Category: eroticliterature

The journal my psych told me to keep reads like twisted erotica

Tales of abuse lie within. If this isn’t your thing, please move along.

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11/08/2014

How do I *feel* toward him? I guess I’ll hand it to you, doc, you apparently showed up to the lesson on “using stupid questions to provoke a waterfall of twisted insanity out of people” at shrink school.

I mean, he pretty much crafted my identity for me. Without him, I probably would have done myself in before I hit teenagehood. Aside from the whole rape thing, he was the nicest person I’d ever met, and I only even recognize that “the whole rape thing” throws his kindness into question because everyone tells me so.

I know how utterly ridiculous that must sound, but just, the way he talked to me, the things he said…back then, I didn’t have any basis for comparison. I just thought that’s what it look and sounded (and felt) like when someone was nice to you. After all that happened at home, it felt so good to be wanted and loved, to have someone smile and get excited to see you, someone who actually **wanted** you around. When you come to believe that all you can do is make people hate you, you’ll run to the opportunity to make someone smile like a lemming to a cliff’s edge. Read more »

Just a bit of a Fantasy of Mine :) [F POV]

“Come here,” I say admiring my boyfriend walk toward the bitter cold to shut the window in his delightful basketball shorts.

“What?” He turns to me.

“Leave the window open, and come here.” I say dropping my lacy black bra to the floor.

“But-”

I begin walking closer to him, and upon approach, my arms droop to his knees, to his thighs, and I rip his precious shorts off of him. Revealing his strong, hard cock to his neighbors and the family of squirrels in his oak tree. Then I stroke him off, “I couldn’t help myself,” I say clenching the skin off of my starved lips with my teeth. “You just looked so yummy in those shorts.” Then I remove my hand from him, and lick my hand clean down to the last drop of his sweet cum.

I trail back up him. Up to his toned caramel back, glowing in the moonlight. I reach below his shoulders, past his armpits and I yank him into me.

“Uh-gah.” He groans.

I bow my head down his neck, prying my lips open for just the width of my dripping, thirsty tongue– and I sigh; breathe down his neck. Read more »

A library fantasy pt 1 (MF)

I have a weekly routine of going to the library. I love finding new books to read, and perusing the aisles has always felt somewhat intimate. Alone, but still in public. As a child, it excited me to quietly walk the aisles, unseen to everyone; now as an adult it excites me in a completely different way.

So when I turned in to an aisle looking for an author and locked eyes with him, my heart skipped and sent a jolt of electricity to every last nerve ending tucked between my legs. He smirked at me, then returned his eyes to the book he was looking at. I turned around and faced the shelf behind him, my fingers shakily reaching for the first book I could find. Something, something, murder mystery… Read more »

An overheard conversation leads to an opportunity M,F rimming

It’s like the stars had aligned or something. Some sort of cosmic event. We hardly know each other. I had overheard you taking good to your friend at that party where you were just drunk enough to talk sex but not sober enough to keep your voice down. Or maybe you meant to be heard.

Either way, my ears pricked when I heard you complain that you couldn’t find someone to lick your arse. Or if you could they always wanted something in return. I’d seen you earlier. In fact I’d already checked out your bum in your little black dress earlier for no other reason than it was pretty cute.

So now, as I pretended to listen to my friend chatter about the football team, I was really focusing what you were saying, which was far more fun. Taking the opportunity a brief gap in conversation allowed, I excused myself from my friend.

Not being one to hide in the shadows I came over to you and your friend and with the help of the alcohol I’d bring drinking, politely interrupted your conversation. Asking if I could speak to you for a moment in private, I blushed a little and for a moment thought I’d over stepped. But, thankfully you agreed and your friend, eyebrows raised, walked over to the bar. Read more »

An Average Afternoon [MF]

Int – Mid-Day – Apartment

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home,” as I began to put away my laptop.

“My meeting was canceled,” she said.

From the couch, the view of her body was distracting, almost mesmerizing.

“What are you looking at,” She asked.

“You.”

The sun shines from the noontime sun cascaded from the double doors located behind the couch against the floor illuminating half of her body, jeans, and a button up maroon blouse. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the way her ass filled out her jeans, especially when she bent down to drop her bag. She started to come over to where I was sitting… but I stopped her.

“Turn around,” I said, and she complied, always the submissive. She faced away from me while placing her palms firmly against the closed front door.

