTER – A slightly retarded 18-year-old is shown what real sex feels like by his older step-sister. A step-sister erotic story.

**You can view full the illustrated version of FIRST SEX WITH MY OLDER STEP-SISTER at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

This is a story about my first sexual experience. It wasn’t with a stranger. They were with my older step-sister.

It began when I was 18 I didn’t have many friends. I have a slight developmental disability in the brain so I wasn’t attracted to girls as early as other boys. I also didn’t grow very quickly either, so at 18, I

still looked like I was a lot younger.

As curious as boys are, I began to notice females and the shapes of their bodies. I noticed the shape of their bodies, the curve of their hips their soft skin and hair, and even their wonderful smells. After a while, I began to play with myself when I was alone, exploring my body and thinking about women.

When I started playing with myself, I wouldn’t do it for very long. I was kind of afraid of the strange feeling that began to build when I did it too long. After all, I was young and didn’t know what was happening. Read more »

In love with my Aunt [True]

So this my confession I been in love with my aunt since I was small we used to shower together and she used to kiss me and she would grab my ass, when I was younger we spent alot of time together but that all changed when I got older as I partied with my friends often and fucked other women but I could never get over the fact that I love her I mean I had my first hard on with her in the shower she’s the first woman I saw naked and she genuinely did care for me outside of her being a perv,she would give me money tell me that she loved me and showed genuine emotion, but now I feel so many yrs have passed to tell her that I love her and she has her family and her husband that I fear rejection or worse that she’ll not only reject me but tell my family, she makes her comments here and there that I’m handsome when I see her but I’m affraid to tell her how I feel, what should I do ? Please I need advice any aunt’s on here that have went with their nephew through this? Message me or comment on here I don’t care who believes me on here honestly but I’m so frustrated I love her and I wanna tell her, I love her and we’re both virgos so you know how that is we keep everything bottled inside what should I do?

Prison Glory Hole Fantacy

This scenario keeps going through my mind. I am not looking to get myself in legal trouble to go to prison. But, every once in a while or every other day, I fantasize about being in or at a prison and being able to set up a GLORE hole booth with multiple holes that would permit multiple me to put their junk through while trying to get my attention. I also like the idea that allows a person to put a hand in or somewhere to feel in control of my throat so they could really go as deep as they wanted and hold me while they tell me to swallow.

Of course my wish would be a bit selective toward a prison that holds a very long list of well hung men that would appreciate my wiliness to be of service.

I do not want to die at the glory hole or but subjected to great physical abuse, but think if I take care of a couple dozen really like cocks, that I would be a hit.

Even if there was a way I could visit prison for a weekend or two. Read more »

Mutually Assured Destruction (mf) (piv) (hint of MDom)

Once, I believed hotels were shrouded in mystery. I oft recall the early morning drive home from work. Along my drive was a hotel and a simple past time was sitting at the light across the way and while waiting for the light to change, making up stories to go with the illuminated windows that flecked the otherwise dark exterior. I mean, why else would a light be on at 4:45am?

Then, I became a hotel dweller. The mystique disappears. Hotels have an aesthetic about them: quiet hallways, empty drawers and closets, generic art on the walls. It’s not home, it’s temporary. Here, you have no past and no future. What happens in these walls stays in these walls and you go on about your life.

Tuesday afternoon. Rainy. It almost never rains in the desert, but when it does, it transforms the cities. Everything gets that blurred, soft feel to it. Suddenly the world is a little calmer.

My heels clicked on the marble floor as I crossed the hotel lobby. 2915. Nobody noticed me. Why should they? The elevator doors closed and I waited as it made it’s ascension. My heart began to race, blood thrumming in my veins. Nerves were starting to get the best of me. Read more »

After years of waiting.. you are mine (MF/Cheating/Long)

I planned the stolen night like I plan most things in my life, with attention to detail and contingency plans. I covered my own alibi well, my family thinking I was heading off to a well-deserved weeklong girl’s trip. Well I was going to be joining my girlfriends on their annual ski trip, I was stealing the first 24 hours for myself. The girls thought I was taking a night to myself to rest and recharge before our usually rowdy time. It was almost too easy, suddenly I had 24 hours to myself where no one would be looking for me.

I don’ t know what you told your family, nor do I care. I trust you to be through and discreet. We have been dancing around this night for years, starting off with a subtle flirting and progressing to red hot desire. I was finally going to get what I have been yearning for, to be owned and taken in a way that was making me weak to think about. Read more »

a slow blowjob [mf] [long]

I crave sucking his dick.

Sometimes I miss it more than I miss sex. I miss the buildup that a slow blowjob has before it. Pushing him gently back on the bed, stripping him of his shirt first and placing butterfly kisses up and down his torso. Then maybe getting a little bit more needy, licking and biting his neck, moving up the ears and nibbling on them too. The moans I’ve heard from him when I gently lick and bite his earlobes is music to my ears.

Moving my way back down his neck, licking his chest, biting and sucking his neck long enough to leave a hickey while I tease his cock outside of his jeans. Working my hands up and down the shaft, feeling how hard and large it is through his pants, and then just letting go and letting my hands wander, trailing up and down his arms, sending shivers up his spine when I graze the sensitive skin on the inside of the wrists. Kneeling down to take his fingers, one by one, into my mouth and staring deep into his eyes while I make it clear how much I love to use my mouth, swirling my tongue around each finger and hungrily pushing them as far as I can into my mouth. Read more »