Category: eroticliterature

Looking for someone to write hotwife/slutwife story

Hey!
I’m looking for someone to write a series of stories about how my girlfriend gradually gets more in to the hotwife lifestyle after pressure from me. It starts in the softcore, with handjobs and blowjobs that involve dirty talk and stories about her past dating life (which has been really kinky before she met me). It gradually goes on to more and more kinky things she does to please me, most of it in front or with me as well. Themes like deepthroat, anal, rough spanking, rimjob, spit in mouth, double penetration, gangbang and a lot of dirty talk. Not interested in toiletsex, bi, gay and cuckold degration. More how she turns in to a slut for me.

Hoping to hear from you!

Sharing Old Bob [MF] [Femdom, pegging] [Sissification]

(This is part three. Parts one and two were MM theme)

I should have known that my liaisons with Bob would be noticed. He had sent me home with a set of tools with removable handles. The file set handles were red and rubbery and surprisingly versatile for use as butt plugs, hidden in plain sight, or so I thought. I enjoyed inserting them in my ass and discovered I wasn’t as straight as I thought. I loved the penetration and fullness.

Bob had changed my life. My white-haired elderly neighbor had given me a tour of his garage a few weeks before, and I had ended up mesmerized by his bisexual porn stash and when he whipped out a veiny cock with an angry plum tip, I succumbed to lust and became his cocksucker. (See Old Bob)

Later, he invited me to relax on the couch in his garage and after a beer and another porn, I was again his slut. He got us both naked and worked his cock up my ass. For a man in his late 60s he was a virile lover. (See Old Bob, Again) Read more »

Neighbors [Femdom] [Masturbation] [No Sex] [Dry Humping] [Cheating]

It started with a snow storm. We were neighbors, each of us in an apartment complex across the street from one another. I met him when I first came to this city, both of us attending the same meetup group for newcomers to make new friends. Moving in during the winter wasn’t going to be fun, so it was nice to make some connections right off the bat. He was cute, funny and of a strange charisma that confused me — an appealing introvertedness. After we learned we were neighbors we connected right away. And during the next week when the snow and ice hit, we connected even more when the heat failed in my complex.

I felt awful asking him for such a thing but he agreed that I could spend time there and potentially spend the night as well. He was so kind. And the first night we spent time together was full of warmth, blankets, hot tea, shows and conversation. Much to my despair — he had a girlfriend. I would have fucked him that very night. I’ve never met a guy who would do such a thing for me. And we had gotten so close I would have assumed it was okay to go all the way. But he was dating a girl who was out of town for the holidays. Still, I enjoyed myself and loved having a friends and flirt partner — because we were certainly flirting with one another. Such a shame. I would have shown him so many things… things his girlfriend probably didn’t do. Having guys who were taller than me tied up and at my mercy was such a delight. Read more »

D&D T&A Level 1: the Barmaid & the Golden Bastard [MF]

It starts in a tavern. Always does, doesn’t it? Every adventure and every mistake starts in a tavern. Anything worth remembering starts here, but it all ends up washed away by the sweet, familiar sting of whiskey. No lessons learned that can’t be forgotten and learned again. Hell, I think I’ve forgotten more than I’ve ever known, but maybe that’s just the 5th ale talking. The tavern is where a hero begins and ends, and where their story lives eternal in songs sung and tankards raised.

Listen to me yapping on, waxing poetic and here you are wondering who the hell I am. Excellent question. My name’s Sunshine, but most folks call me Sunny for short. If you’re reading this you must be in my head. Not the safest place to be, I must warn you. And a bit crowded at that. The circumstances of my heritage are something of a taboo; I’m what’s called a tiefling. Tieflings are devil-blooded folks, everybody has a rotten apple somewhere on the family tree, only difference is devil blood infects the tree down to the last twig and leaf. Every child and grandchild of mine will be born with my horns and my mustard yellow skin. Read more »

Copping a Feel [M/F] [Oral] [Swallow]

“Ugh thank god we’re done,” I said to Jerome as I took off my apron. “Tips were shit tonight.”

He was washing his hands and flicked some water at me. “For real, dude. That 7-top completely stiffed me. $230 bill, the fucks.” He dried his hands with a paper towel and tossed it away. “Tom didn’t do shit.”

Tom was the manager. Young, short, rotund, definitely something to prove. He hated Jerome and didn’t hide it.

“That’s truly fucked,” I scoffed. “We need new jobs.”

“Yup. Hey, feel like getting a drink? It’s Karaoke night over at Preston’s.”

“Nah, not tonight. The new season of Mindhunter is up and I’m sucked in,” I said.

“Dude. It’s streaming. It’ll still be there at 2 a.m.,” Jerome snorted.

