Category: eroticliterature

The Glorious Layover [tFM]

It was already eleven PM, local time, well past their scheduled arrival when Tabitha and her crewmates wheeled their carry-ons through the C Terminal. Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, normally bustling and bursting with throngs of passengers, had turned into a gleaming empty palace of marble and glass, haunted by automated notices that never stopped. *Don’t leave bags unattended. If you see something, say Something.* Standing on the conveyor belt, she watched the airport pan to the right in slow motion, like she had stepped out of time.

The *clop clop clop* of Tabitha’s black heels filled the silent void as she resumed her walk with short, brisk steps, the tight blue pencil skirt preventing her from taking longer strides. Still, she loved the airline uniform, tailored perfectly for her slender hips and waist. The blazer puckered *just the right way* at her chest to command the eyes of male passengers, and the envy of women. She felt like a goddess.

“Are you staying at the W?” Charlene asked at the taxi stop. The yellow minivan was half full with the crew and Tabitha was the last one on the sidewalk. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 4 – Agatha [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Orgy][Oral]

**Agatha**

The last night I dreamt I was a scorpion.

Should I ask for my horoscope? No, that is not necessary; my stars are brighter than ever. Madre de Dios, I am the bright star!

Was it to foretold I will join two other pairs of legs, treading towards unsuspecting prey? Because that´s why I´ve got the reminder all of the sudden.

“On my mark!”

Ellen takes the command as true gringa looking down on darkies and as a true madam looking down on her whores. Ruffled brown hair doesn´t do any harm to the image, neither does the underwear with purple flowers she wears as much as possible.

Irene, our untypical Eskimo, looks at me.

“On your mark, Agatha.”

I winked over bed of Ursula. The leech was sleepy still when she went to the today´s lunch and the Sunday meal for the privileged ones made her dead-beat. Her slumber remained undisturbed neither by us conversing, nor by the singing of absent floozie-pal.

“Can we?”, asked Ellen angrily. Read more »

Having Some Brie, Chapter 6 [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i5648g/having_some_brie_chapter_5_fm_incest_brothersister/)

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Drew asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“What?” I asked as I sat down on the seat next to him. As usual, Brie found a seat on the bus next to one of her friends. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“There’s something about you…” Drew scratched his chin. “It’s like that glow that pregnant women have, y’know? Except you’re a teenage dude who’s probably not pregnant.”

“Probably,” I agreed dryly.

“I dunno, you just… I haven’t seen you like this *ever*. You haven’t even been *happy* since before, well, y’know. The whole thing over the summer.” He scratched his head awkwardly, unsure of how to address my parents’ divorce in casual morning conversation. I grunted in response.

“Well, my mom got a new job,” I said as if to answer him. “Pays more than both the jobs she has right now, and fewer hours too.”

“Oh, neat. Is that what you were talking about last night?” I nodded. “Gotta say, I thought it was gonna be some wild shit. Like your mom stalking your dad in her free time or something.” Read more »

In Mrs. Reno’s room (FM) (Pegging) (Rape)

“This was the worst day!” Said David to his friend Kevin. “Why?” asked kevin. David responded with “I got a F in spanish! My dad is going to kill me!” Kevin looked surprised. David was the one of the best students in school. How could he have flunked Spanish! “How! You’re one of the smartest people I know!” David just looked down at the pavement. Mrs. Reno was David’s favourite teacher. “I have to go in for a meeting with her to talk about why I got an F in her class,” said David in dismay. Kevin said. “At least you get to look at Mrs. Reno for an hour or so,” Kevin knew why David liked Mrs. Reno so much because she was a very young and busty teacher. She had started working at the college since the beginning of the school year. She was around 24. She was a smooth skin Latina. David broke from his moment of self pity and said “Yeah your right.” Kevin felt happy at the thought that he was able to cheer up his friend. They said goodbye to each other. David went to Mrs. Reno classroom for his detention and Kevin went home. David walked to 2a to meet Mrs. Reno. When he entered her classroom he found he behind her desk wearing a black long-sleeve shirt and a short skirt that barely went down to her knee. She also had her hair in a bun. Her shirt was a. V-cut, so he was able to see her cleavage. “Ah. David…” soothed Mrs. Reno. “I see that you have decided to come here instead of just running off to avoid your detention,” she said in her usually spanish accent. She stood up to grab him a chair. She motioned him to sit down as she grab her chair and placed it in front of him. “Do you know why I’m giving you a detention?” Questioned Mrs. Reno. David responded with “Because I got a F in Spanish Mrs. Reno,” Mrs. Reno turned around to grab some papers and turned to face David once again. “No David, that isn’t why I held you after school. It’s…” she stops half way through her statement seemingly trying to recollect herself. “it’s because I can see the way you look at me,” David sat in his chair a bit stunned, but before he could form a response to her sentence. “I know that you are an eighteen year-old, but you can’t just eye me from across the room, okay.” She said as she looked at him with a disappointed look on her face. “Uh…um…” shuttered David “It’s because your just to good looking Mrs. Reno,” Mrs. Reno shocked her head at David. “I know that you look down south, okay David,” she started to talk a bit softly as she continued to speak.”I know that you have been trying to look down my shirt and up my skirt,” David started to get worried. He thought that he was going to get in some deep trouble. “Well…you do know the rules and guidelines that this college has for inappropriate behavior, right?” David sighed heavily and nodded. “You know that since you broke the school rules I should expel you, but…” Mrs Reno trailed off. “I will let it off this time, but…you have to do me a favour. David was extremely happy, so without hesitation he blurted out “YES!” Mrs. Reno smiled softly at David. “Great! Now I want you to lay on your stomach and close your eyes,” David quickly followed his teacher’s instructions. He closed his eyes and laid on the table that was only a couple of feet away. He heard the door to the classroom close and Mrs. Reno walk up to him and place her soft and smooth hands on his back. She slowly took off his shirt and began to massage his back. He felt her fingers press into him. She continued for a couple more minutes before she slipped her fingers down towards his pants and slowly took them off. She moved towards her desk leaving him on the table. He heard her take something out of her desk and she walked back over to the table. He felt her tie him down the table. When she was down he soon felt a cold liquid being poured on his ass. He tried to look up to see what she was doing, but couldn’t because the way she tied him down made it unable for him to lift his head. Read more »

