It was either day thirty-seven or thirty-eight of state mandated self-distancing. Ben wished he was audacious enough to break-out a sharpie and keep track on the wall. Knowing he needed the security deposit refunded stopped him before he actually got off the couch to look through the kitchen drawers. There probably wasn’t a marker to be had, the apartment was mostly empty. His roommates, Kevin, Stephanie, and girlfriend Anna, had all packed up and headed home when campus closed. The chance of coming back was slim. They took everything with them to save the trip back. Ben was surprised how little he’d contributed to the household. One easy chair, an overturned storage tote, and a shabby card table with equally shabby folding chairs were the extent of his furniture. Anna was kind enough to leave her dishes. It was a nice gesture, meant to say “I’ll get them back from you.” But she was graduating and, before the virus, lined up for a job in Pittsburgh. But now, who knew. The remote possibility she cared about losing out on a hand-me down, chipped, big box-store dish set was not lost on Ben. Maybe they’d see each other again. Neither had been decisive enough to say it out loud, but the lack of discussion about finding a place together in Pittsburgh, Ben looking at schools in Pennsylvania, or anything meaningful beyond the most efficient way to pack up her car said enough.
Category: eroticliterature
The House Sitter
Charles was frantic. He looked everywhere, literally everywhere, but he couldn’t find them. But they had to be here they just had to be!
Charles sat in the recliner and signed. He had agreed to dog sit for his best friends Chris and Tracie, and now he was in their home, looking for the Holy Grail. Or, well, his version of the Holy Grail.
Chris and Tracie owned a cabin at the lake, and as it was spring, it needed a little cleaning, so they took a few days away. Their dog, Chet, usually made the trip during the summers but it was still a bit too cold for him. That’s what Tracie said, anyway. Chris had no problem loading up his trusty mutt for a road trip in rain, snow, freezing hail or burning lava. But she babied Chet, their only “kid” so far. And she put her foot down, so Chris agreed to keep him home.
So Charles played baby sitter. Which he didn’t mind. Chet was an easy dog to care for, but what really motivated him was access to the home by himself. Because his true motivation, his real reason to be here, wasn’t to do his best friends a favor. It was to find naked pictures of Tracie.
Short – Completely Unrestrained – FM
It had been so long since we had made love like that. A year? Maybe more? Not since the first days of us properly dating, the wild nights in Vegas with his touring buddies. The rampant evenings in the hotel.
This evening started so innocently, so sweetly as we clinked the wine glasses and settled down to the piping hot bolognaise as the soothing sounds of the Weeknd filtered over the room.
But he was different tonight, the entire mood was different as he finished the spaghetti and let his fork dangle on the plate, glaring at me with hooded and smouldering eyes.
With a blink of a second, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, by the floor to ceiling windows, switching the lamp by the plant pot on. He wanted everyone to see what he was going to do to me. Our lovemaking had become far too soft for his liking. I needed a reminder of his true power.
I was pinned against the windows, my panties ripped off in a flash, my breaths staggered and rising as he gripped the base of my neck and unleashed his fury into me with a hypnotic motion that rocked me with waves of pleasure.
The Massage Goddess (FF) (sensual)
Name: Jane
Age: 34 years old
Race: White
Occupation: Office Administrator
Marital Status: Divorced
Children: 1
Service Requested: Massage and Bodywork
Problem Areas: Shoulders, hips, calves
Other notes: Stressed, need to relax
It’s a snowy April afternoon in the Rockies. The sun is bright, and the snow sticks to the evergreens. I pull up to the modern, rustic minimall. It’s built on a slope, giving the effect of blending into the scenery. I take a final nervous breath, then walk up to my destination. “Full Circle Bodywork and Energy Healing,” the sign above the door reads, in a white, flowy, zen-like script.
I walk in and my eyes immediately rest. I hadn’t realized how bright the sun and snow were outside. The place is covered in earth tones, from the walls, to tapestries hanging, to the displays of artwork. It smells like a divine concoction of natural oils, though none are distinct enough to name. It’s dimly lit with amber colored lamps. The space looks textured with all kinds of materials. A figure then appears through bamboo drapery.
I fucked my way out of a ticket with a mugshot. [MF]
The bright light blinded my eyes when it flashed. *Well….. I guess that’s* [my mugshot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/g9m0qf/it_kind_of_looks_like_a_filthy_mugshot_when_i/) I reached for my zipper to start buttoning up my pants while the clerk reviewed the image he had just taken. Before I could pull my shirt down a thought slowly crept through my inebriated mind.
