Category: eroticliterature

Changes. [F/m],[F/MM], [F/M/M/m]

Changes Chapter 1

After being locked into the micro-sized chastity device for an incredibly long 37 days of teasing torture and denial, I had become more and more submissive to her with each passing day. I was waiting for her to make the trip to come live with me, after a very long, long distance relationship.

We’ve both been switches throughout our relationship. We’d play on our occasional vacations together, but we never went too far. She had once said that she wouldn’t want to have a partner that was submissive all the time, but throughout the 37 day chastity ordeal, as I fell more deeply into submission for her, she grew more and more dominant and sadistic. It drove me crazy with lust. I’d never known a woman like her.

The things that she’d said she’d to to me! At times, they seemed like they’d be destined to remain in fantasy only, but as our relationship had progressed, limits were to be pushed, expanded, and seemed destined to be ultimately ignored altogether. It made me absolutely mad for her, and it drove me deeper into service to her as she grew crueler and kinkier each day. Read more »

nth visit

I’ve been here so many times and yet it never ceases to amaze me. Rows of vulva after vulva. Hairy, shaved, brown, pink, large clit, small labia, anything you can imagine. The women take 2 hour shifts lying on their backs with only their vulvas and asses exposed. Now that I think about it, reminds me a little of some Czech gloryhole porn I watched. I take a deep breath and scan the room. Being here always feels overwhelming at first and I get side-tracked. Once it wears off, I’m bored again. I decide to walk down the rows and tease.

I walk by and flick every clit I walk by. These girls are such hard workers, they’ve become desensitized to things like this. I suppose at this point it’s more for me than it is for them. I flick the clit of a brown woman with a landing strip in the fourth row and she jumps. *Jumps*. My dick jumped. She must be new. It’s been a while since I felt a newbie. I flick her clit again and she jumps again. Now I’m hard. I rub her clit lightly with my index finger and she jumps higher. Did she moan? It must be her first day. Was I the first one to have her since her shift started? Read more »

Brookside squirts

I was sitting there beside the rushing water. On my favourite rock, it was just big enough to lay on comfortably. It was close to where people could see, but a spot rarely visited. As I was sitting there enjoying the warm sun, I started getting an urge. I realized. If I was to play with myself anyone could accidentally stumbled upon me. This thought thrilled and excited me, it made my pussy throb and my nipples hard. Tentatively I started, pulling down my shirt until my tits were out, feeling them slowly, lavishing in the warmth on my bare breasts. Pinching my nipples caused a soft moan to escape my lips. Then I opened my legs, and pulled my panties off. I could see the spot where my juices had been soaking them. I slowly trailed my fingers over myself, nervous but also hoping someone would see. I ran my finger over my pussy lips, around my hole, gathering all the wetness and bringing it up to my clit. Looking around to make sure I was alone I started working my fingers in circles around my clit, not exactly touching it just yet. My breath came in short quick pants, my heart was beating fast, each touch sending a shiver through my body. Then I got to the good spot, I started quickly rubbing my clit while fingering myself with the other hand. No longer could I contain myself so I let my moans out, if someone where to hear it would just turn me on more. Faster and faster I rubbed and fingered, bringing myself closer to the brink. Suddenly I let out a loud moan as my body convulsed and juices squirted out of my pussy, it left me shuddering and it kept going on for what seemed like hours. After my body had calmed down a bit and I was droopy-eyed but satisfied I sat back up. While my breath and my heartbeat slowed I reached a state of euphoria I hadn’t experienced before. Here in this beautiful spot, surrounded by forest and flowers, exposed for all the world to see. I had let myself be the little slut I always knew was. Read more »

Teasing Myself [F]

