Sasha was a secret agent, trained by the government. She was a tall, blonde, 48-year-old curvy woman. She had soft, big and rounded breasts. Even though her fighting abilities were amazing, her body played an important part in defeating her male enemies. She seduced them with her incredible beauty, and distracted them. This time, she was on a mission to defeat and capture Alec Lightwood. He’s a professional fighter, and knows how to use a bow and arrow like no one else. This is the time to show her skills, this is the time to prove herself. Alec is a part of the opposing political party. The government is malignant, and trying to exterminate any competence for their next candidate. Alec was the son of the biggest competitor against the government, and therefore was the key to defeating his father. However, would Sasha be able to defeat him and capture him?
Category: eroticliterature
The Story of Cunt – Day Seven [last day] [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Seven
Cunt had a dream that night: she was a champion nude wrestler taking on a stronger contender. As she went to grapple, her noodle arms gave way, leading to her being grabbed around the waste and overpowered. Her opponent pulled her to the ground and held her down, pushing her knee into Cunt’s back before slapping her on the ass. The slap awoke her to the realization that this wasn’t a dream. Cunt opened her mouth to protest, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. She attempted to scream through the mouth, but a second person quickly jumped on her back and pulled her throat up into a camel clutch, quickly choking her and stopping her from screaming. The first man stepped up in front of her and slapped her in the face. This was when Cunt realized that this was the man who had pissed on her the night before.
Sweet Cherry Pie – Ladies of Reddit (FF) (Toys) (Oral) (Light Bondage) (Forced Orgasms)
I was sitting at work when Megan sent me the photo she snapped in the mirror. Her red hair fell in graceful waves down over her smooth pale skin. The bright white robe was opened, showing me her body but concealing her perfect breasts. The belt slipped down between her spread legs concealing the tiny red line of hair that she kept neatly trimmed above her perfect pussy.
Along with the photo was a two-word message, one that made the rest of the day drag by unbearably slow. “I’m waiting.”
My pussy throbbed at the thought being with Megan again. Three nights ago, when I first met Megan at a bar, we wound up going home together. Her hands were amazing, her lips were soft and perfect, and her tongue… Her tongue did things to my body that no other woman ever has. Sparks flew all night long, and we’ve seen each other each night since.
At 5:00, I clocked out and rushed to my car. I was at Megan’s apartment in ten minutes and slipped inside. Megan stood in the kitchen, still wearing nothing but the white robe untied and giving me a great view of her body. I ran to her, pushing the door closed behind me as I went. My hands slipped inside her robe and around her body. I pulled her close, feeling the swell of her breasts pushing against mine as we kissed.
Back to Reality
I find myself sitting on a bed in a dark hotel room, facing a window with the luminescence of the parking lot lights shining through a partial opening in the curtains.
Despite the chill of cold, I’m topless with black lacy underwear: my knees are up, pressed against my breast and my hands are crossed hugging my legs close to my chest for warmth.
I feel him from behind, as he pulls my hair back, revealing and kissing me on my neck. His hand touches my elbow and softly follows my skin along my forearm up to my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine.
On my neck I feel his mouth slightly open and his tongue increases the intensity of the kiss, then he begins to lick from my neck up to my earlobe, biting softly. His hand then moves from my hand and traces along down the outline of my leg, which are still pressed against my breast.
I begin to feel my heart rate quicken in intensity. As I slowly separate my legs, he responds to the invitation and traces his fingers softly towards my inner thigh.
The best way to wake up [MF]
*All my writing is original. This one is from March 2018*
Using your code you let yourself in, quietly closing and locking the door behind you. It’s not our usual night so while entering the bedroom, you stop and listen. My breathing is soft and slow, sound asleep. I shift slightly and you pause undressing, wondering if you woke me. Undressed you slip into bed and discover I’m nude, skin warm from a recent bath. I’m turned away from you on my side. You trail two fingers down my rib cage and along my waist and hip. I sleepily sigh and press myself into you. My breathing speeds up a little, still asleep.
