Alicia squirmed in the padded black seat of the leg extension machine. Her forest green leggings held tight to her legs and glutes as she raised her left leg with the perfect tempo and range to feel her quadricep tighten and fill up with blood. She smiled, pushing her sweaty blonde bangs back behind her right ear, careful not to disturb her headphones lest they fall out. She loved chasing the “pump.” Finishing her last rep, she adjusted her clear-rimmed glasses and walked to the mirrors lining the walls near the dumbbells rack. A year ago, she never dreamed of wearing what she wore today. The tight maroon sports bra pressed her glistening C-cup breasts together, exposing her bare tummy. A small dark triangle of sweat formed at the bra’s center. She wasn’t thin by any means, but that didn’t matter to Alicia. She’d lost over 50 pounds in the last year and was more in love with her body than ever. She was a shorter girl with light blonde hair, and her big breasts were complimented by a thick ass and legs sitting perfectly upon her wide hips. She didn’t have a thigh gap and had no desire for one. She took a few more moments to take in all her hard work. She loved coming to the gym late at night for the feeling of having it all to herself.
Category: eroticliterature
Daisy the Hucow pt. 3 [M35/F21] [hucow] [lactation] [public nudity] [embarrassment]
*This is part 3 of a series that you can find on my profile. I’m having a ridiculous amount of fun writing about Daisy and building the world she lives in. I hope you enjoy!*
Daisy took her place in the front seat as Master took the keys from the valet.
“Where to today?” The valet asked with a smile.
“Just around town today, with a couple special pit stops along the way.” Master replies and turns to wink at Daisy. She beams back, curious what she gets to see today.
They stop by the dry cleaner to pick up Master’s suits. The woman running the business is always curt with her customers, carrying on an air of being entirely too busy to provide any idle chit chat. And she likely is very busy indeed. But every time Master comes by, he says something charming enough to make her soften and wish him a good day on their way out. Daisy loves watching him interact with others. Always kind. Always irresistibly engaging.
The Teacher Part 4 – Trying to Sleep [M35+/F25+] [Con] [Oral]
Part 1 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w2ywmz/mf_18_the_teacher/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w2ywmz/mf_18_the_teacher/)
Part 2 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w4p8bd/mf_18_the_teacher_part_2_a_quick_one/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w4p8bd/mf_18_the_teacher_part_2_a_quick_one/)
Part 3 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w9mi8v/the_teacher_part_3_the_weekend_m35f25_con/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w9mi8v/the_teacher_part_3_the_weekend_m35f25_con/)
Once we closed our eyes sleep hit us hard. I had no intention of ending the evening that early, but after a full day of work, a long drive, and some incredibly satisfying exercise it came naturally. Of course, we didn’t stay asleep all night.
The first time I woke up I found Katelyn next to me, curled up in my arms as the little spoon. We were both naked and I just held her there for a few minutes, amazed that this young, gorgeous woman was really in bed with me. I woke her after a few minutes with my hand between her legs, slowly touching her, slipping fingers between her lips, feeling her growing wetness. She woke and moaned, putting a hand over a breast, shining in the moonlight coming through the window, and squeezing.
Motorway slut (MMF, Rape, edging, Teasing, BDSM, choking)
*NOTE: This is heavy on rape, choking and forced orgasms. If you are triggered by any of these topics, do NOT read. If not then please enjoy.*
*Note: Not one of my best but just a story that was bugging me and needed writing down. Apologies if it isn’t as good as my other ones. The past few months have been trying to say the least.*
It’s dark tonight. It’s peaceful too. I relax as I speed down the motorway, settling in to the rhythmic sound of my tyres on asphalt. My eyes drift to glance at the full moon, lighting up the night sky. I love driving at 1am. There’s hardly no traffic, absolutely no lights besides the cats eyes in the road reflecting the light from my headlights back at me to make sure I’m staying in one lane and for some reason, the best music plays as well. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of *Green Green Grass by George Ezra* while simultaneously shrugging my shoulders. I pass a car at 75mph and almost swerve in to the side of it. *Oops* I straighten and speed off, pretending it didn’t happen. I happen to glance in my rear view mirror and I see blue lights light up the motorway along with a siren that shatters the silence. “Shit” I whisper to myself as I indicate and pull over to the hard shoulder. This better not take too long, I have work to get to… In 2 hours.
A Blindfolded Treasure Hunt [M38, F37] PART 1
We’d played this game before, but it had been a while. She ran up to change and I set the stage: I quickly turned off all the lights on the main level. In the living room, I picked up the small coffee table and moved it to the living room, leaving nothing but the ‘L’ shaped couch and matching chair. I left the TV on, with the backlight giving the room a dim, purple glow. Nothing in the way, no sharp edges, nothing dangerous. I grabbed the bottle of wine and two glass and set them next to me on the steps down to the sunken living room. Lastly, I opened up a box of my Pro V1 golf balls. I got down on the soft carpet and crawled around, hiding 6 balls in various spots in the room. Behind the curtains, under the couch, in the corner near the little dog bed. I was all set.
