Category: eroticliterature

Heat.

She shuddered at the thought of her dirtiness, how had it cum to this?

She sat in the corner of her room, waves of hornyness drifting over her. She felt it twitching under the covers, she reached for it, it was burning up. She pulled her hand away, hoping for a distraction, every touch was excruciating, masturbation wasn’t an option…

Each second took forever, could porn help?

She reached for her laptop, but each video only made it worse. Standing in pain she shuddered, edging her way across her room. Stripping in front of her mirror she saw it, twitching, red, swollen, and dripping wet.

She tried once more. The pain turned to pleasure this time, she couldn’t control herself, she grabbed her toothbrush, each vibration made her swollen pussy throb uncontrollably, an orgasm was inevitable.

She edged her way through the pleasure till she orgasmed uncontrollably spraying her dirty fluids over the floor, she felt the heat finally end.

The door swung open.

Part 2?

Madame (Femdom)

Would love some feedback! Enjoy!

“From now on you may call me Madame. Anything else will receive a punishment.” Here I was kneeling on the floor, staring ahead, not willing to make eye contact in case that would merit a punishment. I did not want to disappoint Madame.

“I am not happy with you; I am not happy with you at all right now. You are not properly dressed. I think that might deserve a punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes Madame”

I suddenly felt her fingers running up my back and gently playing with my hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled me back, forcing me to look up and lose myself in her piercing blue eyes. She lightly turned my head to the side and whispered softly “you are mine and I am going to enjoy every minute of this.” From that moment forward I knew I was hers. I could already feel my cock throbbing and my balls aching to the thought of what was coming next. She let go of me, and I felt the urge to beg for her touch to overwhelm me. I wanted her hands back on my body, to run along my bare skin and caress me. As soon as those thoughts entered my mind, I heard a snap and felt a sting on my ass. My heart rate accelerated, and my body responded with a strong moan. I heard and felt the pain twice more before she gently cupped my cheek, caressed it softly to numb the pain and ran her lips up my back, to my neck kissing me ever so lightly. It was intoxicating. Read more »

“Fuck Me Like I’m Someone Else” [MF] [ebony] [creampie]

“Baby, drop your pants, I’ve wanted to suck your dick since we got to the bar.”

I barely get in the apartment before my sex starved slut pushes past me into the door and starts undressing. I *thought* that giving Angela that good dick right before we went to her bestie’s birthday at the club would satisfy her appetite. I was wrong. All I was trying to do was satisfy her before we went out, we’ve already been banned for life from two clubs and a pub for fucking in the stalls when our “bump and grind” on the dance floor got too hot for her to handle.

Yet that doesn’t seem to matter to her. That rush she gets when we’re fucking in a tight stall, or in the dimly lit area of the parking lot because she cannot wait for us to get home and needs it *now.* She has next to no self control.

I don’t mind.

“Horny? I thought we controlled ourselves pretty well.” Read more »

Meeting Lexi

I never thought of myself as a panty sniffer. It never really was something that I was interested in, but then again as someone who never really lived with a girl, I guess I didn’t have a chance. But changed big time upon my arrival in New York, when I met my roommate.

I had just gotten out of college and had always wanted to live in the City, and was lucky enough to find a place that was relatively cheap in a pretty awesome neighborhood downtown. It was a 1-bedroom converted into a 2-bedroom in a pretty nice building, but I didn’t know anyone, and I mean anyone, in New York, so I put an ad on craigslist and waited. I didn’t really care who I moved in with so long as they weren’t too messy and were fine with the occasional smell of weed, but was kind of hoping I would get someone who could be a friend of mine from the start. I didn’t get that type of person. Read more »

I got whipped by my huge-dicked gym teacher in the locker room…[Mf, S-M, Mdom, Oral, Facial]

It was completely forbidden. We definitely shouldn’t have been staring at each other whenever children weren’t around. There were about ten thousand reasons we shouldn’t flirt. My son was going to be in his class. If the school found out, I’d be moved.

Then, there were the looks we’d receive around town. It was 2020. It shouldn’t have mattered at all that he was black and I was the whitest blonde you’d ever seen. No one told Albanyville that it’s perfectly acceptable for a woman like me to date a man like him. It was made worse by the fact that I was about half his size. Maybe I should have been intimidated by that, but all I felt was a stirring in my chest whenever I looked at him.

We began to play a game of teasing chicken. Neither one knew the other’s limit. I never wanted preplan to end. I kicked off the flirty mess by tucking my skirt up into my waistband while I wiped down the benches in the locker room. I checked to make sure it was him first, then I bent over and displayed myself in my cutest red thong as I crawled on my hands and knees. Read more »

Looking for literature: women willing to be sex slaves or willing to risk being sex slaves.

