Category: eroticliterature

The Yoga Goddess: Part I (FM)

Part I: I Meet the Yoga Goddess

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I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous I would feel embarrassed as a 32 year old male attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveals some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charging for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.

My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my semi-erect cock would appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts. Read more »

You want me to be your daddy

So you want to be Daddy’s little slut, “On the bed, ass up rub your clit and beg me to allow you to climax” After I have denied your repeated requests I command you “CUM YOU WORTHLESS CUNT” as your body is wracked in spasms
Then I ram my cock deep, thrusting relentless while pull your hair, and smacking your ass.
Every nerve ending in your body on overdrive, I pull out and start licking your asshole and cunt, then go back to fucking you now drenched in your juices, this time grabbing your tits using then to force you back and forth.
All the time you are required to rub your clit. Again I pull out, I move to position myself impaling your throat with my cock, slamming you head up and down, using your mouth to jerk me off “THAT’S IT DADDY’S LITTLE WHORE SUCK ME UNTIL YOU DRAIN MY SPERM FROM MY SCRODOM, AFTER I DROP MY LOAD DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU WILL TONGUE MY ASS”

If Only [Ff] [BDSM] [Femdom]

“Do you want to cum?”

“Unh! Uggh!”

Don’t judge me—this gag may not be huge, *per se*, but what it lacks in size it makes up in devilish intent. I could talk better and drool less around a fat dick with a man behind it, fucking my face. If only.

Kat waves the wand back and forth, making its bulbous white head undulate between us like a charmed serpent. I can’t take my eyes off it, I want it so bad. I’d settle for my fingers, you know, if my wrists weren’t shackled to the front of my collar—I’d settle for humping a fucking pillow, if I weren’t sitting bare-assed on a concrete basement floor, and I’d settle for jumping her and taking it off her, shackles or no, if I weren’t chained by the neck to a ring in the floor.

If only.

Her face crinkles into a petite frown. She looks down at the wand and clicks it on-off, buzz-buzz, yes, Kat, you bitch, it works—doesn’t it? Oh, her face—oh, God, I hate the way she can hear my thoughts. Now she’s smiling. “Say it. Say you want it. Beg me for it.” Read more »

My Fantasy Part 3 of 3 MF Roleplay

(comments always welcome)

I clasp the waist strings of her panties and slowly pull them off her ass, sliding them up over her knees and off her feet. As if freed, her legs splay apart opening herself up to me.

I begin at her knees, kissing, licking fondling her thighs, slowly tracing my tongue down towards the glistening slit that beckons me. As I get closer, I can smell the sweet aroma of her, a musky, tart smell. My mouth waters desirous to taste her.

Her mound is covered by little hair the same color as her head. Ahh, I think, a true redhead. Her clit is already poking out from between the lips of her cunt, begging to be sucked.

I place my hands on the inside of her thighs and part them more. She opens up to me like a flower, her lips parting, revealing the inner workings of her wet pussy.

I can wait no longer. I push my face into her, intoxicated by the sight and smell. I rub her clit with the tip of my nose as I lick the inner lips and entry into her. She lets out a moan and shudders at my touch. I begin licking small circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue, not yet touching the tender bud, but slowly, teasingly around and around. Read more »

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 4 (MF) (Switch) (Oral) (Sub/Domme)

After Rod leaves the boss told Anna to get dressed and take some time to recover. He asks her to make sure his appointments for the rest of the day are set up and ready to go.

“You did well, Anna. I’m impressed you were so willing to do that for me,” he says as she gets dressed.

“Well, sir, I am at your beckoned call for things. I was surprised you had me blow another man, a gay man no less, but I would never question you,” she says with a smile as she closes her dress around her body.

He puts his hand beneath her chin, tipping her face up to meet his, kissing her deeply on the mouth, the taste of mouthwash washing over the gesture.

Anna coughs slightly and shows herself out of his office, makes herself some tea to soothe her throat, and texts her husband to tell him about the upcoming trip to Europe for work. “Hey babe, boss asked me to go with him to meet with some clients in Europe next month. I don’t really have a say in it, but I wanted you to know! Love you.” Read more »

After the Plague, Humanity can only survive through Male Impregnation.

# The year is 2085.

Fifteen years ago, a highly virulent, so-called “White Plague” struck humankind: all females perished. Wives were gone, as were daughters, sisters, and, most importantly, mothers. Our species was reduced to man and man alone, and knew that it would die out. That’s when the Ganymede Project was initiated.

A worldwide initiative, Ganymede, started experimenting on men, aggressively altering their genetic code, in a desperate race towards salvation from extinction. Human ingenuity truly knows no boundaries: in less than ten years, scientists emerged from their labs with a new kind of man, what was to be called from then on a “Carrier”. Men gifted with fertile, receptive, functional vaginas and wombs.