I ran down stairs, late as usual and struggling to get myself together. I debated if I had time for breakfast, before deciding that a shower was more important and I’d try to get something to eat on the way to school, or if i wanted to risk it and get something to eat from the dining hall. True the food there was better than the high school cafeteria, but something about school food just irked me the wrong way. I could never figure it out but it had always been that way. Grabbing a handful of miscellaneous clothes from the dryer and checking it once over to make sure there was at least one article of clothing i needed, i walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror, trying to think positive thoughts to lift my day. Short, pale, redhead me stared back like every day when i did this and i sighed before pulling my shirt off and letting my small breasts free and looked at myself in the mirror again. I had gotten my nipples pierced last year thinking it would do something for my sex life but so far the only person who played with them or even saw them was myself. Read more »

The Shamrock Bloom [MF] revised

I watched her arch her back as she moved her hips in time with my thrusts. She was straddling me in the tub, facing away, and though I was missing the sight of her eyes, lips, and breasts, this was a magnificent sight, all its own. I traced her spine with my fingers as my eyes connected the freckles that were perfectly spread down her back. I followed them down to her supple ass where she had a little tattoo of cherries on her cheek. Her breathing became deeper and faster as she began to climax. She placed her hands on my stomach and leaned back onto them as she came, grinding her ass onto the skin above my penis. She gave a delightful, high pitched gasp as she came and fell back onto me. Her chest was heaving and I held her freckled breasts in my hand as she caught her breath between kisses. She was like a beautiful flower, blooming just for me. Read more »

My Favorite Client [MF] [Oral] [Prost]

“The first Thursday of the month,” Reyna Stanly said to herself, “the best day of any month in my otherwise fucked up life.”

The young woman carried herself with more energy than usual and for good reason. It was a welcome day of contentment, especially for a professional escort. As someone who lived a life of ever-evolving risks and obstacles, she understood the value of those days better than most. After the week she’d endured, she needed one.

Having arrived at the mid-level hotel a half-hour ago, Reyna made her way up to the eighth-floor suite, as she’d done many times before. She wore the same low-cut black dress that she’d worn for the past several encounters with the special client that awaited her at the end of the hall. It wasn’t too sexy. Most people who saw it wouldn’t associate it with an escort or sex worker. Walking through the lobby, she looked like someone on her way to a dinner party at an overpriced restaurant. Read more »

Erotic gothic poems

You might like these poems “brachypterous (Australian Gothic)”

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“deaths kiss”

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The Shamrock Bloom [MF]

People underestimate the eroticism of flowers. Some flowers bloom automatically, on their own, while some take time, effort, and care. I’ve always thought of women like flowers. When conditions are right, a bud will form, the sepals will begin to open up and expose her beautiful, delicate petals. She will beckon to you with her sweet nectar, ripe to be pollinated. The shamrock, native to Ireland, is known for its three leaf pattern but most people wouldn’t recognize her flowers. Colors vary, but the most beautiful flowers are a shade of pink, almost a light purple, with darker streaks, spiraling out at the base of the petals. That’s what came to mind when I saw her.

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She had her fingers close to her mouth, with that particular shade of lipstick, paired with her deep green fingernails that matched her eyes perfectly. She looked like a shamrock that was blooming. She was beautiful and as soon as I saw her, I hoped that she was the green-eyed redhead that Lydia had described to me. She had on a form fitting dress with a plunging neckline that exposed freckles where her gorgeous cleavage had been kissed by the sun. Her fair skin made her red hair seem like a deep flame burning as she sipped her drink with those gorgeous lips. She had a pair of strappy heels on her tiny feet, showing off her recently painted toenails that were almost as beautiful a shade of red as her hair. Read more »

An Unexpected Night (MFF, FF, MF)

Words have power. They have meaning. The way that you write matters. Can you draw the reader in? Can you make them imagine as though they are right there? Can you make them feel the anticipation, the doubt, the passion, the pure pleasure? Below, you’ll find the first few chapters of a book I am writing. Read it. Enjoy it. Provide feedback ?

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***An Unexpected Night***

**Chapter 1: The Meeting**

Charlie had just arrived home from work on a Friday night when he received a text from his friend Sam inviting him to grab some drinks at their favorite bar. Charlie had nothing better to do so he asked what time. He quickly showered and got dressed in a button-down shirt with a nice pair of jeans He didn’t live too far from the train so he hopped on the next train and then walked to the bar. Read more »