Category: eroticliterature

Jen pandemic training, Part 1

First try at this…

I’m 41 year old Caucasian vet. I retired last year, and started working in IT security at a tech start up. I’m fairly built as I’ve been religious about maintaining my PT throughout the years. I moved to my house two months before the pandemic. I’ve always liked the hunt of a good young pussy…

“Hi Jen, How are you doing?” I watched her chest heaving slightly as she walked her dog back towards her house. She had been running her dog everyday after virtual school to stay in shape for soccer season. Every few days I’d step outside at 3:30 and strike up a conversation with Jen. As the winter had progressed to spring her long black leggings had become shorts that barely covered her plump bum. I observed a drop of sweat slide down her toned thigh and I yearned grab her by the hair force her to her knees and spread her legs and lick the sweat off her delicious skin.

“I’m doing alright. I’ve been really bored since my part-time job closed…” Jen responded.

“Were you saving up for anything? Or just working for spending cash?” I asked Read more »

The Sex Tape

Just for clarification, it wasn’t my idea to make a sex tape.

Not that I’m opposed to the idea, I’ve just never found it necessary. Being bisexual, I need just look down and I have all the arousal I need.

Also, porn exists. There are people who can fuck on camera much better than me and my boyfriend Chris, so why should we bother?

Nevertheless, he said he wanted to film us the next time we fucked. When I asked why, he shrugged and said he’d thought it’d be hot.

I agreed, because we didn’t have anything better to do (quarantine, ugh), and I wanted to keep things fresh. So the next time we felt like banging, he set up his phone to record the bed, and we got to work.

The thing about sex on camera is that I thought it would make me self-conscious. I thought I would be worried about how I look, if I was doing something wrong, etc. However, as soon I got Chris’s hard cock in my hands, all those worries melted away. If anything, I’m a natural on camera. I sucked his cock while bending over, to give a better view of my ass and pussy from behind, and spread them wide for the camera’s pleasure. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 6 [FF] [Mind Control] [Wet Dreams]

**Chapter 6: Soft**

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You are outside. Its winter, and cold. The ground is frozen solid. The grass breaks and crumbles when you step on it. There are dead, frozen flowers and old leaves. The trees are in deep hibernation.

You don’t know how long you walk. It is morning and then night. Noon and then morning. The dim sun passes over again and again. Your whole life is in this forest, in this winter. You try to keep warm, but the clouds are thick. You rub your hands over your shoulders. You shiver. You’re lost.

Suddenly, the sun breaks through the clouds and glitters in the hoarfrost on the branches. The sunrays warm you, and the frost on the trees and grass starts melting. The clouds are gone, and everything glitters with thawed water. The forest is one crystal, refracting light in all directions. You take off your coat. Take off your scarf. Gloves and boots are left behind in your wake. Everything is wet, but warm. Read more »

Trip with mom gone wrong (humiliation) (incest)

My mom and i were flying to Orlando for the weekend, doing some stuff at Disney. So we walked in the airport and checked our bags and got on the security line. My mom isn’t the sexiest woman ever but she isn’t unsexy she has c cup tits and she’s got a nice ass too. Due to it being 430 in the morning nobody was in the air port so when we got to the front of the line a TSA guy escorted us to this private room.

“Since there is nobody around we’ve got to do a more examined check on the people that are here” he told us. “I’m gonna need both of you to strip down to your under wear. Being an 18 year old guy I’d never miss an opportunity to show my package off.

“Are you sure that’s even legal?” My mom protested. “ don’t get mad at me for doing my job” the security agent retorted. I was almost finished by the time my mom started.

The security guy patted me down pretty thoroughly and rummaged through my clothes while my mom was still trying to get her skirt off. Read more »

Auction Fantasy.

I have this fantasy of being auctioned off. Sold to the highest bidder. He would be handsome, a bit older than me, and a dominant. I would be taken onto a stage, presented naked for hundreds of men to stare at, to judge. I would turn when told, touch my toes when told, pull my long blonde hair aside when asked so they could observe every inch of me uncovered. My nipples would be so hard that they hurt. I would have chill bumps on my body, the feeling of eyes running up and down me would be getting to me. The bidding would start at $1000, as was customary for all women like me. I have earplugs in so I can’t hear, but I can see. Hands go up, hands go down, my mind can’t keep up. Fear and worry will completely take me over soon it seems. After what must be 30 years, the lights go out, I’m escorted off stage and into a back room, alone in the dark. Here I wait for the man who just paid god knows what for the gift of me. For the pleasure of doing literally whatever he wants to me, and I can’t stop any of it. Im scared but is it wrong that I’m excited too? Read more »

The Nurses, Chapter 3 [NSFW]

After that first night together, Adam and I agreed we wanted to see more of one another but because we also ALWAYS worked together, we decided to keep it private. Over the course of a few months we began spending more time together. Around three times a week we’d meet after work, take turns making dinner for one another, watch a movie or play video games and then get down to business. It was fun—we got to learn about one another, share delicious meals and have amazing sex. It was very, very nice and we both agreed that we would continue to keep it secret and continue to keep it as just friends with benefits. Yes, good plan.

