Category: eroticliterature

Pixie Queen, by Harper Ward (Lesfic)

It had been a while since a date went so well. Like…a *long* while.

Meera, the goddess sitting across from me, rocking the *fuck* out of a buzz cut and sun dress, cracked open her purple-painted lips and smiled. She fiddled with the straw in her drink with skinny, ringed fingers.

“So?” she asked.

I blinked, realizing too late that I was totally lost in her. I must have been staring at her all the way through dinner, dessert, and the check. Honestly, it was hard not to. Meera had been more than a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stale dating life. She’d been ambrosia. Everything about her was soft and gentle and warm. The way she spoke with her spindly, tattooed arms. The way she batted her eyelashes when I complimented her. Even the way she sat — upright but not stiff. She welcomed every topic of conversation the way she probably cooed at every adorable puppy. She wasn’t innocent. Far from it. She’d been making ‘Fuck me’ eyes all night. But she felt…different. Intoxicating. Proud to be herself.

“What?” I asked, shaking my head from daydreams. “Sorry. You’re just…ugh. Perfect.” Read more »

How it first began with my brother

So it all started when I was like 18(f) when me and my step brother first started snuggling up on the sofa watching TV together when no one was home and we were both slowly getting closer over months of snuggling up then one day I touched his leg and i told him it was an accident but I actually touched high up on his leg, it was not an accident ;) i kept doing it and saying it was an accident and then i got closer and one day touched his dick through his trousers by ‘accident’ and then i started wearing less clothes around him, and i did things like leave my dirty underwear outside by my bedroom door in his view etc. then one night I said i was scared because there was a spider in my room and asked him if i could sleep in his bed tonight. we ended up spooning because it was cold and i felt something poking me in my leg, and i just knew from that moment, it was game on. Nothing happened that night, but it was the start of something.

[MF][BDSM] Tease of a Neighbor

James had recently moved into a rundown apartment building on the other side of town for a new job offer he had received earlier that week. It sounded like a pretty sweet gig all in all, most of the work involved just going through spreadsheets and double checking their accuracy. Plus it was all from home, with the exception of having to go in once a week to sign a paper verifying everything was correct for the previous week. 

All in all the place was better than he had expected, but that’s not too hard to beat his expectations when they were horror stories filled with cold showers, no heat and broken stoves. So of course he was pretty relieved when, after he had moved everything in, the shower was hot, the stove didn’t catch on fire the instant he tried to turn a burner on, and in the middle of summer he could run the air conditioner as much as he pleased. And to top all of that off, it was cheaper than any other place in town. The only downside to think of was that it was on the bad side of town, but he wasn’t worried about that.  Read more »

unfinished untitled story (MF)

Part 1

It was getting late as he pulled up outside her apartment building, he’d been horny all day, but now his arousal was building into something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he opened the car door and stood up, he could feel his blood-pressure rising. His cock had somehow broken through the fly on his boxer shorts and was pressing against the metal zip of his trousers. There was pain, pain from the zip and pain from his aching cock. God but he needed some release from this tension.

Crossing the road, he approached her apartment block and pressed the buzzer, he heard a ‘click’ and the door unlatched, he crossed the floor and approached the stairs, his nostrils flared, he would’ve sworn that he could smell his own pre-cum seeping from his pulsating cock. Presently he came to the door, her door, the threshold he’d been wanting to cross since they first spoke.

He knocked & paused, no answer, he knocked again, and tentatively spoke her name:

“Raihana”

A muffled voice replied:

“I’m in here, the doors open” Read more »

The General’s Pet – Ch 1 [OC] [Pegging] [RWBY] [Commission]

Hey all, this is the first chapter of a commissioned story. If you like my writing and would like to commission your own story, DM me! Without further ado, Enjoy!

