Category: eroticliterature

Cadence of Dusk [MF] [Fiction]

The darkness of twilight had just begun to settle beyond the horizon of the western sky. Abigail Livermorny rested her shoulder against the doorway to her chambers, watching the oranges and yellows fade to pinks and blues in the evening sky. The castle walls nowhere near tall enough from her tower to obscure such a majestic view. The evening breeze, warm and smelling of heather brushed the sheer veil of her robe against her legs. The robe did nothing to protect her fit form from the breeze, and the feeling drew a sigh from her lips.

She was waiting. Patience had never been a virtue for Abigail. Despite how little she spoke, she was a brash girl, impatient, and needy. But she was the quiet daughter, or so she made the courts think. Lord Livermorny proudly displayed her at parties and then let her retire to her tower whenever she wished. She never mingled. She was not the one to make alliances like her sisters or brothers had been. Simply a piece to show the other lords and ladies that even the duchy had beautiful daughters still left for marriage. Not a single suitor would remain when their courtship faltered. Not a single man could stand to be around a woman who did not speak to them. Read more »

[MF] [FreeUse] [Fiction] The Skylar Chronicles pt. 3

I threw my head back against the seat, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I tightened my grip. It had felt as though I was holding my breath in forever when I finally released it in a heavy sigh.

“COME…ON!!” I shouted from the driver seat of my car toward my apartment building where Skylar had been taking her sweet time in packing and getting ready to leave.

My hands, knuckles white as snow against my tan skin, relaxed from the steering wheel as I reached for my phone and pulled up Skylar’s name in a text message.

*“It’s been 20 minutes since you told me 5 minutes, and we were supposed to leave 45 minutes ago. Hurry up!”* I typed quickly and then tossed my phone back into the cupholder. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 21 – A Journey of Self Exploration (F) (Solo)(Masturbation)

It was December 20, the day of our family Christmas party.  Everyone came, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents.  We met at the Hilton in Chesterfield, Ohio.  We rented the biggest conference room and booked up half the hotel.  Our family doesn’t mess around when it comes to Christmas.

After I ate enough food to feed a legion, it was time for games, home movies, and the dreaded question:  “Where is your husband?”  The family is really close during Christmas, but the rest of the year, we all live our own lives.  So, most of my extended family didn’t know that my soon-to-be ex-husband was living with his new girlfriend in Las Vegas. 

After the 23rd or 24th person asked me, I excused myself and stepped out onto the balcony off the conference room.  My cousin Sally followed me out.  Sally and I are close, and she knew all about my husband’s affair and guessed at what was causing my foul mood.

“Hey,”  Sally said, putting an arm on my shoulder.  “You OK?”

“Yeah, just sucks having to tell everyone that Randy turned out to be a lying sack of shit.  Especially at Christmas.” I replied, taking a big sip of my glass of spiked eggnog. Read more »

Early Gift [MF] [rom] [creampie]

“Are you ready yet, Richard? The weather isn’t going to get better out there,” said a stressed out and restless Helen Rollins.

“Almost,” answered her equally restless husband, Richard Rollins. “I’m just making sure your parents’ fancy dishes are tightly packed. I don’t need your mom giving crap about me chipping a cup again.”

“I already made her promise she wouldn’t be that petty this year,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean she won’t be. So long as she can piss off my mother through me, she’ll find an excuse.”

Helen rolled her eyes and groaned as she paced restlessly in the living room of the small, suburban house she shared with her husband of two years. She kept going over the list in her head of things they needed to do before heading to her parents’ house for Christmas. What should’ve been a joyous, exciting prospect had been mired in less-than-festive feelings for her and Richard. Many of those feelings pre-dated the holidays.

It had not been an easy year for her and Richard. It might have been the toughest year they’d endured since they got together. She and Richard had been childhood friends, growing up in the same community and coming of age together. He wasn’t the first man she dated, but she still ended up marrying him less than a year after they graduated high school. Read more »

The Blindfold

She was content on her knees where he guided her, for in the moments just prior he allayed her sense of sight with his favorite silk blindfold. His hope, and ultimately, his desire was for her other senses to become heightened, and the pleasure he intended to grant her would be that of a most salacious affair. She did not know exactly why, however, he positioned her knees wider than normal at nearly a 90 degree angle and had her rest her buttocks atop her heels.

“Do you trust me?” He asked and immediately, because she did, she responded “Yes Sir, I trust you.” “You will be used tonight, do you understand?” Again, immediately she responded, “Yes Sir, I understand.” “I want you to know, I may use you tonight, however, someone else is here as well. Someone else who may use you in any way that I allow. I have given him exact permissions, guidelines he must follow; nothing more, nothing less. You will not know who is using you. Do you still understand?” “Yes Sir, I understand. In every way I am yours, please bestow upon me your will.” Read more »

Pokegirls, Gotta Fuck ’em All! (Part 6: Contest Revelations) [Story] [Fluff]

I made a serious and horrible mistake last time, in which I forgot to get to include the ballot vote over on r/sexystories so I’ll be doing it on this one, comment a number down below to get chance at winning your very own character written into a story. More details in the other post on my profile.