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Good plan except that Adam was insanely gorgeous, so very smart and seriously funny with a sharp wit. And in bed—that Southern boy knew very well how to please a woman. While our plan to keep it casual made sense because of work, I was also starting to feel a little bit… attached.

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Tuesdays for Eve (freeuse, MF, FF)

A normal day for a college coed in a freeuse world.

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An audio recording of birds brings Eveline from her slumber. She slaps the alarm clock and stretches out, her crop pj top exposing her dark brown nipples. She glances at the alarm. 9 am. It must be Tuesday.

Eve has her first class at 10 on Tuesdays and it was swim. With great effort she wills herself out of bed and into her dorm suite’s kitchen. Bleary with sleep, she heads straight for the coffee maker, grateful to find it filled with fresh coffee. She pours herself a cup and takes a few tentative sips.

With the new clarity of caffeine, Eve becomes aware of a soft, rhythmic thumping sound. She turns toward the living room section of the dorm. On the couch is her suitemate Ravi. He’s a senior from Nepal who’s a star on the soccer team. He’s spread out on the couch nude, his vision obscured by a VR headset. One arm is draped over the back of the couch and the other lies between his wide spread legs, going to work on his uncut dick. Eve sips her coffee as she admires his beautiful body and slightly curved six inch dick. Read more »

My (Growing) Hyper Futa Girlfriend [Oneshot]

Author’s Note: This is my first and (maybe) last stories here. This will also contain hyper proportions so if ya don’t like that then please read something else. This was written on mobile so expect grammatical errors and wonky formatting. Now with that out of the way, let’s start the story shall we.

The sun was waking up and shone through the sky. The light would find it’s way to Jack’s house, specifically his bedroom. The sunlight pierced through Jack’s eyelids. Jack was your average guy. Barely 5’10, average build, and somewhat charismatic. As Jack attempted to get up from his bed he felt a bit of weight, making it so that he could not get up. Jack, blindlessly, searched with his right arm. His right arm soon stumbled upon a soft and squishy material. He grasped the mass. Almost hypnotic, Jack began to squish the huge mass. A soft moan could be heard throughout Jack’s groping session. Jack continued to grope the mass until he was interrupted by a sudden hug. A tight on at that. Jack was suddenly plunged deep into a cleavage of tit flesh. All Jack could see was flesh. From an angle Jack looked to be engorged in between two humongous breasts. This would be paradise for any man (atleast me). “Hey, uhhh… Jamie. Could ya let me go?” asked Jack. “But don’t you like it there, honey?” responded Jamie. “Yeah, I do but uhhh… I need to make breakfast and I can’t do that when I’m submerged in your vast sea of tit flesh,” Jack replied. “Uggghhhhh… fine.” Jamie let go. Jack sighed and sat up back on the bed only to be tackled back down the bed. “You wanna do it right now,” Jack complained. “Of course! How else would I calm it down?” Jamie asked. “You do have a point.” “Then let’s get the condom out! You don’t wanna have the whole bedroom smelling like my cum.” Read more »

10 years of midnight visits to my sister

I started visiting my sister from the age of puberty at dawn. It all started in a winter, back then I shared a room with my two brothers, while my sister shared a room with my parents. My room suffered a rain incident so there was a need for repairs. We all had to relocate, my brothers settled in a bunk bed in another room while I was placed in my sister’s room. Back then I was very young, I had already started in porn and masturbation, but I had never considered my sister attractive, she is one year younger than me. the room was large, at one end, my parents’ bed was located and at the other end my sister’s, luckily in the middle was the bathroom and after settling in, my sister’s bed was completely hidden from the view of my parents by the bathroom, while mine was still exposed. Read more »

This is war. Part 3.

Being blindfolded can really mess with your whole body. It makes you rely on your other senses, it makes you more aware of the context and it increases expectations. My heart feels like it’s going to pump its way out of my chest and I can just feel him all over my body even though he hasn’t touched me at all. I can hear him walking all around me, deciding where to start, I hear him sipping his scotch, I hear the drops of melted ice falling through his glass, I hear the joy in his eyes, I hear the blood going through him and focusing on that one spot I must stay away from, at least for a while.

Fuck, that’s evil. He’s not messing around and went straight for it. I guess tonight I’m being bathed in scotch and ice. The ice melts easy on my skin but his tongue is warm and now I’m moaning. The worst thing about these games is that I get really anxious and I just want him inside, I can’t help but move my hips up and down, slowly, and before we know it, we’re moving in perfect synchrony, when his tongue goes up, I go down. Read more »