“Swollen“ (stuffing/inflation/insemination pregnancy kink) Chapter 1

swollen

I went on a date with this girl I found on an app… Elliot. She was a handsome woman, really confident, clean, great career, fit and toned. And yet? Nothing really clicked between us. It was that kind of thing where you really want the other person to fit a mold…but they just can’t do it. It was probably my ex… I couldn’t get over her… either way she was nice but just not into it for the long haul. We had a nice dinner. She was kind of weird about pushing me to finish my plate. I thought it was strange but I love to eat so I did… also to drown out the awkwardness as her eyes occasionally drifted to my stomach from across the table. “What?” I smiled at her. “Am I fat?” She shook her head violently and apologetically. “No no no, not fat. You’re just… really round and I love it.” I looked down at my belly. I’ve always had a little pooch. I smiled back at her, it was cool she was the first one to accept that. I finished my plate for her and we walked outside together.

Bindi Irwin and Jennifer Lawrence’s adventures in bestiality. [FF, Ff, beast, cum-swap, piss, anal, ass-to-mouth, strap-on]

disclaimer: this story is purely fiction; a work of parody. it is not in any way meant to depict, represent, or portray the real selves of the celebrities it stars. once again: the story is purely fantasy.

just perfect, bindi thought, tears running down her face as she stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror. here she was, 21 years of age, on her wedding night… unhappier than she’d ever been in her life.

her husband was wonderful. this was not his fault. he was kind, loving, and attentive; their relationship was happy and their wedding had brought flutters into her heart. she truly loved him, and he loved her too. but that wasn’t the problem.

for her whole life, bindi had harbored… what some might term unnatural desires. ironic, because the animals she fantasized about fucking were nothing BUT natural. throughout her entire time on earth she and her family had worked with animals, helping them, helping people understand them, and she was proud of her work, genuinely and truly – she wouldn’t change a single thing.

Making you my Slut [MF] [Bondage] [MDom] [Orgasm Denial] [Long]

