Moved in with hot Aunt. Part 5 (M/F)

[Intro & Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxn07q/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_got_a_hand_job_hoping_for/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxvmi4/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_2_mf/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy7xvx/moved_in_with_my_hot_aunt_part_3_mf_quick_tit_fuck/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fyg2zh/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_4_mf/)

The next morning my extreme giddiness was cut down swiftly as Melissa quickly said, “yea your porn last night was like really loud.” She didn’t say it with any venom, but it wasn’t playful either.

“Heh, yeah, I guess my headphones weren’t all the way in,” I mumbled as she smirked and walked to the restroom.

Fuck fuck!! When I told my aunt, we agreed we had to chill to see if Melissa knew and maybe acted weirdly in front of either of us. It was just as well because I started working the late shift, and I didn’t get home until very late. After the first few days, we decided Melissa either didn’t suspect or wasn’t letting on. We decided the mornings were probably the best, but my Uncle was lingering before work, and we really didn’t have the time to mess around much. The week after, Melissa had taken some days off and had her shift switched. Although this did mean she was there in the mornings, this meant that we were getting very close again.

Social Distancing – Part 2 [MF][NSFW][Sexting]

One evening he was feeling particularly…frustrated. He had recently met a woman online he rather liked, but he could tell their association would not turn sexual any time soon. Their video chats and phone calls centered around topics such as family, career plans and hopes for the future. Eventually, the lockdown would let up and they could see each other in person and then perhaps things could get…more interesting, but for now, they would take things slow. He took this as a good sign, but still, he had…needs.

He began swiping without abandon. Right, right, right, right…as a man in NYC this was the technique that made the most sense, you swiped right on everyone and generally matched with a reasonable amount of people…unlike women who had to filter more aggressively. He would swipe until he matched with a woman of decent attractiveness and message her and see where things went. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for as you couldn’t meet anyone in person, but perhaps some light flirting over the internet could help soothe his desires.

A few minutes into an impending repetitive strain injury he received a message from a newly matched prospect all the way from Brazil.

Locked Together [M/F]

“Freddie, fuck… Wake up Freddie”

The words cut through his groggy haze, a familiar voice in a whispered shout. Something was wrong, he felt a twist in the pit of his stomach, and opened his eyes with a jolt. Her face came into focus, only adding to his confusion.

“Lucy? What is…” he mumbled, still half asleep. He recognised her immediately, he’s known Lucy a little over three years, though only had a handful of conversations with her. They are little more than good acquaintances. Colleagues. Yet somehow, impossibly, she was now underneath him, naked on the floor of the office. “What the fuck is…?”

“I have no fucking idea,” she cut him off, her signature low raspy voice laced with fear.

He pushed off the floor to get up, but found he could hardly move. The two of them were lying naked in the middle of the office, a metal frame around their hips holding them tightly together with him on top. His dick was the hardest he had ever felt, almost painfully so, the result of an injected viagra. He could feel it throbbing and hot, held firmly inside Lucy’s tight little hole, gripping all around him and soaking wet. There was a gentle thrumming vibration too, a teasing sensation centred on her clit. Evidently it had been going before they had woken up. A few more pushes from Freddie told him what Lucy already knew from waking a little before him; the metal unit was bolted to the floor, and held their hips in place through a complex set of latches and metal straps.

I Make You My Own [F for M] [Handcuffs] [Female Dom]

Waves crash on the beach shore. The sun is setting, and an array of colors shoot across the sky. Sand covers the bottoms of our feet as we side side-by-side on a striped towel, watching the vast ocean in front of us.

I put my hand over yours and give you a smile, which you return. I look around the beach—aside from us, there’s nobody. Even the trees that line the dune behind us seem to be looking away.

I swirl my wine and bring it to my lips, emptying the last of it, before setting down the glass on the ground. You take the queue and do the same. I trace my fingers up your lovely arms, all the way to your cheek. I lean forward and plant a kiss on your lips.

We kiss softly at first, keeping our hands tame—but as the sun disappears below the horizon and the sky darkens, the switch flips.

I take off your glasses and set them to the side. My hand goes to your thigh as I kiss you hard, savoring the taste of your mouth. I pull your head towards mine, wrapping my legs around your body, now sitting on your lap.

A Perfect Fit [M/F] [EXH, Prostitution]

I guarantee that if you read until the end, you’ll be satisfied. It’s pretty short. Be gentle!

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**A Perfect Match**

Lauren drank–heavily. 

She shifted uncomfortably in her brilliant yellow micro-dress. Was she really going to do this? Lauren hadn’t provided services to clients since her time in university. She shimmied the slithery fabric down her length and tried not to flash the whole of the bar in the process.

Beside her, a hologram virtualized and a Japanese businessman in dapper business attire materialized. He began joking with the man sitting two seats to her left. 

“I’m sorry,” she interrupted, “this seat’s taken.”

The man looked at her and slight digital artifacts showed up as tiny boxes on his face as he turned. He laughed, his portley face trembling slightly, before turning back to his business partner. 

“Fine,” she grunted. 

