Category: eroticliterature

My cousin, Mara II [MF] [cousin]

Hello guys! I’m glad to see how many people liked the first chapert of this story. In that first part I had a good number of mistakes, so I’m really gonna try to improve in that aspect. It hurts the story. Here goes the second chapter, originally posted [here](http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3456509/Mi-prima-Mara-II.html), by “Hiphop911”.

Once again, enjoy! :)

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It was a picture of her. My heart was racing. It was an amazing photo the one I was looking. She was next to the pool, her back facing the camera and her hands resting on the floor. She was pulling her round butt out with a very thin red g-string, completely tucked between her asscheeks.

But that was not it, she was topless. Yeah, topless. All my blood was being pumped straight to my cock. You could not see her boobs, but you could tell she was wet, her hair done, reaching her lower back.

But the best thing of all was how you could see a little bit of the shape her pussy lips had under the fabric. It was a glorious picture, high definition. Seeing how the string covered her butthole. Her ass has big enough to fill most part of the laptop screen. Never saw something like that. Read more »

The Temptress [MFF] [fiction]

A knock on the door woke me from my Sunday afternoon nap. My wife wasn’t supposed to be home for another six hours, and a nap was a damn thing to interrupt when I had the whole house to my lonesome.

“Jackie!” a woman’s voice yelled through the door. It was my wife’s friend Brenda. Jackie wasn’t my wife, it’s what she called me–though I much preferred Jack–but she says it like she wants me to be one of the girls.

“Hi Jackie, I know you’re in there!” she yelled. Brenda was pretty obnoxious, like a lot of my wife’s friends. They make her happy, though, so I do try to be patient with them. I know my wife knows how I feel, even though I always lie and tell her how much I enjoy their company.

That was only partly a lie, because what my wife’s friends lacked in social charms, they made up for in looks. These women–my wife included–were knockouts, each and every one of them. They all looked their age, more or less–we’re in our late 30s and 40s–which made their sex appeal all the more alluring. Read more »

New community on sexual spirituality.

r/Cosmic_Sexuality is a mashup of everything artistic of the body, stimulating conversation on sexuality and spirituality, nude yoga practice, naturism, and just the acceptance of “sex is natural” in general. We are a sub that allows erotic picture posting as well as text conversations. A lot of subs are one or the other. The idea is for people to be free to show off, as well as browse stimulating photos and engage in deep conversation while “in the mood”. The spiritual thoughts paired with arousal can prepare one’s mind for better sex later in actual engagement. Come learn and grow with us!

I exhale forcefully, catching you by surprise. [MF]

You settle inside of me, moving a hand from its grasp on my breast to my cheek.

“Are you okay?”

The lust in your eyes doesn’t leave, but condenses to make room for concern. Different expressions of the same magnanimous care.

I feel my cheeks flush, attempting in vain to not meet your gaze. “I’m trying not to come yet.”

“Oh, honey,” you grin, tucking a bit of my electrified mane behind my cheek, tracing fingers to my chin, bringing my eyes to catch yours, “I plan on making you come again.”

Involuntarily, I clamp tighter around you. “And again.”

My hands lace around your back.

“And again.” You have to murmur this one because I’ve brought my mouth to yours, tightened my legs around your hips, bucked up to meet you with new abandon. Crushed words are followed by a smile. You live to make me fall apart. 

“Come on then,” you smirk, fucking deep and hard, forcing my body to make room for your presence. I grimace, my forehead rising to meet your shoulder.  Read more »

Trouble in Pandora: Part One [Fluff/Setup]

The weather was miserable – blustering wind buffeted sheets of icy rain through the streets of the City of London. Any unfortunate pedestrians quickly found themselves drenched despite futile attempts to keep the weather at bay with flimsy umbrellas.

Kelly was one of the few struggling with the regrettable weather as she trudged through the financial district. Her Ugg boots were doing their best to keep her feet warm but she could feel the rain slowly seeping in through the thick fabric.

Cursing under her breath, she fought to keep her umbrella upright while trying to tame the mini whirlwind of hair assaulting her face at the same time. It didn’t take long before she gave up on trying to tuck her brunette locks behind her ears. Instead, she focused on huddling beneath her umbrella and angling it against the onslaught of sleet.

Her workplace was straight ahead; just a little further!

Bursting through the building’s glass doors, she stood panting in the empty lobby for a moment as the heavy doors swung silently closed behind her. The warmth and quiet of the foyer slowly enveloped her as the rain dripped off her soaked overcoat onto the tiled marble floor. Read more »

Star Wars : Dark Secrets – Chapter 9 – Public, Free-Use, Gangbang, Mother and Daughter, Corruption, Senator, Big Dicks, Jedi Apprentice, SWTOR

Previous Chapter – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g1j6iw/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_8_public_freeuse/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g1j6iw/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_8_public_freeuse/)

All Xau could think about was the sound of air being sucked out of the room that he was in. There was chaos all around and the thing that took his attention more than the gaping hole in the bulkhead was the fact that the figure in the armored suit simply seemed to glide across the ground before jumping out into the void of space. The Sith would have cursed if he had any energy left. Alas his entire focus right now was geared on keeping his hand planted on a conduit box to keep from flying out. Invincible as he was there were still some basic causes of human death that Xau could not beat. He quickly looked over the area looking for something to plug the hole. There was little to use, no crates or other large pieces of gear around. The majority of the smaller articles had flown through in the first few deadly instants of decompression. Read more »

A Trip to The Sex Store (MF) (Interracial) (Gloryhole)

I glanced left and right, hoping that nobody was looking as I entered the store. Even if somebody saw me, it was unlikely they would recognize me, a random guy from the next town over, but I was still anxious about walking into an adult store.

