Category: eroticliterature

Tired [MF] [warm fuzzies] [soft] [going to bed] [thoroughly fucked]

You’ve loved me good, deep, firm, warm. Quite literally fucked the doubt out of me. I don’t know what I expected to be in its place, but rawness wasn’t it. You don’t mind.

You laugh a bit as you gather your nerves, start to extract yourself from my grip until I tighten my legs around you, my hands to the breadth of your back: “Stay. For a minute.” So, you settle back down, forearms framing my head, fingers reaching to brush the bit of hair in my face behind me. You keep the back of your hand against my cheek while you tell me stories of afternoons you’d like to spend together, evenings you’ve spent staring anywhere but my dress, singing me little songs, until I’m not quite so misty-eyed. 

“Ready?” you ask, a tilt to your smile. “Ready,” I nod, leaning into your palm as you brush one last dewdrop from my lashes. So, so gently, you break away from me, lean down, and gather me up. I’ve always felt like a weight but you raise me, one palm each under my shoulder and thigh, as if I lighten you just by the holding.  Read more »

The Patient in a Coma [Fiction] [m,F] [rape]

Nathan whistled as he bounded down the long white hallway of the hospital. His long arms swung wildly with each step forward. He didn’t have a reason to be in such a hurry, seeing as his position was in IT, not medicine. 

He’d always enjoyed the third shift the most. For him, working nights meant there were fewer people around to make small talk with. He’d always felt like an outsider, preferring to keep to himself. He’d been bullied in school and was shy around everyone, especially women. He’d never had a girlfriend before, let alone, sex. The only sex he saw was what he searched on the internet, and he liked dabbling in the dark web for his content. He got off on vile and illegal videos of women being raped and ravaged, even murdered (sometimes the bodies would be violated further, post-death).

This particular evening at work, he was assigned to assess a monitor in a patient’s room. He usually felt awkward when working on computers around patients, even if they were asleep. As he approached the patient’s door, his arms stopped swinging and he stopped whistling. He lightly tapped on the door before peering in. Read more »

Pegged — [Fdom] [msub] [D/s] [Pegging/Strap on]

…continued from “Pleasing Miss”

He laid in the crook of her shoulder, relaxing while she played with his hair. He loved being held like this after he had pleased her. It made him feel secure and wanted. He smiled as he took in her body; he never got tired of looking at her.

She scratched his scalp. “Pet, you did very well. I came hard, thanks in part to you.” He beamed. “I promised you a reward, didn’t I? Remind me, what did I promise you?”

“You promised me that I could cum on you, Ma’am.” He could feel his cock start to stiffen at the mere prospect of being able to so, much less on her naked body.

She chuckled. “Did I promise you anything else? Or just that you could cum on me? Do you even think you deserve to get me all messy?” He loved when she peppered him with questions like this even though he sometimes felt like he was walking a tightrope with his answers. She had a way of interpreting responses in ways that suited her. She was so giving and yet so selfish sometimes. Read more »

Pet~girl gets married (work in progress)

I haven’t written for a while, I am exploring an idea I’ve had for a while.

This will be more of a slow burn thing.
It is set in a sort of dystopian wasteland.
I will greatly appreciate any advice you can give.
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The world had become an arrid and dangerous place.
Wars had broken out everywhere, there was a total atomic apocalypse, yet people survived.? The ones that had survived had a completely new social normal.

Women and girls were used to trade with because when the bombs started falling and bullets were flying. Girls hid while their brothers and fathers had to go out to fight.
So after many years of fighting and killing and dying.
Women had become completely and utterly submissive in their actions. Everything was for the benefit of their masters, or for the survival of their race.

Women had become a commodity, property. They were left cowering behind the alpha man.

