Category: eroticliterature

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 21 (MMMF)

Anna turns to face the nine men waiting and smiles. “So which three of you want me first?” she giggles, sits up onto her knees, and rubs her breasts, teasing them endlessly.

“About fucking time,” the black man who had been put down by Kat pushes himself past the other men, stroking himself as he walks over to her.

Without a word he grabs her head pushes his swollen member into her mouth. He puts his hand around her throat and starts fucking her mouth hard, drool streaming from her lips almost instantly.

“Hey, easy on the merchandise,” Bruce warns him.

He grunts and eases up a bit, clearly annoyed but knowing he shouldn’t fight.

“Better,” Bruce says, letting him know he will not be letting him get out of hand.

“Anybody else going to join or are you all going one at a time now?” Kat chides from her seat, her wet slit glistening between her wide spread legs. “I thought I was getting dinner and a show here.”

Two smaller men come forward. Anna takes each of their cocks in her hand and begins stroking. Read more »

Gym – woman finds multiple partners at the gym when her boyfriend decides to play around.. [FMMMM] [exhib] [group]

Cindy was ready for the weekend. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as she drove to the Gym. The physical exertion would help get her tired out, a refreshing shower and a good nights sleep should finish the job.

Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday.

The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with ‘Matt’s Plumbing’ painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside.

Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. “Hi dear.” She waved at him. Read more »

A good morning…

Laying behind you, I awake to your morning beauty. Strands of hair drape over your face. I move to brush them aside and see you smile, seemingly subconsciously as my fingers graze your soft skin. Your beauty is a true sight to behold. Still naked underneath, I can feel my throbbing morning desire being held by your soft silky thighs. I moan slightly as you move one leg up and down, gripping me between. Your head on my other arm and gripping my hand, I am trapped.

I bite my lip, attempting to restrain my moans as you seem to know exactly what you’re doing. I look down at you catching you quickly shut your eyes as you feign being asleep. I know how to play this game as well as I position the tip of my cock just between your folds. The more you move, the deeper it sinks and soon the tip is pressing against your clit. I begin to move my hips, sliding myself between your ever-glistening lips, making sure to rub it lightly against your perfect Pearl driving you insane. Read more »

Summer house…continued

I found myself in my forties and single again.  It was coming up onto the summer and I rallied a few of my other single friends to go and rent a summer house right on the beach and relive our young and dumb years.  I got five other of my friends to go in on the rental which allowed us the money to rent a house right on the beach and it also had an inground swimming pool and a kick ass party ready backyard.  It had enough rooms so we all had our own bedrooms and it was a spectacular house that would put any of our living quarters to shame. 

Memorial day weekend came quickly and we were standing in a beautiful beach house on that Friday before Memorial day.  All of us invited whom we wanted to and the only ground rules we made were to not allow any girlfriends over for the weekends.  We agreed that there was enough weekday spots to entertain our own girlfriends or significant others as two of my friends were gay, one openly and the other still in the closet.  We also reserved the weekdays for the times where anybody wanted to entertain their children.  We were setting up the weekends up for party central and for what happened over the weekends never was talked about after the fact. Read more »

Formulating Thoughts

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Summer House part1

I found myself in my forties and single again.  It was coming up onto the summer and I rallied a few of my other single friends to go and rent a summer house right on the beach and relive our young and dumb years.  I got five other of my friends to go in on the rental which allowed us the money to rent a house right on the beach and it also had an inground swimming pool and a kick ass party ready backyard.  It had enough rooms so we all had our own bedrooms and it was a spectacular house that would put any of our living quarters to shame. 

Memorial day weekend came quickly and we were standing in a beautiful beach house on that Friday before Memorial day.  All of us invited whom we wanted to and the only ground rules we made were to not allow any girlfriends over for the weekends.  We agreed that there was enough weekday spots to entertain our own girlfriends or significant others as two of my friends were gay, one openly and the other still in the closet.  We also reserved the weekdays for the times where anybody wanted to entertain their children.  We were setting up the weekends up for party central and for what happened over the weekends never was talked about after the fact. Read more »

Helping out my Boyfriend’s Roommate

Backstory:
My boyfriend is what you consider an essential worker so whenever a lot of people, like me, get to stay at home he is out there working every day. Well coincidence has it, his roommate is also one of those people that stays home. Me and my boyfriend have been together for three years so I basically live at his place as its a thousand times better than my cramped little studio apartment. His roommate, Mark, has always been nice enough. I know he has always taken alit interest in me, that one time we all went to the pool together last summer he couldn’t help but take a peek at my ass, I guess I have to thank the gym for that. Now, while I see him every time I come around my Bfs place, me and my boyfriend tend to do our own thing in his room and the roommate does his thing in his room. Well as the quarantine started there was only so much I can do in my boyfriends room without running into Mark. One day we both find ourselves in the kitchen, I had just taken a shower and wanted to fix myself a little snack. I was wearing my tight booty shorts and loose t shirt, but I didn’t think too much of it. As I was fixing my food, I reach down the cabinets for a plate and as I turn around. Saw Mark, who was clearly checking me out for a split second. “Hello there, hungry are you?” he said trying to play off he was just staring at my behind. “Sure am” I say as we make a little chit chat and I scoot past him and go back into my Bfs room. “Did he really just check me out again” I asked myself. But even more so, why did I like it? Read more »

Detective Gorgeous #1

Detective Gorgeous #1

Once upon a time there was an old super hero staying at a hospital, for he had received one too many boo boos at the Old Folks Home, in his recent encounter with the Senior Citizen Squad. He spent his life fighting crime with his heat vision and super abs of steel. Now his tummy hangs and he is cursed with Xray vision that won’t turn off.

One day after being traumatized by the saggy baggy nurses who apparently don’t shave their legs or armpits, which are dyed green to fight the patriarchy, as well as stand up to the gender conformity something something… A nurse walked in unseen to the retired hero… and then seen… His teeth fell out of his mouth… And his heart stopped. And so as the old hero awoke from his nap, he could hear humming as well. The nurse was changing his old man feeding tubes. His forehead dribbled with sweat. Read more »

Cybernetic freedom part 1

His words always send electric waves from my stomach to my inner thighs. He can ruin a good pair of underwear any day, any time. I crave his touch, his passion, his hot breath on my neck. Mysterious man. Never met him. It’s all been online and yet my body weakens to his desires. Maybe because he speaks to my own wolf. Almost animalistic without restrain type of passion. I want him. I want him so bad. I want him to kiss me pinned up to the wall. Taking off all my clothes. Turning me over, spreading my legs apart, getting on his knees . Taking a moment to caress my ass before opening up my cheeks to lick my tight asshole. Smaking my ass every time my knees go weak. Licking his fingers and forcing two in , while I scream from both pain and pleasure. Pumping hard and fast without mercy. Stopping only to lick my overflowing juices. Read more »

My Fantasy

*Very short poem. I used to write a lot but I’ve sevrely dropped off the motivation train. If you like this, let me know if you want more and maybe I’ll write more literature and more n depth :)*

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Currents of electricity, powerful as a riptide,

Ebb and flow as water

Drowning me in its tides

Forcing me to succumb to the sprite of lust.

The welcome corollary of primordial pleasure

My back arched.

An involuntary gasp of air escapes,

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A hand gripped tightly.

To silence