Category: eroticliterature

Screenplay: A Dream Come True?: Based on the novel “Kicked Around” [erotica][comedy][hacking][opensource]

My first screenplay: A Dream Come True?

The screenplay is based on the novel “Kicked Around”:

[https://www.amazon.com/Kicked-Around-Carmine-Slate-ebook/dp/B078XCQ21L](https://www.amazon.com/Kicked-Around-Carmine-Slate-ebook/dp/B078XCQ21L)

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The screenplay is Open Source: CC BY-NC-SA 3.0 license

Description: An amusing, erotic short film about a young man going to college, featuring hardcore sex, pornography, music and technolust.

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With music/video links: [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1l87VbNfbV5CMbYtD5BudgX33chhcBXjk/view](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1l87VbNfbV5CMbYtD5BudgX33chhcBXjk/view)

Without music/video links: [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ImBujqHgnYAEx7BeCczst0zXwCaCBMd9/view](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ImBujqHgnYAEx7BeCczst0zXwCaCBMd9/view)

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I hope you enjoy it!

A NSFW Christmas Story: Family Get Together [FM]

The holidays had always been a time about bringing loved ones together, and there is no one you love more than your family and your man. This had been the first holiday the two of you had spent with the family. Everything had gone wonderfully. Conversation had been light and joyful banter had filled the kitchen and living room. Now sat at dinner you can’t help but look at him with such deep loving eyes.

  The two off you munched until your glances met. His warm smile filled your heart. While playing with your food you sneakily moved your feet to give him a small live tap. A flash of excitement hit him as he saw your challenge and was ready to play your reindeer game. Without alerting the family or moving the table the two of you played with each others feet. Kicking and teasing all in good fun.

  Your cousin always the rest eater finished and headed to the living room with a few others. It was then that your man moved to be next to you. He maintained polite conversation as his hand grabbed your. His embrace was full of so much love that you had to fight back and ugly smile. It was then that you felt his hand release yours and run up your arm. His skin graced yours as you could feel an almost magnetic connection to him. Read more »

Erotica writer currently taking custom kink commissions, fetish friendly!

Hello! I am currently taking orders for custom kink/fetish literature commissions! Have someone you cannot help but think about fucking? Have a fetish you are dying to have played out? I may just be the gal you’re looking for!

I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, fantasies; Whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. My hard limits include children, animals, and rape.

Every story is custom typed for you to meet your every desire. My rates are on a client to client basis & are based on kinks, as well as length.

Below I will share snippet of a story I wrote for a client, this way you can get a taste of my writing style & see if I am someone whose work you’d get pleasure from reading.

If you are interested I would love to talk with you. Email: [lilithkmae@gmail.com](mailto:lilithkmae@gmail.com)

Yours,

LM

Upon request, I pull my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job. Read more »

[M4f] Revenge on my high school bully part 3 [Blow job] [missionary] [hate fuck] [crying]

Matthew enters a bar. It’s loud because the football game just ended. It’s people angry and happy and a couple sulking away.

“I’m sorry about my tv guys. I don’t understand how the cable were cut. I just don’t know.” A guy with a few other guys with him said.

Matthew looks around and sees the man he’s looking for.

“Hey sir. You look like you need a drink. “ he signals the bartender.

“Yeah. My team loses and I lose money to my asshole buddies their.” He gestures.

“Oh that’s rough. The quartback really should be tougher. To much of a coward. Needs to man up. The coach. Don’t get me started. He’s runs his team like pussies.” Matthew talks and then waits for this man to respond.

The man smiles. “Finally a like minded man. Football today is for children. Their moms and bitches.” He laughs.

The drinks arrive. Two whiskeys and cokes. Thus beginning a night of drinking and chatting.

A hour passed. Matthew and now Josh are laughing.Josh is drunk. He’s passed his limit. Matthew helps him out side. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 8]

The alarm rang, first echoing in a dream, and then in her ears as Mina stirred too early on a Saturday morning. Hints of sunshine turned the skies periwinkle, a varnish of pinks glinting off the windows of the house across the street. She was in her own room, bright walls and open windows. Blaring endlessly the alarm roused her from under comforting covers.

Instead of fumbling for Daniel’s phone, Mina gave his shoulder a shove. “Phone. Dan, phone. Early. Shut it off. Shut. It. Off.” Each word accented with a nudge to his shoulders.

He was a pain to sleep with, though Mina had gotten used to his proximity. Shifting from room to room over the last two weeks, and rarely sleeping alone.

