Category: eroticliterature

Handjob hotwife (F M) Part 1

I had found her on tinder, we had both swiped right, and a week later of swapping texts and photos, she was keen to meet me. Thing was she was happily married to a loving husband. But she just wanted a bit of extra fun and excitement.

She had explained her rules before agreeing to meet me. Basically we couldn’t have fun penetrative sex as she felt that was cheating on her husband, but she was keen to play with my thick 7 inch cock.

From her photos and what she had told me I knew she was slim, slightly toned without losing her feminine figure. 5’6, long dark hair, small but beautifully shaped perky breasts, with delicious looking thick nipples. But when I opened my door to her that day, I was stunned by just how beautiful she was!

She was wearing faded ripped jeans and a slightly cropped white spaghetti straps top, revealing her navel and trim tummy. Her hips flared out slightly giving her a sexy waist. Her hair was tied up highlighting her delicate shoulders and neck. Her skin, so smooth, soft and pale. I could feel myself getting hard already! Read more »

Writing and Posting Question

New to this forum. I am writing a story but looking for advice, reviews, etc. Is this the correct place for it? I am not a great writer and have never done this before. I figured I would take some of my fantasies and write them down. My first story is so far very detailed (which is kind of what I want), but was hoping for some advice. Any suggestions? Not looking for a bunch of trolls telling me how much I suck. I guess more like a mentor or something. Thanks

Inebriated Epiphany [romance][historical][medieval]

Patrick Henry cursed for the thousandth time as he stormed out of his manor, a stream of muttered unpleasantries wafting behind him. “Damned father of mine. Married. Married! And to a prude of a woman no less!” 

It had been three months since the previous Earl of Wilshire had passed and left his sole heir, Patrick, with a will stating his desire that the Henry family join hands with the Merills. A man who lived for the pleasantries in life, Patrick had never intended to return home, much less settle down. He was only twenty-eight for gods sake!

Having reached the stables, he stopped his blind rampage at the entrance and inhaled the earthy scent of hay and horse. One stallion poked his head out over his stable door and looked inquiringly at Patrick with a large chocolate eye. “Yes well, beauty she may be but it doesn’t make a difference if she won’t even try to enjoy our nights together!” The stallion hrmph’ed in reply and ducked his head back and down to grab a mouthful of fresh hay while the man continued his ranting. Read more »

Practical Sex-Ed, Ch 6 [M+F+] [Incest]

* [Chapters 1 & 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ejile1/practical_sexed_ch_1_2/)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ek0ba0/practical_sexed_ch_3_mf_oral/)
* [Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ekevwp/practical_sexed_ch_4_mf_oral_incest/)
* [Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/elc2c0/practical_sexed_ch_5_mf_oral_incest/)

## Chapter 6

Foreplay was over, and now it was time to get into the main session of the class. ‘This is it,’ Ms. Callahan thought, ‘I’m about to get fucked in front my class.’

‘This is it,’ Mr. Francis’ thoughts echoed, ‘I’m about to fuck this hot girl in front of all these kids.’

To allow everybody to get a full view they’d decided to perform the exercise on the desk rather than down on the mat.

Mr. Francis laid down on the desk while his coworker removed the last of her clothing. He grabbed Ms. Callahan by the waist and hoisted her onto himself, she straddled him and hovered her pussy over his dick, her back facing her fellow teacher in the standard reverse cowgirl, her legs spread for the class so they could all see what was going on clearly.

Mr. Francis watched as she hovered over his cock, reaching down to aim it up at her fine little pussy. He thought momentarily about his wife and children once again, ‘No, it’s not cheating, it’s for the government, it’s academic, and we agreed… but then she didn’t know it was going to be a fresh-out-of-college fox like this that I’d be fucking.’ Read more »

Bliss Part 5[FFf][addiction][drugs][femdom][femsub][oral]

Vicky’s eyes fluttered open, waking in the morning to the sound of her name being called from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and crawled out of bed, her pink satin pajama set clinging to her youthful form. Her blonde hair was held up on the top of her head in a messy bun, wispy strands hanging over her face.

Vicky heard her name again echoing from the bottom of the stairs, and as she became more aware of her waking surroundings, she realized that it was not the voice of her mother. She made her way down the stairs and called out to her mother.

“Mom?” Vicky yawned, trotting down the steps. “Mom is someone here?”

“Vicky, honey, we’re down in the living room.” Vicky realized that the voice that had been calling to her was Janet’s. “Come join us, I have something here for you.” Read more »

Euphoria

Lay down. Skin slides across the sheets. Naked form, the most pure and natural. Fingertips trace eyes, nose, lips. A memory born, saved, imprinted on the mind, never to be forgotten. Eyes meet, gazing into the other. Gazing through the other. Words exchanged without a single sound. Soft breathing with the rise and fall of chests.

