Category: eroticliterature

The Assistant 1 [affair]

The company had hired his new assistant for him. He didn’t care as long as they met his requirements and could do the job. He got off the elevator and walked towards his office. He checked his email on his phone as he walked.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

Another last minute meeting. He shoved his phone into his pocket as he rounded the corner. He slowed a bit when he saw the woman sitting at the desk outside his office. He felt his heart rate increase and put on his poker face. He knew what she would have been told about him, so it was time to get to work.

He strode past her desk and unlocked his office.

“Morning,” he said, not looking at her.

“Good morning,” she replied cheerily.

*Oh, this will be fun, he* thought. He sat at his desk and started going through emails.His new assistant put a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked up at her.

“Black right?” she asked.

“Correct,” he said, and he took a sip. *Damn that’s good*, but he kept his poker face on. He raised his eyebrows as she still stood there. “Yes?” Read more »

A Long Time Coming – part 1 of ??? [MF}

*I’ve read many erotic stories on this subReddit that were based on the current pandemic. I figured I would write one myself. Having a busy life full of adulting responsibilities, I haven’t written a story for some years. My writing skills are horribly rusty, but it was one Redditor who inspired me to try again. I dedicate this story to* u/jolly_rancher82 *and I promise I will finish it.*

A Long Time Coming

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183 days since his first message to me on a social website.

That’s how long it took before I could get him here, in a hotel room, naked and incredibly erect.

He sat attentively on the edge of the bed with a hand gripping his hardened cock. I was naked as well, sitting in a leather chair, leaned back, with legs spread, and fingers exposing my wet sex to him.

We sat about six feet across from each other. That was the distance required for social distancing outside. But in this room, in this very moment, the distance was far too much for the magnetic attraction and sexual tension between us. This moment was a long time coming. Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 3 of 3 [FMM]

I didn’t think I could take another orgasm like that. I could lose consciousness, or something worse could happen and one of these men will have to call 911. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing!

I couldn’t figure out who did what, somehow, I ended on top of the friend, straddling right over his thick angry cock sheathed with a condom. My foggy mind cleared instantly when the drive of hard male cock slammed inside my sex again and pushed all the way until it hit my cervix. I responded with a gasp that was mixed with a scream. I looked down to see the friend gritting his teeth. His hands gripped my hips tightly, grounding me to him.

*Oh dear Lord, they weren’t finished with me yet.*

I tossed my head back, feeling myself struggling for breath. My body was slick with perspiration. The friend took full advantage of my exposed neck, nipping it, running his tongue up my neck to tug on my ear lobe with his teeth, sending more shivers down my back.

I heard a rip.

*Or was that a tear? Wait. That was the sound of another condom wrapper. Oh shit! He is not about to do what I think….* Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 2 of 3 [FMM]

The friend followed us, cursing under his breath about “that shit was good” while wiping my juices off his moustache and chin.

Lying on my side, I curled up with a pillow and watched the two men as they slowly undressed. I’ve always been fascinated by how, in general, men seemed to be very comfortable with their bodies. As the two men stood before me, I studied the unique differences of their bodies.

My lover’s body was well-toned with muscular arms, flat abdomen, shapely legs and calves. His smooth tawny skin was lightly covered with fine dark hairs on his chest, arms and legs. His cock stood long and fully erect, out from the thick brush of soft pubic hair.

His friend was obviously into body building. He had muscles that roped around his arms and legs. His chest was powerfully-defined and complimented with an abdomen that definitely fit the description of “washboard.” His warm mocha-colored skin was completely hairless. His hard cock was not as long as my lover’s but was thick and heavily veined.

“Gentlemen, you both look delicious” I complimented with a playful giggle. Read more »

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 24 (MF) (FF) (Oral)

The three remaining men all look at Anna then look at each other. “We want you one at a time,” the oldest one says. “Just because you’re incredibly good at pleasing more than one man doesn’t mean that’s how it has to be.”

Anna giggles and smiles, “Then who’s going first?” She lays on her side, stroking her breast and down her side, caressing her own curves, biting her lip, and moaning gently, though she is dying to cum after Kat denied her a finish.

