Category: eroticliterature

The Transformation Part 2 [fM][public][strangers][oral][dressing room][creampie]

Melissa stood silently in the department store, pretending to look at a pair of designer sunglasses. She was still new to living the life of a beautiful eighteen year old girl, and she was strutting around the women’s department trying to look as sexy as possible. She had gone out looking for some more dirty fun, and was looking the middle aged men up and down as they checked her out. After about half an hour, she noticed a man that she assumed was around fifty years old shopping with his teenage daughter.

She caught his eye and gave him a seductive smirk, biting her lower lip and batting her thick eyelashes as she played with her long, blond hair. The man, Melissa observed, was trying to focus on his daughter. Melissa’s fit young body seemed to draw his attention, however, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Read more »

The Train

You are standing behind me in the crowded train, your hand accidentally brushing against my thighs. The influx of people from each station pushes you closer and closer to me. I turn around to face you, and with each push from the crowd, my breasts press against your taut chest. You can feel my nipples poking against your shirt. And I can feel your growing erection grinding my inner thighs.

I free my hand of my handbag, and rub your crotch until your cock begs to be free. I tease your fly open, and you spring out to my delight.

My fingers play with your precum, and then I slide my skirt up my thighs. I guide your cock between my legs, and you start rocking your hips, with the help of the crowd. You can hear my muffled moans against your chest, and that only excites you more.

You grab your cock and jam it into my wet pussy and I cry out in sheer pleasure. Prying eyes see no more than a girl resting her head against her lover’s chest. Read more »

The Breakup Part I (M/F) (M/M/F)

The Breakup

By HotProduce5527

Part I: Her

They truly did love each other but it just wasn’t right, at least in that moment in time. For a year and a half they tried to make it work but their personal issues always got in the way. They just couldn’t communicate together and that made it nearly impossible to continue. He needed help and so did she. They both entered a dark time in their lives and all they could think of was how they wanted it to work but there was too much in the way. Maybe time would heal their wounds and they could try again but there was no way to know until at least a few months had passed and even then, there was no guarantee that it would ever work again. He asked her to wait just a couple more months so they could try again, but she couldn’t. They decided to cut their communication for a while to let the wounds heal and work on themselves but the pain persisted for both of them. Read more »

A Hotel Rendezvous (MF)

My heartbeat reverberated in my eardrums as I slipped out of my office on a rainy Wednesday evening. I strutted down the hallway and gently pushed the door to her office open. I entered quietly as she continued to lead her late night conference call. She had changed out of her usual work garb. Her tight grey leggings fit snugly to her thighs as she leaned back in her chair propping her left foot on her desk. Her turquoise sports bra, only slightly obscured by her workout top, left a hint of her protruding nipples brought forward by the over exuberant air conditioner. We lock eyes as I shuffle into the center of her office. My hand slides across her desk, plastic hotel key card in hand. “30 Minutes” I whisper to her as my hand retreats leaving the key behind. I turn and sneak out of her office, descend the stairs, pop open my umbrella and head out into the night.

The mechanical tone of the deadbolt retracting pierces the air. The handle plunges downward and the door cracks open. Her sopping wet frame slinks into the room. “I noticed that you forgot your umbrella today. Thought it might be fun to check out this hotel all the way across downtown! We better get you out of those clothes. Don’t want you catching a cold.” Read more »

Hot Summer Night – Part Two (MMF)

He lays on top of me and slowly guides his cock into my dripping pussy.  I don’t want to wait and I start to buck my hips up against him.  He firmly holds me down.  He threatens to get Muscle Man to hold me down so he can do whatever he wants.  I laugh, but secretly I hope he will do it. He takes slow and languid strokes.  It is maddening.  I want my cookie too, I want to feel him cum inside of me.  I can feel the orgasm growing. He hits me in all the right places, right to the back of my body.  I grasp at his hips, my nails digging into his skin. My pussy is tightening around his cock, he murmurs to me that I am so tight he can barely stand it.  I have myself locked so hard around his cock there is no uncoupling us. My body arches back and presses my breasts firmly against him, begging for his cum.  I know that I am running a big risk, potentially finding myself on Maury, DNA testing all the sailors on their ship. I can almost hear, “You are not the father!,” in my head.  It doesn’t matter.   I jerk and cum all over his cock, it is so intense after all the teasing and sucking. Read more »

My First Threesome with Husband [MFM] [Bi]

“You look incredible,” he said as he held the door to the lounge open for me.