[MM] Orc Breeding: A collection of kinky illustrated erotic stories

Orc Breeding is a collection of erotic fiction about orcs — strong, powerful warriors, whose tribes are spread throughout the land — and the men they take for their own. They pillage. They make alliances. And some of them even love.

Some of the men in these stories are more than willing to be taken by — or take — these muscular, sweaty, green-skinned brutes. Some need a little convincing to enjoy their captivity. And some are bound, humiliated and made into their captors’ playthings. But rest assured that all these men experience the hard, raunchy, homosexual rutting that helps to perpetuate the orcish tribes.

In Orc Breeding you will find plenty of explicit gay and kinky content, you must be 18 or older to play it. Contains various fetishes (which are indicated at the start of each story), so reader discretion is advised.

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When a witch rides her broomstick (mf) – an excerpt

Maya tied a bunch of fresh heather to the end of her broomstick, the wooden handle soft with age, and began sweeping the floors of the Traveler’s Inn and Tavern. She hummed while she worked, and when she brushed over thresholds she muttered the words her late mother taught her:

see wicked out,
show worthy in,
as outside, so within.

Dustmotes swirled through the air, dancing with the breeze that filtered in through open windows. Rhoda and Zale, her two darling cats, watched her from the sunspots where they laid. “Excuse me, please,” Maya said softly to them. “I’d like to sweep the floor there now.” The cats yawned and stretched before moseying off to find another place to nap. Maya opened the front door and swept the last of the dirt outside, careful not to soil the comfrey and dill that bordered the pathway.

When the broomstick fell from her hands and clattered on the ground, she did not stoop to retrieve it. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the depths of the woods that enshrouded the tavern. She smiled when at last she saw Zephyr running towards her, knowing Corbin wasn’t far behind. “Hello good boy,” she cooed as she dropped to her knees to hug her four-legged friend. His kisses were sloppy and she giggled as she tried half heartedly to push him away. Read more »

Taken – Part Seven

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

After he left, I took a shower and then cleaned the whole place. Then I took another shower. I was happy to finish in time to be able to lay down for a little bit. I hit the bed and fell asleep.

I was woken up by him groping me and his friend looking at me asking “what can I do with her?” He pinched my nipple and said “anything. Your STD/STI reports came back clean so she’s yours to use.” He seemed a lot more shy than the man that took me was. He almost was hesitating but then I hear “don’t just lay there, take his dick out and get him hard.” I reach for his pants and unzipped and unbuttoned them, pulling out his soft small cock. I took him in my mouth sucking until he started to get harder and bigger. Read more »

A secret trip to surprise you!

You just left class. Headed back to your room. Missing the kids. Missing the grumpy bear of a man you love. On your way up the elevator you imagine if he was with you now. Holding your hand, arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. The doors open and you let out a sigh. If only. With dinner in hand you walk into your room, set your things down on the desk , and head to the closet area to remove the monkey suit. Slipping off piece by piece, you feel unsettled. Is someone behind you? You turn and gasp. It’s Will. “What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Questions just race out in confusion. I put my hand over your mouth to silence you and motion for upsies. You jump into my arms and squeeze. Your face nuzzled right into my neck. I whisper… “all answers in due time, but for now lie down on the bed.” Read more »

Quarantined Quartet: Meet the New Neighbors (group) (kinky) (playful)

Day 21 of Quarantine

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Cade

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It’s difficult to tell if it feels like the quarantine has just begun or if it’s been ages. The same could be said for the part of myself I’ve accessed the past few weeks. It’s always been there, but I feel like I’m getting to know myself better each day.

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It’s midday, and it’s sunny. I have embraced my desire to order and control. Using my loft mates, I’ve crafted a scene out of the depths of my sexual imagination. I have directed Ashley and Will to use Veda however they please.

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The couple has chosen a daring, exhibitionist scenario. The weather outside calls for the windows to be open, sending a warm spring breeze through the loft. They also elect to leave the windows untreated, the shades and curtains pulled up and tucked away. They’ve gathered on our couch, which sits under a set of two large window openings.

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