I didn’t waste a second as I stood up, went over to her, to slide my hands from the lower back down over her jean covered ass. I pressed myself against her, and without a doubt, I knew that she could easily feel the effect she had on me. Reaching around her waist I held her closer and tighter to my body. Read more »

Sweet Morning (Short Story/Fiction/PetPLay)

(I’m new to this so I would heartily appreciate input and suggestions)

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Light filtered through the window, lightly playing on her red hair. He smiled to himself as he woke up, her warm form so peacefully wrapped in his arms. He’d never seen her so relaxed, so at ease. She was so hyper, so restless during the day. He was amazed that someone so beautifully full of energy could hold the same beauty when all but peace was stripped away. His heart skipped a beat as her saw her smile in her sleep. *What could she be dreaming about?* He really didn’t want to wake her up, but he couldn’t help but hug her tighter as his heart melted.

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“m-m-m,” mumbling came from his chest and he released his embrace a bit, she wiggled and looked up at him, “Hehe, Master, I couldn’t breathe.” *I’ll never get used to this view.* He thought as his gaze lingered at her dopey smile then traveled to her pale white chest that was pressed against him and mildly illuminated by the sun. He noticed her skin was a little pink and he returned his eyes to her face. Apparently, she wasn’t used to it yet either. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She had a shy look on her face as it was set ablaze with a bright red blush. Read more »

A Simple Tease (Part 1)

There she lied on the bed, limbs stretched to the four corners and eyes bound by a tie. Her pale skin was covered in sweat, her legs straining to close so that none could see the pink flesh that resided between them. So none could see the arousal that had been built up while she was spread so whorishly. The Grand Master had only been standing there for a few minutes, having left her bound and blindfolded for hours.  He tilted his head back, gauntleted fingers coming to tap rhythmically against his cheek before he stepped forward. His presence was announced by the loud clacking of his boots against the ground. 

Her body stiffened at the sound, back arching as she yanked at the bindings. Her heavy breasts bounced upon her chest, her body was strained as she once again attempted to get out, though he could see the hardened pink nipples that capped those large breasts. She was certainly a far more twisted individual than he had originally anticipated. Yet, he could not find himself disappointed in that fact.  Read more »

[MMF] July 4th Cuckold BBQ

Originally from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-328

My wife and I had a successful cuckold life for over 7 years and there were a lot of fun little humiliating things she did to me outside of the full blown cuckold evenings we shared. Below is a list of those one-off humiliating fun things my wife did to keep my little humiliating cock dripping. Read more »

Just Dinner [FM] [NSFW]

The candlelight and dim lighting add a romantic atmosphere to the restaurant. The wine flows easily, and I am sitting next to one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. She’s an excellent conversationalist, and soon we’re talking about everything from politics, religion to eventually sex. Aside from minimal interruption from our waiter I am almost hypnotized by her intelligence and beauty though I am polite enough not to stare. Even after an hour of conversation, I know that I want to take her home, to my bed, where I can do anything I wanted… but, I have yet to figure out how to guide the situation in that direction.

It is a bad position for a guy to be in because a woman tends to make up her mind within a few minutes of meeting you and with the conversation to back up your physical qualities. It is never as simple as just showing up and that path isn’t already paved into the evening. It requires effort, a connection, charm, and perhaps a sense of humor. Read more »

Mealtime with Jordan [M/M][Anal][Snuff][Blood]

As I hunt around the city for a good meal I’m given plenty of opportunities. So many men around the clubs, dancing, drinking, having a good time. I could easily reach out, grab a man and take him to my lair for a feast.

    But, I’m feeling adventurous, so I continue hunting, occasionally stopping to admire men I see in the clubs, writhing their firm bodies together, their virile semen calling out to me to be drained, or their rich blood coursing through their bodies.

    I can feel when the focus is on me, I listen to the conversation while I stand casually against the bar, drinking from a beer the bartender gave me.

    “Dude, just to talk to him. If you’re trying to get laid, you have to make a move,” someone I assume is his friend states.

    I’m approached by a man and he smiles at me.

    “Hi, I’m Jordan,” he says. He’s average height, decently handsome with a thin body. I can smell his potent semen in his virile male body and smell his blood in his veins.

    “I’m Gavin,” I reply and look over at the bartender. “Would you like a drink?” Read more »