Category: eroticliterature

[M4F] Let me write erotica for you

Hello there.

Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to have a story written specifically for/about you? Catered to your every whim and desire? Reading about yourself in a story as if you were actually there performing the actions only in your minds eye?

It’s okay to dream. It’s okay to fantasize. Let the only limits be your creativity.

If you’re interested in having something written for you; message me and let me know the idea you have. Be ready to answer questions about your inquiry! If I’m going to write it about/for you… I need details.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Step Sister Corruption Part I

Author’s note:

Please be aware this is a story of complete fiction. All characters are completely made up and over the age of 18.

Comment if you want to read more.

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Step Sister Corruption Part I

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I awoke feeling completely dazed and confused…and for good reason…I got kicked out of bed.

I turned my head to the offender who kicked me out of bed…a swaying girl who had her mascara running down her cheeks from the obvious crying she has been doing.

I looked at the girl, “What the fuck Kelly?”

Kelly, who stood a whopping foot shorter than me, retorted to my comment, “What is it with you fucking men?”

Now I’m confused. Us men?

I guess I should give some back story.

Kelly and I have known each other since the age of 4 when her dad and my mom started seeing each other. Then at age 6 they married each other and Kelly and I became step siblings.

My mom is a youtube/instagram star in her youth and had various contracts/sponsors to where she lived modestly. Read more »

“YOU’LL SEE”- a dance date!!

Shweta!! my senior in college, a sweet and calm girl; I was glad that I got connected with her in my first 3 months of training at the company I had joined as a program associate. It was a college-placement norm that seniors placed in corporates would align with final-years who are shortlisted for final rounds of interviews, and Shweta had helped me in understanding the demands of the role I was going to be interviewed for. Later that week, I sent a long thanking note, after phoning her, to give the good news.

In the first week at the office in Bangalore, I didn’t get to meet her at all, since she was working at her client’s office. The first week was boring since all my fellow-joinees were kind of over sincere and professional, while I was disappointed, having high expectations of fun in the new city (I was originally from Nagpur). And I had a break up with my girlfriend of two years, since she had travelled abroad for higher studies, we had both expected that to happen anyways since she wouldn’t be able to compromise on her career, and we both knew how well long distance works. Read more »

My Best Friend Pt. 1

Author Notes:

I wrote this series some years ago on a different site as a gag with a friend to see who could get the most comments. Needless to say my friend won the gentleman bet but it did awaken an appreciation for those who write stories.

I thought I’d revive this story to see if people would be interested in this particular story. So those who read please be kind in my story telling and ignore my first attempt in my first time writing with the obvious grammar errors.

If you want to read more please comment.

Side note: please be aware all characters are o”completely made up and complete fiction with characters being over 16.

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MY BEST FRIEND PART I

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The Adventures of Showing Off My (M43) Wife (F40), Part Two (of 7)

FORWARD – For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved showing off my wife. When we were younger she was must less reluctant than she is now, as weird as that may sound. Today, she’s 40 years old and as vibrant sexually as she’s ever been.

On a trip about seven years ago was when she first let me take a few photos of her in various forms of undress. It was a huge turn-on for me. It continued to expand some over the next few years.

Reading part one is not necessary, but it helps with the build-up of the story.

***Part Two***

My wife coming into her own sexually as she approached 40 made me the happiest man.

Truth be told, aside from when we started dating and were newlyweds, it’s the most sex we’ve had with one another. For about a six or seven year stretch we were lucky if we had sex twice a month….and some months that might be pushing it. But so is life with young children.

Finally, Ashley was not only feeling confident again, but she was also ready to go almost as much as I was. Read more »

He came to me (PART II) erotic short story by Disa Faaz, chapter 10

I am pushed against the door, my hands are pinned up, and his fingers are moving inside of me. I am so wet, and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me… again.

He grabs me by the hair and kisses me deeply, then he gets away. 

A few moments later, I am tied up and I hang by the wall, his gaze on my naked body.

I close my eyes. He tells me to look at him. I keep my eyes closed, it’s too much I can bear. 

I feel him coming closer to me, he touches my breasts, then slowly kisses my neck. Then I get a hard slap on my ass and I instantly open my eyes and turn. He has a paddle, with the words SLUT on it. And he’s going to use it on me. The thought gets me wetter. And a little bit scared. How hard is it going to hurt?

