“The Lonely Housewife’s Plan”
“….I did something a couple weeks ago that, normally, I wouldn’t be proud of. It wasn’t until I got news a few days earlier that week, that changed that feeling. I’m a 27 year old married woman. I’ve been married for 2 years. My husband stopped having sex with me about six months ago. I don’t know why, he says he has ED, and I thought maybe he did. I asked him I could try to blow him to see if that helped, he just got mad. So, for the last few months I was feeling bad for him until I got a call from someone he works with. My husband has been cheating on me with his secretary at work. The reason he didn’t want to have sex was either because he was already spent, or he didn’t want to “waste” his load on me. I was furious. I wanted to get back at him. Then I thought, no. I do want, and need, to fuck someone, but I’m not going to let him know. I’m just going to do something completely out of character and actually do that one thing, fuck someone. Since my husband wouldn’t touch my ass, I knew exactly where to go. I wasn’t going to dildo my ass again. I wanted the real thing. I wanted those hands on my hips, the hot breath on my neck, the cum filling up my bowels, I wanted that. I “needed” that. Nothing else. No strings attached. Nothing. Just straight up anal sex. Something my “husband” only gave me on two occasions. With my husband staying somewhere else, I had the house to myself. I always noticed the teen boy (he’s 19) across the street checking me out when I’d go jogging in the morning or whenever I’d come home from the gym.
Category: eroticliterature
Finding her Place [Futa] [Anthro] [Oral]
**Note:** The two sexes of this world are futas (girls but instead of vaginas they have dicks), and regular girls
(This series will have long periods without sex and will focus on character development and all that jazz. This chapter will not have much sexual content in it and serves mostly to introduce the reader to the world and our main protagonist. Constructive criticism is appreciated and if you want the chapters to come out faster, letting me know in the comments will definitely help :) )
The alarm blared next to my head, telling me to move my ass. Reaching out with a tired arm, I turned off the irritating noise coming from my phone. With groggy eyes I sat up in my small bed and immediately winced as my morning wood rubbed uncomfortably against the fabric of my underwear. Though a smile overtook it. I was going to college today!
NSFW – Just Business [M][F] [Affair]
She still couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard now.
Sarah didn’t know why she was nervous. Jason had given her permission months ago to have affairs whenever he wasn’t around or she was on a business trip, but she never actually thought she’d do it. She still wasn’t sure she could.
But Allen was on his way up to her room now.
Allen worked for the Seattle branch of her company. They had met when the company had flown Sarah out to work on some items in person at their headquarters.
Allen was thin, with short blonde hair and light stubble. Not normally her type, but something about him had made her quiver at the knees when she saw him. There had been a connection between them, and they both must have felt it because their work ad quickly gotten derailed. They had gone out for a couple of drinks and he had made the first move.
In a dark corner of the bar he had pressed her to the wall and kissed her. At first she was mortified and broke away from the kiss, horrified that someone might seem them and somehow tell Jason. But then she remembered that he had *encouraged* her to get laid on her trips.
Fun with Mom [M/F] [Incest] [Son/Mom]
I’ve been dying to fuck my mom for as long as I can remember. She’s tall, incredibly attractive, and has the smoothest voice that just milks you dry the more she speaks to you. It started off innocently enough. With dad and her divorcing, I was allowed to occasionally sleep in the master bed. Rubbing myself up against her as she slept, wearing her silky soft pajamas, realizing all the dreams of puberty every night beside such a wonderful example of a woman. It became an obsession. I wanted to breed her. Every porn star reminded me of her. I wanted to fill her up in ways no one else ever had. I was always a bit flirty with her, though I’m sure she never thought much of it other than just a horny teenage boy needing to get off – which was really an accurate definition, among many others. We’ve always had a special relationship she doesn’t seem to share with my sisters. Or with dads for that matter.
When I lost my job, my girlfriend and I moved in back home with her. She was all I could think about. This last week I decided to finally make my move. I was going to have her.
[M] [F] [incest] My daughter, the slut. (Part 1)
Saint Marie, Montana. I can’t claim I had ever heard the name. But once the postcard showed up in the mail, that post office stamp became my only clue, the only hint I had. I learned a lot about Saint Marie, Montana. Not even a real town, with a dwindling population in the low hundreds. It was the site of an Air Force base, then it became a venue of retirement for former military, and it ended up being a haven for Sovereign Citizens. And, as it turns out, a cult.
The cult that my wife had joined. How she found them, I have no idea. What they told her, I have no idea. Suffice it to say that she left our home in Chicago one day, and instead of going to work she hopped on a train and headed west. To the best of my understanding, she got off the train at Glasgow, a town with a minor claim to fame for being the literal “middle of nowhere”, and from there on, she took she short ride to her new life: a cult member at an old military town since taken over by crazies, outcasts and misfits.