“Thank you, darling,” I beamed. I felt like a million bucks in this slinky carmine dress that fit as if it was merely draped around me. My husband looked like a bearded James Bond in his first ever designer suit. I chuckled as I caught the coat check girl checking out his ass.

The lounge was of typical atmosphere but the magic of it was not lost on me. We were seated in a dimly lit corner at a forest green, crushed velvet couch with a small, crystal coffee table. Crystals hung from the ceiling and a three piece band played jazz softly on the other side of the room.

We each ordered an Old Fashioned that came with something unnecessarily smoking sticking out of it. We shared a laugh as we settled into the comfy couch. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I allowed my already crossed right leg to start rubbing against his.

“God, you look incredible,” he gushed, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Stop it!” I blushed, looking away from him. Read more »

Assertiveness Training [MF] [Fdom] [library]

A normally subby switch flexes her domme muscle to seduce a university librarian.

[Story on Literotica](https://literotica.com/s/assertiveness-training-2)

special thanks to [u/SubMeTender](https://www.reddit.com/u/SubMeTender/) for working through it with me and encouragement and to [u/PhoenixBratKat](https://www.reddit.com/u/PhoenixBratKat/) for giving it a once over.

[m/f masturbation, sex toys, voyeurism, cheating] Mr. Postman

“Goodbye, honey!” I say to my husband as he heads off to work, “…have a good day!” He peels out of the driveway and off down the street. Once his Porche is no longer in sight, I close the front door. I love my husband, but sometimes he bores me to death. We used to have such a great connection and a passionate relationship: sex two, sometimes three times a day after we first got married. Now it’s been a few years, and our relationship has fizzled out. Although, I really shouldn’t complain about my life. I have the kind of life that every cookie-cutter young woman aspires to have. We may not have any children, but my husband is the CFO of a large, successful company. We live in a quiet gated community. I’d call myself a housewife, but I’ve hired a housekeeper to do the cleaning and a cook to make our meals. I’m a trophy wife, really. All I have to do is keep up my appearance and socialize with the wives of my husband’s business partners every once in a while. Read more »

Christening the new bed [FF] [Butch/femme] [long] [oral sex] [strap-on]

[If you’re here for the sex, it starts at the XXXX :)]

“Babe that is totally unnecessary, don’t fuck it up” Taylor poked my back with the Allen wrench she was holding. We had spend weeks redecorating our new apartment, finally putting together a king sized bed as a finishing touch. The company sent little Allen wrenches to tighten the bolts but they were shitty aluminum garbage and barely worked so I broke out my fancy big kid tool box with a ratcheting screw driver and a million different types of screw bits for the project. Taylor poked me again as my screwdriver clicked the bolt into it’s proper tightness.

“Hey careful with that, it might break if you poke me too hard,” I chuckled as I moved to the next loose bolt, “They don’t make em how they used to!”

Taylor sighed, “I’m glad I have you then, handyman.”

“That’s handy-MA’AM to you, lady,” I drawled in my best Jersey accent.

“Oi, are ya gettin handsy with me chief?” Taylor said with her hands on her hips, mimicking a Brooklyn twang. Read more »

Not my Typical DJ Set (MF)

My radio station sponsored a party with a moderate sized EDM DJ, I was brought in to mix after the headliner finished. I got to the club while the opener continued to spin for the crowd, he was in the back with a few girls. I chatted with the DJ for a couple minutes before he headed on stage. After a while, one girl went out to join him after a giggled conversation with her friends.

I walked through a door and started up the stairs towards the DJ booth. I saw the girl kneeled in front of the headliner. Her coiled body moved back and forth and her dress was pulled low to show off her sexy cleavage. The DJ looked back, saw me on the stairs, and waved me over. Once next to him, I saw his dick was fully plunged into the woman’s mouth. My eyes met hers, and she backed up to blow me a kiss and flash a wink before returning to her blowjob. Read more »