Category: eroticliterature

Lure of the Old Gods

It was a little odd that my girlfriend’s dorm floor was this quiet. Normally, it was controlled chaos, girls giggling and going from room to room socializing. It was a Friday night for God’s sake.

But it was far quieter than normal, with only a few muffled noises behind a couple doors as I passed. It almost sounded like… no. And even if it was what I thought of, my girlfriend would murder me if she thought I was trying to listen to one of her dorm-mates doing… that.

I walked down the hallway, passing door after closed door. Was there some event that they were all at, that Helen didn’t tell me about?

There was an open door up ahead, it was Ashley’s room, one of Helen’s friends. I looked around the door jam, and my mouth opened in shock. Ashley was on her bed, utterly and gloriously naked, her fingers rhythmically working inside herself. She was the classic pretty blonde, with the kind of body that was luscious now, but she always worried that she’d put on weight like her older sister. But for now… She didn’t see me… and it looked like she was barely aware of anything as she furiously shoved three fingers inside her little shaved kitty. I tore my eyes away, and moved down the hall, taking a breath. Read more »

IT Overpowers Me:

I’ve tried fervently on multiple occasions to keep my sex demons at bay, but fighting my destiny is exhausting. I was put on this planet to put out the fire in a woman’s hiny. My dick and mouth are merciless creatures, and if you’re donned to meet me, you will find that fact out for yourself. Let my dick and mouth map out your erogenous zones. And if you so desire, you can join in and we both can partake of this tasty discovery. These little freaky tales I pen are meant to remind you of my unquenchable appetite for your tasty bottom extremities. So much so: I want you to rub your pussy uncontrollably while my mouth and tongue tackle your dirty little anal opening. I’m willing to dissect that pussy-and-ass anatomy to figure out what makes them tick. A tongue on the right asscheek accompanied by the same tongue to the left asscheek is a sure way to bring you sprouting from your shell. But, what about the tasty halfway point between the outer walls of that slippery asscheek and your black or pink hole of an ass snare: does a tongue to that region provide a host of delight? What about shoving almost the entire length of my pink oral flesh into your little asstrap, is that a thrill to your wanton bottom? There’s a barrage of equations to decipher here in this foray into a naughty, uninhibited underworld. See, when you’re a bottom feeder, there’s no need to rush. One has all the time in the world to scrounge the lake for treats. There’s always an abundance of morsels to pick through for a scoundrel like me. I would tell you never to mind my mouth because he’s only here for the ride, but I’d be lying like hell. My mouth aids in the cunnilingus and assilingus scheme. See, my mouth is the gun; my tongue is the ammunition used to neutralize the target. There’s an art to this pussy-and-ass-devouring thing that just no Joe Blow on the street can master. I’m a black belt in this raunchy shit. Get this mouth, and pamper yourself. It fits your ass like a glove.

Dropping off a Fantasy Pt. 2 [MF] [MILF]

*This is a continuation of the first* [*story*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9t66p6/dropping_off_a_fantasy_mf_milf/)*. Let me know what you think in the comments or DMS. Thanks for reading*.

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Time moved on quickly after that phone call. Even though it and the photos harvested themselves in the back of my mind, I had suspected that brief interlude was the extent of this exhibitionist seduction game. She didn’t call or appear in the shop in the weeks afterward. It was hard to forget but at the same time it was necessary to move on. The odds of anything else coming out of that were astronomical, after all.

It was winter and a slow period for business. In fact, the city was crippled by 18 inches of snow on this particular day. My thoughts were centered on getting the plow over to plow the lot in a reasonable time frame to be ready for tomorrow’s business. I was closing early, hell everything else was already closed.

Just as I shut the lights and turned down the shades, lights from a vehicle appeared in the window. I had figured it was the plow guy showing up early, but the lights turned off and someone knocked on the door. I walked over and couldn’t quite make out the figure, but they were bundled up quite heavily. I opened the door and asked what the person wanted. Read more »

Academy of Fetishes v1.00 released! It’s actually finished!

#About the game

[Academy of Fetishes](https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes) is a text-based game you can play in the browser and download to your computer. You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts.

When you start, the students and teachers are reluctant. But the longer you play, the more they break out of their shell and show you how twisted and perverted they really are.

If a kink exists, I want a scene of it in the game (with some rare exceptions). But, I respect the fact that not everyone is into everything. That’s why the game will progress down the path you want to take. Don’t like Futanari? That’s fine! There will be a tech tree of sorts and you can choose to avoid that path and still beat the game.

Let me know of your favorite fetish/fantasy and I’ll see if I can put it in the game for you!

