Category: eroticliterature

Cold Water in the Moonlight….[mf][mild][part III]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cq2bad/cold_water_in_the_moonlightmfmildunfinished/)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dfp2q2/cold_water_in_the_moonlightmfmildcontinued/)

I slide my hands down her back and cupped her ass and pulled her hips closer to me as our tongues flicked and met between our partially open connected mouths.

We paused for a moment, and looked at each other, and said nothing. I could see her eyes and her smile in the moonlight, I could tell from the goosebumps on her shoulders that she was getting cold.

I took her by the hand and we gently walked over to our things and got out of the water. I began to shiver as did she as we quickly got dressed again. I watched as she slid her sports bra back over her head and gently maneuvered it into place, the elastic material sticking to her damp skin, then her t shirt, which also clung to her too-wet skin, outlining the curve of her hip from the side.

She twisted her hair and tried the best she could to wring the water out of it. She realized I was watching her intently and she glanced back at me and smiled again. Read more »

“Make Her Cum without Fucking” [F/M] [Oral] [Nip stim] [Clit stim]

CLAIRE…

Yep, he is exactly as hot as he looked from afar. Like a younger, darker Bruce Greenwood. Quietly charming, with a hint of wolf. I’m standing in the pool on his end making small talk while I’m replaying my little fantasy from before and, even in the water, I can feel my pussy creaming. I lazily stroke my mound as he teases me about my romance writing. There was a time I would share that I wrote erotica, but inevitably people would get all squirrelly and weird. So now I say I write romance and suffer the slight indignity, but it’s much simpler this way.

Hmmmm, so, Jake. I’m showering, getting ready for our dinner and, of course, I’m horny because I haven’t had cock for 6 months. Dildos are great, but nothing like an actual, real-life cock filling up all my tight spots. Not sure I want to break my fast on this trip, and anyway I already set the tone with Jake. Of course, I know that telling him I’m not available likely just made me more enticing. Not my intention, and nothing I can do about it. I just hate being a tease. And I hate to dine out alone. Read more »

Discipline and Punishment [MF] [robot] [D/S] [bd] [Mdom] [bondage] [ScFi]

Amber Quinn was a bad girl. That was an inescapable fact.

She wasn’t bad in the sense that she’d snuck out at night as a teenager, smoked pot regularly, or pocketed an extra piece of candy from her grandmother’s pantry. She was bad in the most basic sense of the word.

Amber was selfish, egotistical, narcissistic, callous, and downright mean at times. She had little respect for rules, manners, and propriety. She was excessively vain, spending at least an hour every morning on her makeup. She was also exceedingly immodest, wearing only the trashiest outfits that showed off her sexy body, which was more attributed to her mother being a former model than her dedication to good physical health. One of her former teachers once told her that she had the beauty of an angel and the conscious of a demon.

That teacher might have only said that because Amber slept with her son to steal answers for an upcoming test, but that didn’t make it any less true. Being so self-absorbed and self-centered, Amber rarely passed up an opportunity to exploit her beauty and the desires of others to sleep with her. Read more »

Foursome Fantasy [FMMM}

As usual Steve and Tom availed themselves of the opportunity to eye up Emma’s chest as they all sat and drank in the hot tub. It was the least she could let them off for, given the noise they put up with when she and James fucked. A few beers in and the inevitable jokes began.

“How was she last night, bro?” Steve raises a bottle to James, giggling. The brother shakes his head in derision, not answering.

“That bad, huh?” Tom chuckles, grinning at Emma. She raises her eyebrows at him; “nah; she sounds like a good slut” he winks at her, “nobody would come back that often if she wasn’t”.

“He does like to use her good” Steve looks over at Emma hungrily, “And lets face it who can blame him”.

Emma sits and blushes a little, keeping quiet but inwardly proud that they know she’s a good lay. The joking continues, making her secretly a little horny, hoping for another chance for some fun later that evening. Read more »

Car Hood Quicky

It was a beautiful star filled night out on the Mesa of New Mexico, so my husband, my husband’s friend who is visiting from out of state and I were all outside enjoying the cool September air. She (our friend) slipped away to grab a sweater from inside our guesthouse where she is staying. Taking advantage of this free, rare moment, I leaned against my Jeep and sighed. I began expressing how I feel like I haven’t seen him all month between work, our friend and the kids. He leaned in sympathetically and gave me a kiss.

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“I know baby, I feel the same. I wish I could spend more time with you.”

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His kiss was enough for my hands to drop to my side and for my heart to flutter. I wanted more of him. I breathed him in. His face, his beard, the way his breath smells. How good it feels when he holds me so close and with so much love. The way he made my body feel in that moment was too much for just a kiss. I wanted to feel the sweaty sweet encounter of our bodies entangled. I wanted to feel our souls connect. I wanted to take him all in. All of him. With just a kiss from this man I was wet and wide eyed wanting him deeply. Read more »

Convincing Madeline That She Is A Fucking Whore [Freeuse] [MFF]

Jake and Madeline were sitting on the couch. Jake was playing a video game, and Mads was watching him, playing with her hair with one hand and flipping through Snapchat in the other. Jake was focused entirely on the game, with his headset on and chatting with his friends, he was almost oblivious to everything else in the room. It was a quiet day. The sky was clear and the temperature warm but not overly so.

Claire walked in and made a face at Mads. Madeline was a lot smaller than Claire. While Mads was short, petite, and a bit shy, Claire was tall, loud, and full-figured. Mads was redheaded, but her hair was colored purple at the time, and her body was covered in tattoos. Claire was blonde, fairly conservative, and had a toned body to match her hours spent at the gym.

“Mads, what are you doing?” Claire asked.

“Looking through Snapchat,” Madeline said.

“You fucking whore,” Claire said. Read more »

Dreams of Her

Is this a place that would be alright for me to write out a dream I had last night? One about my incredibly sexy 19 yr old Sister in Law? Waking up this morning, unable to get thoughts of my wife’s younger sister out of my mind…

A Stranger’s Tale [FM]

I tasted sin, and her name was Alice. She was a cute, petite little thing. She worked diligently in a diner, was a single mom with two young kids, and just trying to make ends meet. When I had her alone for the first time, and tasted the depth of her sin – much sweeter than forbidden fruit – off of her lips, I knew she was something special.

I should reiterate here. I tasted the *potential* of sin from Alice. If she had a black heart, that sin would have eventually consumed her. Instead, she had that *potential* sin welled up, hidden and tight inside, like a hard nut that she only indulged on when she was very, very alone. The night we slept together, I unlocked every secret door until she finally let it all out with me. I took it from her as payment of services rendered, sort of speak. She gave it up freely and yet unknowingly. When I left her, I left in *potentials* place a sense of freedom to desire openly again, a memory of a magical night, and a feeling that not only was she worth a priceless amount, the ability to finally believed it. All that said, I still felt like I got the better end of the bargain. Read more »

The fog of whore [fm][cheating][cute]

The fog lay heavy over the warped forest road, obscuring trees and potholes on the way to the meeting point. It had been ages since Lauren had made the drive out here but she still knew every inch and pebble on the way. Back in the day she’d come up to Peak Point every few days, the perfect place if one wanted to think and write without being bothered by – well anyone considering it took a good hour to drive up and down again, more if all you had was a small motorcycle you had no licence for and had to borrow from your brother who worked hard to afford it.

These days it took less time and the car was hers, but the road with all its nicks and turns and slopes and gravel was every bit as strenuous as it had been. Lots of fun though, having made it to the top Lauren could look down on the road she had just come up, sitting on her hood as she waited for Nathan to appear out of the fog. Read more »