Category: eroticliterature

The Last Taboo [dad/dau] [incest] [taboo]

It was one of those perfect moments that rarely come along for an older man. Time alone to enjoy. My wife was at the school concert with my son. I had the house to myself – mostly. My daughter was locked in her room. She was 18, she wasn’t going to out and annoy me. Still, just to be sure, I locked myself in my own room.

I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor before pulling my pants down, underwear and all, and stepped out of them. I could relax, the wife and son wouldn’t be home for three hours. I picked up my ipad and turned it on. Typing in the name of the cam chat site I’d recently discovered, I instinctively touched my still soft cock.

There comes a time in almost every married couple’s life when the sex stops. It could be when there’s kids interupting, work commitments, age, or just that physical attraction isn’t there anymore. It was mostly the latter with me. But I was able to cum every time with the girls in these cam shows. Read more »

Twisted Kingdom – Chap 16 [M/M, BDSM, Fantasy]

Saewulf is back in Chapter 16 of Twisted Kingdom

**Chapter Synopsis**

Saewulf has been captured by Mowfurth and Asketel. They, and four strapping henchmen, will subject Saewulf to bizarre, sexual rituals.

[**Read Chapter 16**](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=TwistedKingdom_Chap16)

Wine Pairing [F/F]

“Well then-” Professor Richardson stands up from the loveseat, “I think it time for me to be heading off to bed.”

He closes the distance between the loveseat and the couch where Amal and I still sat. Leaning down he tenderly kisses Amal’s cheek, her dark almond eyes glimmering at me while he does.

“Goodnight, my Love.” Amal silkily coos, turning her focus away from me and staring deep into Professor Richardson’s eyes. They smile sweetly at each other. My cheeks grow warm watching the interaction, feeling like I witnessing a moment that should be private. I giggle awkwardly. They both turn and look at me, smiling coyly. Professor Richardson leans towards me, my heart quickens ever so slightly as he does, his mouth gets intimately close to my neck…

“We’re so glad you could join us.” He whispers into my ear, his breath hot as he speaks. He’s so close I can smell him. He’s somehow managed to smell clean but earthy… a scent that could only be defined as fucking intoxicating. I feel my face grow even warmer as he then kisses my cheek, daringly close to the crook of my lips. He holds the kiss for a second, but that second feels like minutes. I’m surrounded by his scent, enamored by the feeling of his stubble lightly scraping against my cheek. I’m so overwhelmed it takes me a moment to realize he has pulled away, and now looks down on me with a soft smirk. Read more »

Lovers Quick Erotic Explicit Story NSFW

He looked down at his watch to check the time. She’ll be landing any minute. His heart races thinking of all the things he wants to do to her, not even sure he can hold his bulge through the airport. His dark skin glistens in the moonlight as he gets out of his car and steps into the night air. He’s twice her height and all muscle. He has the body and face that make panties drop. He takes a deep breath knowing these next few minutes is what he has been waiting for, for so long. *Boop boop*, his car alarm sounds as he walks towards the parking elevators.

“It’s 8:34pm and we are landing in the great state of Texas. We hope you’ve enjoyed your flight.” She jumped as the loudspeaker scared her. She quickly remembered where she was and that feeling was back. A flutter of excitement and a quiver of her clit. Any minute now she would be in his arms. Her green eyes rolled up and she bit her quivering bottom lip thinking of his massive body against hers. “Hurry up people,” she thought as his smile flashed before eyes like he was right there. Read more »

[F] From wife to slut

We live in Cali. We were lucky enough to miss all the misfortune that is this year and had our wedding in Dec of last year. We are still in our honeymoon phase. Our marriage was an arrange marriage but we had quite a bit of time to decide if we want to go ahead with it. My family introduced me to this really nice guy(now my husband) about a year before we tied the knot. When we first started speaking to each other, both of us were shy to start off. He was a fit tall Indian dude working in cali, I worked in Boston. So most of our conversations were over the phone. We tried our best to meet once a month, but it was always very formal. He was a tall brown dude who was fit. I did play volleyball and was also a runner. Id like to think I have a great ass. As months went by I got comfortable being around him, but he was still the same stuck up dude. I did like him tho. In March we had an engagement ceremony in Mumbai, for close friends and family. That when he started to open up be more loose. Read more »

Naked, on my back,

his hands press firmly against my shoulders, laying me down on the bed where he wants me to be; and an exultant freedom accompanies the submission. Adrenaline and endorphins pump through my bloodstream and moisten my cooch. Starting to breathe heavily, he lifts his cock to my mouth and I open wide.