Lay down. Do not leave until the sun breaks through the window. Perhaps even then, do not leave. Stay and revel in the most pure and natural way. Bodies tangled. Pleasure, pain, all the same. Skin slides across skin. Each consumed by the other. Soft breathing not enough. Lungs filling faster and deeper. Eyes meet, the fire of desire recognized. Burning at the core.

Lay down. Disappear in the depths of indulgence. And yet, experience the highest of highs. That which cannot be fabricated by any other. That which will be sought after until laying down for the last time.

Garnet – an Outfoxed Story – Chapter 1 [rape, supernatural]

Germany, 1654

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Everybody told stories. Garnet had heard them her whole life. Of twisted, ancient trees whose roots bound unwary travelers who rested under their branches, holding them until they rotted and provided morbid sustenance. Of tittering faeries, dancing on trails of sparkles, coaxing curious onlookers ever closer until they pitched into any number of lethal traps. Of luscious maidens bathing in rivers and lakes, laying sumptuous skin bare, luring men close until they fell prey to prehensile tresses of silken, strangling hair. Everybody in the village had their own favorite tale, passed down by grandparents or stolen from a passing merchant or built from personal experience nobody else could confirm. They varied in length and lethality and the exact triggers for catastrophe, and the creatures might even change from telling to telling, but the moral was always the same: there were monsters in the world, and only a fool traveled alone and unprepared.

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Immortal Love, Chapters 3-7 [adult nursing] [magical realism] [oral, lesbian, gay (brief, and I accidentally tagged the last one with this, soz), anal, hardcore] [NO incest] [all characters 18+]

**Writer’s Note:**

Hey folks. I’m glad you’re interested in the story. Here are Chapters 3-7 for you. Marco is introduced in Chapter 7.

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# Chapter 3

*Anais*

I don’t know how Vanessa does it. It’s possible she heard me during my time with Roger and Eliot because my next guess is sweet Abigail, the perfect partner for recovery.

Abigail likes to suckle beside me naked under the covers. I pull the comforter up just under her chin and warm her body. She’s a petite woman, and she told me she “runs cold.” She holds my breast as she sucks my milk in quick spurts, and I pet her hair and kiss her forehead meanwhile.

I met Abigail when she was struggling through a mean divorce. She told me she was just as mean as her ex-husband. It all took a toll on her. She is a wealthy woman, an executive at a large company, so I see her more often. She attends this event every year, and sometimes I spend time with her at home when her children are at their father’s house. When we’re at her home, she likes to watch one of her favorite movies in bed. Sometimes we make love, and sometimes she just suckles until she falls asleep. I stay with her until her alarm sounds in the morning. Read more »

Obedience – PT1 (MF) (MDom / Fsub)

*”I’m not going to cum until you touch me.”*

In the beginning, it was easy. My sex drive is fairly average. I go through swings of wanting to be left well enough alone save for a night of cuddling to needing to be bent over the arm of the couch, fucked rough until I’m moaning, with lots of in-between. On those in-between days, I might draw my fingers between my thighs out of boredom or to help fall asleep. Other days I’ll be perfectly content with reading, gaming, cooking…

After a touch starved while, the in-between days begin to vanish, especially when I’m around you. This is a callback to my admiration at your attention to detail: your pristine suits, moderate temperament. Everything is measured. I would love to say that I have the ability to make you abandon your self control, but I have no such sway over you. If I do, you do a very good job of hiding it, letting it only show through when your hands are woven in my hair and your lips are on mine, kissing me until we are breathless and needing. Read more »

My First Sexual Experience. [BiMale] [older/younger][true story][gay][crossdressing]

This story is about 95% true. The location has changed and some elements of the story have been altered to reduce any identifying details.

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Growing up, I knew something was different about me. I liked the feeling of being feminine; the movements, the clothes, the panties, and the feeling of being penetrated, having something inside me.

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I lived in a rural area of the Texas panhandle, a collection of trailers outside of a small town in tornado alley. The trailers were all on 2-3 acre lots, so they weren’t exactly close together. This afforded some privacy for my sexual antics as a kid, but also allowed for plenty of gossip to get around.

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When I was 6 or so, I discovered the feeling of lace on my body. Around 8 I discovered anal penetration. Around 10, I was tired of playing with myself and deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be intimate with a man. Small town Texas in the late eighties didn’t afford many opportunities, and you couldn’t really just come out. So what was a bottom boy to do? Raid your mother’s panty drawer, find household objects to stick inside you, and be ready to take advantage of any opportunity to dress that became available. Read more »