“Hey Paul? Drinking always makes me a little bit horny, if some titties could get this reduced….. what would we have to do to get this dropped?”
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The house party was going well, until some of my boyfriend’s asshole coworkers showed up. This was supposed to be a fairly small party, just a couple of friends. I guess word got out on his jobsite that he was having people over, and before you know it, the whole crew is in my house. Great. I don’t mind a couple extra people but they never bring anything, and they drink a LOT. So here I am walking to my car, slightly buzzed and frustrated that I drew the short straw for a beer run.
The amazing morning
I wake up to see you sleeping right next to me with my hand down your underwear given how last night ended.
Admiring the way you look and how perfect you seem to me, I decide to wake you up the way you like.
I run my fingers inside your top and slowly start to circle your nipples to get them hard. This wakes you up with a smile on your face.
I grab your body and put you on top of me.
My hands moving between running through your hair and squeezing your butt. I start spanking you and with every slap on your ass, your smile gets wider and I begin to bite your lips. You take my hand and we get off the bed.
Throwing me against the wall, you launch yourself at me and I find myself buried into passionate kisses.
With one hand on the back of my neck, your other hand starts to move down my chest and onto my crotch.
Working one hand on my chest, you start to stroke my dick with your other hand, starting off with a very very slow pace alternating between stroking me and running your finger on the tip of my penis.
I need inspiration
I have an idea and the need to write out multiple short stories of a sexual nature centered around a single woman. Each story takes steps to erode away her Vanilla nature in more and more drastic means until she has the sexual desire the antagonist wants.
But I’m lacking the woman to write this story around so I’m turning to you for help. If you have a wife/gf, model, pornstar, celebrity or pretty much any woman that has multiple pictures to pull from please send them to my kik at spartanheadnc and I’ll happily share my stories with you and whoever wants to hear.
Thank you.
Wings [MM}
In the dead of night I reach the cavern entrance. Setting aside my lantern, I strip off the cloak covering me. Leaves shift as the wind blows by, a wet chill from the air overcomes me as moisture beads onto my bare skin. My form is slim, yet toned and muscular, obscured only by bulky elven gauntlets and boots, and strands of my own long dark hair reaching down to my waist. I feel every one of them brushing lightly against my back, or swirling against my shoulders.
I savor every sensation, like the chill as the icy air nudges beads of moisture down my chest.
For just a moment, I decide, I get to my knees, and then to my elbows, and rub my body against the soil, shuddering under the texture.
that when i feel it
overtaking me
BUFFALO WILD WINGS
TRANSFORM
my hair changes dramatically, becoming a short cut.
A red football jersey drapes over my chest, leaving me with nothing else but glimmering stud earrings, my thighs exposed.
My lean muscular frame constricts as a feel a funny sensation.
The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 9 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
*I’ve written this story through chapter 26. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
Previous Chapters:
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3xo4/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_55_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqsoi/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_6_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 6.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqto3/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_65_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fa0yjr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_7_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/foxsa1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_8_mf_inc/)
Julie watched her daughter-in-law and son closely at breakfast. She had to hand it to them, they didn’t act like anything out of the ordinary had happened. Sure, Daniel was quiet as he munched his cereal. And, yes, Penelope was a bit taciturn. But if Julie hadn’t seen them rutting like animals with her own eyes, she would never have known.
Brad, George, and Brittney certainly seemed none the wiser. Julie excused herself from the table and went into the kitchen to pour herself another mug of coffee. She listened to George prattle on about bathroom tiles. Brad occasionally offered a remark to let his father know he was listening. Julie tuned them out and watched the steam rise from her cup. It swirled, twisted, and jelled into two clots rhythmically pulsing together.
Arrival and some wine Part 1(MF)
I hadn’t seen Anna in a few years. At least not in person. We messaged every once in a while about random facts, birthday greetings, and even the occasional drunk message. Anna even ‘accidentally’ sent me a risque picture of herself on a Friday night or two. There had always been just a hint of sexual tension, but there was never much more than that. I recently accepted a job offer, and took a month vacation in between for myself. Why not take the opportunity and fly to another country. Especially when someone offers you a place to crash while you take your vacation.
The plane landed around noon on a friday, which gave me about 2 hours to go through customs, pick up my bag, and head to the pickup area. I gave Anna my itinerary, and she told me that she could pick me up around 2pm. She might be able to get there earlier, but told me that I should not go ahead and take public transport. She wanted to pick me up, and that if I came out early, that I better wait for her. I wasn’t going to object. A free place to stay, a free ride, and some great company! Who would turn that down?