Here’s my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes If you want to see the full list of fetishes, it’ll be on that page. Read more »

Young new guy in town (MF) (milf) (romantic)

Jenny started noticing him a few weeks into the season. He met her eye contact a week later. At first, Jenny thought maybe he was the college son of one of the wealthy ranch families, the ones that descended to Montana with their Wall Street money and priced out the rest of us who’ve been here for a hundred years. They always seemed to send their teenagers for the summer, you know, to have an “authentic” cowboy experience.  
He had a young face. He sat straight and stoically, dark neat hair and a short beard. He always wore jeans and a simple black T-shirt.
He arrived at the diner always at 7am, and he always sat in Brenda’s section.  The day of their first conversation was a pretty slow Tuesday. After he paid for his black coffee and bacon and left, Jenny went about her business of organizing the diner’s display of pies in the glass cabinet.
She reached deep into the cabinet and had to bend down awkwardly to not mess up the pies in the back.
She heard the door chime again and thought “Good, I hope this customer orders something more than coffee.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” It was the bearded college dude. Jenny didn’t expect his deep voice. Read more »

Cum Shot

Are you online now? He knows I am but yet he likes to ask me every single time. The next question, “What are you wearing?” as I hear his lips soften with wetness to get the question out. “You know what I am wearing baby”, I would say softly.

Some months ago he brought me a black silk skirt with a high slit and lace bra. My nipples pierce the fabric as if they know its time to get sucked. Now he is asking, “where are you?” I am slow to turn on my cam but he knows that I am coming just for him. As I reveal myself he instantly says, “Wow amazing!” as he begins to remove his shirt. “Baby, I want to know how wet you are”,  I always hesitate before I show him, which is part of our little game. Read more »

The Basement Part 2 NSFW (FM)

Still physically shaking from orgasm you just had you attempt to exit the room. Your legs start to fail you, but he appears in time to catch you. He lifts you up and carries you up the basement stairs, up to the second floor, and into your room. Laying you on the bed he kisses your head more. Slowly you slip away and fall asleep. Hours pass, and you wake up looking for him. Your plan was to jump him and take your seconds, but he was gone.

Your hands grip the bed as you scan the room. You recount the rules, and slowly you start to rub your pussy. The feeling of your hand on your pussy is good, but is nothing compared to the toys he had downstairs. So you slowly get up and head for the basement.

You sneak through the dark hallway. Each step is done on your tipy toes. Without a sound you glide down the stairs, and into the basement. You stumble around the bitch black basement until you fall into the light switch Read more »

The Basement part 1 NSFW (FM)

The car door closes as you head up your driveway. The distinctive sound of your heels tapping the wood patio rings through the air. After a long day of work you finally get home inside. Without hesitation you kick off your shoes, but you are slowed by the discovery of a table with a plate covered by a metal lid. Your feet touch the cold tile floor as you make your way to the plate. With glee you lift the lid finding a note. The note you to report to the basement naked.

  Curious and excited you quickly take off your blouse and pants. You all but skip as you head to the entrance. You open the door after you regain your composure. Then you head down the basement stairs. The only thought in your mind being “This has been his secrete project for months. What could it be?” As you reach the bottom of the stairs a light turns on. At the center of the light there is a plate and various objects. Read more »

Revenge is sweet [MF] [huml] [scat] [public] [fart]

