A Servant Offering

They had finally arrived at their hotel after countless delays during their travel. What he hoped would be a romantic getaway, was turning out to be a headache he hadn’t bargained for. He was hoping she wouldn’t notice his building frustration but she knew him better than he knew himself some days.

They checked into their room and sat for some time on the edge of the bed clinging to some sense of “catching their breath” after all the gate changes and running through too many airport terminals to count. She reached over to him and began to rub his neck pushing upward into his hairline, hoping to relieve some of his tension. He closed his eyes and relaxed into her as she trailed her hand across his skin and over the collar of his button down. Her hands met as his first button and methodically she undid them all and removed it from his body. She continued this with every stitch, kissing his skin, reminding him of her service.

Harry Potter and the Witcher Chronicle – Chapter 2 – MF, Crossover, Margarita Laux-Antille, Creampie, Impregnation Tease, HP

“This place is really horrible.” Harry Potter said as he continued following Triss up into the lower structure of the dreaded Deireadh Prison. Harry’s wand was ready and gripped tightly in his fingers, but not too tightly that he couldn’t quickly snap it up and aim his wand at an attacker. He’d been told there were guards all over the place, but he worried about the enemies they did not know about. The young wizard had never traveled to Azkaban, but he’d heard plenty of horror stories about the place from Sirius Black. Deireadh seemed to be a close second based on the horrible tales Triss told him as they prepared for the mission.

“Yes. That is why it’s so important for us to get Margarita and Sheala out of here. But Harry… please be quiet, the element of surprise is our best chance at this.” Triss replied back to the wizard with short cut black hair and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt. The busty redhead turned her head back, refocusing on the goal in mind.

Role Reversal Part 2 [MF] [FDom] [BDSM]

You stripped off your pants, shirt and the rest of your clothes following and ending up in a heap on the floor.

I take a moment to just kneel and look at you. Your beard which I love to feel scratching against my skin, your eyes watching me….your hands which can drive me crazy.

Your hard throbbing length twitched as my eyes fell on it and I feel my mouth dry for a moment, knowing you are as excited as I am. I move so we are closer together. I slowly pull my shirt off and watch your hands move.

“No.” I order, “You can not touch me until I give you permission to do so.”

Our gazes meet and I can almost see the lightning bolt that passes between us. I had been in control before but it had never lasted long. You weren’t the kind of man that could do as you were told.

It was one of the ways you were a great lover. You were giving and considerate of your lovers…wanting to make sure they released before you did.

My first story: Coworker Turns Swinger [MF] [Work Sex] [Swinger] [Hotwife] [Creampie]

This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. I’ve only written a few short stories, so feedback and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!

“Ready to go down to Ashby?” Sydney asked. Sydney was the engineer I worked with. Sydney and I had become close friends over the 4 years we worked together. Over this time, we grew a mutual attraction to each other which became more and more intimate. She had this incredible personality that coupled with her gorgeous face and fit body made her irresistible. I had to struggle to contain my raw desire for her because she was married.

 

We were heading down to another plant to work on a new project we both equally despised. But for some reason Sydney had this real upbeat attitude. She was showing off her bubbly attitude by skipping down the sidewalk, which I of course did not mind. I just tried to soak up as much of that image I could. Her tight, blue jeans contoured her ass perfectly, with every skip unleashing an intoxicating jiggle. She turned around and caught me drooling over her and went, “Hey!” as she chuckled and pointed her finger at me. I grinned as we continued walking, “Sorry, your ass just looks really good when you skip.”