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I laid down on the damp grass, taking in the view of the night sky and its vastness, not blocked by the cruel lights of the city. I never did marvel at the sky back at the village, taking its beauty for granted. But after journeying through the cities, I’ve come to find that I shouldn’t have thought so lightly of it.

It’s been a month since Anisa ran away from the village, i flipped open my badge case, showing my two newly acquired badges, the igneous and shield badges, each taking the opposite ends of the case.

Before everything went wrong, I promised Anisa that I would beat the gym challenge, now that she was presumed dead after two weeks of searching, I could only take this as hey dying wish. Read more »

Breakfast in Bed [MF, oral]

Breakfast in Bed

My eyes fluttered open. I breathed deeply, well-rested and satisfied. My stomach grumbled in protest. Almost satisfied, I corrected myself. I stretched my limbs, still locked in John’s embrace as he slept peacefully.

“Wake uuup,” I whined. He grunted and shifted, his hand finding its way to my right breast purely by instinct, squeezing me gently through my shirt, pulling me closer against his warm body, against his hard, eager morning wood. I bit my lip. This was okay, too, I decided. I wiggled deeper into his arms, savoring the feeling of his lust against me, enveloped in that oh-so-deliciously manly aroma of his that he always woke up with. I was always a little disappointed when he showered it away, so mornings were my favorite time to be in his arms and just enjoy his scent. Read more »

My sister Lizzy Part 9 [BDSM] [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

We hadn’t yet told her that Lizzy and I were brother and sister.
We figured that this would work itself out in due time, preferably after she had a chance to enjoy our special brand of hospitality.
At the end of the hour I asked if everyone would like to go over to the barn.

As we entered the barn Karen hesitated at the door and expressed her reluctance.
It was Lizzy who soothed her nerves by whispering something in her ear that brought a smile to her face.
When asked later what she said to Karen she refused to tell us.
Her only answer was “None of your business.”
Karen walked through the barn looking at everything trying to assure herself that she was safe and not walking into a den of psycho- killers.
Once she was satisfied she walked over to Lizzy and began to strip the clothes from Lizzy’s body.
She wasn’t gentle with this task, for the most part she tore the clothes from her body.
While Lizzy was standing there naked in front of us I saw for the first time ever a sense of embarrassment.
She was trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands and not doing a very good job.
This was most unusual ordinarily Lizzy was rather aggressive, to see her standing there acting like a virgin schoolgirl, waiting to be DE-flowered by a group of people was rather interesting. Read more »

Older husband takes his young wife’s virginity [FM]

I shiver as I wait patiently to be joined.

I spent the morning being preened and waxed and plucked, made to look smooth and soft for my new husband. The officiating took place early, and I could barely see him through my veil. I’ve caught glimpses in the past few months when he would come to speak to my father, and today, during the celebration. But neither of us are allowed to see the other until we’re consummating our marriage

I know he’s much older than my 19 years, and bigger than me. And I know that he requested that I be waiting on all fours for him on the bed, my face pressed into the soft blanket, and on display for him. My mother said consummating would hurt, but that being a wife means being dutiful.

The door opens with a click, and I hear footsteps coming close. There are hands on my hips. They slide down my legs, and then back up, rest on my thighs. “Spread yourself open for me.” He says, gruffly. My face gets hot, and shaking, I reach back to hold my asscheeks apart. Read more »

[MF] [grime] Excerpt of Untitled

Meanwhile, back in the master suite of a semi-dilapidated mobile home.

Mary Jo (who was known down 19th street as hairy ho) grinned her meth induced, half-toothed smile and writhed on the bed, arching her back to match the contour of her third trimester stomach, making a noise somewhere between a panther caught in a live trap and a 1930s ooga horn. His thrust pattern seemed to imitate the slight drip coming from the broken faucet of a yellow shower in the adjacent room. Of course, Mary Jo was only faking this pleasure to ensure he would be back again next week with more dope money. After five kids and upwards of a thousand partners, she wouldn’t feel a baseball bat if he were swinging her on the end of it. “You ready for a baby shower” he groaned while thrusting. “Where do you want this baby gravy”

“Anywhere for an extra $10” she lackadaisically muttered

He let out a few lackluster squirts inside of her and then promptly put a twenty on the empty beer keg she used as a night stand. As he was simultaneously walking out and pulling up his pants, he stopped. Read more »