Category: eroticliterature

Strange Appeal – Has a surprise ending, less than 1k words. Hope you enjoy.

Somehow, Vicky felt like she was born for this moment. It was a strange thought considering she was bound by her ankles and wrists in the trunk of a Cadillac.

Life before now had been a combination of what the fuck and you’re fucking kidding me. Add a slice of fuck me and top it off with a holy fucking shit and you’d have the ingredients for her 22 years on Earth. She had a life sequence of one shit show after another. Some weren’t of her own making. Some were.

Whoever her abductor was, he kept his car clean. The trunk had that new car smell still. Shock must have kept her from panic. A little thought screaming “SERIAL KILLER” broke in and out of her mind.

Vicky could see the back of the tail lights and the shine of the Cadillac emblem in the darkness of the trunk. It reminded her of the light coming from under the closet door when her sister had boys over. Or from when they both hid as their mother screamed from their fathers blows. Read more »

The Timestop: Chapter 2

2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.

The Timestop Chapter 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/)

Chapter 2:

Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time

“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.

“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion. Read more »

Your Punishment

Written a while back, from her point of view :). At time I flipped between POVs but eh, I’m too lazy to edit atm.

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The darkness surrounding you made the wait seem forever, as the river of drool flowed down your chin and dripped onto your breasts. The blindfold slipped slightly but held fast over your eyes, and the ball gag dug tightly into your mouth. Already, the prolonged forced opening of your jaw had it feeling sore and uncomfortable, not to mention the sticky sensation of your saliva as it slowly inched down your body, eventually merging with the wet mess that was your pussy.

Your ears strained to pick up any sound other than your ragged breathing as you tried to ignore the soreness in your arms and legs. He had left you there, in the darkness, with your arms cuffed upwards on a ledge just a bit higher than you could reach, forcing you to stand stark naked in this darkness on slightly raised feet. Has it been more than an hour? Your feet felt strained and your toes sore, and the slight breeze from the door he’d nonchalantly left open only served to chill the sweat and saliva on your torso, keeping your nipples hard and erect. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. Read more »

Another short one…

I am so focused. I have one thing on my mind right now and that’s you. I have an insatiable desire to fuck you apart. My heart is pounding through my chest. I am so unstopable! I must break you! You’re such a good girl, you deserve to cum until you can’t think for yourself…I’ll think for you, I’ll take care of you. I feel unbelievably powerful when I’m inside you; you complete me. After hours of torture and total domination, I crave for the feeling of holding your beautiful and helplessly slutty body in my arms. I can feel your heartbeat as you tremble. The tears in your eyes and the sigh in your breath let’s me know I handled you properly. You belong to me and it’s my responsibility to completely take care of you and comfort you after I brutally destroy you…I don’t take that lightly babygirl. You are my beauty and I am your beast.

Real McCoy Side Story: The Date Part 3 (MF, cuckold/swinging, bareback sex)

Been forever since I’ve posted I know (sorry, life has been hectic) but we’ve got a new excerpt of the Real McCoy Muse’s Side Story. This is the final portion of the story titled The Date, which follows Alice, Vince and another character during a day at the fair. Links to follow in the comments.

Hope you all like it, until next time!

Letwri

[M]ild initiation o[f] a young girl to the BDSM lifestyle[Long][Part 3]

We parted our ways after the coffee. I could tell she wasn’t completely satisfied with the meeting; after all she never got the answer for the one thing she came over for. But what she did get was plenty of questions, in her mind. Just like I had planned.

Over the next few days however, things seemed like they went back to normal. Susan didn’t follow up with the discussion we had at the cafe, and acted as if we never had that talk. She went back to being her former, professional self. Even the frequency of her platonic, once regular texts decreased. It was a very real possibility that she might have been weirded out by the kink. In that case all I could do was stop having any thoughts about her ending up as my playmate.

Things went on like this for about a couple more weeks. Regular office related conversations, if any, and nothing else. Earlier she used to stop by my desk randomly when she got bored with work. These short interruptions were always a pleasant distraction for me as well. We would talk for a few minutes till we were both charged up again, and then go back to work. Read more »

RUMPILINGUS:

Your ass tries to retreat from my pilgrimage, but the attempt is futile. Really, how could you attempt to do such a thing? Don’t you know I’m THE MOUTH MAN, and there is no other? I’m the LONE WOLF, and I nip the back of hinies like canines do. My long tongue fits into every nook and cranny of a woman’s posterior. My tongue was made for licking and a whole lot of sticking. I’m THE BOTTOM FEEDER, literally. Nothing gets my day started like latching onto a woman’s pussy and ass to provide a soothing mood to get her ready for the hectic, oncoming bouts with life.

And you, my dear, are the lucky contestant today. You have hit the RUMPILINGUS jackpot, so all day long you will be rewarded oral sex–I mean, a multitude of the spine-tingling madness. Get your body ready for this twisted shit; there’s no piece of your nether region that won’t be off the menu for my embracing. Settle in; we’re in pussy-and-ass-eating class. There’s no belting out unless you raise your hand. This is my game, remember you’re a contestant in it. Take my evil doings to your raunchy fanny quietly. Can you do that? No, you can’t! You’re already shaking the room with the rumbling of your kinky voice. Read more »

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A Milky Dream Came True [lactation] [domination] [vanilla] [married] [fantasy]

A Milky Dream Came True

Another long day comes to a conclusion as I vacate the office in a hurry with the clock striking 5. I hop up in my truck and drive home for the 45 minute trip back into the suburbs bordering the countryside. I turn the wheel into the driveway, shut the engine off, and jump out. Hiking my way up to the door, I unlock it and make my way in, shutting the door with a thud sounding through the living room.

Sitting in front of me a few feet away is a woman. Her toned, Latin skin glowing through a mesh underwear set leaving little to the imagination. Her legs spread out some as she sits on the couch with the ottoman to support her feet. Her arms reach out over top of the couch graced by her curly, black hair with a ring on one hand marking what is mine. She looks incredibly sexy in her toned skin and lean, all natural figure. Not an ounce of makeup lays over an already sharp looking face with dark eyes set in them coated with a mischievous smile. Read more »

Massage For The misogynist

“I want you to give my wife a massage,” began the email. “She’s a frigid bitch and she never puts out. Though I’m sure she’s a fucking slut when I’m not around.”

I already didn’t like him. I despise the degradation of women. However, I’m always one to hear someone out.

He wanted to arrange a massage for her to get alone and then have the details reported back to him. In his words, “I know the cunt will fuck you. I want to hear what a shitty little slut she is.”

I know sometimes people play with that kind of language. They don’t mean it. It’s a form of role play. It’s not my thing but I try not to judge. But the way he wrote, I got the feeling it was really the way he felt. I arranged to call him to go over details of the proposed massage.

Once he was on the other end of the phone, I knew for sure he was not playing a game. He really despised his wife. I imagine all women are the object of his ire. I agreed to do the massage and to call him afterwards. However, I was sure it would be him who got screwed in the end. Read more »