Category: eroticliterature

Last days 2 the PE lesson

Alice was horny

At least that’s what she thought to herself as she walk towards gym class.

After her little “show” on the bus she had decided to go commando for the rest of the day, all the while finding more and more inventive ways to “relieve” her boredom.

She bounced her way through the door to the changing room where her class were halfway done getting dressed.

She couldn’t help sneaking a few glances at the rest of her team as they pulled shirts off and gym skirts on making her pussy throb lazily.

Before her fingers could weave their way to her throbbing pussy, mr Barrowman shouted from outside the door forcing her to hurriedly get changed and check that nothing was showing that she didn’t want to showing before scooting out of the door behind her class.

Mr Barrowman stood Just outside the door to the gym, his muscular arms barely hidden behind an under armour shirt, she nearly walked into the door before tearing her eyes away, her bare clit beating like a drum.

*****

Barrowman began showing the class the proper technique for today’s ping pong lesson, his arms sweeping to show which way to swing the paddle. Read more »

Am I funny now? [ddlg]

Rolling over, I just about ran smack into my baby. She laid there like a bump on a log as if she didn’t even feel me moving. I chuckled to myself as I looked at her sweet sleeping face, eyelids fluttering as the morning light from the window shined on her face, mouth open and drooling just a little. She was precious.

Gently, I caressed the side of her face with my hand, moving a lock of hair from out of her eyes and behind her ear. Cuddling up close to her, I felt her smooth, bare legs rub up up against me. I’d forgotten that she fell asleep last night without putting any pants back on, and that she only wore one of my t shirts. I rubbed her thigh, then my hand slipped it’s way up to her asscheek and I squeezed just a little. She made a noise in her sleep, and I felt myself getting hard.

Still wanting her to have a nice wake up call rather than scare her awake again, I controlled myself and just sucked on one of my fingers, getting it nice and slick. Sliding my hand down her front, right between her body and my body, I rubbed her lips just a little before slipping my finger inside her. Read more »

Fashion Show [ddlg]

“Are you ready daddy!?” I called out from behind the door to my nursery. I giggled with anticipation.

“I’m still ready baby, just like the last three times you asked,” daddy said with laughter in his voice. He thought I was being silly, but I knew he was gonna love my new outfit.

“Ok, I’m coming for reals this time!” I threw open the door, picked up the hem of my skirt and did my prettiest walk down the hallway for daddy. Then, right when I got up close to him, I spun around so that my skirt floofed out. I squealed cause it was just so pretty!

“Oooh,” daddy said. He probably thought the sparkles were pretty.

“What do you think!?” I shrieked, excited.

Daddy laughed and said “I love it baby girl. Very pretty.” I was showing him my new princess dress that I just got. I ordered it a few days ago, but today it finally came in the mail! It was long and yellow and the skirt had lots of sparkles. Read more »

Teddy Bear [ddlg]

Trying to be quiet in the dark of my nursery, I moved my hips back and forth, attempting to go faster while still keeping my legs spread open wide. It was always a little uncomfy like this, laying on my tummy with my legs split open, but it feels so good and soft on my pussy that I can’t just not do it.

Daddy doesn’t like me to play with my sex toys without him, so sometimes instead I just come in here and play with my stuffies. My biggest teddy bear is my favorite, cause my whole body fits on him so I can lay my head down on him and still rub up against him at the same time. Just as I was doing so, my clit got rubbed in just the right way, and I buried my face into the top of my teddy bear’s head to keep from moaning out loud. Daddy would probably still be mad that I’m playing by myself, even if I’m not using the special toys, so I still try to keep it a secret. Read more »

Yummy Juice [ddlg]

As I laid on my tummy on the floor, coloring in my favorite hello kitty coloring book, I kept sneaking looks up at daddy every so often. He was sitting up on the couch, watching one of his boring grown-up shows, while I colored. I wanted him to color with me, but he wouldn’t, and that made me real sad. But it was ok, cause while I was laying there looking up at him, I had already thought of another way I could get daddy’s attention.

“Daddy, I want a snaaack,” I said, trying to use my cutest, sweetest voice.

“Let’s see what we got in the kitchen for you babygirl,” he said before getting up and walking in there. I got up and followed him, but I immediately plopped back down to sit on the floor once we were in the kitchen.

“Let’s see,” he opened up the highest cupboard, the one that I can’t reach. Daddy always keeps the best snacks up there, so that I can’t sneak them for treats when he’s not looking. Read more »

Don’t play by yourself. [ddlg]

All that could be heard throughout my quiet apartment was my soft moans and whimpers and the squish squish squish of my pink dildo going in and out of me. My Daddy had been at work all day, and leaving me alone and bored like that could only mean one thing: pornhub marathon.