Cherry-Red Confidence – Ch 01, in which a shy girl bolsters her confidence to draw out her boyfriend’s hidden lust. [Solo F] [FM] [Horny but Wholesome]

[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell

[Focuses on: Her, solo]
[Overall feel: Horny but Wholesome]
[For fans of: >!Not-so-innocent shy girls, swimsuits, a budding relationship, female masturbation, a hint of light choking, reading stories in past tense because that’s just how I happened to write this one!<]

She was always the soft-spoken, shy type. Her dark hair contrasted against a pale face, providing the perfect frame for her subtle beauty before falling across her shoulders in tight curls. Baggy clothes were a favorite of hers; tees fell loosely over her larger than average chest and only hinted at the curves to follow. She didn’t attract attention, but was willing to reward the one who paid enough of it. Her modest brand of confidence developed thanks to a few years spent on the swim team, where she found herself in a tight navy blue one piece. She found that the swimsuit wrapped her skin tightly, accentuating her long legs and dragging her body into the spotlight. Though she grew to embrace to the feeling, she still felt butterflies every time she noticed his eyes on her. From time to time, she would playfully arch her back and stretch her legs in acknowledgement of his gaze; though, she would never admit to doing it on purpose.

Treat Day [MF] [Oral] [creampie] [rom]

“Everyone needs an occasional treat day. It makes the rigors of life worthwhile.”

That was the mantra that Wesley Wyatt preached to his clients as their personal trainer, certified nutritionist, and sometimes life coach. It helped communicate the message the health, beauty, and vitality required hard work and incredible discipline. Achieving any worthwhile goal demanded some amount of sacrifice, including the strain of exercise or the distress of abstaining from delicious food.

Wesley learned that first a college athlete turned and again as an assistant coach. Having been sickly, overweight, and unhealthy as a kid, he valued those lessons more than most. He tried to impart them onto his clients, as well. However, another part of that lesson involved tasting the fruits of their labor and not just with respect to looking good at the beach.

He actually encouraged his clients to set aside a certain time of the week to enjoy a special treat. Other trainers called it a “cheat day.” He called it a “treat day.” To Wesley, it wasn’t just a tactic to help others endure the demands of his program. It acted as a catalyst that made people hungrier for life’s greater joys. In his experience, it motivated people more than barking orders.

World Turned Upside Down [F/M][Aliens][Tentacles]

It’s funny how sometimes life comes out of no where and hits you like a wrecking ball demolishing a poor unsuspecting building. That was how I felt tonight, It was a typical Friday night for me. I was at home in my one bedroom apartment drinking a glass a wine in my undies lamenting another Valentines day without a man. How I would give anything to feel wanted, I want someone to lust after every inch of my body as they use me so completely to fulfill their wildest fantasies. I want them to not take no for an answer and then ravish every part of my body. I felt my hand migrating to my nether regions a bit as I fantasized about the man at the Starbucks but soon noticed and stopped.

Threesome to take his V-card [FFM]

“Oh fuck” Gaven said as he started to shoot his load into my throat. I continued to bob my head up and down on his dick, swallowing it as fast as it came out. While he was coming, I didn’t deep throat it all the way like I was doing before, but it was okay. I continued to suck him until he got soft, and his moans died down.

“Not bad for your first blowjob?” I said with a cocky tone. I was really good at it, having plenty of practice. I was kind of a hoe, but I didn’t care; I liked to have sex and other lewd activities.

“That was incredible. Do you want to go back to my dorm for a little while?” he asked. He wanted more, and I didn’t blame him. I wanted more too, but it was late and I had to work the next morning.

Laundry Day. [F/F] [Pee]

“You’re joking.” she said, looking into my eyes trying to determine my intent.

“No. Maybe.” I say, waffling. It was a crazy suggestion. “Aren’t you comfortable, though?” I say, snuggling deeper into the blankets, bunching them up against my bare chest. “It’s so warm and comfy in here, and so cold out there, and the bathroom is SO far away.” I motion to the bathroom door, which I could almost touch from the bed.

She laughed uncomfortably. “I don’t… no, this is…”

“Come on!” I gently insist. “It’s laundry day. If we’re going to wash these sheets anyway, might as well make it worth it, right?”

She giggled. “I guess so… it’s just, I don’t know, it’s… we shouldn’t right?”

“Of course not!” I reply. “You’re not supposed to wet the bed, it isn’t right.”

“No, it isn’t right.”

“Not supposed to do that.” I say sternly.

Neither of us move.

“I’m going to do it.” She said, as a smile cracked her face.