Lauren Ortiz shook her head and shifted over directly into the hologram. She seated herself within his body. The man objected in Japanese and waved for her to leave, but she sat surrounded by the blinding three-dimensional projected brightness as she sipped her orange juice and vodka. It was a triple, and more vodka than juice, but she would need it if she was to go through with it.

B.E. Quarantine

Here is my new story BE Quarantine where two roommates get bored and have some expanding fun.

[https://www.deviantart.com/boredstiffwriter/art/BE-Quarantine-837136052](https://www.deviantart.com/boredstiffwriter/art/BE-Quarantine-837136052)

Work studies NSFW (MF). On mobile.

I heard the click as the door latched and looked up. I could only see part of the entry from my seat, so when you stepped around the corner, I jumped! I gave a nervous laugh as you stopped in the door frame, looking at me intently. ‘You scared me’ I say to break the ice, watching you walk slowly into the room. I’d been up her for almost two hours now, trying to catch up on studies I’d neglected for far too long. You glanced at the computer screen before me and without a flicker of recognition that I’d spoken, pointed amd said ‘C’, before taking a seat in the row in front of me. You swung the small chair easily and sat facing me, arms crossed across the back. ‘The answer is C’ you repeated. ‘I’ve just finished that one yesterday’, you offered as an explanation. I looked at the screen and moved the mouse to click C’, his presence making my heart race and hands tremble. I prayed he didn’t notice! The quiz master approved my answer and a quick “correct!” lit the screen, accompanied by low cheering, before the next question popped up in its place. As it did, you swung your chair around with a mighty push of your long legs so as you were suddenly almost beside me, your arm mere inches from mine. You scanned the next question and laughed, saying how this one had caught you out twice! I stared at you, not really believing you were sitting here with me, not really understanding what you were saying. Instead, I just nodded when you looked at me. I must have looked the fool. You said something else and again I nodded, smiling when you did. You reached over the keyboard and placed your hand over mine on the mouse, your hand completely covering mine. My heart stopped. You guided my hand as you clicked on the next answer, chuckling as you did so.  “Correct” and the cheers followed. I looked at you, afraid to meet you eyes, but drawn to you like a moth to flame. Our eyes held. ‘You must have a good memory then? I stuttered, Mine is abysmal!’ I tried to laugh but only a croak came out. I looked back at the screen, mind aflutter, unable to even read the next question. Luckily, you went easy on me and took over where my brain left off, deftly clicking thru the questions and answers without pause. When the quiz congratulated me on my amazing score, I again looked at you, not sure what to say. You leant in and kissed me! My heart not only stopped again, but it dropped into my stomach!! I reacted immediately and began to kiss you back before suddenly realising anyone could walk in here any second! I pulled away, my breath still caught, by body trembling, my lips tingling and head floating! I was stunned! Good God! You did that with one small kiss! I knew I was in trouble. I glanced at the door then the large open glass windows along the far wall, before you grabbed my face, holding me firmly, you pull me in and kiss me again. I melt easily. I’ve wanted you for a year or more! We’ve played games for two years at least. Work frowns on work relationships. I frown on them! They can get messy. Ugly. Problematic. I open my mouth and feel your tongue explore mine. My hands have been resting beside me till now. I lift them to your shoulders. I haven’t kissed anyone in a long time and I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands! I rest them on your broad shoulders before the heat of your skin thru your shirt is too much and I had to feel you! Palms flat, I slowly felt across your shoulders to your arms, firm and soft, you shiver as I slowly take in how good you feel under my hands at last. I want to pull your shirt off right here and now, I want to feel you against me! I also knew we had to stop! Sliding my hands back up and around your neck, I held on just that minute longer, not wanting this to end. 

We Finally Met – Chapter 4 – The Distance

[Chapter 3 – Getting to know each other](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy5hw8/we_finally_met_chapter_3_getting_to_know_each/)

Wednesday was here, I woke up, didn’t feel like calling home, I just sent Jen a message: ‘Mocha and cheese-cream Bagel?’ I didn’t know if she was awake or not, but was worth the shot.
I got no answer. I took my morning shower, dress for the day, and checked the phone. Still no answer.
I went to the coffee shop, got my black coffee and plain bagel, and a mocha and cheese-cream bagel for her. It was almost 8.30. I texted her again: ‘Mocha and cheese-cream Bagel?’, after 10 minutes of no response, I called her, she didn’t answer.
I was starting to worry, but it was almost time to attend the event. I looked for the seat labeled with her name, and left there the coffee and bagel. Then I left to my meeting. Wednesday’s activities were divided by continent, so I was not going to see her throughout the day, if I was lucky, we could had lunch together.

Can someone please write a story about my niche fetishes/fantasies? Can never find erotic literature similar to them.

Was looking for someone to write a stort about a mother and son who are basically trailer trash. Especially the mom whos a worn out, drug addicted, chainsmoking streetwalker. And the son whos in love with his nasty mother and the situations they get into.

This is just one of the weird fantasies i want to see written and i was teally hoping someone could help me.

Groomed (M/F)

I had an uneasy feeling as I walked down the driveway of my grandma’s house with this man, ‘James’. I never met him before today, only heard of him.