My videos of choice that afternoon were girls taking huge dildos and dicks in their ass, basically really rough anal fucking. It’s the best when the girls are super tiny and you can see whatever’s inside them all up in their guts. I was laying on my stomach, one knee pulled up to my chest, watching such a video. I was fucking myself from the back, close to finishing when-

“Baby, I-“ the bedroom door had busted open, and Daddy came in with a smile that quickly fell from his face. His sudden entrance had made me jump and then subsequently scramble under the covers to hide, but he still had time to survey the scene: the damp sheets, my pajamas in a pile on the floor, the sex toys out of their drawer. He slowly shut the door behind him and made his way slowly over to the night stand where he set down his keys and wallet, before he started unbuttoning his shirt. I just watched him quietly, my eyes the only thing peeking out from under the fluffy covers. Read more »

Better than paci? [ddlg]

One peaceful night, I was sat on the couch with my baby as we watched The Little Mermaid for what had to be the fifth time that week. Her curly hair laid out in a fan across my lap and the weight of her head on my thigh was both warm and comforting. Resting my eyes and stroking her baby-soft cheek with my thumb, I almost felt like I could fall aslee-

“Daddyyyyy, where is my paci,” my little one whined. Squinting and holding the bridge of my nose with my free hand, I prepared for the headache that was about to come. This conversation always went in circles.

“Where did you leave it last baby,” the sleepy in my voice making it sound rougher than normal.

“I didn’t have it, you had it,” she poked my thigh with one finger when she said “you” and then started drawing little circles in that cute way she does.

“No no, I told you to put it somewhere you’ll remember, since you’re always losing it,” I tried not to sound snappy so that she wouldn’t start-

“I want my paciiii,” she started crying. Read more »

Uncharted: Drake’s Damsels (Chapter 1: Pantyhosed by Pirates) [Fanfiction] [BDSM] [Bondage] [Rope Bondage] [Cleave Gagged] [Panty Gagged]

I’m back with yet another Uncharted damsel tale! But this time, we’re taking a break from posting the chapters of my first two novels and instead posting the first chapter of my third one, Drake’s Damsels. This one is an alteration of the first game, Drake’s Fortune in that Elena is kidnapped by Eddy Raja and crew on the Spanish island with the cursed El Dorado treasure and as usual Nate has to save the day. But there’s another twist to it. Let’s just say a certain antagonist from Uncharted 4 is playing double agent with both Nate and his enemies on the island….Anyway here’s the first chapter featuring Elena getting captured and tied up by Eddy’s men. Enjoy!

**Earlier that morning; in the air flying to Versteckte Insel (Hidden Island)**

    Nate and Elena were flying to the island said to have hosted the El Dorado treasure in Sully’s plane. Elena then began filming with her camera. “We’re on the lost trail of a treasure known as El Dorado. It’s brought us here, to a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.” she explained to her would be audience filming the island from the plane. “Let’s get a better look and pray we’re the first ones there.”, smiled Nate. “Will we discover ruins of a lost colony along with a Spanish gold fortune? Or does the island have darker and scary secrets in store for us. Let’s find out….”, finished Elena. “That should help them from changing the channel.”  Read more »

Sarah’s pussy pays the bills, part 4: what about John?

“Seriously, though, what’s his deal?” Sarah whispered to Pete.

She sat in her office chair in her room, kneels curled up against her chest and a glass of wine in her hand. She wore boring, but comfortable, panties and a bra and her hair was still wet and wrapped in a towel.

Pete had come to check on her after she’d showered following her latest appointment. It was a fairly standard client: a little striptease followed by a blowjob then a quick and (for Sarah) unsatisfying fuck.

Somehow, their conversation had turned to their roommate, John, who neither of them had seen in at least 48 hours.

“I mean, he still lives here, right?” Sarah continued, “the guy hasn’t said word one to me in days.”

“Yeah,” Pete agreed, standing up to refill his glass from the now half-empty bottle on Sarah’s dresser. “He seems like a cool enough dude from the, like, twenty minutes total I’ve spent talking to him.”

Pete dropped back down into the futon, resting and taking in an eyeful of Sarah’s mostly naked body and the way it was casually contorted into her chair. She’d become much more comfortable with her body lately and Pete, for one, welcomed the change. Read more »

Crossdressing Confessions – Part IV

I roll over, back under my sheets right after I read her promissory message. I changed back into boxers in a fit of shame after coming home last night. Still the thrill of that night lingers like a lead weight on my chest, making my breathing shallow and constricted. The sensation resurrects the memory of her hand holding me down against the mattress, the sharpness of her narrowed, blue leer pinning me to the sheets like a silver needle. “Fuck,” I pant, tossing the sheets off of my shoulders and over to the foot of the bed.

My swelling arousal confesses what my thoughts cannot. I don’t dare let it bleed into words, even as a faint inkling of cognition. I need to see her again. I need more.

I make an effort to spend my morning as normally as possible. I turn on the television while I make breakfast, hoping that the little whispers of desire accumulating in my head would be replaced by some monotonous morning show. It’s no use. Every word floats through my mind on a flood of yearning, dissolving in my hands before I can gather enough pieces to form a single clause. Read more »