In the aftermath of this worldwide disaster, conservatives rose to power, and now a despotic government controls our Country, and many others. It recently instituted an innovative National Eugenic Program meant to improve its citizens. First of all, every single person’s genetic makeup has been systematically mapped and registered into a public database, then the most desirable pairings are asked to marry and beget offspring. Love is an afterthought: more often than not, the awkward betrothed don’t know each other at all and are only meant to be together for primal breeding purposes. Read more »

Space…The Final FUCKtier Part 8

Willingham woke up with the hairs on his arms standing up, goosebumps riddling his body as his eyes slowly adjusted to waking up from his deep, long sleep. He felt his body move slightly, pleasurable feelings spreading through his body was Lucy was riding his erect cock, face screwed up with her eyes tightly shut, seething with pain as she moved her hips trying to take him as he woke from his sleep. She noticed him once she felt his hands press onto her legs, looking down she smiled, chomping on her bottom lip as she tried to take him deeper.

“Thought I would get some practice in, more I take it the less it’ll hurt the next time right?” She muttered, gasping as she felt his shaft throb inside her tight pussy. Will recalled last night down to every little detail. Once they were towed back from their mission they made a straight walk to the elevator to his apartment; taking no time at all to strip each others sweat covered clothing down and moving straight to his bedroom. She tried to take him inside her, but thanks to her small frame and mostly untouched vagina she couldn’t take too much, the pain overwhelmed her lust for the feeling of his dick inside her. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 5 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

**Zita**

I wish my textbook would burn!

The Four-winged Announcer of The New Androcentrism is the object we are instructed to cuddle like if it was our most trustworthy adviser and also bed warmer. Weatherby names all eight men who contributed to the text, not alluding to the presented ideas. He revels in underlining it´s central position in the sources of the revised constitution. The content we are to experience in silent reading. I am not allowed to discuss a single statement. Class was safe from the pure disagreement.

The first quarter of the book was dedicated to the fact that in the case of human species, nature has created the duality of leading masculinity and the supportive feminity. This is manifested in physical and mental differences and people must accommodate to these roles. When they do, the reciprocal agreement and willingness to unquestioned division of duties will follow. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 4 – Nicole [Maledom] [Male supremacy][BDSM] [Humiliation] [Dubcon]

**Nicole**

How do you know that they have control over you? Well, the first hint might be that you are doing your intern job, but suddenly they come snatch you for nothing, chase you on two floors and handcuff you. Later they will totally immobilize you.

These people have particular sense for letting person alternate roles, making her active participant in one lesson and mere object in the other. During the Homemaking I was planting flowers, then Holy Submission has planted me.

I had to stand in the tall crate, letting myself buried in soil and my sticking out head being blinded by the latex mask. I am thinking about my coping techniques, but I´m still too much dependent on sensual information and mobility that I currently lack, so I do what I can, which is breathing by nose. Removing of the mask wasn´t that merciful, as I was taken by surprise. Some men watered my face by two kinds of body fluids. I wasn´t yet at the level I could pretend to like it, but I was maintaining stoic resignation. The bastards weren´t lecturing me and washed me once I “savored” it and let me breath freely from that moment on. I would block the most persistent bits of stench with a single finger. Sadly, every one of them was belonging to unavailable parts below my neck. I happened to be situated in the front row of heads and I dared not to look sideways or back. I felt compassion by nature and the shared torment. Watching others would put me into shoes who like it as result of their good work. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 3 – Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking]

**Barbara**

This was a messy day and I didn´t know, why we must go to the class. There was so late already! Standing back on the feet, I imagined how they actually could hogtie us and suspended on something we would be taken in front of the bathroom. Am I supposed to think as a sadistic weirdo for them?

Tired or not, I moved energetically to relieve myself of the shame I was plunged into. In fact, I reported first for removal of the pig tail and felt indescribable relief when they allowed us to wash ourselves. We young ones looked ridiculous. I mean, big ones looked ridiculous too, but I could see them in a kinky scenario. They made us into plain parodies! Nothing today felt sweeter than saying adieu to “Throw away meat” over my chest. Still, being clean wasn´t enough. I tried to picture mom and dad by my sides, her with short and curly hair pushing the clarinet and coaxing the favourite tones, him conducting this exact wife´s work. Zita started to hum after me as well, we two have composed nice prelude to our first chemistry lesson. I have gave mom and dad the window ledge to sit, while I and Zita took the seats and chains in the front, which haven´t yet completely stopped making us uncomfortable. Read more »