Looking for any literature similar to these images:

[https://i.redd.it/h2ub9i1xxc851.jpg](https://i.redd.it/h2ub9i1xxc851.jpg)
[https://preview.redd.it/lnlgt0ffgf851.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=81d1fcffdcfbc3bb34285d47aec502afe3328b62](https://preview.redd.it/lnlgt0ffgf851.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=81d1fcffdcfbc3bb34285d47aec502afe3328b62)

where the mc lets her fantasy go too far and ends up getting sold into sexual slavery, or is at least somewhat willing to be sold into sexual slavery/be someone’s permanent sex slave.

(Delhi couple) Cuckold Story North India Part 1

NOTE: This is a long story.The wonderful couple,whom the story is about,are long time lurkers on reddit and I have their permission to write this story and post a few “safe” pictures .One of the names is real and one is not.

Once you have sex with someone insanely hot,one wonders if they’ll fuck some hotter/better in the future or have they already peaked.I used to think,I have peaked (few months ago) and will not fuck anyone hotter.This is a story about how wrong I was and what a bombshell I banged (enter :Radhika).This was also my first time with a proper sissy husband in India.I have been a bull for past 8 years and have had the opportunity of meeting wonderful people ,who understand how short life is and how important sex life is for mental balance .I ll be posting my experiences one by one .All these stories will be 100 percent true .However ,I will be taking the liberty of adding /withholding certain incidents or dialogues for the sake of making the stories a bit more interesting,call it creative freedom.The deviation from events or order of events will not be more than 5 to 10 percent. 
Characters
1.Radhika:33 years old.IT professional.The worlds prettiest smile.High cheekbones.Excellent lips.Luscious flowing hair.Fair complexion.5’4 Hour glass figure.Thick thighs and flawless skin.Fun loving and talkative.Bad listener(wanders if sentence has more than 7 words).Experimental and vocal in bed.BEAUTIFUL woman inside and out.Respects her husband and considers him as her best friend.  Read more »

The Storm.

A warm breeze pushed apart the curtains, brightening up the room and breathing in the smell of a rain.

My eyes opened up as the window sucked the curtain back towards it, creating a new seal of darkness as the curtain wrapped itself around the edges of the window. Only long enough to catch the wave of the next warm breath of wind to enter the room. Parting the curtains again so elegantly.

I rolled over and was met by your soft, curly hair spread over the pillows. The red hues illuminated when the breeze brought in the new waves of light.

I wrapped my arm around your midsection, simultaneously inching myself closer and pulling your body closer to mine. Nuzzling my face into your hair, I searched for the side of your neck to press my lips in your skin and my hips further into your back side.

You let out a soft moan as you rolled over, leaving your face less than an inch from mine. Your eyes yet to open, they creased as your cheeks pulled up a subtle smile. Read more »

Her First Year Of College, Ch. 1

Her hands shook so bad that she could barely undo the buttons on her blouse. The light from the lamp in the far corner was barely enough for her to see what she was doing anyway, and she could feel her face getting hot. Flustered, she gave up, and started to pull her shirt over her head.

“Easy, babe,” he whispered in her ear.

Covering her hands with his, he pulled her against his body, his cheek pressing against hers, his breath tickling her neck. She giggled.

“Okay.”

Turning his face in, he kissed behind her jaw, behind her ear, down her neck, stopping at the top of her shoulder. She felt butterflies rise in her stomach as he started to undo her buttons. She wanted to turn to face him, but she knew the rules. “If you kiss him you’ll catch feels. You don’t want feels. You want to fuck.” That was what Melissa had said. Four months ago, she had been packing her suitcase to move away from home for the first time ever. She didn’t even know Melissa then.

“We don’t have to go all the way tonight.” Read more »

Waking Nightmares (Part 3)

The last few days had been mostly a blur.

After Sarah revealed to Jane that the ritual failed a second time, Jane hadn’t shown any sympathy for her. In fact, her reaction was quite the opposite: she had accused Sarah of being stubborn and refusing to let go of her “materialistic preconceptions.” Sarah was frustrated, but couldn’t figure out what to say- after all, Jane’s ritual had clearly done something, and if it didn’t work fully it was probably due to her side of the equation. The two of them ended up storming back to their respective rooms in silence.

Sarah bought some sleeping pills from the nearest pharmacy, and used them for the next three nights. While she woke up each morning noticing a few minor scratches, it seemed like the demons weren’t able to screw her if she was unable to gain consciousness. However, when she went to buy a larger pack on the fourth day, the pharmacist refused to sell her any. When she asked why, he simply said “Doctors orders. Talk to him and then we’ll see.” Sarah didn’t know what this was about- the doctor that she normally met had no connection to the pharmacy, and when she called him he didn’t understand the issue. In any case, she was going to have to go through this night without any assistance. Read more »