Julie’s first kiss with a girl wasn’t her last. Our first kiss on the sofa in the wine bar lasted more than a few seconds. I broke our lip-lock, smiled, and relished the taste of her lips. I didn’t want to attract a crowd. She was blushing and smiled back. “That was, mmm, nice,” she whispered, “I want more.” She leaned into me and frenched me again. God her lips were divine. I felt her up as we kissed, squeezing her breasts through her devilishly sexy dress as our tongues touched. Our lips parted. Another drink of wine. The waitress came over shortly after and asked if we needed refills. In unison, we both said, “just the check please.”
Category: eroticliterature
Fluid [MF]
“Stop!” she whimpered.
*Fuck!* I think to myself as my hand stops in mid-caress of Lindsey’s soft inner thigh. Her very muted request was barely heard, but my hand might as well have been zapped by an invisible fence. I never press on when that word is uttered with a lover as new as Lindsey. I am sure she can feel my fingers twitching in place though. So damn close!
That said, I am not sure how I misread the signs. I swear she wanted this too. Fourth date and we finally came to the point of having a cannot-keep-our-hands-off-each-other make-out session which felt like it turned into need-to-be-tumbling-into-fucking-each-other territory.
I let my eyes refocus and take her in as she is, as we are. Clothes half off, her honey blonde hair is in a pleasant disarray; her breasts spilling out of her shirt seemingly with no desire to go back into hiding; her face looks as if it is majorly pissed off that I listened to her lips command. I have never seen a lover look so wanton in my life. My cock feels as if it is in the beginning stages of a coup against my fuckable good scruples, it actively trying to convince me I was just hearing things. My fingers twitched a bit toward what awaits them at the end of the journey up her soft thighs; each twitching digit thinking my cock’s coup to be a wonderfully, marvelous idea. Fingers tossing agreement behind my cock that my good-nature was purposely trying to sabotage an otherwise wonderful evening with this beautiful and wanton woman.
AI writes erotica [short]
We are so fucking doomed.
This erotica was all written by OpenAI’s GPT-2, other than the first line written by me (I should also mention I used a modified version, hence the weird spacing and dictation between words). Please enjoy.
Mr. Blue Eyes – Part 2 [MF] [Public]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dsyfkd/mr_blue_eyes_mf_public_tease/)
My heart hammered in my chest. The corresponding whoosh of warm blood through my body did little to stem the electrifying, skin-on-fire cascade of nervous energy. The butterflies in my stomach had long since stopped fluttering gently and were now full-on crashing into one another, wings ripped and manic. Somehow gulping down the chilly morning air didn’t seem to be helping. I wiped my face and attempted to take a few deep, steadying breaths. It was useless. The trickles of perspiration on my forehead were chilling in the cool morning air, and I shivered, wishing I was someone who could play it cool a little better. I was always fine once things began to happen. It’s the nervous anticipation that killed me.
Truthfully, I knew that I could have been dressed in a winter parka and I’d still be feeling that shiver. I was at the bus stop, waiting for the C24. Waiting to take the same bus ride that had rocked my world so thoroughly yesterday.
“I Don’t Speak Slut.” [Choking] [Anal] [D/s]
It had been a long few days of stress and tears. We had lost a friend, his new car acting up any way the car could creating problem after problem that we had to figure out. We had finally sat down on his couch when he pulled off his shirt asking me to scratch his back. My normal enthusiasm was long gone from another mentally exhausting day and I accidentally let out a groan but still complied with his request. ‘I should only be thankful he is letting me touch him.’ I hear myself think.
“What’s wrong?” He inquired with actual concern rather than his usual rhetoric. “Nothing, really. Just tired today.” He knew how tired I was after working mornings, in mourning and using the rest of my mental capacity on helping him solve his issues with the vehicle. After a few moments he asked “where do you want a back rub, bedroom or couch?” Normally this question meant I was in for a little teasing but I pushed the thought out of my mind, figuring we were both too tired for play. “Bedroom. It’s easier on your knees.” I was thinking of his needs as well mine, something a good girl should always do.
Cheating Wife 1
Been thinking alot about my former partner and figured id share a little bit about whats been going through my head. Short little snippet from my life.
A friend of mine (known her for many years) at this point got married recently to her long time boyfriend. Her now husband is considerably older than her and as it turns out is not very talented in bed (bless his heart he tries).
So this friend of mine a 29 year old female, long blonde hair and gorgeous face and body had been having sex with me in secret for a long time and i love it. She begs for me to fuck her every chance she can get away from her husband.