Your cock is hard and you press it against my ass, and wrap an arm around me, cupping my breast. Pulling me closer to you. You gently shift one of my legs slightly and your head and shaft slip between lips slight wet and warm. Slowly you slide in and out of my lips which respond by swelling and getting wetter and wetter. As you enter me, you pause as the head of your cock just pushes in and my hips rotate slightly, and my ass pushes back into you, encouraging. You push your cock deep and I respond with a moan and wiggle closer. A few slow thrusts and your mouth on my neck and you know I’m finally awake when my hand reaches back to your hip to pull you closer and I whisper “Thank you”. You roll my nipple in your fingers and push yourself as deep as you can go, and roll me to my stomach.
Short Story: Meetup
It’s happened so many times before. They tried to make a pact to end this regular liaison but it still didn’t work. His girlfriend would be at work for the next couple of hours or so, and her boyfriend was out with a friend. They chose his house this time. As the door shut they kissed at each other with passion and desperation and flung clothes as they made their way to the bed. It made her feel guilty, but insanely turned on thinking that he had fucked his own girlfriend here last night and now it was her. He stood over her and rubbed her wet pussy while thinking of his girlfriend. His eyes moved around the room and caught a glimpse of her panties on the floor, her clothes in the closet, and her bracelets she left on the night stand. Then he looked down and could only think of making this woman feel as good as possible. He sunk his dick in and felt her body quiver with satisfaction. He immediately picked up the pace and began pounding her. Through moans and heavy breathing she told him, “he doesn’t give it to me like this”.
The Story of Cunt – Day Six [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Six
Demoness – A story of possession
Good morning everyone! I’ve been working with an app developer to write some erotica for them. I can’t tell you the name yet, as the app isn’t quite yet released, but I can give you a sneak peek of one of the stories I’ve been writing for them.
The complete story will be around 20,000 words and 13 chapters. I have taken scenes from three chapters to share with you. The premise is that Stacy, the main protagonist of the story, has been possessed by succubus claiming to be an ancient Roman goddess named Suadela. I hope you enjoy the excerpts, and I will let you know more about the app when the company has a release date.
# Chapter 3
Stacy took Alex’s hand and pulled her off Jack’s lap and into her arms. Stacy began to run her fingers through Alex’s short brown hair as they continued to kiss. Her lips kissed down to Alex’s neck, finding the spot she knew Alex liked. Stacy felt the all-too-familiar wave of lust begin to build inside her, the same thing she felt when she’d seen Evan earlier that day. Stacy slid her hands under the other woman’s shirt, feeling her firm stomach before sliding her hands up to cup Alex’s small breasts. Her bra was already off, probably removed by Jack earlier in the evening. Stacy began to tease Alex’s nipples, gently pinching and tugging as Alex’s body began to quiver with excitement.
What was your most regretted missed sexual opportunity. [MF] [MM] [Anything]
Last year I attended a party with a couple of friends.
I was their designated driver.
As the night wore on I was approached by a girl I had met once before.
She and I began talking about the poor choices for a hook up at this party.
As we were chatting she asked me if I wanted to take her home and enjoy an evening together.
As she was talking she opens her purse and with a smile on her face showed me a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
I couldn’t believe my luck!
However I was the designated driver for my drunken friends.
She ended going home with another friend of mine.
Two days later I saw my friend and asked him what happened after the party between the two of them.
His response was “It was the greatest sexual experience of his life!!!”
What was your missed opportunity?
Encounter [MF]
(all work is my own)
You’re with your brothers. It’s a celebration, what for doesn’t really matter. It’s really just an excuse to get away from the demands of day-to-day life, hang out, and drink.
She’s at table alone in the hotel bar. Laptop open, a half-eaten meal pushed aside, a glass (mostly gone) of something amber colored. You look at her and feel something primal respond. There’s an instantaneous attraction. She’s really nothing to write home about; but there’s fire anyway. Mid-forties, petite, with just enough extra pounds to her, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t break her if you bent her over a chair.
A brother says something in a just-too-loud voice, it was crass, and you wince a little when she looks up and catches you staring. She peers over the top of her glasses at you at gives you a wry smile. The smile is enough that your cock starts to rise.