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Her shoulders were tense- a symptom of the repairs she figured. Her eyes focused on her hand as she rotated her arm around in the elevator, which was nearly silent save for the faint whirring as the pulleys turned out of sight. Everything was always so perfect in this place; the walls of the elevator were shined to a near mirror finish and Penny could make out her shape and the vibrant color of her hair. The rising car began to slow as she approached the top floor. Still staring at her blurred visage, she placed her hand near her ear and slowly closed it into a fist. She was hoping to hear the moving parts that she, too, was made up of, but to no avail. Everything here was perfect. That’s how he liked it. Read more »

Tie (part 2)

The drive to my place was short, I felt my heartbeat racing with a sense of anticipation and excitement, tinged with trepidation.. it had been a long time since I’d done anything so risqué, taking an unknown man into my home, not without a little alcohol induced disinhibition at least. Small talk from the restaurant continued, though this time his hand draped casually on my knee with a sense of familiarity as we chatted, fingers gently grasping, then ever so slightly stroking in gentle little circles. I was finding it difficult to keep focus on driving, and stop my mind from running wild with all of the possibilities.. Read more »

From your girlfriend… (F to M)

Just picture this:

I wake up to some noise coming from our living room. I peak around the doorway and I see you.
You’re sitting on the couch in our house with your headset on and engrossed in your video game. I think it’s COD or something. You’re so into it that you’re yelling and getting frustrated.
I laugh a little to myself and I decide it’s probably a good idea to get ready for the day. So I take a quick shower, blow dry and brush my hair, brush my teeth, and I put on my make up. It’s flawless. I’ve been making it a point to put on make up everyday for a few weeks now so I know what I’m doing. My eyeliner is perfectly applied so it accentuates my eyes and brings out the greenish-grey color in them, but is also somewhat subtle so I don’t obviously look overdone. My lashes are thick, my cheeks are contoured so my face looks a little thinner. I put on a cute body-tight dress. I’ve been thin enough the last few months to wear something like that and for it to look flawless. I look at myself in the mirror and decide I look pretty good. I actually feel really confident today, but I can still hear you yelling at your game and I want to give you a little more time before I disrupt you. So I make the bed and pick up the couple of clothing items on the floor. The hamper isn’t quite full enough for me to start a load yet. I glance at the clock on your nightstand and I see that all that only took me about an hour. Looking for something to do, I decide to straighten my hair. I’ve gotten pretty good at that the last few months too, and it only takes about 20 minutes. I then paint my nails and scroll through reddit while I wait for them to dry. Read more »

M4a (playing f) Falling For A Mobster

My name is Luca. Or ‘Cherry Picker’ as I’m more widely known. I got that nickname for two reasons. The most obvious one was for bangin’ broads who could probably pass for my daughter’s age. Freshman usually who wanted to experience a slice of what it was like to actually be somebody for once. I run into them at bars and restaurants. Usually when they see the way I dress, fancy suit and all, hair slicked back, and the respect I immediately get when I walk through the door, they’re interested from the very start.

The second reason they call me ‘Cherry Picker’ is because I’m the Capo (Captain) for a team of wiseguys both made, and wannabes. But each man has to earn their right to become a ‘made man’ in the family. How do they do that? Are you askin’ me about my business? Look, whoever’s readin’ this, you seem like someone with a brain who can read between the lines, a little huh? My task to make a man part of the family usually goes something like this. Read more »

Undercover Humiliation [FF, MC, Fdom, Humil] (Part 1 of 5)

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Name’s Jennifer Corbitt. When I started at twenty six at the local newspapers, everything looked bright. I was the new cub, the smart, sassy, street savvy reporter in sneakers and a T-shirt. Just a kid.

We Toung Turks cub made ceaseless jokes about all the ‘older timer’ , reporters behind their backs. ‘Hey, any woman over 35 still working at a paper this small, gets what she deserved’, we’d laugh. My mouth water for a shot at the big leagues. One by one, my peers took flight. Before I knew it, twenty years flew by, but I never took flight.

As I undress for bed, I realize how cheep I look in faded jeans and a tired T-shirt at my age. Just never caught a big break, that’s what I told myself. It certainly couldn’t be my refusal to play company bullshit games and dress up in perky little business suits, like all the other young ass kissers around here. The same ones I train, so they can go off and chase all those big stories that were supposed to be mine. It just be some sort of ‘character flaw’ that’s keeping out of the big leagues, but…what? Read more »

hai, here’s an erotic poem i wrote. hope u like it and feedback is greatly appreciated !!

lay me down on your soft cold bed.
you can keep me warm with your lips.

with the moonlight bouncing off of my fresh and innocent skin; illuminating your bedroom,
you get the courage to venture inside of me.

you want a taste of my temperature, i know you do.
but i’ve never felt this before.
kiss me so i don’t have to wonder if i’m doing this right.

i have to question, is this love or lust i am feeling?
and another question is, do i really give a fuck what it is when you make love to me so well?