collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hello! I’m Sam, I’ve been into literature my whole life. This past year I tried writing erotica and realized it is something I can enjoy working so I decided to start doing commissions!
Experience wise I am practically a toddler but I believe it could be fun to grow as I take in more clients! Obviously, the prices are quite cheap, not going over $10 for 5000 words, so if anyone is interested, contact me!
Open to any sub genres/kinks/fetishes, no judgement:)
Peter Donovan awoke to the sound of knocking on his front door. He climbed out of bed, walking across his studio apartment to answer the door. As he opened it, he was shocked to find his daughter Stephanie there, tears running down her face.
“Steph, are you alright?” Pete asked, pulling her inside. As she walked through the door, she dropped a small carry-on suitcase to the floor.
“Yes, I’m just disappointed. Brandon and I were supposed to board a cruise from Oakland tomorrow, but I just got word that it’s canceled due to the virus. I literally landed here in a San Francisco and received the notification from the cruise line” Stephanie said.
“Where’s Brandon?” Peter asked, looking around for his daughter’s mediocre boyfriend.
“He’s back in Arizona, he stayed one more day to complete a final. I wanted to arrive a day early to surprise you. Some surprise!” she replied.
“Well, come on in and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.” Stephanie walked into her father’s high-rise studio apartment, as always, taking in the stunning view.
Diane and Emily were an average couple. One of them seemingly wearing the pants. You could guess who that was as Diane pushed Emily’s face into the pillow as she thrust into her tight, shapely rear.
Emily had always been somewhat submissive to Diane, but not entirely by choice. She had wanted a turn at being on top, but Diane never let that happen. She was too proud. She had too big of an ego. When Emily would try, Diane would always make it into a competition – of which she came out on top. The most Diane had ever done for Emily was give her a hand or blow job here and there. No face-fucking, no playing the submissive role. When she did pleasure Emily in that way, she made sure she knew that she was still in control.
But that was their relationship. Diane wore the pants, and Emily took hers off. They’d been together for nearly a year with this going on. And Emily more or less let it happen. She had brought it up with Diane several times, and she’d always come up with the same response.
“If you can beat me, you can fuck me.”
Rolling her neck back until it hit the back of the sofa, Jade sighed in content as she listened to the cooing sounds of slurping and suckling. Her eyes fluttered shut as her lips curled upwards in appreciation for her partner’s technique. Gwen’s tongue rolled and twisted on the underside of Jade’s veiny cock, which was thick and pulsing with pleasure as it slowly entered Gwen’s hot mouth.
The two gals had just finished a round of strip poker. Jade being the winner, was left in her unbuttoned red flannel shirt. While Gwen, the defeated, had been stripped down to her birthday suit, and was now wagering her body in thelast round of the game. If her hand was better than Jade’s in the next round, she’d be freed from the task of having to get her off. And if it wasn’t, she be choking down a wad of Jade’s cum.
Jade had Gwen’s strawberry blonde hair wound up in a fist at the top of her head, gently encouraging her to move her plump pink lips further down her shaft. Jade had her legs spread wide, allowing Gwen to kneel in front of her. She’d scooted up to the edge of the sofa, her sack threatening to spill over its edge.
Alexis and I go way back, I think since 7th grade possibly. We broke up years ago, and I’ve dated much after her. Yet, after every breakup I went through, I always had an urge to fuck Alexis.
I wish I could show you pictures of her tits. Faint light blue veins right through her tits, one ending on her pierced nipple. I forgot what they measured, but it must must have been in the DDD area.
It was a Friday night that I texted her out of the blue. I really wanted to fuck, and I know she would love to be fucked. Within a few minutes of texting back and forth, we agreed we’d meet up Saturday night at her place. I told her I didn’t want to wear a condom, and she didn’t care. She’s been on birth control for 15 years. The conversation ended with her sending me a 30 second clip of her playing with her huge tits in a pink sports bra.
An hour before heading to her place, I let her know I’m on my way. She tells me she’s out of clean clothes, so she’ll be hanging around in her bathrobe.
“Daddy?”
I was sitting up quietly in the bed, drinking coffee and reviewing my notes under the warm glow of dim lamplight when I heard Grace’s gentle voice. Turning to look at her I said, “good morning, sweetheart,” and smiled, surprised to see her awake. She looked so soft and beautiful in the early hour. As badly as I wanted to throw her face down and fuck her again, I remained still and watched her as if she were a butterfly preparing to fly out among the flowers and drink the day’s nectar.
Rising up naked out of the bedsheets, she scooted over and snuggled warmly against me. “I thought you would be gone by now,” she said as she lay her messy head down on my shoulder.
“I thought that we should spend the day together. I would like it if you joined me today out in the park.” I placed my notes aside and pulled her into my arms, and pressed a kiss on top of her head. “We can go have breakfast at the Coral Cafe. Then visit the shops on the way to the park. I know how much you like shopping,” I added. “Then I figured we could go swimming. There is this wonderful little spot that I have been wanting to take you to. It’s quiet and we’ll be alone,” I said as I lightly grazed my fingertips over the soft slope of her shoulder.
Hi! I’m an artist looking for writer who can write explicit sex scene but also have mind for overall good storytelling. I want to make adult graphic novel but every chapter will have a blank words that reader can take a vote on the given choices (ie. He found _____ 1.axe 2.car key 3.dog) which will determine future chapters.
I have a rough story in mind about teenager in the post-apocalyptic world that have Manivores (Monster that only goal is to kill human). I want writer with open-minded and fine with criticizing each other work (I might throw a lot of idea at you, doesn’t mean you have to do it though ^^). I can provide 2 artworks every week, it doesn’t need to be sex scene every chapter, as I said I still want this to be fun adventure story with NSFW stuff. I’m thinking releasing it for free but also have Patreon, Profit 50-50.
Here’s my work[ ](https://imgur.com/kkBaDrr)
[https://imgur.com/kkBaDrr](https://imgur.com/kkBaDrr)
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If you’re interested, show me your work! Let’s team up!
We had a small get together with several of our close friends, my 2 good buddies and one of their girlfriends. The girls were all in their typical EDM/rave wear, you probably know the type. My wife especially likes to wear revealing clothing, always kind of been her style. We all took some great molly, were listening to music, dancing and just enjoying the time together. Most of our friends left around 1-2 AM and my buddies Jake and Rob were still up with us hanging out, bullshitting and laughing, whatever. Rob’s girlfriend was tired and decided to check out, so she went upstairs and just passed out hard on the guest bed.
If anyone is interested in literally thousands of erotic tales, there’s a LGBT, free to use archive of stories called www.Nifty.org. The majority of the catalogue is gay and lesbian, but there’s a bisexual tab as well, with plenty of straight stories. About 20 subcategories in each orientation, with each category containing hundreds of stories.
It ranges from the romantic to the depraved.
Enjoy.
Killian Jones was pretty much like any other thieving con-artist. Charismatic, skilful, and knowledgeable when it came to artefacts. He was about to turn for the night after another successful steal from a party he had been ‘graciously invited’ to. Admiring a jade necklace, he had stolen from one of the female patrons there, he was cruising down the lonesome road in his white Ford car only to realise he had taken a wrong turn. Mostly because his eyes were on the necklace he had gotten. Though he should be luckier he did not get into an accident. However, Killian only realised this as the road began to grow more uneven towards a gravel path. He was about to put the car in reverse before the large manor to his left caught his attention. Figuring it must be some coincidental fate thing that lead him here, he would just reluctantly take it as another way to earn big. After all the night was still young. But he needed to come up with a convincing excuse to be let in.