“Are you ready to begin?” I ask. You lay in bed on your back, with your hands handcuffed above your head to the bed post, and a blindfold around your eyes. The purple leather handcuffs I bought for this very occasion. “Do your worst…” you say defiantly, with a sly, mischievous grin. “As you wish Kitten…”, I chuckle to myself as I take you in. You’re beautiful from head to toe: dark brown hair, full lips, and a supple, voluptuous body. Great breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs. I couldn’t wait to make you mine the moment I laid eyes on you. The only part of you I couldn’t enjoy currently were your deep green eyes, blocked by the blindfold, but that’s alright. I lean down and give you deep kiss, our tongues intertwining, moaning into each other softly. I’m imagining you can taste the whiskey in my mouth from the dinner we had just a short time ago. You catch my bottom lip in your teeth, biting it gently, coaxing a little gasp and a moan from me, before letting it go and continuing to grin like a devilish fox. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy every minute of breaking you. I’m going to make you beg me to cum, and you’ll behave much better by the end.” “I don’t beg…”, you say, but I can hear the anticipation in your voice. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. I start by pushing strands of hair behind your earlobes, and slowly, lightly drawing my fingertips down your neck. I reached your collarbone and drew circles around the tattoo you have there, one of your favorite spots. I lean forward and kiss it softly, coaxing a moan from your lips. I then kiss my way down to your chest, and reach your big breasts. I take them both into my hands, massaging them gently, enjoying how they feel, before rolling your nipples between my fingertips, and pulling them ever so slightly. This gets an even bigger reaction out of you, drawing a deep moan out of you as you arch your back in response. One of your nipples is pierced, so I lean down and start to lick and suck at it, covering it with saliva, then I blow on it gently. This sends goosebumps all over and your toes start to wiggle. You’re starting to get fidgety from arousal. While I continue doing this, my free hand is drawing it’s way down your belly and to your navel. I start massaging the soft hair of your bush before just ever so slightly grazing the top of your pussy. “Ahh fuck…”, you let slip. “Hmm? What was that my Dear?” “N-nothing. In fact, I’m starting to get a little bored I think…”, you say brimming with cheek. “Mmm… you have quite a mouth on you so far. How about we put it to use hmm?” I slip out of my shorts releasing my cock, which has been rock hard since we’ve started. I slip my fingers into your hair gripping it as a handhold to control your head. “Stick out your tongue.”, I command. This time there’s no snide remark, and you do it immediately, knowing what’s coming next. I start to slap your tongue with the tip of my cock, letting you taste the pre-cum already building there, and you moan deeply. Done teasing you, I turn your head to the side slightly facing me, and force my cock down your throat. “Go on, suck my cock like a greedy little slut.” You waste no time in doing so, bobbing your head up and down on my cock, your tongue licking it all around. I groan in pleasure, as you suck my cock like no one ever has. While you keep it up, my free hand makes it’s way between your legs. My fingers find your clit quickly, and start circling ever so slowly. You’re already so wet, and your juices provide plenty of lube for rubbing your clit. You moan around my cock and spread your legs even more, in response to my hands on your pussy. You start to suck on my cock more emphatically, drawing a low moan out of me again. “That’s right, suck my cock like a good little slut. That’s what you are right?” You respond by nodding your head and a “nhhh hhh” with my cock filling up your mouth. “Good, good…”, I say softly. I then take my fingers that were rubbing your clit, and plunge them into your pussy, curling them inside and starting to finger you steadily. Your hips start to gyrate in response and your moans come louder and more frequent. With your hands restrained, you have no choice but to thrust your hips against my hands to try and fuck it, getting yourself closer to the edge. After a minute or so, I remove my cock from your mouth as well as my fingers from your cunt. “No please!” you exclaim. “Please what?” I reply. You bite your lip, hesitating, and say “Can I please cum?” You say, with an intersting mix of defeat and hope. I stick my fingers into your mouth allowing you to suck the juices off of them, eliciting more moans from you. Finally, I give you my answer. “Not quite yet, Kitten. But be a good little slut for me and open your mouth wide, and you could earn it.” You bite your lip some more, but a grin tugs at the corner of your lips. You know what’s coming next, and you want it. You turn your head and open wide, letting me shove my cock down your throat. With my hand already in your hair, I use my other hand to brace the back of your head, while I start to thrust my hips and fuck your face. My cock hits the back of your throat again and again, causing you to gag and gasp for breath everytime I pull out enough to let you breath. Tears might’ve been rolling down your cheeks if it weren’t for the blindfold over your eyes. I continue fucking your open mouth fervently, revelling in your moans around my cock and groaning in pleasure. I pull my cock all the way out and replace it with my balls, telling you to suck them. You do so immediately, taking them into your mouth gently but greedily, massaging them with your tongue. I continue stroking my cock while you do so, the pleasure almost overtaking me. I shove my cock back into your mouth and begin to fuck your face again in earnest. “Are you ready to take my cum and swallow it like my personal cumslut?” I ask, groaning as my orgasm mounts. You nod emphatically, your only other response being a long moan around my cock. That’s all the affirmation I needed to hear, and I bury my cock as deep as it will go, and cum hard, filling your mouth with it. I remove my cock and watch as you swallow it all, not wasting a drop, and taking a deep breath afterwards, with a big grin, thoroughly enjoying yourself. “That’s my good girl…” I say praising you. To reward you, I start to kiss down your belly to your navel, and reposition myself between your legs. As I start to kiss and nibble up and down your thighs, I notice your pussy’s practically dripping. The smell is intoxicating, and I can’t wait to taste it. “Someone’s having fun…”, I say teasingly. “Who’s having more fun? You or I?” You manage with a grin. “Let’s find out…”, I reply, and lick your slit from the bottom to the top. You gasp a moan, and your body writhes in response to my tongue. I do so again, mixing your honey with my saliva and start to blow on it, this time sending goosebumps emanating from your pussy outwards to your thighs. Again, you start to grind your hips trying to fuck against my tongue as best you can. I wrap my hands around your hips to hold you in place, and start eating you in earnest. You moan loudly as I start to flick my tongue back and forth over your clit, like I’m putting in a cheat code. Side to side, up and down, clockwise, counterclockwise, I keep switching it up. I alternate between flicking my tongue over your clit and sucking on it greedily, loving the taste of your juices, lapping it up like it were my favorite treat. Your body is gyrating and your moans are music to my ears. I can sense you’re at the precipice of an orgasm and stop short for just a sec. You whine and say, “Please don’t stop! I’m so close!” “Ask me nicely, like a good little slut.”, I reply, my voice even. “Please Sir, may I cum?”, you say with out hesitation. “That’s my good girl…”, I say. I reposition myself and spread your legs wide, as I take my cock that’s now fully hard again, and slowly push it inside of you, filling you up. You cry out a moan in pleasure, as I start to rock my hips back and forth, finding a rhythm and fucking you hard. With one hand holding your hips, I start to circle your clit with my other hand helping your orgasm continue to mount. You’re soon grinding your hips to meet mine and we’re fucking each other with a primal need that permeates us both. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”, you exclaim before long. “Go ahead, cum on my cock my little pet slut!” I say, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy spasms, and your body convulses as your orgasm takes hold of your body. The feeling takes hold of me too, and I cum again, this time deep into your pussy. I drop to my elbows on top of you, and we catch our breath, with me still inside of you. I then remove the blindfold from your head and look into those amazing green eyes of yours, before kissing you deeply again. Our lips finally break, and I say, “Let’s get you out of those handcuffs and hop in the shower. We can both use some cleaning up.” “That sounds like a great idea. I can’t wait to have use of my hands again so I can help lather you up…”, you say with a wink and a devilish grin.

