Category: eroticliterature

[FM] Of forbidden romances and missed opportunities

You’ve always hated engagement parties. The pretension of an entire room of people pretending that they genuinely care about the happiness of the couple. The newly engaged couple, giddily in love and who probably wouldn’t notice if half the room just vanished. Making idle conversation with people you will likely never see again in your life. What a chore. The only silver lining is the free flow of champagne, which you have chosen to partake of in liberal amounts.

You stand around, making small talk with the other guests, and admiring the ostentatiously decorated home, when the hostess sashays to you and flashes you her award-winning smile, which always makes your heart soar. It makes certain other parts of you rise, as well, and you try to bury the unbidden mental images of what those perfect crimson lips would look like wrapped around your dick. Her plunging neckline accentuates the curvature of her breasts invitingly, with a promise of fun for any man lucky enough to roam the hills and valley. Read more »

The tenant’s agreement [dubcon] [MF]

Michaela wearily trudged up the stairwell of her apartment building. The lift was broken, though that seemed to be the only downside of her new place. In the second nicest area of the city, surrounded by amenities and only a 12 minute walk, 10 if she was in a rush, from the law firm she worked at. And for so cheap as well? Comparing to other neighbouring buildings, this apartment seemed to be around thirty percent cheaper than others. She was always told to be wary that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. However she’d thoroughly read through the contract, and could find no issues. Read more »

My Special Treat Part 1

I hear you come into our house. You’re giggling, and I can hear someone else giggling. I smile. I’m glad you’ve had fun to tonight and obviously are enjoying catching up with your friends, and have brought someone back to continue drinks and chatting with. I decide that I’ll leave you two girls alone, and stay sitting on the bed. Without warning, you come into our bedroom, leading by the hand, a girl from your class that I know is Alex. You catch me by surprise but I smile and say “Hello baby”, as I imagine you just want to say a quick hi and introduce Alex as we’ve never actually met at your class open nights.

Alex is dark haired, with slightly olive skin and she seems like a bit of a pocket rocket, bright and bubbly and always full of energy. Slightly shorter than you, with a toned and athletic figure, you and I have often commented on how good a body she has, and how lucky you are to get to see her more often. Alex is slim, probably light enough for me to pick her up, but she doesn’t have a petite boyish body. She has defined hips, and a cute round butt, and perky little boobs. Little, in that they’re smaller than yours, but not much smaller. We’ve both wondered what her nipples might look like. And, one other thing that we’ve always enjoyed about seeing, is her classy tattoos that she has at various places on her body. Read more »

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Three

A full week had passed since Ariel had seen Nick. Since the day he’d asked her to stay after, she had been skipping his class, leaving school early instead of attending her math lesson. Something extremely unlike the straight A student, but, she figured, it was also unlike her to let men old enough to be her father touch her pussy. Actually, it was unlike her to let anyone touch her pussy. She’d only ever fantasized about having sex, and she’d be lying if she said she’d never fantasized specifically about Mr. Kennedy’s cock. She’d recently started watching porn, sneaking onto the sites when she was alone in her room. She’d turn the volume down completely and peruse through PornHub.

And she wondered, now more than ever, if his cock looked like the ones she watched on her phone. Like the ones she touched herself to at night, trying to keep herself quiet so she wasn’t caught by her parents. He hadn’t let her see it, though he’d seen her bare pussy and touched it with his fingers. Every time she recalled the sight, remembered the feeling, her panties were soaked all over again. Since that afternoon, she’d been fingering herself nightly, trying to do it like Mr. Kennedy had, but she couldn’t figure out how to make herself feel the way he did. Read more »

Shower [F]un Part 1 NSFW

Mmmm…the hot water feels so good after a such a long day. I needed to take the chill off and relax. The water runs down my body as I stand underneath the shower’s beating head. I like watching my breasts pucker and get goosebumps from the cold skin meeting the heat from the water. My nipples harden as the streams of water converge and roll over the hard peaks like little waterfalls. Grabbing the soap, I begin to lather it all over my body. First my arms, then my chest, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of my still erect nipples. I pinch and tug and am instantly rewarded with a sudden gush of moisture between my legs. I continue on down my body taking my time to really feel my curves, my roundness. I rub the milky white soap everywhere: my stomach, my hips, my ass. I knead and tug my ass cheeks apart. My breathing becomes heavier. My hands roam to my thighs and when my fingers reach the apex of my legs I am wetter than the water washing over the rest of my body. I dip my finger in between my folds. I’m startled by how ready my body is. As my finger is sliding its way to my entrance, a low moan comes from not just my mouth but from yours as well. I didn’t hear the door open. You ask to join me and biting my bottom lip as my gaze moves over your long naked body stopping at your hard cock, I nod my assent.