A large hand swatted his phone from the side table, silencing the alarm. His voice was deep and thick with sleep. “See, if we let the alarm keep ringing it would have stayed six forever.”

“That isn’t how time works.”

“They should make an exception for us.” Daniel shifted, hands gathering Mina into them. Warmth drifted across her midsection, her soft stomach and hips his to poesse. Just as his legs became hers, tangled with her own as they awoke and fumbled into their early morning greeting. Read more »

Your Fever [M4F][desperate need for your pussy to be eaten]

I see the fever in your face. The flush like the kiss of roses on your cheeks. Your chest is heaving deeper breaths than you are comfortable revealing.

Easing up to you, I whisper in your ear. Close enough to brush the hairs on the nape of your neck and make you shiver. Do you want to open your pussy for me? Do you want to spread your legs like a slut in heat? Do you ache to be devoured?

You nod hard and fast, more than a little embarrassed to admit the truth of how much you are burning. And your hands shake as your clothes peel off.

On the couch you are writhing and moaning. Your hips are already splayed open, your hips are rotating in hypnotic circles.

Your eyes are closed. Your lips open and wet.

You are making oddly beautiful little dying sounds.

I lick you slowly, but deeply. So fucking slowly. And you shudder head to toe and grunt your unleashed desires.

I pull back, making you shove your hips forward and slick your pussy against my tongue. Read more »

The Cost of Doing Business [MF] [Coworkers] [Pregnant]

Why did it have to be her? They just had to assign her to this project so that I’d get stuck late at work with her, alone. I would have had a hard enough time concentrating because of the lack of sleep, but this? The walking, talking amalgamation of all my biggest fetishes? She’s not only a co-worker, but now she’s married: double the forbidden lust. And tall! Six feet! I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone closer to my six foot six. But those at least are normal. Who hasn’t shot a glance at a co-worker, right? I could deal with the height, but it’s this new fetish that’s putting me over the edge.

Why are some men attracted to pregnant women anyway? Isn’t the whole point of attraction supposed to be procreation? If they’re already pregnant, the whole is thing biologically pointless. Sure, it shows they’re fertile, but… fuck. she. is. hot. Her tits used to be somewhere around a C or a D, but now… DD at minimum. They look great on her frame. When did she say her due date was? Two, maybe three more months? I don’t think I can stand it for the rest of today, much less several months. Read more »

Mary Takes Control [MF] [hypnosis] [fdom]

One of the few things that I knew about Mary was that she wrote fan fiction. They were mostly Potter fiction, and all of the stories had a particular bent—strong women who were sexually dominate. Romilda concocting a potion that made her sexual conquests happy to be compliant, Fleur and Nymphadora Tonks displaying and then sharing their recent boy-toys, Madame Hooch allowing the team to service her, and more. She had written dozens of these stories, and after reading them, I couldn’t look at Mary without projecting qualities of her heroines on to her. And, perhaps inevitably, I found myself fantasying about her.

Mary was pretty, but not sexy. Whereas the women in her stories were dominating and beautiful, they were also physically Mary’s opposite. They were tall with straight hair and full figures. Mary was short with curly hair, skinny and flat chested. She had a small nose and a ton of freckles.

Mary was also the sort of person who was always deeply passionate about something. She would discover some new hobby every month or so and let it devour her time and attention. Every time you saw her, she would tell you something new about ASMR or lucid dreaming. One night, a few of us were hanging out in a friend’s dorm room, and Mary was going on about her latest obsession, hypnosis. Before I left, I asked her, “Can it help with sleep?” Read more »

The Naughty Little Christmas Elf (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

*(Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoy my hastily thought up, hastily written, holiday-themed smut!)*

Four weeks of feigning joy is hard for a disillusioned man rapidly approaching his forties.

Thankfully the fake beard strapped to my face meant I didn’t have to smile too much, but I still had to pretend to be happy for the apparently endless amount of children that came into the small grotto demanding gifts they didn’t really need, or their parents couldn’t afford.

It wasn’t a nice place – a ramshackle hut built cheap, with forest green felt stapled to the flimsy wooden walls and lazily painted beams made to look like candy canes. It was cheap, tacky and cold, even with my fat suit on, yet the kids that came in saw none of that. All they saw was a lush home away from Lapland, with happy elves and, of course, Santa Claus.

Or at least someone pretending to be Santa Claus. Read more »