Category: eroticliterature

Submission

Give in, that is all that is needed

Just relax and allow what

you feel to wash over you.

Is it like a fire, burning,

you with lust, if so let it

run it’s fingers all along your bared

body, arms above your head and legs spread

to the side, your sexual crown prettily

portrayed as a man’s primal feast.

Do you feel his mouth working up your thigh

teeth leaving red marks of ownership?

Can you feel his tongue dancing over your

most private of entryways

Racing greats and gasping breaths signify

the depth of desire sending bodies aflame

Take in the feeling of his hands

taking total control of your movements,

thumbs messaging the point of your nipples

and fingers pressing into the joint of your hips

Stare int his eyes as he takes you,

his hips thrusting against you, moans and

growls thundering in his chest.

Just give in, My Little Kitten,

And submit to your aching Daddy

Glory hole fantasy – Wanting to act out a lifetime fantasy in hopes of something regular. Endless throat skill needing use – All Suggestions Welcome !!

I fantasize about setting up a glory hole station for use by large groups. Perhaps a Glory hole booth in the corner of a large busy strip club. I know this could not happen in a strip club but you get the idea. Select bachelor parties in Las Vegas? Think of a large men’s prison..(crazy idea perhaps) being as careful as one can be in this type of setting. Wash very well and rinse very well with peroxide in between. Perhaps having about three holes or more available with something for the participant to hold on to while properly face fucking the hole. Allowing the person doing the facefucking to hold your head in place to a certain degree while they use you mouth. One dick pulling away after filling you with cum and the other slips in wanting a piece as well. Each time moving from one guy to the next that really wants you mouth badly and actually enjoys face fucking someone. Just when you think you are close to the end of guys, you hear about a dozen more wanting your mouth and ready to go. Read more »

First time with a trans woman

Young, dumb and full of cum! 

I suppose that I better start from the beginning,…

It was an icy cool evening, in my Mother’s home, the wind was blowing loud and hard, it had already knocked over the bins, leaving a scattered pile of debris, the lighter items flapping about in the brewing storm. It was just a couple of days after my eighteenth birthday. My mind started to wander and to explore and learn about all the curiosity running rampant about my own head,  the desires I had towards the opposite sex. But most of all. When I first got to discover the unspoken, hidden world of what aroused, single men. Most of all though, what we got up to, when nobody was watching. Read more »

[F(playing M)4F] The Burden of Fame in a World Unlike Our Own (character/story driven, romance, breastfeeding, size play)

Firstly, to clarify, I am a woman but for this story I am only interested in playing the male role. I am open to male partners but only those willing to play female characters. This is a story that I created with one of my favorite roleplay partners who is now unfortunately among the [deleted]. If you’re out there and are reading this I would love to continue. Otherwise, I’m open to anyone interested.

This is an idea that is a combination and culmination of many of my previous prompts and interests. The premise may be quite silly on the surface, I admit that, but that playful absurdity combined with deep, well developed characters is part of what I love most about roleplaying.

The story is set in a modern world very much like our own except with one key difference. The spectrum of size for men’s and women’s endowments (male genitalia and women’s breasts) far surpasses anything which is considered normally achievable here. (I could go on about exact sizes but I’m open to discussing that with you to find something enjoyable for us both.) Not only that but that aspect of exaggerated sizes is at the crux of their society. Those sizes are not only the central aspect of their concept of beauty but carry enormous cultural, social, even spiritual significance. Read more »

[F4M] What’s the difference between Hungry & Horny?

Answer: Depends where you stick the cucumber.

Racy joke aside, how’s everyone enjoying their Saturday?

A little about me personally, I’m on hold currently from school as the world has ground to a screeching halt. I am hopelessly single but not through lack of trying: one or two experiences have left me heartbroken and perhaps generally broken to begin with…. so I am hibernating in more ways than one, and looking to indulge myself in my primal loves:

The premiere of these deep passions is *EROTICA*. Why erotica you ask a girl so young? Well, to be perfectly honest, my first ever encounter with the deviant was not curiously checking online for pornography, but rather finding an adult channel on T.V. my parents had neglected to block…. and there I found my first love: softcore. Erotic films that were heavy-handed in both *PLOT* as well as sensuality that porn to this day could never capture. I loved getting to know the characters before their clothes came off, whether they be jaded police officers, free-thinking strippers or bored housewives; sometimes you had to wait an entire hour before you saw them bare and nude but dammit was it worth it, and I loved the genre. Read more »

Nothing like fingering a student during office hours…I’m so fired. Professor’s Pets (1) [Mfff, Harem, Public, Taboo, College]

Before I tell you this story, I just want it to be clear. None of this was my idea. I thought that returning to university in the fall semester was stupid. No one would attend in-person. People were smarter than that. I am a goddamn intro chemistry teacher. I’m an adjunct. I definitely should not have done it, but, c’est la vie.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

It was the start of the semester and like I thought, about a dozen people showed up to a class that usually held sixty. I did the basics. I talked through the scientific method. I took a lot of online questions from my one-hundred virtual students and tried to make the presentation interesting for the people who did attend.

