Category: eroticliterature

40th birthday surprise [MFM, wife-sharing] long read

“Happy 40th birthday babe,” finally back in our room after the party ended and the last guest left. The clock on the nightstand read 3:03AM as Hannah, my wife of 12 years, kicked her red heels into the corner. How she walked around in them for over 6 hours and still looked stunning, I will never know. I stared at her from the bathroom doorway as she let her blonde hair fall out of the bun, her makeup still perfect and red lipstick still shining. She backed up to me as a I caught a whiff of her fruity perfume.

“Unzip me?” she asked as she lifted her hair, showing off a little rose tattoo on the back of her neck.

“I still have 1 more surprise for you,” i whispered in her ear as a the blindfold tightened around her eyes. The world was almost as dark to her as her knee-length dress. I grabbed the gold zipper and slowly unzipped her, kissing her spine as I went. She shuddered with excitement and moaned as my lips moved down her back. Her dress fell to the floor in a pile, followed closely by her red lace bra and thong. The bulge in my pants pressed against her firm ass as I licked and kissed her collarbone.  Read more »

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon (ENF)

Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.

Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.

Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.

Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair. Read more »

A Long Day (Part 2) [interactive] [humiliation]

To avoid confusion, I’ve named the characters. Tess is the female POV character, Adam is her boyfriend. The end of this part ends with a decision point. What does Mr. Stacey do? Does he even notice? Comment below and I’ll take the most like comment as the way forward.

Tess arrived two minutes late to work. Any other company may have forgiven the occasional tardiness, but Mr. Stacey, her manager, would not be forgiving. Tess knew she’d be called into his office within five minutes of settling in at her desk. Being reprimanded wouldn’t be so horrible if there wasn’t an element of public shame and humiliation involved. After each long and stern lecture from Mr. Stacey, he would then escort the employee in question out to the main floor, tell them to have a seat, and then lecture the entire office on why everyone else shouldn’t be like the employee sitting in the chair. Read more »

the sex hotel [MF, non-consenual,forced sex,fiction,public] [part 1?]

***The sex hotel***

*It was her first day on the job.* Brooklyn applied for a job a couple weeks back and was happy to be on the job so soon. She got ready hours before her shift would start.

fresh out the shower she plopped on the bed naked. She had medium sized boobs in comparison to her height. She pulled her chocolate brown curls into a tight bun. Before curling her lashes, she put on her white lace panties that framed her ass quite nicely.

She hadn’t looked at the uniform, hell she didn’t even know which position she’d get. She just knew she got the job.

Soon it was time to put on the uniform. She took it out of the bag to reveal what looked like a skimpy lace bodysuit. “This must be the wrong thing”she mumbled to herself. She set it down and lifted her hands in an exhale. She threw on a T-shirt and leggings and decided to ask for the right clothes there.

She left her house locking the door behind her. She began her walk to the bus stop. Read more »

College Lab Partner Watches Me [MF :: Lesbian :: Masturbation]

I spent my first year of undergrad at the University of Texas in Austin. First semester, my lab partner in Biology 1010 was a willowy raven-haired half-Native American girl named Malia.

She was smart, kind, and friendly but also sexy and a little bit mysterious. She lived off campus and I lived in the dorms for scholarship kids so we would study in my room. After a couple of weeks of studying, we had become pretty close friends.

I was beginning to fall for her. She used to wear low rise boot cut jeans slung down on her hips over tank top bodysuits pulled up high so a tiny bit of skin showed. She had long legs and small but firm tits. I was pretty sure she felt the same. We shared personal stories about our pasts, talked about music, film, art and she shared her native culture with me.

She told me that her tribe had an exemption to possess marijuana (I don’t think this was true, but I believed it then, maybe because it was convenient). We would occasionally smoke in my dorm and after studying for our first exam she lit up a joint and we passed it. Read more »

Mommy and the boys sleepover [milf, mature, teen boy, age gap, MF]

Hello again! My second ever erotic short story. The first one was also with the same theme: a maternal figure seducing, partly intentionally and partly by accident, a young, inexperienced man. I hope it’s easy and fluent reading, since English isn’t my native language. And if you also enjoy pornographic videos or are just otherwise interested in seeing me, you can check my videos on Pornhub with the same user name.

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Taking Requests? [Requests]

Apologies if this isn’t allowed here. I love writing erotic stories but I don’t know what to write about, I love writing other people’s fantasy. Nothing is off limits I love writing it all. LGBT, Noncon, cute and cuddly, I love it.

If you want to comment with a prompt or request that would be great, I’m really bored.

A Long Day (Part 1 of 3)

First post. I’m not sure if any other lurkers and readers will like it. Written for women readers. Comment your thoughts below.

You’ve just arrived home from a long day of work. As you step through the door, your shoulders loosen and your face relaxes. You close the door quickly behind you, attempting to block out the frustrations and stresses lying behind you at work. Your home. Home. You hate the company you work for, the office your work in, and the dress code the company enforces. The plain black heels, the option of only black slacks or business skirt, and the severely conservative plain white button up top. It doesnt allow for expression, for choice, or for improvisation. And I don’t like it because it limits ways I can influence the improvisation. But there are always ways.

You fidget slightly in the foyer, your hips rocking back and forth in the air. You reach around with your arm and gently place your slender middle finger against the plug slightly protruding from your tight business skirt. You remember the instructions I gave you earlier this morning.

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Chicago Rendezvous: Part One (MF, public)

The breeze is a welcome comfort from the rather warm Chicago afternoon. Though, I think we both would agree, the balcony view of the sand and water is more than worth any heat. Besides…I’ve lost all worry on the weather…my attention stolen by the heat of your lovely self, laying in leisure on a stretched beach chair…covered in a robe, lazily drawn over you, revealing your bra and thong set underneath…

Even walking over to you, I caught myself biting my lip…taking you in…clenching the glasses of a bit tighter…before sitting them down on the small table next to you…kneeling to your side on one knee…taking your hand…

“If you’re proposing, you’re taking this ‘playing house’ thing a bit too seriously,” you smirked. Your mouth opened for another quip, only to let a small gasp slide out…as you felt my mouth take in each of your fingers…my teeth gently grazing over each one…before I turn your hand over…kissing up your wrist…leaning up…taking your sunglasses off and placing them on the table…your entrancing brown eyes gazing into mine…

“We might not want to do this on the balcony.”

“Sweetie,” I said, smiling deviously, “this isn’t your neighborhood.” Read more »