Category: eroticliterature

[MF] [step-incest] [webcam] My sister found a way to make easy money…

Part 1
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Keywords: incest, step family, truth-or-dare, brother, sister, webcam, making money

My sister is not my real sister, as in we don’t have same parents or are blood related. Not many people know that, because we kinda share the same facial structure. High cheekbones, sort of above average (I guess) nose and we both even got a dimple in our chin, which is kinda rare. But her eyes are light blue and bigger, while mine are green and more hidden under my dark eyebrows. She got ‘dirty’ blonde hair, while I’m brown haired with a slight touch of red.

But beside our looks, she also feels like my sister because she came to live with us at an early age. She was just three years old, and I was five. She was the babygirl of the first marriage of my stepdad, but his wife (her mom) just disappeared and was never to be found again. I don’t know what happened, we never speak about it. My parents did break up through a divorce, so we both we’re the children of broken marriages. Because of this we got really close, because we shared s mutual feeling of being lost and swimming in self doubt. The feeling like we were the cause of things not working out. Read more »

Deep Throating the Baby Sitter

Flora, went back to work two months after having our daughter Sadie. A ray of light came in my life when she was born. However Flora stopped having sex with me recently. At first I didn’t know why but I found out she was fucking my co-worker. Sadie is actually his daughter but I became attached the moment she was born. I vowed to stay with my wife because Sadie’s dad is a drunk low life. Our life has become complex but I have surrendered to the idea she doesn’t want me anymore.

An argument about responsibility became explosive. She argued with me about taking turns watching Sadie. We both worked during the day and neither of us wanted to switch shifts. I would give anything to just spend the day with Sadie but my wife put us in a huge amount of debt. The only thing keeping my sanity together was church. I took Sadie with me while my wife kept fucking my co-worker. A new bulletin displayed at church, listed free services from members. Upon scanning what was offered, I saw a baby sitter posting. Since it is free, I decided why not? That afternoon I sat up a sort of interview with a girl named Rebecca. Read more »

First time with a hooker

*’What am I doing here?’* That was all he was able to think to himself. He was eighteen, young, kind of nerdy. The reason he was walking around downtown was simple. He was a virgin, and he didn’t want to be anymore. He figured he might as well just lose it to a prostitute, not like he was going to convince a girl to go out with him let alone sleep with him.

He looked around, seeing a few women he assumed were prostitutes but them looking very… Old. He knew he had no place to be picky, but he rather his first not be a heroine addict with herpes. He actually didn’t want his first to be a prostitute at all, but there he was. He knew he could probably go online and find someone there, but he didn’t know anything about ordering a prostitute, if ordering was the right word.

So there he was, wandering around the downtown streets. He kept trying to justify it to himself, telling himself that it was what they did hundreds of years ago. They would take their sons to a prostitute, give her ten dollars and tell him to go wild. Read more »

Intensity: A Cautionary Tale [MF]

I can still recall how she looked lying naked on the bed of the sleazy motel room as I stepped out of the bathroom. It was a breathtaking scene and if my cock wasn’t already jutting from my body, hard and eager and anxious for a woman’s touch again, it would have taken that shape in a lightning fast way.
She was facing away from me, waiting. The light and shadows showing off the contours of her shoulders, arms and backside played at an illicit dance of contradictions. Light and dark painting her in an exotic way. She was beautiful, voluptuous and part of her was too self-conscious to know it. If Rubens was standing there, he would have been fetching his easel to paint her form., helpless to do anything else (except to masturbate to her image, gods know part of me wanted to). The contrast of the light and shadows dancing on her back as deep as the contrasts of who she was when I met her and who she seemed to be now.

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[M] [F] [mast] [incest] My sister is on Tinder (Part 1)

*Obviously the above is purely fictional and should not be construed as a real story. Also, thanks to A. for being the inspiration for this one*

Dear Reddit, I must turn to you at this difficult junction of my life, because nobody in my life would understand my conundrum. I have nowhere else to turn, and I can only hope you’ll be able to advise me on the right thing to do. I am lost, conflicted, and above all desperately horny.

But let’s start from the beginning.

I grew up in a nice house in rural Colorado, not too far from Fort Collins, but far enough that you could smell the cows alright. No, my family was not destitute, my parents were not abusive. I had all the comforts a child of my situation could hope for. Me and my sister grew up loved, probably even a bit too sheltered, and cherished. When the time came for us to go out in the world and make a name for ourselves, she picked a college education in Portland, and I picked the Air Force. Read more »

Daddy [bondage] [submission] [collars]

After school, I waited downstairs by the car like he told me too. A long trench coat kept the rain off my body but kissed my face with tiny drops. Looking back at the door I saw him running to the car to let me in. I sat in the back wondering where he is taking me. The front seat was for good girls only and I had been so bad. He looked in the mirror at me with a stern face while driving . I became shy, putting my head down while fumbling with the straps of my purse. The car came to a stop which made me peer out the rain soaked window. Beautiful lights sparkled like diamonds as I began to assume our whereabouts.