Lavish, Beyond the Hallway [mf][avant garde]

In the evening tilt of neon light, blink red, blink blue, my voice shook to admit it to you.

The hunger. The squirm. The sweet drips all day. The sophistication of so many ways that crept into my cock, like dreams of childhood with thrust hips and secret spasms in the sheets.

As I spoke behind closed eyes, you dribbled my pants down, and my cock danced with lyrics of so much confused poetry. And you groaned. Dear god, you groaned for the beauty and for the raw, muscled craving and spillage of surrender.

And you told me you wanted to devour every one of my dreams, so I kept streaming, unwinding, unbecoming, and I cried out when your lick cradled my cock, following me down, collapsing, falling into the chair, jutting my cock upward and outward for you to welcome and embrace.

We swirled in those blink red, blink blue dreams that I could never forget.

Wanting to die.

In the never-forgetting.

Coming home from work [MF]

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at any sort of writing sexy or not. Please excuse any formatting errors or dumb mistakes!! I’m attempting to get better at this.

I walk in the house after work, and I do my normal routine. Empty my pockets on the island, take off my sweater, put my bag away, and make my way upstairs.

You’re knee deep in a work call, some client has an issue with an invoice not balancing or something. I can see you’re wearing you’re see-through yoga pants, your blue underwear clearly visible in the light when you bend over searching for the invoice.

I’ve been thinking about you all day.

Thinking about that half sleepy handjob you gave me this morning, the one we didn’t finish as I was late for work. Regretting not flipping you over, and teasing you with my cock until you were begging me to fuck you. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.

I walk into the bedroom, and decide to hop in the shower, I make sure to close both doors so I don’t disturb you. I hop in the shower, my dicks still hard thinking about you. Read more »

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Two

Nick had been staring at the paper on his desk for awhile. It was just a test. He had 60 others in a stack next to it, all graded, mostly under 60% correct. This one was no different from the rest in the pile in that regard. In fact, this student had completely failed the exam. Zero questions answered correctly. But that was *exactly* why it was different, because Ariel Bosche never got a grade lower than an A. And now Nick was faced with a quandary of sorts — it was teacher courtesy and an overall unspoken rule that a failing student has to be confronted. This behavior was atypical, he knew. He also knew how important it would be that she get caught up on the lesson she flunked before they moved on to the next lesson, else she’d be completely lost.

But he also knew that if he was alone with Ariel, after all the times he’d imagined her moaning beneath him… there was no way he’d be able to control himself. Or, at least, it would take an enormous amount of self control. He would have to mentally prepare himself to resist touching her. So now he had a decision to make — allow her to fail without any intervention or confront her and struggle through his desires? Read more »

She thinks she can dom [MF] [Short]

Ven squeaks as he’s pulled close by his shirt collar, Rosa’s hands traveling up and down his chest. He blinks as she speaks, her voice breathy and soft.

“You we’re gone all day.” Ven nods and smirks a bit, letting her hands wind their way into his hair before he responds.

“I was, yes. You missed me?”

Rosa shoves him onto the bed, straddling him with a playful growl, her eyes hazy with lust as she starts rolling her hips against him, his cock growing with the friction.

“Shut up you asshole.” She nips over his jaw, latching onto his neck before gasping and falling limp as he easily flips them, pinning her against the bed and wrapping a hand gently but firmly around her neck.

“You really think you can dom me?” Ven’s eyes are bright as he moves his hand down over her chest, voice a low growl. “I think someone needs punishing.”

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age play, sexual tension] Part One

Nicholas Kennedy always thought of himself as a good man. He brought himself up out of the poverty his parents had borne him into. He worked for his education, became well-spoken and well-dressed, obtained his PhD in mathematics. He was, for all intents and purposes, a successful man. He had a beautiful wife who was now pregnant with their first child after years of trying. He had a good life, or so that’s what he tried to remind himself when he felt the impact of simplicity and repetition every morning. He was living the Amercan Dream, he told himself. He was wealthy, attractive, had a large house, a nice car, started a family. He should be content.

But if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t content. Lakewood High seemed insistent on increasing his work load, he worked increasingly longer and longer hours every week. His wife, Sarah, would argue with him constantly when he was home. He was tired and not getting enough sleep. And now that she was pregnant and neurotic, Sarah wouldn’t so much as touch him, let alone have sex with him. Read more »