Category: eroticliterature

Playing With Fire [MF]

We started fucking not long after I joined the club. Circus Society met every week in the biggest room on campus – a converted gymnasium used mostly for exams and graduation ceremonies. On Monday nights Jay and Elisa would haul down two huge plastic tubs of circus toys from the storage room on the floor above and spread it out around the room, ready for club members to play.

There was a tightwire on a frame. A bunch of juggling equipment. Diablo. Clubs. Hoops and staffs. Even a unicycle. I was terrible at all of it, but that was what made it fun – forcing myself to learn something that didn’t come naturally to me, and that called on all the balance and timing and co-ordination that, as an English Lit student, I never otherwise used.

Jay was a long-haired hippy, vague and soft-spoken. People joked that he looked like Jesus. On first meeting he seemed entirely harmless. He never said a harsh word to me, but was surrounded always by a cloud of rumours. He could be mean, people said. Bad, people said. You didn’t want to be around him, people said, when things didn’t go his way. Read more »

Becoming Lola (Part 1) Lola discovers ecstasy

I was always different than other girls. I remember the time I stumbled upon my dad’s collection of dirty magazines. I was probably nine or 10 years old, and instead of being grossed out or ashamed, I was fascinated! I kept flipping through the pages, looking at all the beautiful naked ladies, wondering what it would be like to look like them. I didn’t have to wait long. In short time my breasts started to develop, and by the time I started middle school, I had bigger boobs than most of the other girls.

I also discovered masturbation in middle school. One day I was rifling through the closet in the hallway, looking for a beach towel, when I found a hand-held muscle massager way in the back. I had heard some things at school about vibrators, so naturally I was curious. I ran off to my room with my new prize and tucked it away for later. When I went to bed that night, I pulled the massager out of its hiding place and tentatively turned it on, nervous about how loud it might be. Luckily, it wasn’t that loud. Read more »

Visiting Anna – 06 Anna wanted a video (MFF)

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“I want some of this too.” She whispered, tapping her finger against my cock. “Plus, I’ve always wanted to film myself having sex!”

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Anna and I grabbed our glass of wine, and walked over to her bedroom. Lana was sitting on the left side of the bed, already sipping on her glass. She looked at us, smiled, and patted a spot on the bed next to her.

“Come, sit.” She said in a very relaxed voice. She leaned back against the headboard, and had one leg over the other on the bed. “I wanted to ask you something Anna.”

“Sure.” Anna replied, waving me to sit in the middle. I hop in bed, and shuffle to sit right beside Lana. Anna sits next to me, sandwiching me between the two of them. It was a tight fit, but we all had enough room.

“Mind if I spend the night? I don’t feel like putting on clothes anymore.” Lana asked as we got comfy. I looked to Anna and placed my hand on her leg. Read more »

Bar Room Buddy [MF] [FORCED]

Trigger Warning: This Erotic Literature is a rape scene. Any and all similarities with real life people/events are entirely coincidental. This is a work of pure fiction that came from my mind.

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It was well and truly dark when I came upon her property. My mind was on a high that no drug had ever taken me to before. I was the predator. I was the Alpha. In this situation there would be no mistaking that I would be completely in charge of this little slut and her conniving ways. As I settled in to wait on her little foreign car to pull in, my mind wandered.

Three weeks ago she had come into the bar I frequent with a group of friends. Almost immediately she caught my eye and I caught hers. NY mind had kicked in and started wheeling towards the idea of taking her home… Little did I know, her game of cat and mouse had only just begun. Read more »

Master’s Punishment[Mdom][Fsub][Bondage][Punishment] [Restraints] [Spanking][Facefucking][Rape Fantasy]

“I can’t stop… I can’t stop… I just can’t stop…” I said these things to myself as I kept running. “I’m so tired and my luggage is so heavy but, I can’t let them find me, I can’t let them catch me.” I look behind me. Flashing lights, fire, trees, snow. My vision is obstructed by everything going on around me but, I keep running. “How could this happen?” I repeatedly ask myself. “No no no.” i’m slowing down. “No, I can’t give up now, not when escape is so close.” The thought of not having to run anymore keeps me going. Until suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my stomach and I being picked up by a dark figure. “Ah, no! Let go of me, let go of me please.” I say to the figure while struggling and kicking at them. This does nothing to them and they grab a rag and place it over my mouth and nose. I continue to struggle against them until I pass out.