This wasn’t usually my scene, but since getting out of my most recent relationship a month ago, I hadn’t gotten any, and felt like my game had gotten atrophied in the time since I was single. A friend told me that if I came here, I might meet girls that would fuck without a lot of work. I agreed that I would go mostly because I was pretty sick of using my own hand and thought I’d scoop a flesh light.

The small store was mostly empty except one male cashier. Whatever, I thought, let’s just grab this thing and go home. After glancing at a Dillion Harper sleeve, I was drawn to the ass imitations for Angela White and Adriana Checkik. I was having a very serious mental debate between the two when I noticed a girl walked in. Read more »

The Curvy Neighbor [voyeurism]

Smoke billowed through the living room as it dispersed and spiraled into the air. Tanner held the tight blunt to his lips, tasting the sweet mango flavoring of the wrap. He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling a load of stress. He closed his eyes, completely soothed. In a split second his peace and silence was over. He jolted as a shrill voice came from the bedroom.

“TANNER, I’ve told you a million times, smoke *OUTSIDE*!” His irritated wife yelled. 

Tanner cringed as he wondered if the smoke *really* bothered her or if she just wanted to have control. “*Fucking Christ, I can’t relax in my own apartment?”* he muttered quietly to himself. 

Tanner replied “Yes darling!” in a sarcastic, mocking tone as he rose from the couch and slunk to their balcony. The sliding glass door jammed a little when he tried it, causing him more frustration than the occasion called for.

He stepped out into the warm summer air and inhaled, breathing in the aroma of a burning charcoal grill. He closed his tired eyes and listened to crickets chirping in the woods, enjoying the pleasant sounds of early summer. Read more »

Assignment One

She felt every hard thrust of his body against her own. He used her hair as an anchor, yet another way her body became the epitome of betrayal. Her hair, simply a tool to be used against her. Moans left her mouth and the sound of her voice seemed like that of a stranger. How could this man bring out a whore she didn’t recognize? The heat was rising in her stomach and chest as she stay there on her knees rocking back and forth between the crowd and his cock. She closed her eyes to save herself the embarrassment though the head mistress had other plans. “Look at us, open your eyes young lady! Look at all those you serve.” She opened them and locked eyes with a man in the crowd, her own Dominant. She neared orgasm and mouthed the words “Please Sir, may I cum?” He shook his head with a strong NO and tears began to flood her eyes.

Daddy’s Journal [Mf][Daughter][Quarantine]

Matt pushed the cotton blanket aside to sit on the edge of his bed. The only light still on in his room was the small lamp at his bedside, and it cast a soft glow about the room. Clad only in his boxers and a light pair of pants, he grabbed his journal and his pen and started writing. Ever since he was a kid he wrote in a journal every day before bed. It was his way of unwinding, of getting things off his mind so he wouldn’t worry about them when he went to sleep. And he wrote everything in the journal. He wrote about how he felt lonely in isolation, but was happy that his daughter Julie was accompanying him. He wrote about how hard it was to find a girlfriend now, and how he wanted a woman in his life. In fact, he felt so depraved, his dreams had started to reflect that. He dreams almost always were about a girl; dating, kissing, holding, fucking. Last night, he dreamt about having sex with a girl, but not just any girl. In his defence, it was the only girl he had seen face to face in the last month, but that didn’t comfort him. It was his daughter, Julie. But as disturbed as he was, he still wrote down the dream. In fact, he wrote it in great detail. He detailed what Julie was wearing and what she did. He wrote how he dreamed her curly blond hair would lay on the bed, how her dark blue eyes would be closed shut, how her slender legs would wrap around his neck. Of course, he dreamt about her body too, the feel of her round c cup breasts, the look of her pink shaven pussy, and the curve of her small but round ass, but that was harder to imagine. After all, he hadn’t really seen those things since she was a child, and they had grown since. All he had was the outline of her clothes, but his imagination was able to make them seem real. So real. He could almost feel her, but alas, he woke up too soon, and to souled pants. He stopped writing and wondered. Was all this too real? He wrote. Julie was his daughter, albeit beautiful. It was this quarantine, he decided, it’s not his fault. He continued to write about the rest of the day, but failed to write anything consequential. He ended the diary entry with ‘Father’s day is tomorrow, and possibly the loneliest one I’ve experienced. Now, more than ever, I miss Sandra.” Read more »