Really, I didn’t wanna go be his wingman. Girls *loved* Jerome. Tall, lightly olive skinned, cool jet black hair, that Maroon 5 pseudo-beard. He was a good guy, but he got all the ass when we went out. I’m not ugly. Tall, thin, reddish-blonde hair. I’m cute where he’s striking.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just..I dunno. I’d rather just go burn one and chill, ya know?” Read more »

I had sex with my mom PART 1

Hi guys I have a very very interesting story about my experience with incest, I really hope you enjoy.
Plus if you want to chat about it PM me
And I am going to do the main story in two parts (one couple before after the other) so keep up. Read more »

Blackmailing Amber (incest, dubcon)

Ben couldn’t believe what Charles had texted him. And he still wouldn’t, if it wasn’t for the slight fact that his friend had sent actual photos, irrefutable evidence to back his claims.

So, it was true. The cogs in his brain started spinning like crazy, until he arrived at a sinister plan of action. He smiled and got out of bed.

One door down from his was Amber’s room. His sister’s. Her door still had pony and rainbow stickers on it, and five different colored letters, forming her name.

She was such a sweet, innocent girl. Well, sweet to everyone except Ben. Even though she was younger, she was always a total bitch to her brother. Ratting him out to their parents when he stepped out of line, bad-mouthing him to every girl in town. Their mom and dad considered her the perfect child, a sweet little angel, but Ben always suspected it was all a charade. And now he had proof.

He twisted the knob and pushed the door open without knocking. Amber was sitting at her desk, watching something on her computer screen. She turned her head to see him. Read more »

Old Bob, Again [MM] [Age gap] [long] [smell fetish]

Meeting our elderly neighbors Bob and Ann should have been a small blip in my life. It had been a few weeks since the block party when white-haired Bob had invited me to tour his garage, and ended up showing me a bisexual porno from his stash. Somehow I had ended up on my knees in his garage, swallowing his cock.

Actually, I didn’t just swallow it. I had worshipped it. I knelt there and gazed at his 5 inches topped by a purple plum tip and couldn’t stop from inhaling his aroma. That is what freaked me out, my compulsion to keep smelling it, running the tip under my nose and inhaling his musky crotch and balls, and insisting he put his cock all the way in till it hit the back of my throat.

To make things worse, he had brought me to a powerful orgasm by French kissing me while playing with my cock and butthole. I kept telling myself I wasn’t gay, so how had that happened? How had I succumbed to an almost 70-year-old grandpa? I was happily married to a fit, attractive wife. I had let myself go a little, with some paunch, but overall I was active. In our lates 40s we led a typical life. Read more »

Taken During the Full Moon [M/F, Werewolf, NC]

She wakes as the sparse blanket is ripped away from her, leaving her naked to the cold air and hard, wooden floor. Her mind urges her to flee, an instinct of pure fear amidst a cloud of grogginess, but she’s both too slow and too resigned for either fight or flight. She had long ago learned that the sheer gulf in their strength and their statures was insurmountable, and so she positions herself to receive him as painlessly as possible. With any luck, it would be one of the quick nights.

Lifting herself onto all fours, she fights against her sluggish limbs to get into position herself before she’s forced into it instead. High overhead, she knows, the full moon shines down, like the eye of some perverted god watching his minion punish her.

The beast’s presence looms over and behind her, a ragged breathing that she can’t look at, doesn’t dare look at. Coarse fur presses against her raised ass a moment before she feels that same fur cover her back as the creature gets itself into position. The werewolf enters her from behind, as it always does. Dry and unaroused, her body resists fruitlessly as the beast’s self-lubricated cock splits her lips with ease, penetrating with a glancing blow that causes her to cry out in pain. The creature doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care. Read more »

Tamed Part 7.5: A Compromise

This is more of a semi-chapter. Smaller than others and without sex. Just posting it because I thought why the fuck not. Totally skippable if you’re only interested in the sex portion of my submissions.
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Alanah awoke early the next morning. Shifting her naked body to the side to see the blurry red numbers across her alarm clock reading 05:00. She groaned and wiped her messy red hair back behind an ear. She hadn’t woken up this early in years, way back when she was a teenager. Rubbing her pretty eyes softly she pouted her lips and repositioned herself to sit up on her large bed.

The darkened apartment was quiet, a drastic change from a number of hours ago when the flame haired beauty had come home coated in alcohol to hear the furious sexual screams of pleasure from her step-brother and best friend. She knew that right this second that Claire was cuddling up to me, feeling my body in her hands; that same burning jealousy was rearing its ugly head once more. As Alanah felt the sleep disappear she reached for her glasses and pushed them up her nose, an action which made her aquamarine eyes pop more than they usually would. Read more »