Category: eroticliterature

Hormonal Simone, Part 2 [F/f] [interracial]

(For character introductions and context read Part One)

Shopping didn’t happen that weekend, or the next. The memory of being watched in the shower faded, not forgotten, but tucked away. The girls were over for another Saturday and Simone remembered the thought of shopping. Anna instead asked about getting a mani/pedi together and they agreed.

At the nail salon Simone and the girls enjoyed being pampered. Anna had bright pink nail polish applied to her petite fingers and toes, and Simone did her signature yellow. Tanisha opted for clear. “Ah, you’re no fun!” Anna exclaimed, then smirked, “Not like your mom,” and playfully tapped Simone’s wrist. Simone felt a jolt in her loins. What was wrong with her? It was just a playful tap! From a teenage girl!

Back at home the girls were studying for mid-terms downstairs and Simone, intent on not repeating that shower show with Anna, worked on her laptop in her room with the door shut, wearing baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt. No more cracking doors with Anna around. No more walking around in a towel. Read more »

Hormonal Simone, Part 1 [F/f] [solo] [ebony]

Like any normal afternoon Simone Brooks heard her daughter slam the door and toss her backpack on the kitchen table before rummaging in the kitchen. Working from home had been challenging, but it at least gave her time with Tanisha, who would be graduating soon. Simone sighed and looked into her computer monitor-noticing her own reflection. Had it really been 18 years? Her daughter had grown up so quickly.

Tanisha came bounding up the stairs and down the hall to the office. Simone seemed to notice her for the first time. Tanisha was tall, her new braids in a cute ponytail with a loose wisp framing her face. She was a bit sweaty, still in her blue and white volleyball uniform. The white accent stripes highlighted Tanisha’s light brown skin. Simone knew the boys kept an eye on her daughter’s frame. Athletic shoulders, proud breasts, narrow waist, and that extra booty graced to black women the world over. Read more »

She Makes My Sexting Fantasy Come True, But Not The Way I Expect [FM]

I walk in the front door, drop my bag and coat at my feet, and head straight for the bedroom. We’ve been texting each other increasingly filthy messages over the past two hours… vivid descriptions of me pinning you down on the bed, straddling your face and pushing my cock down your throat… Pulling a handful of your hair while I fuck you from behind, fingering your ass, making you scream dirty words and beg for my cum. I eventually couldn’t take it anymore, ended up leaving early, driving home as fast as I could, planning to make good on every promise I’d made over the last couple hours.

I throw off my shoes outside the bedroom, push the door open and look to your spot on the bed, expecting you to be waiting for me exactly how I described…legs spread, nipples hard through that black lace bra, one finger running lightly over your clit through that skimpy new thong.

Instead I see you standing next to the bed, rearranging the pillows up against the headboard, wearing the black thong I asked for, and a strappy black bra unlike anything I’ve seen you wear before. “You went shopping?” I ask as I cross the room quickly, grabbing your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other, pulling you into a kiss, your tongue pushing deep into my mouth. Read more »

happy birthday (mf, vanilla, romantic monogamy) part 2

I look into your eyes. I smell the whiskey on your breath. You might be just tipsy enough to enjoy what’s coming next.

“Well I’m going to have to close the windows for your present…”

“Fine by me!” You lean back, putting your hands behind your head, and crossing one leg on your knee.

A few months ago, we watched a few tutorials on how to do a strip tease. We had laughed so hard we cried, practicing in front of the TV to 90’s R&B. We hadn’t talked about it since then. But I rewatched the tutorials last week. I didn’t practice much, because doing a strip tease for myself in the mirror was… Weird. But I hoped you’d appreciate the effort, anyways. Maybe you’d be too distracted by the lacy things I was wearing to notice how terrible the dance was.

I ordered a set in your favorite color on me–black. It’s a full set: push up bra, garter belt and fishnet stockings, and a teeny tiny G-string. I’m wearing it all under a pretty nondescript t-shirt and jeans (hence your confusion) to heighten the surprise. Read more »

happy birthday (mf, vanilla, romantic monogamy) part 1

September first: the day you were born. I know you say that birthdays are just another day, and that your age is just a number, but I am happy to know that on this day so many years ago, you came into the world. I want you to feel my happiness, too.