Too much LSD leads a guy to an experience with an otherworldly being [MF] [NonHuman] [Futa(kinda)] [Drugs, but the fun kind]

https://www.literotica.com/s/through-the-veil-ch-01

Embracing my writing hobby, this is the only stuff I can seem to finish. Just posting everywhere, jumping in to the community and all that. I expect to get more involved, and write more, as we all stay indoors for the next month.

Hope you enjoy, but I expect I’ll keep writing either way. Really enjoyed making this!

[26M] “Needful Flesh” Erotic Descriptive Poetic Sketch

Hands run through hair; lips, nails, and teeth on skin. Closeness, warmth. I hate warmth, but touch is tempting enough to tolerate it. Short, shallow breath. Panting, gasping, begging, whispers and shivers. Fingertips on sensitive skin raise goosebumps and neck hair. Eyes closed, lights out, quiet please for release echo in darkness. Denial.

Flowing cloth like cares tossed aside to be forgotten in the moment. But no touch there. Teasing, touching, tempting, tasting, tormenting. Blood flows hot in waiting veins, dripping pleasures splash on cold concrete floors and twisted linens and on skin, mixing like potion, filling air with aromas of passion.

In that moment, identity doesn’t matter. Only lips, fingers, skin, hair, breath, and pleasure. In such darkness, how can eyes matter except when lips gently fall on their fluttering lids? Touch creates form, texture tone, and sound desire.

If moonlight falls it falls through midnight cloths of cloud and rain then through dirty windows to silhouette intertwining human forms. Tied in knots amongst themselves. When identity doesn’t matter, worries fade and with worry gone, lust and passion become pure, as pure as they *can* be.

Temptations in Quarantine- Part Two – Incest, MF

Temptations in Quarantine – Part Two

Peter licked the final drop of his daughter’s pussy juice off the metal hair spray can. As he placed it back on the shelf, his hands were shaking like he had cerebral palsy. His heart was pounding, adrenaline filling his bloodstream. What had he just done? Had he really cleaned his daughter’s grool off her improvised dildo? How could he ever look her in the eye again?