“Me. I don’t want to wait any more,” the oldest one says, walking towards her, stroking himself. He’s bulky but not overly muscular. His thick cock swings as he walks.

“Well I do love a real go getter,” Anna giggles at him. “And what would you like to do with little old me?”

He grabs her and pulls her to the edge of the bed. “Get it good and wet so I can fuck those massive tits,” he says, pushing his cock toward her.

Anna grabs it and starts sucking the head. The man slaps her hand away.

“No hands,” he says. “Just your mouth.” Read more »

Repost: Menage – part 1 of 3 [FMM]

*“Meet me in the lounge bar at the Bond Plaza. And, wear something nice…underneath.”*

My lover’s instructions were simple and I clearly understood what he meant by “underneath.” In other words, wear one of my best lingerie outfits. But I as I left the cab and walked towards the glass doors of the exclusive hotel, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the special occasion? We had been seeing each other exclusively for about six months now. It wasn’t any kind of anniversary, nor was my birthday or any holiday coming up.

I smiled warmly at the portly doorman who greeted me and held a door open for me to enter. In the cavernous but elegantly decorated foyer, I felt a chill cascading down my back to the exposed lengths of my legs. The chill could have been caused by the brisk autumn evening breeze that followed me in. Or it could have been the anticipation I was feeling with my mind speculating what my lover had planned for us.

I turned in the direction of the hotel’s cocktail lounge and strolled across the marble floor that was polished to a high gloss. Wearing black stilettos, my stride was graceful. I felt confident that my feet wouldn’t slip, causing me to fall and thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more »

Repost: Commute [MF]

Sam Sheldon preferred to ride the city’s MetroRail system to and from work. The commute was only forty-five minutes one way. The railcars were often filled to the hilt with people, and the cleanliness was sometimes questionable. But the expense of maintaining a car and parking it in the city made riding the public railway system the most economical and sensible way to go.

The MetroRail had become more than a means of transportation for him. Each railcar became a mobile temple where he could meditate on his mundane life, and hope to find some sort of enlightenment. He thought about his marriage and his wife, who was emasculating and sexually distant. He thought about his two teenage sons, spoiled by the privilege of living in the suburbs and not having to work for the material things they wanted. He thought about his home with its overwhelming spaciousness and expensive décor. He thought about his demanding boss at the architectural firm he worked, and the clients who were unrealistic and unyielding in their deadlines. Read more »

Repost: Eclipsys [MF]

Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.

Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.

She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.

She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.

“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice. Read more »

Repost: Samara’s Way [MF]

*My first erotica story written in 2005.*

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Samara’s Way

“Damn it, Sam! Three months till the wedding and I haven’t even selected the menu yet!”

Samera sat quietly on the soft leather couch and watched in amusement as her sister searched frantically from room to room.

“What are you looking for, Joy?” she asked while popping a green apple jelly bean into her mouth.

“My caterer, Zeke, is coming over and I have to find my planning folder. I have to give him the menu selections.”

*Zeke. What a weird name for a man.* Samera thought to herself as she chewed the candy, savoring its luscious mixture of sweet and sour tastes.

Her sister stopped abruptly in front of her. She had her hands poised on her hips and her face was contorted with aggravation.

“You’ve seen my planner, haven’t you Sam?”

“Nah,” Samera replied. “It’s my eyes, remember? You said earlier that they’re getting bad due to me getting old.”

“You’ve only turned 35, Sam. Damn, can’t you take a joke?” Read more »

Hands that Hurt, Hands that Heal

Arms stretch out, eyes surveying hands, fingers. Memories recorded with every touch. Works of art traced across the skin with fingertips for paint brushes.

Hands discover every inch turning strangers into lovers. They get lost in the tangles of hair. Fingertips once again so gently tracing the curves and bends of neck. The back of a hand caressing smoothly over cheek. Reassurance as a palm closes, fingers lacing over throat. A pause in motion to feel a quickening pulse.

So much power to be had by the hands. Power to hurt, power of pleasure. Power to heal, to love, to kill. How I long for those hands that can give birth to my pleasure through pain.