Behind, in our two bedroom apartment in Chicago, she left me, her husband, Stephen, and our 2 year old daughter, Rachel. The last sign of life she ever gave us, that postcard in the mail a few months later. “I am fine. I found a new dimension” or some such scribble. “Don’t come looking for me. I am happy here. Farewell and good luck” the last thing she thought she’d tell the family she had left behind.
You leave me wanting more… [dom/sub] [orgasm denial] [anal]
Gripping onto the edge of the sink, trying my best not to scream out as you’re stood behind me, thrusting your cock hard and fast in and out of my ass, I look up at our reflection in the huge mirror and I see you watching me…
You slap my right ass cheek hard, not caring if someone hears and I whimper and bite my bottom lip in that way that drives you crazy. I shoot you a sheepish grin and it makes you thrust into me even harder. My breath catches in my throat as you grab my hair and pull back hard and I groan and push back against you. You growl at me under your breath and tighten your grip on my left hip so you can quicken your pace. My jaw drops as the feeling of your cock fucking me harder and deeper than before makes me struggle more than ever to stay quiet. A little moaning yelp escapes my throat, making you grin wide, giving you the perfect excuse to bring your hand down hard on my ass again. You let go of my hair, gripping my hips with both hands and I know you’re about to cum hard inside me. You thrust hard and deep, groaning as your cock explodes inside my ass and you stay there, looking at my reflection – the look of desire spreading across my face. You love this look because you’ve been teasing me for days now.
Sleep Tight [MM; BDSM]
“Evan, I’m home!”
My ears perked up when I heard that, my master was home! Cody, or master as I call him when we are “playing,” is my boyfriend. We have a consensual BDSM relationship, he is the dom and I’m his sub. Anytime I wanted this to be over, it would. We could easily go back to a normal relationship, heck, we often do! But I love this side of our relationship. I have my safe word for if things get too heavy or go too far, but I love testing my limits.
“Cody! Finally your home! Dinner’s ready.” I called him by his name instead of calling him Master. This was fine because our games wouldn’t start until after dinner.
We ate and talked about our days and about life. After dinner, we both cleaned the kitchen. As soon as I put the last dish in the dishwasher, I felt Cody’s strong hand grab me, turn me around, and passionately kiss me. After a few moments, he pulled away and sexily whispered, “Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I responded, with a voice that totally betrayed how aroused and excited I was, “Yes Master.”
Tinder date (MF)
I was asked to do something like this by a girl I met from tinder. Ad of posting this has not happened, but probably won’t be too far from what does happen.
Also this is my first erotic writing ever, and my first writing in almost 5 years and it is unedited.
Now on to the story
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You hear a motorcycle outside, rush to the window to see if I have arrived. Sadly the bike passes by without even slowing down. As you turn around you see the ropes you hope to use latter sitting our, and you can imagine the ropes being pulled tight against your skin. You walk over and pick up one end, feeling the rough texture. You almost are lost in thought as you hear a familiar sound outside. This time you don’t even bother to look out the window.
I look down at the gps, it’s just ahead now. I slow down to pull in the driveway and I smile as I see you coming out to see me. I barely have time to stop as you rush in for a hug. I struggle to get my helmet off while trying to reach around you.
The subspace [D/s, Mf,pic]
It starts with a tone of voice; the shift of perspective so clear that I might as well be Alice, suddenly looking at the underside of the table, wondering how I got so small. That tone pierces through all the barriers I’ve put up and what’s revealed is the soft murmur of a brain that’s starting to slow down. The silence is yet to come, but the constant whirring has a catch – a pause – to it now, something that has interrupted the usual cycle.
The blindfold erases my sight, but I’d already stopped seeing what was around me the minute I was ordered through the door. I focus to hear the slightest noise and tingle in anticipation while waiting to feel the pressure on skin that will give me my next direction. We call it play but it’s anything but – it’s communication on an entirely different level. It’s telling each other things we can’t or shouldn’t say out loud; it’s an exercise in trust that amazes me every time.
In the Closet – [FF] [PEE]
My mouth was firmly pressed to Haley’s as I pushed her into the closet, my hands fumbling at the hem of her shirt as they worked their way up the smooth curves of her tight tummy to cup her breasts over her bra.
I can’t believe we’re finally doing it, I thought to myself as I pulled her close to me, our bellies pressed together as I tried to drink her in, our breasts heaving in unison. She pulled my shirt over my head, and our lips tragically parted briefly to allow the fabric to pass between us before we came together again. My tongue ran roughly against hers, exploring her mouth as my hands probed the clasp of her bra.
In one motion, I pulled off her bra and her shirt, and casting it aside, knelt to take her firm breast in my mouth. I could feel the skin on her lower back prickle with goosebumps as I worked her nipple with my tongue, tracing it back and forth, side to side, flicking at it until it became hard between my lips.