Category: eroticliterature

Fun and Games [MF] [exhib] [oral]

For some people, marrying the love of their life and settling down meant the same thing. They’d had their fun. They’d gone on all their wild intimate adventures. Now, they needed to slow things down, build a life together, and settle for a more stable kind of intimacy.

For Jaylan Peppers and the love of his life, Helena Baylee-Peppers, that kind of mundane marriage just wasn’t going to work for them. He knew he’d bucked the trend when he asked Helena to marry him just a couple years after high school. His friends thought he was crazy, passing up his time a young 20-something bachelor. If they had known how he and Helena chose to approach their marriage, they’d have told him he should’ve proposed earlier.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Helena,” said Daisy Roth, her mother’s best friend and a woman of considerable influence. “This fundraiser is another success that puts others like it to shame.”

“You know me, Mrs. Roth. I like to raise the bar whenever I can,” Helena replied, sounding as professional as ever.

“Please, call me Daisy,” the older woman said. “You’ve more than earned that right. Keep raising the bar and you’ll be on my husband’s short list for the Christmas party this year!” Read more »

They Turned Me Into A Cuckqueen [MF] [Anal Creampie]

Scott had her on all fours. She was so much smaller than he was. Scott had played football in college, and even though he had let the past few years catch up with his waistline, he still had an amazing chest and neck that I could stare at all day. I was looking at the veins that popped out when he worked out, and that was how I knew that he was really putting in work right then.

“Oh, fuck!” Melody said. “Fuck, just like that Scott. You feel so good like that.”

He grunted and began to go a bit faster. I could see them both glistening with sweat, and the sound and sight of both of them enjoying that moment was beginning to make me wet. I looked down to my underwear, and the pink number that I was wearing when we started was now almost see-through. I could make out the shape of my lips through the fabric, I was sopping right then, and each second that passed seemed to only heighten that feeling. Read more »

Bridesmaid Takes the Groom

The Day We Met
She was as hot as the summer day I met her. When she walked in to the room I immediately noticed her luscious brown hair, gorgeous smile, and tempting body. Oh that body- her perfectly shaped breasts, slim waist, and amazing ass. She was dressed in the tightest jeans, a small black tube top, hair in a pony-tail and was glistening in the hot sun. She was the girl next door that everyone wanted to have their way with; she was my future wife’s best friend.
This was the first time I met Mia. I heard from others that she loved to party, get drunk and have sloppy sex with anyone she deemed worthy. I was stunned by her beauty. I could not help but stare at her. I had barely met Mia, but I knew I wanted so much more.
Our first exchange was simple enough. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual formalities. I barely heard what she said because I was fantasizing about her. What was she like in bed? Is she a moaner? Does she like it rough? Does she swallow? Then I thought to myself “She was Katie’s best friend, I’m just an average looking guy, nothing spectacular about me, there was no chance I would have anything with her.” I was so wrong and had no idea what I was about to get myself into.
Drunk Texts
A few months had passed. Mia and I began talking on social media. She was so easy to talk to, so much fun, and I wanted her more than ever. We started to flirt a little, but I thought it was just innocent fun and then one night it all changed.
We were texting back and forth, both of us slightly drunk, when she began complaining about her boyfriend. Mia had been dating the same guy on and off for seven years. She says she was in love with him, but he had cheated on her several times. My first thought was “How could someone cheat on her? She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.” She went on to tell me that she felt so attached to him Read more »

Guys and Dolls [M] straight

It all started as gag gifts. My girlfriend (now fiancée) Hayley had the tiniest Chihuahua I ever saw. It was like a long, scrawny potato that yapped. As a joke, I learned how to crochet and made an ugly Christmas sweater for her Chihuahua. She showed it to her friends – all of them, I guess, online friends, friends at work, friends at church. I think she showed it to strangers – people at the supermarket, people at the gym, anyone who didn’t get away fast enough. Then she posted pics online. That is how it all started, a gag gift for my girl’s tiny dog.

I had to start a business to keep up with the requests. I’m that Mr. Nice Guy who doesn’t tell people no. Could I crochet a sweater for your lizard? Sure! Could I crochet a willy warmer for your boyfriend? Sure! Could I crochet nipple warmers for your sister? Sure!

At first, I didn’t even charge for the stuff I made, but it got to the point where I was spending a lot of time researching and figuring out how to make all these custom things. I thought I needed something for my time. I started my business, worked up how to charge for various items, and worked on basic designs for things that might be repeats. “Hooked on Gags” was the name I went with. Read more »

Looking for an old erotic story

Looking for an old erotic story I saw on asstr.org. A man kidnaps three teens, 2 females one male, and turns them into his sex slaves. He feeds them breakfast every morning since it has their birth control, but they may skip other meals. He has a party where he brings one of the girls and the male out, and makes them both have sex with men. Male sex slave freaks out and tries to kill master. The other girl he keeps for himself and makes her make videos during the day of her masturbating.

