Lady in the Bath, a Poem (f)or (m)y Friend.

Fair lady with cups of D,

Endless fountain of beauty,

In the bath you bare your chest,

Clear a cut above the rest.

Graceful globes oft heard in tales,

Greater than the finest ales,

A wond’rous pair that ne’er fails

To make me as hard as nails.

Now you trust your marv’lous bust

To rouse the deep, fi’ry lust.

In my heart, I long to hear

Your soft whisper in my ear.

Though I’m not a man who prays,

Pleasing you could change my ways.

“Tease her well,” my conscience says,

So I do in words of praise.

Angelic form, brought to life,

Ev’ry man would love to wife.

“Come to me,” you say at last,

I heed your call just as fast.

“Work your magic on my nips,

And you shall then part my lips.

Now my core not water drips,

And I’m longing for your lips.”

Your mouth I kiss with a peck.

To your orbs I then do trek,

Fill my mouth up with your flesh.

With my tongue, I make you thresh.

Office Night Out Goes Bad (2k words, x-post from r/DirtyWritingPrompts)

She came to slowly, through a fog, a burgeoning hangover the first thing she noticed.

Jenna was no stranger to waking up with a hangover. The pounding head, the dry mouth. She reached out for her phone, and that’s when she felt the cold rough surface of office carpeting. Her eyes shot open. Again, for not the first time in her life, she had no idea where she had woken up. But this time she was not in an unfamiliar bed laying next to someone she didn’t know. She was laying alone on a hard floor. She was underneath a desk.

She felt around her, groping in the cold morning light which was just beginning to shine through the floor to ceiling windows. She peeked out from under the desk. It was her own desk, she realized. The open plan office in which she worked every day was empty and silent around her, save for the noise of some fans and computer equipment. It was Saturday morning.

An unexpected business trip

[FMM]

Jane was bored. She had done a full day manning the stand for her company at the exhibition. So, instead of working from home in bare feet and with only the cats to interrupt her, she had on uncomfortable high heels and a suit – thankfully free of cat hairs.

She had finished for the day and was in the bar for a quick drink after a quick meal. Then she was planning on a bath and an early night watching The Good Place on Netflix if the WiFi was good enough.

She was pretending to play on her phone while actually people watching – she liked to guess their stories – what they were doing there, what their relationships were – who was having an affair with who. She spotted a few people who were at the exhibition and came to her stand. There was a couple in the corner – they were sitting a little too close for business colleagues yet they were both obviously in business clothes – all efficiency and smart style. Their legs kept touching and there was no quick withdrawal from the contact – rather moving closer not further away and holding eye contact and the woman definitely licked her lips as he spoke. Jane thought that someone was getting laid tonight. As she had that thought the guy glanced around, reached into his pocket and handed something to her – obviously a room key thought Jane laughing to herself – not a little jealous. The woman rose, finished her drink, smiled at him and walked off without looking back.

I [M] slept with my boss [F] who we’ll call Jan from corporate in Jamaica several times and may have gotten her fired.

Just got back from Jamaica. Tan almost everywhere. Jan almost everywhere. Hehe. Oh Reddit, what a week. I had sex with my boss. I don’t know if it’s going to go anywhere. Jan was very specific that this is not going anywhere, that it was a one time mistake. But we had sex six times so you tell me. I am definitely feeling very eerie.

Addiction (M4F)

Addiction

I have an addiction, it is finally time to admit it.  I know i should not tell this to anyone but i know i need to.  This is hard for me so here it goes….I am adicted to fucking. Not just fucking, but fucking guys i should not.  I love the feeling of a hard cock inside me and the look of his eyes as he pounds away at my tight pussy. I love that feeling….i NEED that feeling.  