It’s a Friday, so I know you might not be home until late. You usually go out with the guys on Fridays. And when we had dinner with your brother last weekend, you said that was all you wanted for your birthday: for it to be normal. But I decided to put up decorations in the kitchen after you fell asleep on Thursday, anyways. When your alarm goes off on Friday, I’m already out of bed; you find me naked in the kitchen, making coffee.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” I say quietly, in a bit of a sing-song voice. You’re squinting in the lights, and take the coffee I’m offering you out of my hands and put it back on the counter. You press me to you. I giggle and wrap my arms around your neck. “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!” I kiss both your cheeks. Read more »

Spanked by mommy. [MF, punishment]

My mother would spank me as a child but nowhere near as much as I my mother did. There were several times throughout elementary school in which she did but there were a good few years in which she didn’t, until I reached the end the final year of middle school and tested her limits soundly.
At this point I ran away from home because I was fed up with her and the rest of my family, feeling misunderstood and never having felt as though I belonged with them, I figured I’d rather start a completely new life on my own, even if it means having to leave everyone and everything behind. I remember just wanting to slit my wrists so badly.
By the time nightfall came my efforts proved futile and so I headed back home after being gone for an entire with no word to anyone.

When I made it home there was no one there. The tv was on as were the lights; I found it strange no one was there, though I figured they were searching for me so they’d be back soon.

And alas, they arrived. Read more »

The Assistant 8 [affair]

Kylie sat at her desk getting caught up with emails when Anthony came in the next morning. She brought him his coffee without saying a word. They didn’t speak until Anthony’s wife came in. Kylie recognized her from the photos in his office.

“Hello Mrs. Lawson,” Kylie greeted. Anthony popped out of his office and saw his wife.

“Hey,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe we could go to lunch,” she said and she kissed him. Kylie looked away and returned to her work.

“Sure,” he said.

“Ms. Stephens, this is my wife Audrey,” Anthony introduced. Kylie extended her hand and shook Audrey’s.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said.

“Pleasure to meet you too,” Audrey said. “I had to meet you after Tony told me what happened at the conference with Seth.”

“Oh,” Kylie said, her face turning red.

“Oh honey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” Audrey reassured. “I could not stop laughing. Someone finally put him in his place.”

Kylie forced a smile.

“Well, we should go get some lunch,” Anthony said and he ushered his wife toward the hall. Read more »

Spanked by daddy. [MM, punishment]

When I was a child my parents would spank me ruthlessly. Anytime I displeased them, especially my father, they’d call me to a room, make me bend over and proceed to spank my ass.
My father was especially notorious for it, spanking us no matter how minor the offense. He was a child in regulating his emotions but nothing anyone ever said could get through to him. He believed himself righteous and so he’s never changed.

One day, after my report from school had shown I’m failing each and every one of my classes he felt the need to discipline me, despite never having finished school himself, and even to this day struggling with elementary level math, but I digress.
He had sat somberly in his living room with a few of his sisters with whom he was contemplating my punishment and they were all in agreement despite the rarity of my pleasant mood that I need to get my ass SPANKED.

He called me to his room and though tears were already starting well in my eyes there was something hot which washed over me, a little voice appearing in the back of my head, whispering to me,
“If he’s gonna spank me over anything then I may as well ENJOY it!” Read more »

So does bitch wanna make me a sandwich?

They laid there together, their pale bodies reflecting the translecent moon light. All was calm and peaceful. The sheets only partially covered them. Afterall, last night was magically wild. He decided to break the silence; to say something that would make her laugh and love him more. He opened his lips to ask “So does bich wanna make me a sandwich!??”. She shot him 27 times in the torso.

Trying to find very interesting story (reluctant, swingers, cuckold, ir)

I am looking for this story for a while now, it is a story where a husband describes his vocation I think in Vegas, where he and his wife met another couple who took them to a swinging club or something and they all got drugged and he ended up watching his wife get fucked by some foreign guy who was following his wife the whole night.

That guy didnt speak english well and ended up cumming inside wife unprotected. I think that the title of the story is only one word, and its something wierd that the foreign guys says to a husband before cumming in his wife, I might be wrong about that tho.
The story is from literotica probably

If anyone knows the name of the story it would be soo cool if you could tell me or share a link in comments.