Multiple Scoregasms [Free-use lite/Orgy world]

Fuck!” I gasped after jumping over the bench, which had been laid on it’s side, to act as the makeshift “boards”. “That one in the pink is fucking fast, eh.”

Katie nodded in agreement as she gulped from her water bottle.

I had been a part of the Multiple Scoregasms for three years now. The league was billed as “gym class for adults”. It was pretty much right on the nose. Every week our team of nine (if everyone showed) meets up at the South Regina athletic centre and plays a different gym class-level sport. Last week it was dodge ball; this week it’s floor hockey. It might seem juvinile or geeky, but whatever, fuck the haters, after a long day of sitting around at work, its pretty fun to be able to run around and sweat and play for ninety minutes. Most of the people in the league are pretty chill, you know, just there to have some fun. Ages can go as high as forty or as young as eighteen, but for the most part it was bored, childless, late twenties/early thirties-ish, nerdy, couples. Read more »

Jay, Bee and The Other Guy [MFM]

“Is this it?” I wonder out loud as I pull my car up outside the nondescript brick apartment building. “Number 64.” Huh; not quite what I was expecting. End of the driveway, he said. I walk up the drive, a little purposefully, but it is an act: I don’t belong here.

The door for number three is there as promised. The brass number is a little tarnished and suddenly I am mindful of how quiet is is on a Tuesday morning. I try the door handle and find it unlocked, the door swinging open in my hand. A wave of cool air washes over me, clearly the aye cee running to knock the last of summers humidity out of the air inside. “This will be good,” the first mindful thought I have since stepping out of the car, as I reflect on the leather bustier that creaks ever so softly with every movement I make under my dress.

The door closes noisily behind me and I cringe a little. Standing inside the bottom of a stairwell I look past the islander artifacs hanging from the walls and try to peer around the corner as I reach the top of the first flight. There they are. Read more »

Play Time and Exploring [MF] [MDom] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Bar] [Toy]

I walked up the final stairs into the bar above the food hall, black skirt swirling around my thighs. I looked around and took a deep breath. There were a lot of people here.

Somewhere….somewhere up here you were already laying in wait.

As if to remind me that you are here, I feel the Lush vibrator tucked inside me…the outside wand resting against my clit…give one, quick pulse. I have to resist the urge to stagger.

This had been my idea. A fun way to play…to spice things up.

I hadn’t expected you to actually be game for this. But you had been.

So the toy had been bought, and played with at home. We had figured out the settings, exactly how well the signal worked.

There had been multiple rounds of sex…multiple rounds of you watching me climax on the other couch in the living room.

And now I was here. My hair was brushed, curled to brush my chin in its bob. I wore dark smokey make-up, a bold red lipstick. Read more »

From the Bar to the Car [MF]

I enter the bar through the front door and stand there for a moment as my eyes adjust and I can survey the room. I see a few people sitting at the bar, and then I see you. A beautiful woman sitting at the bar, but you look uncomfortable and disinterested with the person speaking to you. I start walking towards the open barstool on the other side of you.

As I approach I hear you tell the man again that you’re not interested. Seeing my window I pounce.

“Hey there honey, so sorry I’m late. Traffic was shit and I lost track of time at work” I say as I slide past you and into the open barstool. My hands brush your shoulders as I move.

“Ah, my mistake” says the other man, as he slinks off back to the other side of the bar.

“You’re welcome” I say to you as I turn and face the bartender.

“Oh no, honey, you don’t get off that easy for saving me.” You say to me as I order a drink.

“Really, so you’re interested in getting me off?” I say with a wry smile. Read more »

After the Fall [mf][cons][dirty talk][teasing][still pretty vanilla]

I slowly awoke to clear, frosty, blue eyes watching me. He was stretched out next to me, his head propped up on the palm of his hand, his free hand resting on my belly, a slight grin upon his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?” My body was already singing. Had he been playing with me while I was sleeping? My nipples were already achy and I felt yearning in my center.

I stretched and yawned and a long, loud sigh escaped my lips, and I snuggled into him. “Mmmmm, I liked sleeping next to you” I purred. Once again taking note of his heart beating in my ear. The evidence, well, among some other things, that made this real.

He leaned down and gave me a brief kiss, as his hand roamed across my breasts, where my nipples were yearning to be pinched and pulled. Then he put his mouth on my right nipple and sucked, while manipulating my left. They both hardened, and I there was an immediate tingle between my legs. I fidgeted, and he rolled towards me, clamping his thigh over my legs, so I couldn’t really move. Read more »