My daddy escorted me from the car then placed a rhinestone collar around my neck. I looked in his eyes with a slight smile as he gave me the good girl collar. Daddy likes to give punishment for bad behavior which is a whole night of nipple pinching and paddling. I knew I had done something bad yet he flashed me a smile then grabbed the leash. Read more »

Make Me [MF] [BDSM]

What I think she thinks is going to happen when she says the words, “Make me,” is that I will bend her over the foot of her bed, press her face into her own bedcovers, and spank her at length.

I think she thinks this because I have spanked her every time we’ve played since we started playing, usually in response to her behaviour, which at times is specifically calibrated to make me want to spank her.

She’s behaving the way she behaves when she wants me to spank her when she says the words, “Make me”. Which is to say that she’s scratching at me, snarling at me, pulling faces at me as I hold her by a handful of her hair. She is refusing every instruction I give her, including the instruction to suck my dick that immediately precedes her saying the words, “Make me.”

She is also pointedly not ending every utterance she makes with the word “Sir,” which is something that we have pointedly agreed she will do whenever we play.

In the immediate aftermath of her saying the words, “Make me,” we stare at one another. I believe that, at this point, she thinks I am about to spank her. Read more »

His Turn (Part 2) [Dominant] [Switch] [Choking] [Submissive Male]

“You,” he said.

I look at him in confusion, he has me. This he should know. My lover then slowly disentangles himself from me and lays back on the couch fully naked. For me it’s a rare sight normally a shirt or sleep trousers are still on, but now we have time. We. 

I feel awkward, now I realize how fully clothed I am. I remove my clothes one piece at a time and slowly. I want him to look at me, to enjoy me. I am not a traditionally attractive woman outside of the presence of the usual female curves. However, his gaze and anticipation makes me feel beautiful and like I’m someone he wants.

Once I match him in nakedness he reaches for my hand which I give. My lover then lightly tuggs. I arch a brow in question.

“I want you to take me, please.”

Nervousness creeps into me, not because it’s not something I want. His apparent tiredness and him being slightly tipsy is what stirs the feeling in me. I feel like I’m taking advantage of him. The thought is silly in a way and I don’t know if he’d laugh now if I told him. Read more »

The Woman in the Red Lingerie Part 2 (M/F) (Erotic romance) (Oral)

I stared off into the distance as the music continued to play. I vaguely noticed Tiffany performing but I couldn’t focus, the red of the thong seemed to be burned into my mind’s eye. The crowd of cheering patrons sounded like flies buzzing in my ears. The sound of my own breathing cut through the noise and I realized I was hyperventilating. I forced myself to breathe more slowly and took another sip of my whiskey.

I looked around the club, not much had changed in the two years since Shane destroyed my vision. I began searching for things I knew should be red. The Budweiser sign still hung on the wall where it always had, white lettering stood out on a black background. I scanned the room for ruby, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hair from which she chose her name. I spotted her, flirting with a business man who always visited when his wife was out of town at a conference. Her curly hair stood out in monochromatic glory against her pale skin.

I stood and began to walk towards the back, still desperately scanning for any sign of color in my black and white world. Adam intercepted me as before I could exit to the employee only part of the club. Read more »

Sharing some Intimate Togetherness with her at work. [MF][intimate]

Feedback either way appreciated.

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It’s a cold day in January. The sun hasn’t come up above the mountains yet when we were on our way. She and I drove to work in some light snow together. We only get to do that in the Winter when my Summer job is on hold, and I’m helping out at the place she’s working at. But who’s ‘she’? Well, ‘she’ is Julia and she would hit me on the back of the head for saying this, but Julia is the best. A light-hearted, tall, brown-haired woman in her early twenties. We met at her workplace, a sports-outfitter, a year ago. It’s the busiest time of year for sports outfitters in an already bustling and renown tourist village high up in the mountains, but it’s Wednesday. Most guests arrive and depart on the weekend, and that’s, of course, when most people rent and give back their skiing equipment. That’s our department, located in the basement of the shop. After some busyness in the morning, it’s just me and her relaxing behind the cash register desk, waiting for time to pass.

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