*His dick is fine,* I observe, like it was carved by some sweet sculptor. As his head presses against my lips I remember to breathe through my nose, and my hand goes to my pussy. *He’s so hard,* I think as he presses past my lips against my tongue.

My other hand reaches for his hip, pulling him closer. Satisfied grunts escape him as he presses himself down my throat, and I swoon with the loss of control. I want it as badly as my body wants to breathe, and the terrific tension brings me closer to orgasm as he thrusts in, and out.

When he pulls out I draw in a deep breath, a smile playing on my lips at his lingering taste. “Good *girl,”* he whispers, and I grin wider as he suddenly grabs my head, pressing himself back down my throat. Reflexively I gag, and when he tries to pull away I grab him by the waist, forcing his pelvis against my cheeks. Read more »

The Roommates

When I started college, I lived in the dorms with three other guys. We were all freshmen but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. The guy straight across the hall from me was some crazy mix of goth and emo—he wore eye makeup and dark clothes but listened to whiny Fall Out Boy and was vegan. The guy next door to him was a dorky dork—you know the type, watches a lot of anime, sketches a lot of anime, has Samurai swords up on his bedroom wall and a poster of Neo on his door. Then there was the stereotypical jock that was next to me. Brock. Our college didn’t even have a football team but I swear to you Brock carried a football around all the time, just like in an 80’s teenage rom-com. He worked out at the university gym a couple of hours every day, the food in the fridge of his was your standard baked chicken and broccoli with brown rice. He was working on a communications degree, or something like that, and was always very friendly and happy. He maybe wasn’t the brightest but that was fine with me. I could tolerate rap music through the wall if it meant having one semi-normal person in my dorm room. We ended up getting along so well that we roomed together our sophomore and junior years at college as well. Come senior year we decided to keep a good thing going and get an apartment together. We worked really well as roommates because we didn’t hang out socially, we both cleaned up after ourselves and we were both respectful to one another when we had exams coming up or company coming over. Senior year flew by and we both graduated. He had an internship at the local radio station as soon as we graduated, so he wanted to keep the apartment. I had a job lined up as well so we agreed to keep living together. Halfway through the first year after college, he got a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend. A really fucking hot girlfriend. Read more »

Stolen Seconds (Entry 1)

We had just stepped into the elevator when a group of 17 filed in behind us. The elevator was so full our bodies seemed connected at our sides. As the doors slid closed he moved his arm behind my back and around my shoulder pulling me even closer into him, his thumb lightly rubbing up and down on my arm.
My breath was coming quicker and my heart was racing but I knew it had nothing to do with the claustrophobia I would normally feel with that many people in a small space. As I leaned into him ever so slightly the doors opened and all but the two of us left the elevator. I had taken two steps away from the back of the elevator to push the door close button when I felt his hand in my hair at the base of my neck. A small gasp escaped me as he gently tugged my hair pulling me firmly against him as the doors started to close on the receding group. Before I knew it his other hand slid around my waist pulling me even tighter to him. With his hand still tangled in my hair he moved my head slightly to the right to expose the left side of my neck. I felt his breath on my neck, slightly faster than normal, and my head fell back against his shoulder. I was grateful for the support of his body because in that moment I didn’t think I could stand on my own. My right hand found his left at my waist and my left reached up to pull his lips closer to my neck. Before I was able to do so the elevator chimed signaling the end of our elevator ride. We stepped apart from each other as the doors opened, effectively ending our stolen moments together.

Crowded Bathroom Part 2 [mf][sleepover][quiet][sister’s friend]

The first part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gj1rfo/crowded_bathroom_mf_shower_sex_sisters_friend/). Thanks for the support on the first part.

As I drove, I knew what I was doing was in stark disobedience to my sister Jane’s instruction. Ever since Jane caught Micaiah and I’s hookup, she separated us like bleach and vinegar. Micaiah’s visits to the house decreased and Jane wouldn’t leave Micaiah and I in a room together for ten seconds. As much as I wanted to see her and do the deed again, I had to cooperate with my sister. She had a bargaining chip above me; our parents. If I didn’t, in her words, stay away from Micaiah, she would simply tell our parents that we fucked in the shower. That was a wrath I did not want to invoke, and though at times I was tempted to bear their punishment so Jane couldn’t hold it over me, I was worried that they might cut me off from Micaiah. So, in the end, if Jane told me to leave the room, I left the room, and if Jane told me to get lost for the night, I did just that. The latter of which was her instructions for the night so she could have a sleepover. And that was just the instruction I was about to break. Read more »