The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the flush of my skin brought on by his large rough hands gliding up my thigh. It was a cold night and I was happy that we decided to set up camp beneath the trees instead of riding till dawn. All the men were fast asleep in their tents, I’m assuming, given the occasional grumbling snores in the distance, drowned out only by the crackling of the flames.
Category: eroticliterature
The Parlor [FMM]
Chapter One
One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.
I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.
Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink.
Locked Cock and Loaded [MMF][cuckold][cumplay]
Honestly, I don’t remember how it started. It was one of those things that escalated after a slow period of build up like a glacier devouring a valley. Her urges were strong and slow moving. They eventually broke down my walls. She was in therapy dealing with a lot of issues, but I never expected to end up with my cock locked in a chasty harness.
It throbbed against the bindings as I watched Shane fuck my wife from behind. A key with a heart-shaped handle swayed gently as he pounded her doggy-style. Shane was a muscular, thirty-something claims adjuster that Sharon bumped into at an after work happy hour. The man had the personality of varnished
linoleum, but he had the youthful sharp looks of Loki from the Avenger’s movies. In fact, that was his nickname around the office. I was impressed with Sharon’s persuasiveness – a claims adjuster roped into an affair between an over-sexed, workaholic wife and her husband with a fetish for watching.
Lust: Reply [Affair, Solo]
This is the second part to my a short i wrote, [Lust](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gl8568/lust_affair_solo/).
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The phone lit up and buzzed excitedly on the bench. The notification of a new message displayed on the screen as Calli tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at her phone. A smile crept onto her face as she read Jay’s name, her hand subconsciously brushing across her cleavage as she motioned to unlock the phone.
‘Hey beautiful, how have you been? I’ve missed you and your beautiful face.’
Her smile grew as she read the message, her mind painting a picture of Jay speaking the words to her. Leaning back against the countertop, Calli’s fingers danced across the keyboard typing back a reply.
‘Hey, long time no speak. I began to think you might have forgot about me’ Calli sent back, the phone responding with a satisfying swoosh as the reply shot out into the ether.
‘I could never forget about you baby, that cute face doesn’t just disappear from memory that easily’ Jay’s reply came back quickly.
‘You caught me at a good time, I’m about to step in the shower’ Calli messaged back grinning as she moved out of the room towards the bathroom.
She Does As She’s Told [MMMMF] [gangbang]
She looked exactly as Thomas had described her in the ad. She was petite. Really small, actually. She had some curves. Her ass was nice and firm, and she stuck it out a bit. One could notice it when she walked. She had some pride in it, clearly. She wiggled it as she walked into the room that night. She wanted to excite and make a good appearance. Thomas loved it when she did that.
“This is Eve,” Thomas said. His voice was calm and steady.
“Hi there,” she said.
They all were in a hotel that Thomas had gone through the trouble of booking. He was wearing some jeans and a button-up shirt. Eve had on a very tiny skirt and a bra that barely covered her nipples. She had her brunette hair done up in an elaborate finger wave. She had expensive pearls. Her makeup had been done professionally. She was done up as much as possible for the evening. Thomas wanted to make sure she felt pretty.
Naked project day 3 biology class
Sam’s pussy was still wet as she walked along the corridor to class, her friend’s ass still dancing in her mind as she joined the line into class.
She walked over to her seat next too Richard at the back of the room, chuckling to herself when she teased him, “dropping” a pencil and bending over to grab it, briefly showing off her already wet pussy making him snatch his textbooks to cover his growing boner.
Before she could get too smug though, the class was called to order by Ms Middleton tapping her ruler on the desk.
She stared at Middleton for moment as she waffled on about today’s lesson.
She didn’t know whether it wa just the day or something else but she started noticing how good looking her teacher actually was.
her purple polo shirt was hugging her figure, causing a few of the guys in the class to awkwardly cover their dicks with their books to varying success.
“Now I’m sure your aware about what today’s lesson will be about” she said bluntly, her eyes looking over the class.
“We will all be covering the basic points of both practical and safe sexual intercourse” she continued.
The Affair [FM] [cheating] [public sex] [blowjob] | part 1
Throbbing. That’s how I’d describe myself. Constantly aching and needy. Partly because I have an insatiable libido, and partly because my husband thinks sex is “messy”, so we rarely have it. I tell myself that makes it okay that I flirt with men online. I tell myself that having other men describe how they’d fuck me, and cumming to the words, is okay because I have needs. And it was enough for a long time. But then I met Lucas.
We discovered by chance that we lived in the same neighborhood. We shared a love for hockey. And we both were insanely attracted to each other. I told myself we wouldn’t meet, we’d just enjoy the sexual tension online. Two days later he had convinced me otherwise.
He played recreational hockey with games ending around midnight some nights. He told me he’d park outside my place and I agreed to take a walk with him. Walks are innocent enough, at least it’s what I told myself.
On the phone before he arrived Lucas told me, “I’m going to kiss you, you know that right?”
I giggled nervously.
Dinner at the Heathman – A Fifty Shades Fanfiction [FF] [Fanfic]
Here’s another piece of fiction I wrote a while back. This time, it’s a fanfiction of the second book of EL James’s Fifty Shades series, and a lesbian one at that, between Anastasia and Elena. I do hope you enjoy this one as well:
**From:** Lincoln, Elena
**Subject:** Lunch Date
**Date:** June 13 2011 10:15
**To:** Anastasia Steele
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Dear Anastasia
I would really like to have lunch with you. I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’d like to make that right. Are you free sometime this week?
Elena Lincoln
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*Holy Crap – not Mrs. Robinson!* How the hell did she find my e-mail address? I put my head in my hands. Can this day get any worse?
A/N: End of direct excerpt from the book.
On Display [MF] [Exhibitionist] [Anal]
On Display
I should preface this fantasy with explaining the set up of my apartment building. It’s one of those super tall high rises, with a four story parking garage at the bottom. Floor to ceiling windows and balconies for every apartment. The building itself stands a bit a part from other buildings, so no one could get a view into an apartment from another building.
I live on the fifth floor, meaning my view is of the roof of the parking garage, and in theory I could climb over my balcony and walk around on the roof. In the time I’ve lived here, I’ve only seen someone on the roof a few times. Usually someone from maintenance cleaning up any trash that inevitably gets stuck up there. Due to this fact, and my tendencies not to care if any one sees, I masturbate openly all over my apartment, typically with the blinds up.
Now onto the fantasy…
Based on Writing Prompt: To save his lovely cleric companion from a lust demon curse/possession, a noble paladin must fuck the vile spirit out of her.
She was so innocent, so sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, knew it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it was promising. She said she could hear it’s whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and destroy it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.
As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.