My husband is a decent enough guy but his dick is tiny and he doesn’t try while we make love.  All he does is go softly. I need a real man to kiss me on my lips, rip my clothes off and fuck me like im the last woman on earth.  That’s the feeling i crave!! And since he wont…cant….give it to me, i find it elsewhere. Let me tell you about today. Maybe after you read this you will understand.  You will not think of me as this nice clean innocent girl anymore. You will see me as the dirty slut i truly am.

Dinner Party – Pt. 1 – (MF/BD)

Prompt: A man has arranged a dinner party for his friends. Upon arrival the group enters the dining area, and discovers the man’s wife naked on the center table. She is bound by silken ties, her mout gagged with a delicious looking red apple, and she’s blindfolded.

The man smiles at the frozen postures, and slightly shocked expressions as his guests survey the situation. He steps to the side with a simple expression, “Dinner is served.”

I’d walked into the room with the others, but while they stared on, unsure of what to do, I started casually strolling around her, surverying her.

After a few minutes, I knelt down beside her, whispering in her ear to make sure she knows to play nice, or else. A muffled voice sent a reassuring message back to me.

I ran my fingers down that smooth body of hers, my hands sliding over some of the bindings as I meander over her soft flesh. My hand gave a swift and decisive snack upon her ass, leaving a faint red mark that deepened as the seconds passed.

The Inspection: Part 2 [D/s] [MDom/femsub] [SM] [Sens Dep] [Control] [No Sex] [HUML] [Costumes] Feedback Appreciated!

(The Inspection: Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/))

**The Inspection: Part 2**

*“Are you ready to be inspected?”*

The tiniest of sounds escaped her mouth. She wanted to say yes. She croaked a “yes” out loud and felt terrible. **Actually, I want to scream, Yes! Yes. Yes, yes! As loud as I can, yes! because the sound of your voice makes my skin crawl in such a delicious way. Crawl like my feet are stepping on broken glass. Crawl like I’m so interested in pushing the pain.** **Crawl like I need you and I need the things you want to do to me. Crawl – yes. Because I’m yours, you love me like this and I need you to…** She flexed her calves and pointed the toes on her right foot. The lack of vision had made all her other senses come alive. He stroked her hair, softly.

“What do you want?” – he whispered in her ear. ***I’m so into you, but I need you to say it. Please, please say it for me, liebling. I can’t do it without you, you know that. Don’t make me wait, don’t disappoint me.***

When You Speak A Foreign Language

It seems so long ago now, thinking back to when I first met you. That version of me would have never admitted what I’m willing to now. But, the truth is that version of me, she knew. She was intentional in her interactions with you; hoping you would notice her, notice anything about her really. She seemed to be the epitome of innocent yet anything but even if she wanted everyone to see her that way. It’s a lot easier to have secrets when people see you as the goody good, the girl with the smarts and good grades, the girl who goes to church and has good friends, and who doesn’t bat an eye at sex, drugs, or rock and roll. On the inside she was screaming for your approval, funny how you’d never now until now how much. She liked when you would talk to her or laugh with her, even in her weak attempts to be a rebel. You never saw her that way and you never would. I wonder what if, what if you were able to look past her counterfeit exterior to realize she wasn’t so hollow inside?

[M]y Daughter’s Fiend Wanted a [F]acial

# I had originally posted this on another sub but think it’s probably more appropriate here. I suck at the internet because I’m old. Hope you enjoy.

It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.

Regret

“It’s nice to see you!”

That’s what she had said. Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.

“Alright, goodnight!” You held a pained smile for just as long as it took for Alice and her new boyfriend to round the corner and then your shoulders sank in defeat.

Alice, at least at one point, had been the love of your life. The story of how that came to end wasn’t long, nor was it complicated. It certainly didn’t leave you looking good, especially now that it was five years later and she had just introduced you to her new husband.

Derek was tall, handsome, and successful by the look of his clothes and watch. Next to him, petite Alice looked like a doll, and she was certainly dressed like one.

You had not been nearly as successful. You’ve had a string of relationships, sure, but they had not been what you hoped for.