Nervous excitement ran through me and I was already starting to firm up. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and slowly opened the door. There, my wife sat on the edge of the bed with a little smirk on her face. I had to pause to look at her. Black lace leggings, up to her thighs, a strappy “bra” that was cup less, framing her perfect perky tits. A pearl necklace. And the blindfold.
One night stand [FM] [20s] [femdom, male dom? You decide]
It’s hard to pinpoint the things that built the mutual interest. Maybe it was the beauty of his facial features, the sight of the gorgeous muscles down his neck, while he listened intently to the friendly banter. Maybe it was her laughter, unabashed. I think it was the boldness of the anecdote she shared, and how he was the first one asking follow-up questions. The point is, as the evening went on and the music got louder, their positions in the room shifted gradually until they ended up next to each other.
It is easier to pinpoint the moment of declaration, of implicit understanding. Her gaze met his, quiet, almost a cold refreshment in a room too humid and hectic. It didn’t leave him when his hand reached hers. It was the igniting touch, the launch of a rocket on a mission to reach the heights of outer space. He leaned into her ear.
“Do you have any place you need to be tonight?”
The Online Meeting, Part 1 [fem]dom, [bdsm], [real], [extreme], [F35/M40]
Besides the ridiculously hot temperature, the day could not have been more average. A morning commute into the city, a handful of meetings in different areas, a late lunch and then one late interview before checking into his hotel in order to get an early start on tomorrow. Since he was more than an hour early for the 5:30PM interview, he sat inside a nearby coffee shot and sipped a black, nitro cold brew while browsing on his laptop.
He’d recently fallen back into some of his old habits of chasing his kinks, only online for the most part, but the last few moments of people watching in the West Village had him thinking it was time to step up his game. It was the unbelievably sexy Woman in thick black hot pants on a 90-plus-degree day that drove him to post a personal ad on the Reddit BDSM channel. It was very plain, maybe even too boring he thought; but it covered the basics just in case there was someone looking for someone like him.
Breakdown [M/F]
“No, no, no, no…” Rebecca mumbled under her breath as the headlights of her car grew even dimmer.
It had been over an hour ago that Rebecca had noticed the red check engine light at the same time she had smelled something burning. She wasn’t sure how long the light had been on before then, but since she’d first noticed the dashboard light she had also noticed her headlights getting progressively dimmer. Rebecca was down to less than ten miles an hour as her tires crunched down the gravel road, her headlights barely reaching a car length ahead. Rebecca checked her mobile phone and felt her heart plummet when she saw that there still wasn’t even a signal.
“Shit!” Rebecca yelled, slamming her palms against the steering wheel as the car’s headlights gave out at the same time the engine coughed to a stop, “Fuck me!”
“Shit, shit shit!” Rebecca yelled as she coasted the car to the side of the gravel road and finally rolled to as stop.
“Now what?” Rebecca said aloud, glaring at the brand new GPS fastened to her dashboard that had shut off a few minutes before her car had died.
Blackmailed. Part 14 [Forced, Anal, Group, Gay]
Part 14
I had a few drinks by now, I’ve been paid a few compliments and my confidence is quite high.
It’s safe to say I’m not too worried about being fucked anymore. Not like the inexperienced guy I was just a few days before, In my eyes at least I’m a seasoned whore.
I have a few shots with the group. There’s 4 of them, they’re all taking the piss out of the one that brought me over, but it hasn’t stopped almost all of them grabbing my ass.
“Think you could do all four?” One of them asks laughing.
“With ease I reckon” I laugh back.
“Come on then. Put your money where your mouth is” he replies.
“Yeh let’s fucking go” another says.
“Matt, your van still parked at the hotel?”
“Yes mate, you can drive it can’t you?”
“Yeh” he laughs.
The guys all get up, one of them taking my hand and pulling me with them. I look over at Miss on the dancefloor who is looking at me beaming with pride before she returns her attention to the well built guy she is grinding against.
The Kitchen Floor F/M married 30+
They didn’t flirt. They didn’t need to. They didn’t tease or pretend or dress up in uncomfortable clothes over awkward conversations in dimly lit spaces. Why would they? They knew each other, deeply, inside and out.
He rested his hand on the small of her back, lifted her hair and kissed her neck where her spine disappeared into her hairline. His other hand slipped around her waist and he pulled her into him.
She arched her back, her cheeks pressing against his crotch, her head resting on his shoulder, her own crotch willing his hand to go lower as her hand did just that and wrapped around his throbbing cock.
There was no preamble, no tiptoe, no falter. There was only him, and her, and the fact that they wanted each other.
She was still dressed. Jeans, t-shirt, an apron. She’d been cooking when he accosted her.
He had just gotten out of the shower. His towel was already on the floor as he undid her jeans and pulled the shirt and apron over head in one swift movement. He could be smooth if he needed to be.