Category: eroticliterature

(This is my first time posting anything like this and I hope I did this correctly. Everyone and everything is fictional. Enjoy)

Gracie was sure Aaron hated her. He was always silent and never smiled. Especially not at her. He would leave quickly after she entered a patient’s room or the ER, where he was usually stationed. He hadn’t said more than 10 words to Gracie since she started at Saint Augustines. And today sure as hell wasn’t gonna help.

The patient was brought in by EMS. She had stopped breathing, she’d been tubed and it wasn’t looking good for a while. The woman was stable though, and they needed to get an IV and lab work quickly. Gracie brought her tray and was attempting to get the blood she needed to run labs. She was one of the best at her small hospital. She hadn’t been there long but she was confident in her abilities. She was always perky and polite and said the right things. She tried to stay out of everyone’s way as best she could. Which wasn’t that hard considering how small she was. Well at least height wise. She was definitely a curvy girl. Her scrubs were snug around her hips and chest reminding her that she needed to lay off the stress eating. She was barely 5’2 but her curly red hair made up a few inches. Read more »

It was unknown why she had to break rule number 2 this time. The rules had always been simple and very clear. Rule 1, whenever he called for her she needed to be in a skirt or dress. Rule 2, never be wearing underwear. Rule 3, always have the 3 letter acronym written on the finger she masturbated with, to remind her that she was his plaything. She knew what had happened when she was disobedient and sometimes she had been disobedient on purpose. But this time it seemed a bit different.

They had talked about this game before – she would go first and find a place at the bar with an open seat next to her, he would pretend to be a stranger, enter and ask if it was OK to sit by her. She would act disinterested but reluctantly grant permission and then it would slowly build from there. Small chit-chat, as if they really were strangers. That chit chat would gradually move into laughter and flirting. That would be the safe part of the game, two strangers flirting in a slightly public way, but in a way that becomes progressively seductive and sexy to those witnessing it. The thrilling part of the game would be when those attentive people in the bar start to get tiny glimpses of the physical intimacy she knew would happen. The art of the game would be to push the boundary of this public intimacy without crossing the line…and of course she had to stay composed as it slowly heats up. Read more »