I talked about how “science is all around us,” and, “every decision you make has an action and a reaction.” Some girls in the front giggled and asked a question.

“Hey, so, what’s the reaction to me raising my hand?” a slightly dark-skinned one asked.

“Well, that’s a preconditioned response. It’s behavior training. Years of schooling have taught you that if you raise your hand, I’ll call on you. Great ques—” Read more »

Lust

I want you here with me,

Your body wrapped around mine,

Sweat slicked bodies pressed together,

Bare skin tasted by roaming mouths,

Breaths panting in hungry exhilaration

Muscles tensed and hands groping

I want you pinned beneath me,

Mercifully given to my burning lust.

My body above you,

My desire in you,

And your fluids once.

I want you to submit,

To throw yourself to this wanton desire

To give thought to nothing but hunger

And climax only for me.

Two friends, tease (my first post)

Studio apartments are notoriously difficult to entertain in, yet here we are. He is lying across the top of the bed, comfortable in his own home. Yet, I shift from foot to foot deciding my position here. I crawl onto the corner of the bed, kneeling like a prairie dog surveying the land.

He rolls over and starts teasing me, trying to push my buttons, trying to make me laugh. I can’t help but smile and throw a pillow at his chest. With a smirk on his face he catches it rolling off the bed. He stalks around to my side, all the while looking at me like I am a piece of meat. Neither of us say a word. I stare back at him until he comes behind me and I can barely see him from the corner of my eye.

He leans down over me, head between my shoulder blades, exhaling down my back. I lean forward just enough that he is able to reach both of his hands onto the bed around me. I can feel his chest moving rhythmically on my back as he brings his head up next to mine. I am lost in the moment, unsure of where it’s going, but not wanting it to end. Read more »

Writing a book, need advice!

I am writing a book, I would like some feedback from some like minded pervert. Thanks.

TRIGGERS: prostitution, bondage, semi-consensual, rape, MonMtF action

Alex was ready for one of his favorite performance, “the pretzel”. He was distended face up on an inclined bed, handcuffed with his hands behind his neck, a small wooden plank under his back to raise his chest and show his breasts, grown noticeably and pierced tastefully on the nipples. His legs were bent behind his head and kept steady by a short chain; his body almost bent in two to give maximum access to his boypussy. He was completely open and exposed, glistening with lube and ready to be used without mercy. The chains kept Alex legs and boypussy spread obscenely open, there was nothing he could do to stop or even slow a customer that wanted to just penetrate him brutally. His eyes were covered by a blindfold. He could not move at all, and his complete vulnerability turned the customers into wild animals, fucking his boypussy and mouthpussy in the most animalistic way. None of them lasted long, but they all came hard and there were a lot of them. Alex could not wait to start, the nipple piercings kept him in a continuous, torturing state of arousal. Alex really liked his body: smooth, supple, white as snow, fully feminine after the estrogen treatments and the surgeries. He especially liked his breasts, round, pink and with puffy areolas. Sometimes he thought about having his clitty amputated, but the customers were not happy with it. He was fully impotent, but he did not care since he already learned to come only with his prostate and his boypussy. Read more »

[F4M] I totally dominate him in his office.

Growing up my father was a carpenter. He would make office furniture. We had a close bond. He was my hero. When my father passed away i was devastated. I was in months of therapy to deal with the emptiness I felt. Nothing really worked. I started using alcohol to ease the pain I felt inside. I was what you would call a functional alcoholic. However, something about the smell, feel and look of wood would bring me a sense of peace within my broken heart. There is just one problem. The thing is, my dad was a dominant man with strong personality. Therefore even though wood would bring me a sense of peace, it would also strike the fire in me to take on my father’s personality.

On a busy Friday afternoon, I got off from a stressful day at work and the only thing I could think about was going to the bar and getting myself pissed face. I headed to my usual spot. Right away I ordered a shot along a with gin and tonic. I wanted to get hammered fast. I just wanted to feel good. After my 3rd shot and 2nd gin and tonic I hear a strong, deep voice across the bar: Read more »