He tells me that he will give me 50 slaps and that I will be the one counting them. If I miscount or stop counting, the number will double. Read more »

I Fuck my Dog Sitter in her apartment . [MF] [Fiction]

“You need to go meet the client in Gothenburg!” said the boss , everything was good other than my dog Allen . It was a true dilema where do I leave him ?? Not any friends who would keep him nor any family . I even considered asking someone else to fill in , but after quickly browsing the internet . I found a dog sitter not far away , positive reviews beyond belief . Upon contacting her she told me to meet her at her apartment .

The next day , after work I decided to go meet her ensuring that she was to take good care of Allen . I ringed her doorbell , I didn’t expect much but from the door emerged an average sized girl with pure black hair , deep blue eyes , well defined curves , wearing a grey sports bra and short yellow shorts with pink flowers . I was dumbfounded at the pure beauty set in front of me . Stuttering I somehow managed to say “I contacted you yesterday for my dog” .

“Yeah , I remember” she said nodding . Read more »

Kitty, Part 5: Meet the Parents

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1e7ft/kitty_part_1_the_perfect_wife_ageplay_roleplay/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1i2c5/kitty_part_2_the_glory_hole/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1u275/kitty_part_3_the_real_thing_at_last/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2j96k/kitty_part_4_a_family_affair/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

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Grant Rose had been my friend since I started college. Together we’d been the star students of the English department. Afterwards I’d become a writer and he a professor at our slam mater. We also had a uniting interest in fucking. Not each other… usually, but women. My high school girlfriend Regina was two years behind me and I was a young and dumb kid so I cheated like crazy. When Regina started at the school, her roommate Portia Campbell led her down a similar path of infidelity. Eventually after the very-true rumors about Regina blowing my mentor Professor Klein in his office got back to me, we had a talk. I knew that I was supposed to mad but instead I was turned on. We fucked so loud the neighbors called the cops on us. Soon Grant, Portia, Regina, and I became something of an inseparable foursome. Not just sexually. Regina and Portia got pregnant around the same time. My daughter Amira and Grant’s daughter Katrina were born two weeks apart. When she was still in daycare, Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans so they started called her Kitty and the nickname stuck. Amira and Kitty has grown up the best of friends. Like sisters. And after they turned 18 they got closer than sisters. Lovers. Kitty had a voracious sexual appetite and awakened in Amira a nymphomania not dissimilar to her mother’s. Soon, through a glory hole mix-up, I had become Amira’s first male sexual partner. Then Kitty became like a living sex toy for my wife and I. Then she helped bring my sexual relationship with Amira out of the anonymity of the glory hole and got my wife involved too. It had been an eventful couple of days. Read more »

The Virgin’s Panties-Naughty girl Kate finally gets her first fucking

The air outside had gone from mild to crisp, which worked out perfectly for her outfit plans. She fumbled in her closet through numerous t-shirts, tank tops and blouses until she felt it in the very back. Delicately, she pulled the white cashmere sweater off its fancy hanger (plastic just wouldn’t do, for this was the fanciest of her fancy sweaters) and pulled it over her head. 
Kate sauntered over to the corner to consult with the full length mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she examined the reflection of her long, soft frame from every angle. “Oh, this will do just fine” she thought to herself approvingly as she carefully arranged her 36C breasts in her black satin bra, as to take full advantage of her sweater’s deep v-neckline. Kate wasn’t usually the type to put her tits on display, but tonight was different. It was their one month anniversary. Tonight was the night. Even though it would have seemed childish to admit out loud, she couldn’t help but think to herself, “this is the last time I’ll leave the house a virgin”.  Read more »

Submissive Synthetic [F/M]

Air traffic swarmed the skyline outside of the balcony bar I found myself at. Towering skyscrapers where stacked together, blocking out the starlit sky with neon glows and oppressive concrete. Surely somewhere in that endless sprawl there was at least one man with an unhealthy need to dick me down like a fleshlight. Was I really not going to find a single one here?

“On behalf of the human race I just want to apologize for your mistreatment. It isn’t right you have to work all the time just for your upkeep costs. We should do something! The authoritarian corporate regime must be destroyed! I’m pro synthetic rights, I think you guys should be running the country.”

That was Dave, definitely not me. He really meant well but Dave here thought android rights was a stimulating topic for speed dating. I had to disagree. Did a synthetic woman ever fall for this? It wasn’t working on myself that’s for sure. Or maybe he just likes to talk about that stuff. Statistically I should have found a suitable partner by now. The next guy looked promising, I just needed to buy time. Read more »