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The Text (Pt. 04) [mf, cheating]

“So, what’s it gonna be Sam.  You know I love you staying here and all, but you’re going to have to make a decision about Jason.  I know this limbo is killing you.  And I’m getting tired of Jason’s unending texts and calls.  He is freaking out,”  Anne said as she refilled my wine glass.  I had been staying at her place for almost a week.  I hadn’t seen or spoken to Jason the entire time, and he had been doing as I had asked by leaving me alone.  I had received one text from him three days after I had walked out.  I had told him I was with Anne and not to call me.  He hadn’t, but he was blowing up her phone trying to get expert advice from my best friend.  

“I don’t know.  I’m considering my options but can’t decide.  Do I forgive and forget?  I don’t think I can.  I’m still too pissed.  And he works with her, so it’s not like I can ask him to never see or speak to her again, and how could I trust him?  Another option would be to leave him.  Just get a divorce and try to move on.  But I still love him, Annie.  As pissed as I am right now, I still want him. And then there’s the whole question of why the hell I was so turned on by his affair?  I’m still confused about that.”  I sipped my wine and leaned back into the sofa, sighing. Read more »

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 10 part 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 26. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Previous Chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 5.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3xo4/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_55_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqsoi/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_6_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 6.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqto3/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_65_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fa0yjr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_7_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/foxsa1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_8_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9qezf/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_9_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 10 part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gz6cej/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_10_part_1/)

It was well past midnight when Daniel exited his bedroom. He’d waited for everyone to go to bed, and then given it a little extra time. Khadra was still asleep in the guest bedroom. She’d only waken once that afternoon, to sip at some soup Julie brought her.

The house slept along with its inhabitants. Silence filled the second-floor hall. Daniel crept past the unfurnished open living room on his left and the grand stairs to his right. He snuck past his parents’ room and opened the door to the guest bedroom where Penelope and Brad had slept just a few nights ago. The thought of Penelope tugged at Daniel. He’d see her again soon, he assured himself. He slipped into the bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He flipped on the light. Read more »

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 10 part 1 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

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The bus was most of the way to school when Daniel noticed the missed call and voicemail. He listened to Penelope’s message. When the bus let the students off at high school, Daniel hung back and then bolted through some trees and caught one of the side streets that ran behind the school. His brother’s place was only about a ten-minute walk. He could skip first period. Maybe even second if he had to. He texted Penelope to let her know he’d be there soon. Penelope texted Daniel back that she couldn’t wait to see him, with a heart emoji.

Brad’s house was on a quiet cul-de-sac, lined with small, boxy homes. Daniel huffed and puffed as he walked up the front drive. He rang the doorbell and waited only about five seconds before the door swung open. Penelope stood in a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her curves bulged under her clothes. Daniel tried to keep his eyes up on her pretty, blue eyes.

“Hello, Daniel. You skipping school?” Penelope stuck her head out and looked around the neighborhood. Satisfied that no one watched them, she waved Daniel inside and closed the door behind them. Read more »

Take (a poem)

A command:

Strip

We’re refugees from the sun

Outlaws in this desert pass

There’s a cruel curl in your lip

A chance this rendezvous could be our last

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So I’d be a fool to resist

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We find heaven in this motel

Nestled between highway markers

Part of a township that’s long since fell

Home to little more than a church, a diner, red-eyed stalkers

And countless twisted and bitter farewells

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Our room with peeling wallpaper

Off-white, vertical stripes

You’re lying on the bed

As I slide down your tights

There’s a storm marching in

A perfect framing for the coming night

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We won’t sleep

You kiss hard

And play for keeps

I can feel the abscess in your heart

The glistening void as I push you apart

You wince at first

But then pull me deep

My teeth graze along your thigh

My tongue traces the outside

Scratch my chest

Dig graves along my spine

Pull my blood out in rivulets Read more »

Waking Nightmares (Part 2)

Sarah woke up in the morning before any of her roommates did. At first, she believed that she had been having a nightmare earlier. However, as she walked over to the bathroom, she realized that she was aching all over. When she walked into the restroom and checked the mirror, She could not only see bruises from Lynch’s paws but alsowhen she ran her hands over her face she could feel some of his precum still there. She went into the shower, where she furiously tried to scrub any trace of the beast off her. Luckily it was the middle of February, so nobody would question the well-concealing outfit she picked out that day.

Throughout her classes that day, Sarah tried to ignore what had happened. No matter how hard she tried to stay focused on her lectures, though, her mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous day. At one point in her Molecular biology class her lab partner tapped her on the shoulder while she was spacing out, and she recoiled backwards in fright. “What’s the matter?” he asked, looking visibly concerned. “Nothing, I’m just feeling a bit stressed today” she replied. Her partner seemed unconvinced but knew better than to push the issue further. Read more »