I want to meet you so much that I end up dreaming about you … and the dream is always the same!
In my dream … we arranged to meet at some bar, to meet and talk a little. I’m really dressed to kill, I have a tight jumpsuit that marks every curve of my body, with nothing underneath, just the jumpsuit! I usually don’t wear heels, but I thought it would be ideal for the occasion. I’m really feeling wonderful and very hot!
So I’ll come to you! We met … you look at me, give me a dirty smile, hug me, and say that I am very pretty. We sat down, asked for something to drink, and started talking, about various things in life, random subjects.
I’m not a good girl, I keep teasing you all the time … Licking the straw of the drink glass, saying things I want to do with you, detailing every little thing. You get a little serious, bite your lips slightly, give a shy smile looking away … obviously you are uncomfortable with the situation because you have a hard-on in the middle of a bar, and I keep teasing you … I I love it! I’m loving teasing you …
Since you can’t take it anymore, we decided it’s time to go home! We go to your house, uber (in my dream it was kk), I start chatting with the driver, and at the same time, continuing the provocation, I send you messages on WhatsApp, you are still uncomfortable, and I, having a lot of fun . The more uncomfortable you get, the more I get excited! For you, it’s been an extremely long and agonizing journey.
Aaaahh but thankfully we arrived.
You open the door, turn on the lights, lock the door, pull me by the arm, grab me by the hair, glue my body to yours, extremely wheezing, look me in the eye, and say “You are a dirty dog!”
I’m obviously loving it all, and when I hear that, I just give a naughty smile and say “all yours!”
Then we kiss, and we don’t stop. They are kisses and more provocative kisses, with bites, more kisses, the only thing we hear is our extremely wet lips, and the breath of someone who seems to have run a marathon. And you like to kiss the way I like, kiss, and stop, feel my face, it looks like you will kiss again, but just touch your lips to mine, and when I least expect it, you kiss me again.
A hand of yours is holding my hair, pulling, and you’re not kidding, you’re really taking it hard. His other hand walks over my face, passes my neck, squeezes, stops kissing me, keeps choking me, slaps me in the face and calls me naughty!
Of course, I love it, and I keep telling you “all yours”.
So let’s go to your room, and … I’m not kidding …
Entering your room I see a chair (let it be my dream and there is the chair I imagined) and of course I want to use that chair.
Then I pull you close to my body, start kissing you again, and my hand starts to walk around you. Passing from your hair, to your neck, down your chest, going to your thigh, reaching your dick, I squeeze, and I go up my hand pulling your shirt, you take it off, then I start to open the button your pants, I pull the zipper, and push it to the floor! You’re just in your underwear (black, by the way), and you’re all mine! Now I can push you to that chair! So I ask you to sit on it, You sit, I keep kissing you, I’m standing in front of you. I take my bag, and it has a rope (I had already thought about it). You are only mine!
So I hold you in the chair, you’re apprehensive, you’re enjoying it more at the same time with a little fear of what might come. I put on a song (Bring Me The Horizon, of course). And I’m still dressed. Then I start to take off my clothes slowly. My jumpsuit is black, with a bare back, so I open the button where it is stuck on the neck, I am without the front part, I come very close to you, and you lick my breasts, you are upset that you cannot touch them . So I move away again, I stand on my back, and I start to take the bottom off, slowly, and you are crazy to see this huge face in your face, and you cannot touch it. You call me naughty, and ask me to let you go. I say no, and I sit on your lap, and I say “you were a very bad boy, you have to be punished”
So I kiss you again, and little by little I go down, kissing your face, passing my tongue over your ear, whispering in your ear “naughty dog”, going down the neck, with light kisses, passing through your chest, passing my nail through yours rib, scratching lightly. I’m on my knees on the floor, I run my tongue over your dick, over your underwear … so I slowly take off your underwear, grab your dick, and start licking your balls first. While I’m licking, I’m looking at you, and you’re looking at me, gaping. I start to lift my tongue up his dick, I kiss him on the head, then I put him all over my mouth, I start to go up and down. One of my hands holds your dick, another massages your balls … you really are enjoying it a lot, you are moaning, saying “suck my dick, suck, suck, suck”
I suck, a lot! Not only do I suck, but I want to swallow it too! So I put it up to my throat, I open my mouth further, I put my tongue out, and I pass it through your balls, and I stay like that until I don’t have any more air to breathe (that’s wonderful).
You call me a dirty bitch, say it tastes too good. I say “do you want more naughty dog?” You say “yes, please my dirty bitch”
Then I suck you again, and this time I want to feel your dick deeper in my throat, you start moving your waist, sliding your dick up and down inside my mouth, so I swallow it all over again, and I keep going up and going down, until I can’t take it anymore. Your dick is all drooling, I’m playing with that thread of drool that comes out of my mouth and it’s stuck in your dick, I spit on the head of your dick, and I’m massaging it, drenched with drool!
Then I stand, and I send you spit in my hand, and I lubricate my pussy (q is already crying too much). So, I prepare to sit on you. One hand is on your dick, holding it so that I can feel it, and the other is on your neck. I take your cock and pass it by my pussy, walking it through my clitoris, then I fit it at the entrance to my pussy, and I go down slowly, feeling your cock entering me, we both moan a lot. I start to ride on your dick, and I suffocate you at the same time (I know you like it), and I keep saying things like “are you liking your bastard?” “Do you like how it feels on your dick like that?” “Do you see who is fucking hot here?” “Tell me who your little bitch is?”
You are freaking out, this sitting is being amazing. You call me a whore, and ask me to keep sitting … and I keep wiggling hot on your dick. So I pull the rope and let you go. (Fucked me)
When I let you go, you pick me up and throw me on the bed …

Eve listened to Dom going about his business, very aware of the persistent, sometimes throbbing, warmth between her legs.

He’d walk to and from between her car and his shed, each time she’d find herself watching the muscles of his chest flexing beneath the tight fit of his t-shirt, and the bulge in his jeans.

She watched him walk towards her, past the kitchen window, and imagined racing to the side door and into the alleyway down the side of the house, and imagined the smile on his face as she took his manhood in her mouth.

She was imagining the pleasure it would give him, to look down at her, smiling up at him with her mouth full. She was thinking how sexy she’d feel if he came as quick as she thought he might, and realised that she was trying to make herself get the courage up to do it.

She took a breath in, and was just about to turn around when she felt his hands on her waist. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him come in. When asked if she needed anything from the shop, she casually replied not and gave him an intentionally coy kiss on the cheek. Read more »

A solitary grunt escaped his lips as his thick shaft, now limp and spent, slithered out from inside her, quickly followed by a slow moving river of his viscous seed.

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Angela applied her makeup and smiled as she ran the pink lipstick across her lips. She wore red for years before Paul told her that pink made her look so much younger. She stayed with pink ever since. She wiggled herself into a sexy white sleeveless dress that hugged every curve. The hem fell five inches below the knee and showed no cleavage. The cut of the dress and her pushup bra did anything but hide her breasts, cleavage wasn’t needed. She chose a black pearl necklace and matching earrings to compliment her black leather pumps. She covered it all with a green double-breasted trench coat that tied at the waist. Her strawberry red French beret made the whole thing pop.

Angela looked in the mirror and said to herself, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

She arrived at Piccolo’s at precisely eight o’clock. Punctuality was a big thing, with both her and her late husband. Mark knew this. He was already seated and had ordered a bottle of pinot noir, Angela’s favorite. Mark stood as she approached and said, “Wow, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look particularly ravishing tonight.” Read more »