This has become the norm for many years now after the great war. It was common for a young girl to be chosen by a master who would then bear children with her, but he would not abandon her, that was unheard of. Man was the savior, the defender. He provided for his woman, his slave/pet. Read more »

Untitled (MF)

(special thanks to u/writing_smut_is_fun for edit help)

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I walked down from the hotel lobby into the crisp October night and down the steps to the bar. I slowly open the heavy door, and as I walk in, cigar and cigarette smoke pours out from the dark interior into the cool evening.
Inside, giving my eyes time to adjust, the dim lighting casts a yellow glow. Sultry music flows through my body as I make my way slowly to the bar. *Whiskey sour*, I tell the bartender as I sit in the only empty place at the bar, next to you. You take a long drag off your cigarette as your eyes wander up and down my body.
I take a slow sip of my drink, kissing the rim of the glass with my tongue as I feel your eyes drink me in, slowly undressing me under your stare. The smooth taste glides down my throat, the days worries vanish and I sigh with contentment, licking the taste of the whiskey off my bottom lip, knowing you are watching me.
With a deep throated chuckle, you mutter *damn girl* under your breath. I don’t know if you care whether I hear you or not. We say nothing to each other as we drink our drinks and listen to the band, letting the music wash over us with the rest of the crowd. As the minutes pass slowly, sexual tension permeates between us like a palpable energy in this smoke-filled room. Read more »

A teaser’s payback [MF][NC][Impreg]

You wake up in what looks like a well-lit, fancy bedroom. The bed is huge, soft, the sheets’ touch is pleasant to your skin. But that’s where the pleasant feeling stops: you find yourself [tied to the bed’s posts](https://i.imgur.com/s2joDnD.jpg), spread-eagled, naked. In a house that is not yours and with no recollection how you got there. Or when. Or with whom. Your nips ache, they are hard as concrete. You don’t feel cold and the thought of being aroused in this situation is bothering you. Can it be? Tied? Naked? At the mercy of an unknown man, maybe men? In what will probably end in rape?? Oh yes, you understand now it can. All your dark fantasies coming to life at once: being used, abused, hopefully by an older man, bred! You feel your nips getting even harder and your pussy tingling…

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You have no idea how long you were awake, but at some point, you hear steps getting closer to the door. You see the door handle turning and the door opening. You look, tense, to see who is coming through it, if it’s your captor or someone there to save you. Or maybe both: save you and make that rape fantasy a reality! Read more »

Play With stepmom

It is fun playing with stepmum [MF] [lift carry]

My stepmum was always „mum“ to me, and I never knew any other. She was in my eyes, the perfect woman. Tall, slender, dark haired and gentle in every way. We used to have days, weeks and months to ourselves, as dad was always gone on travel, and when he was home, his preference was at the here it is:

When I was a boy, my favorite comics were Conan the Barbarian and the Incredible Hulk. I liked them very much indeed, because they would inevitably save at least one lady in every comic, and they always were scantily clad, and likely over their shoulders, or in their arms. My fantasy developed as I saw these beautiful women carried like dolls by strong but gentle brutes, and I longed for the same.

One day, my mum and I were watching a movie together on the sofa as we ate popcorn. The movie was called “My Man Godfrey”. It was about a homeless chap who began working for a rich family. Read more »

The Parlor – Part II Interlude

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/)

10 Minutes after setting down. I laid on the bed restless, every ounce of energy had been left in the Parlor and my mind could not escape it’s confines. Naked, I rose from the bed and grabbed the mask off the dresser. I reached under the bed and pulled out a velvet shoe box. I carefully placed the mask beside the black stilettos and finally closed the lid on the evening.

My husband arrived home later that morning. Casually, he set his work bag down on the armchair and walked into the bathroom. Through the cracked door, I watched him stare blankly at himself in the mirror. With both hands gripping the corners of the sink, he struggled to make sense of his experience. He wondered why he was singled out. He wondered who was behind the mask.

Morning passed and we found ourselves conversing over the kitchen island. In my unflattering pajamas, I slowly sipped the oversized cup of coffee which I held to my mouth with two hands. A few times I had to use the cup to hide my smirk as my husband lied about his painful conference. Read more »

i need an opinion on this smut i’m working on!

i’m currently writing a teacher/student smut, but i’m wondering if i should start the smut in the beginning of the story where they meet in a bar, unknown of each other’s status and they fuck there and meet each other the next day in the classroom or…

the smut is added later on as the relationship progresses between the teacher and student.

anyways, let me know what you think! also i’m sorry if i’m not suppose to post stuff like this on here.