GRAPHIC SCAT WARNING
I examine the back of the packet of Dulcolax, checking the recommended dose. I decide to double it, smirking down at your mug of coffee. I grind up four capsules and stir them into the hot cup, then take a quick sip; I can’t tell the difference, that gourmet shit you drink tastes like dirt anyway.
Putting the steaming cup down in front of you, I kiss your forehead and smile at you; my bitter feelings smothered by the warm promise of revenge. Ever since I found your sex tape with my best friend I’ve been keeping cool, plotting, dreaming up ways to humiliate you. I finally settled on a plan, at once personal and public, embarrassing enough to hit you where it hurts but not enough to completely destroy you.
We’re going to visit your parents in another state, a solid five hour drive away. My car ‘mysteriously’ broke down yesterday morning; a few ideas flew about, but I suggested we get a Greyhound. You grudgingly conceded that it was the cheapest way, so we booked the tickets and organised a cab to take us to the bus station.
“Drink up sweetie, we gotta go!” I say, as the cab sounds its horn outside. You greedily chug down the rest of the brew, and pull your shoes on by the front door. I admire your slender figure, the gentle curves of your long legs. Your blonde hair is pulled up in a sensible bob, and pale blue jeans hug your cute ass. You turn around to chivvy me along, and I catch an eyeful down your low-cut top; your pale C-cup breasts hang weightily in your bra as you bend down to tie your laces. I shoot a smile at you, and you smile back from behind your designer glasses; you haven’t a clue.
The cab ride is uneventful, as are the queues in the bus station. We shuffle along the aisle of the bus to our seats near the back and shove our luggage into the overhead racking, I graciously let you take the window seat, then flop down into the aisle seat, closing the trap.
The first few miles pass quietly; I stare out of the window with a faint smile on my face, occasionally glancing at you as you try to get some sleep. I’ve really stepped up my home cooking in the past few days, and you’ve got a bit of a food baby; a cute little belly stuffed full of spaghetti, burritos, steak and curry. As I’m looking I hear the first gurgle, an unhappy little squeal. It’s soon followed by another, deeper grumble; I glance up at your face and see you’re still sound asleep. This goes on for a few minutes until a particularly deep groan makes you blearily open your eyes and run a hand over your belly.
“You OK?” I ask innocently.
“…yeah…” you murmur uncertainly, shifting uncomfortably as another groan racks your insides.
I hide a smirk, then you start to get up.
“I gotta go to the ba-” I stop your words with a kiss, and gently push you back into your seat. Reaching over you, I fasten your lap belt and pull it tight over your churning guts. You grunt and whimper with confusion.
“I know about you and Dave…” I whisper into your ear, compressing your stomach with my hand. You shake your head and tears come to your eyes, and I fix you with a grin. You start to say something but get distracted by another gout of gas trying to escape from your tortured insides. You clamp your pink asshole as tight as you can, desperately trying to contain the onslaught. You succeed for the moment, and collapse back into your seat with your eyes closed, gently running your hands over your bloated belly.
Another wave comes, and this time there’s no stopping it; foul gas forces through your quivering sphincter in a long, loud fart. You groan in almost orgasmic relief, drawing disgusted looks from the passengers around us. We stew in your vile gas cloud, and you shoot me an evil look.
“Fuck you…” you mutter as your eyes drill into mine. I just smile and prop my knee on the seat in front, emphasising your captivity.
I watch you buck and squirm as you frantically fight back wave after wave of shit-smelling gas. Your perfectly shaved asshole gyrates and clenches, and your kegel muscles are working overtime. You’re flushed pink now, and a film of sweat covers your face from the effort of trying to hold back the contents of your spasming guts.
Your eyes screw up and your mouth opens in a noiseless groan, your body tensing and rising upward out of your seat. Your desperate sphincter is fully clenched, quivering with effort and soaked with sweat. Your hips buck as you squeeze your ass-cheeks together and I know you can’t hold out much longer. Finally, you whimper as your exhausted anus starts to loosen against your will, quivering then slowly going slack, unleashing the stinking gas inside you. A long, squealing fart escapes you, becoming sloppier and sloppier as you relax your tender sphincter and give in to the satisfaction.
“Oh fuuuu-” your sigh of relief is cut off as the fart comes to a sudden end, a thick turd plugging the end of your shit pipe. You reach over and clamp my arm with your hand.
“Please, I’ll do anything, don’t make me shit myself…” you whisper desperately. I glance over at your sweaty body, then turn back to the front with a smirk.
You groan and brace yourself, your knuckles turning white on the armrests. Your smooth butt-crack is full of sweat and ass-juice, and your pale cheeks rub past each other without friction as your shuffle and twitch in your seat. You feel the pressure start to build in your guts again, and brace your exhausted hole against it. The pressure comes in waves, and you feel the fat turd pushing insistently at the inside of your anus, getting a little further each time.
“Nonononono!” you squeal as you make your last stand, your whole body tense and twitching, fighting back the inevitable. The shit starts to crown, spreading your lubricated asshole wide open with ease. You shudder with relief and embarrassment as your guts pump a long, thick log out into your once-white panties. The sensation makes your bladder relax, and a hot wave of piss starts to fill your seat.
“Ooooh fuuuck yeeaaaaah…” you moan as you empty yourself into your jeans, wallowing in your own warm filth. Passengers start to retch and move away, and you look up at me, defeated.
I snap a photo and send it through to Dave, then hop off at the next stop.

Looking for a bit of inspiration

I just started this new account today to be my ‘get inspiration’ account. I am just looking to share some fantasies or stories and get some ideas for a story or two. I will post links of completed stories in the comments, and reference the users who helped. That said if you want to help, but do not want recognition just let me know in your message. You will remain wonderfully anonymous. I am new to this so my stories may not be gold from the start, but I do have a proclivity to telling stories. Send a pm if you are interested or even if you just have questions. I should also mention that I will be posting my stories for free. I will not be making a profit from this at all; it is strictly a hobby. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day/night.