Category: eroticliterature

Meeting Sir

We had been talking for a while, we lived very far away from each other but you were in town for a weekend. We had talked about expectations for our first meeting and agreed that it would be best to expect nothing but sharing tea between friends. I walked into the coffee shop wearing your favorite dress, it was short enough for me to tease, but long enough that I did not have to wear any panties. 

As the cool coffee scented breeze shifted my dress, I felt the fabric brush against my sensitive nipples making them more noticeable under my dress. I knew you were a couple minutes behind me so I went to go order some floral tea. As I listened to the soft jazz music playing in the background I could not help but think of what it would feel like to have your cum dripping out of my wet cunt, soaking my legs. Just before I could order my tea I felt as swift slap and grab on my ass, just before I could turn around to tear into whoever touched me, I heard your voice. “Hey, Babygirl”. Read more »

While You Were Away

Every morning when Daddy goes to work I get a kiss on the forehead and the same warning and stern look “ Princess, you can touch and you can play, but you only cum when I say”. I think the rhyme is for my benefit but the rule is clear, no cummies till Daddy comes home.

Today was harder than most, he woke me up with his hand exploring my breasts. I felt myself already leaking wetness onto my inner thighs, and to make matters worse he decided to leave me hot and heavy.

After Daddy left, I tried to ignore the heat between my legs, I tried to distract myself in every way possible. I cleaned, I organized, I even tried to watch a movie. Nothing could distract me from the way my panties were rubbing against my princess parts. Read more »

Trials of the Buxom Trio – Chapter 1 (busty, thicc, hardcore sex, adventure throughout.)

**Let me tell you a story, a story about three girls on their way to becoming heroes. Now there may be a few bumps along the road but then it wouldn’t be the sort of stuff that makes good hero stories now would it? Like some stories this one starts on a dark night in a local bar. But don’t worry once you pull up a chair and enjoy a pint I’m sure you’ll find that this story is different than any other tale you’ve heard. Enjoy it friend.**

The tavern brimmed with excitement and life. It was a celebration for one of the village’s most respected and valued members, Indica. The seasoned woman was a local legend and effectively the matron who had served the people of the village for numerous years now. She was a mentor to young girls as well and trained them in the art of weapons and magic when they were brave or lucky enough to seek her instruction. After living the life of an adventuring the overly well endowed sorceress she had eventually retired to help raise her daughter Jenessa and established the Horn Gal’s Tavern. Now the tavern one of the most elaborate dens. It wasn’t on scale to those found in the capitol but for the village and the region around it served as a great place to relax after a hard day’s work or a place for heroes to talk up their latest victories. Read more »

The Days with my Daddy and I

When I get home after my day of teaching my 8th grade students, I turn into one of them. My daddy greets me at the door and asks me how my day at school was while he gives me a big hug and a kiss. He has me sit in his lap and tell him all about my day. He asks me if any boys are paying special attention to me? Are the girls nice to me, or are they jealous of how cute I am and how much attention I get? When I’m open with him and tell him everything, he rewards me. When I’m a good girl, he pulls up my dress and lightly nibbles on my nipples until they are rock hard and my pussy is dripping wet. He lays me down on the couch and lightly rubs my clit. He loves to make it go slow so I cum extra hard and long. When I am a good girl he takes his time and makes me cum over and over. Then he lets me have him. I always want my daddy’s cum. It is my favorite after school snack. At dinner he will sometimes feed me. He tells me how cute I am and how proud he is to be my daddy. I love to make my daddy proud. Read more »

New Toy Time! (Continued)

The hours pass on my dull drive home.

The rain drumming against the glass, the pattern being one only a percussionist can appreciate.

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The same idiots on the road, middle lane hoggers, those not using indicators, or those just stupidly speeding ahead.

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All the while, I’m sat internally giggling to myself, growing more and more excited and equally frustrated as I want to continue playing with her.

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I’m finally pulling off the main road and for once I can park outside the house.

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Throwing my bag on the bed, I nip to the loo and load up the app, using my Apple Watch to send her a quick message letting her know I’m home safe.

While sat using the watch, she promptly replies, at least she’s not fallen asleep on me.

Using the pee time, I setup a pattern and send it to her, smiling to myself as I sort myself out and walk down the hall to my room.

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Hurridly removing my clothes and jumping onto the bed, I’m pleased on days like today I have several items I can video call her on, so grabbing the Kindle I load Messenger. Read more »

The crawl

Walking into the room, I look around and see you both sat there, both laughing and joking with each other.

I take my partners hand, walking toward you, I give her a little squeeze and whisper “everything will be ok baby, it’s just drinks”.