Peter looked down, his grey boxer briefs tented by his rock hard cock, a silver-dollar size dark spot marking his leaking precum. Slowly, he composed himself and prepared to leave the bathroom. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, his erection and the precum stain were unmistakable. Finally, he walked quickly into the kitchen, standing behind the waist-high counter.

“How was your shower honey?” Peter asked. “Very refreshing” Stephanie responded “I needed that badly.”

Peter’s heart nearly stopped, did she mean to use double entendres? Could she know what he’d done? Trying to distract himself, Peter began preparing dinner.

“Stephanie, do you mind emptying the dishwasher?” Peter asked.

My professor’s obsession [FFM] [Bdsm] [Oil] [Slight Coercion] [Preamble]

I had put on the black dress and the laced lingerie on underneath. I walked from my car to the large wooden doors. I knocked and waited patiently for a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It took me a second as to how this happened before the thoughts came to mind.

*Mr. Franklin was also the professor that was viewed as a good guy. He was always generous and helpful to all. He made the work easier so that all the students could understand. He also had a pretty looking body. From his flowy chocolate brown hair to his salt and pepper beard. He was also of a higher lifestyle, driving around a sports car and wearing suits and watches all the time. He also had a commanding voice, maybe from his previous work when he was in the marines. He was married but I still had a decently sized crush on him.

[28F] Let me show you how much my mouth craves you [mf]

My phone buzzes on my vanity. A text telling me you’re leaving work and that you’re glad the stressful day is coming to an end. My mind immediately wonders how I can help you relax and soothe your tired self when you get home. Dinner is almost done, there is beer in the fridge, but I know this has been a rough week for you and I long to ease the tension in your body.

I look at myself in my vanity mirror and run a glance over my pink lips. I pull back my blonde curls into a high pony tail, picturing your face in my mind; my mental gaze pouring over your body. I picture touching you, translating my need to please you through my feather touch across your skin. I feel my lower abdomen tingle.

After 15 agonizing minutes, I hear your key in the door. You’ve given me enough time to pull off my dress, leaving only my black heels and a matching lingerie set. I sit on the edge of the bed, my heels on the floor propping my spread legs up a little higher the usual; my breasts almost spilling from my lace bra. I relax back on my palms as you walk into the bedroom, your gaze momentarily giving away your surprise. I smile slightly at you.

For me, sucking dick is like a drug [MF] [strangers] [part 2] [flash fiction] [flash erotica]

**Heyo,**

I have another short story for you. This is (finally) part 2 for [A random guy fingers me in an Uber](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fdya2x/a_random_guy_fingers_me_in_an_uber_mf_public_sex/). Sorry for the delay! I had major writer’s block.

Hope this makes you a bit sweaty and squirmy. ?

P.S. My stories do not have safe sex. Because they’re fiction. I highly recommend safe sex irl.

The other people we encounter on our way back to my apartment are just as unlucky as the Uber driver. 

On the elevator, there’s no music to drone out the sighs between our deep kisses. Even though he hides me in a shadowy corner, the light still shines on our hands as they grope our most private parts. My neighbors standing next to us—I think the couple in 2D—sharply whisper, even as they get off the elevator.

As soon as the doors close, my man of the evening pins me to the wall with his hips. He undoes the top button of his shirt. We’re alone, but I still insist, “Not here.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to have to deal with them when we get to your place.”

I fucked a high school track athlete.

Spring time always reminds me of track season! l ran track in high school and college and did pretty well. I obviously won’t give specifics and dox myself, but I won state in high school and conference in college. During my sophomore year in college I bumped into someone who recognized me and he asked if I could give individual coaching lessons to his daughter, who was a senior in high school and showed promise of getting a scholarship. I started working with this girl twice a week on some of the technique that her high school coaches didn’t know or couldn’t teach. This whole situation lead to me working one on one with this young, hot, girl. Needless to say my 20 year old brain loved the intrigue. Track is great for your physique. It usually makes for long, lean legs and tight asses. Dana was just that. Tall, slender but muscular, and bounced off the walls like only a high schooler could.