The other night she drove over literally after he was far enough down the street to not notice her leave. She walked into my home, said her greetings slipped of her shoes and immediately dropped to her knees to pull my cock out of my pants to suck on it. The look in her eyes, letting me know that I was in complete control of her, she was getting it nice and engorged for the hard fucking she was craving. I pulled her up to her feet moved her against the wall of living room, shoved her face against the wall anf fucked her hard and deep against that wall, sometimes hard enough that he feet would leave the ground as i picked her up on my cock. I came deep inside her cunt my excessive cum leaked from her cunt onto the floor in a small puddle. So hot.
My Step Sister [MF] [MM] [Spanking] [Oral] [Anal]
MY STEP SISTER
This is an account of my experience with the step sister
who came into my home for a short period.
After my mom remarried I had a new step sister her name was Joni.
We were the same age, both of us were 18 at the time.
One night when our parents were out for the night I was up in my room and watching porn.
My shorts were off and I was stroking my cock to it’s full hardness.
Joni was down stairs watching TV.
Normally I am able to hear anyone walking around the house however today I was so engrossed in what I was doing I failed to hear her come up the stairs.
I had neglected to close my door fully, there was just a sliver of a gap.
Optimus’ Captivity [MM] [Transformers] [BDSM] [Machines]
“Wh-where am I?” Optimus groaned, the sting of hard metal shackles digging into his sides.
Wait… something is not right.
Optimus slowly began to regain his full mental capacity, and his eyes quickly darted about the room. To his dismay and disgust, Optimus’ eyes scanned over dozens of dilapidated Autobot bodies. The only distinguishing feature that Optimus could see were the insignias on their helmets; the rest of their bodies had been ravaged and defiled. Most of them were missing large chunks of metal and armor, with a few bodies having no identifiably humanoid features left. Those poor few were nothing more than a mass of wires and tubing.
As the horrible realization of his surrounding slowly penetrated his mind, Optimus began to struggle. He had to get out of this cursed place. But after a moment of violent twisting and grunting, Optimus realized that he had no limbs to struggle with. His body, had been disfigured, his limbs torn haphazardly from his torso and his body’s plating ripped off: he, too, was a pile of wires and inner components, his tender Autobot asshole exposed to the open air for the first time in millennia. He sensed he was suspended in the air, although he could not see behind himself. However, he could see tubes extending from his limb stumps, and within them Optimus spied circulating liquid, which he recognized as medical-grade motor oil. “Why am I being kept alive in this torment?” Optimus screamed in terror and agony.
Hunger… A Short.
Hunger
She hit me. Hard. Her hand was really moving at speed. My cheek hurts, but I take it. I am after all at fault. She is not to be trifled with.
I am after all just a fuck toy, hers to do with as she pleases. She makes sure that I am at least well taken care of inside our domain, but once the game is over, I will not seek retribution.
Her lust is so needy and fiery. She takes what she wants from my soul, but my body is used for her pleasure. She is the one that controls and craves me. I submit gladly to her lust. The heat and passion in her eyes are burnt into my psyche every time we enter our playground.
Her hand strikes again, my throbbing manhood takes the punishment it deserves from her, gladly. I moan with pleasure and I see the disapproval in her eyes. Those blue eyes are so angry, like splinters of ice. Cold and calculating. Just like her madness, it makes me want her even more.
Finally she Moves her mouth onto it, taking me all in. My hands want to pull her hair, but I am not allowed to move them. Punishment will be harsh if I do. I moan again in ecstacy as she sucks me hard. My cock hardens and her hand reaches out to squeeze me. ‘Fuck’ i think, ‘I better not come too soon.’
Her moans are now evident as she moves her head, bobbing up and down. Her lust so very evident.
Moving to mount me, she throws back her head and thrusts down on my cock, her legs spread wide. Engulfing me, her pussy swallows me whole, her body writhing and arching as my hardness gets abused by the ever hungry monster between her legs. Together we fuck hard, hard enough that there is no escaping the pent up orgasm that finally escapes us both. “Mine,” we both scream as we come together, our souls intertwined and melting together. Well fucked once again.
A Hot Summer Day at School [FF] [caution] [teen] [lesbian]
Cautionary Note: All protagonists in this story are above 18yrs, ‘coz they failed in their math class one too many times.
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It was a hot summer day and it made me all sweaty, even down there too. I couldn’t help but slide a finger or two during maths class. I could feel my nipples getting harder under that tight white shirt, my face contorting into weird angles. I could feel my bra tighten, my breasts begging to pop out. I have to stop. I don’t wanna wet my panties in school again and definitely not during maths class. But I couldn’t stop. Instead, I became even hornier after pushing my fingers again and again through the sidebands of my panty. I couldn’t control it anymore. My armpits were sweating hard, my breath hastening and I was getting hot. In a moment of desperation, I started to slide off my panty down. The fear of getting caught what I was doing under the desk only turned me onn further. Now stealthily pulling down the panty all the way to my black school shoes and gently taking my feet out one by one, I crumpled the panty and in a hurry and hid it in the lower compartment of my bag.