We take a seat across from you, knowing all of us are nervous and just as I’m studying your faces, bodies, outfits and body language the waiter arrives.
Giving my girl’s knee a squeeze under the table, my head tilting towards her I order our drinks, checking yours and place the order for a round.

“Hey there”, I croakily say, “I’m Rebecca and this is my girlfriend Charlotte.” We both smile, my hand moves from her knee to take her hand, both hands shaking and sweaty.

Small talk happens, and continues while we await the drinks. As soon as they arrive, I notice that we all down the drinks fairly quickly. Shit’s becoming real now.

“Look, we’ve never tried this sort of thing before, but we saw how cute you both were, and we wanted to expand our horizons” I blurt out, your faces both react as if I’ve spat food at you.
“It’s ok” you reply. “We’ve done this a few times, so just relax. Nothing will happen unless you want it to.” Both Charlotte and I calm, and another round of drinks are ordered. Read more »

After work

The office is empty. Nothing but the sound of my keyboard rattling as my fingertips strike the keys. I’m almost finished my work, reaching the ever nearer deadline.

She’s sat opposite me that beautiful red hair flowing around her face, that skin so soft, cheeks a soft pink. I notice the lip being bitten, “You ok?” I ask, pausing from my work, gazing over the monitor. “I’m good, just want you to finish” she replied. “I’m sorry baby, I’m almost done, honest.” I reply, immediately resuming my work.

What feels like an age passes, the music in the room bouncing off the walls and I hear a foreign sound. I glance over the monitor again, those cheeks of hers now a flushed red, lip being bitten more. I move my seat and look down the side of the monitor and see her arm down going down her body but the desk blocks my view. “I know what you’re doing, but I can’t help just yet” I say. My chick dick’s clit responding to the sight and sound. Read more »

Sitting alone in work

I’m sat here in work, my girlfriend walks into the office wearing her usual leggings and the hoodie she acquired from me.

The business is closed for the day, everyone has gone home leaving us behind.
I’m working away, trying to ensure our workers get paid correctly.
She walks towards me, a coy little smile on her lips. Her hands slide up my arm, and her hand combs my hair.
I feel her fist pulling my hair back as she pulls it down, my neck stretching as I feel the back of my chair on the bottom of my head. She leans down kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips and then sucks my neck as her free hand goes through the opening at the top of my blouse, under my bra and expertly finds my nipple. I feel her grip tightening on my nipple as the suction on my neck increases.

My chickdick responds under my knickers. I can feel my well tucked chickdick growing hard and I know my clit is already getting wet. Read more »

Adventurous driving

Getting into the car, we do our usual in car kiss, something we’ve always done, and I hand her my phone.
She’s always the DJ, even when she falls asleep. But today, there’s an oddity in the air.
She’s got something she’s not telling me, and puts a postcode into Google Maps, queue’s up her playlist, and shoves the phone into the holder as I’m starting the engine.

I’m hitting the road, not knowing where this destination is, I can see the address, but fuck knows where we’re actually going.

Today’s instruction was a text, telling me what to wear.
So I’m sat in my black flowery dress, which she knows is a little too short at the back (something she likes), her favourite pink matching bra and pantie set and some shit tights which always fall down. But fuck it, I can deal with hiking them up, unless there’s loads of walking. It’s cold out!

She’s a little nervous. I always know. But I just hope she doesn’t have a seizure on me, as this dress is not seizure friendly.
So I take hold of her hand, kissing the top of her fingers and put it on my thigh as I continue driving. My hand resting on top of hers.
Thank god for driving an automatic, no gears to piss about with. Read more »

The Red Eye Flight

“Goddammit,” I said, hitting the blunt. “I do *not* want to take this flight tonight.” I exhaled and a cloud of thick smoke filled the car. The slightly opened windows yanked most of the smoke out into the night air, but a thick mass of vapor remained. I passed the partially smoked cigar up to my Uber driver, Tony.

“Legit, man,” he consorted. His words were creaky as spoke, holding the smoke in his lungs. “Long flight?”

“Yeah, like 5 hours or so. At least it’s direct. I can’t hub in Denver anymore. That tram annoys me to no end.” Tony hit it again at my insistence. I was already crazy high. Completely flaking on the fact that I even *had* the blunt on me, I was fortunate to have had a late night driver who smoked. Otherwise it would’ve ended up in the trash outside the airport drop-off area.

“Cool, yeah. You comfy back there? Air okay?” He said, a little dazed. I appreciated his commitment to his job, even as I was encouraging him to ignore its restrictions. “For sure, man. Feelin’ great, really,” I laughed. Read more »