Category: eroticliterature

The Ad. Part two

The Ad

Part Two

As I stood there, trembling in his arms, Liz walks back outside, bowls of something in her hands. Without even skipping a beat, and that carnivorous smile beaming at my predicament, she asked, “Did she try to run, my dear?”

“She was trying to hide her wetness, such behavior will not do!” And his hand smacks down on my rump.

“Ow! Wait a sec–”. Another smack on my rump!

“You son of a bit–” I start as his hand raises again in threat of slapping my face.

“No cursing. It’s unbecoming of a lady,” Liz says, matter of fact, “or a pet”.

“Fuck you, motherfu—” I manage to get out before my face is on fire, stinging nettles on my cheek, my watering eyes beginning to shoot daggers at this woman who slapped me. And then she startles me by walking up and kissing me square on the lips, a delicate, dancing, exploring kiss while I tried to resist and glared at her. She kept going, tasting every part of my lips with hers, coaxing me, trying to calm me. Read more »

The Waitress and the Cop, Part 4 [Mf]

She laid on her back, catching her breath from the tremendous orgasm she just shared with him. He was asking her, more or less, if they were exclusive. As a man who just turned fifty (she overheard another waitress say it was Jim’s birthday yesterday when he drove past the diner), she assumed he was married and though she hated to think of herself as an adulterer, she just longed for James so deeply and so erotically (and now emotionally, too) that she put his real life in the back of her mind and tried not to visit the idea. Before tonight she didn’t know if James was just a romancer in the sack or if he actually started to form a real bond to her. They had, over the weeks, talked a bit here and there about books and movies, favorite local places and foods they like. It was nothing earth shattering to know about someone, but it was something and it was nice just talking with one another. They both had an undeniable crush on the other, clearly physically but also emotionally.

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Translated Skills (MF)(FF)(Massage)

I love giving sensual massages. The things is, I generally only have one person I’m giving massages to at a time. I sometimes place ads looking for a woman who would enjoy a good, quality sensual massage. Sometimes there is only one massage that occurs. More often, however, there will be several over a period of time.

I always take it as a compliment when a lady would like to return for more. It’s also good for her because each subsequent massage will be better than the previous, to a point. No two bodies are alike and no two respond the same. Therefore, the more I learn about a specific woman, the more likely I am to find all the right areas to achieve maximum pleasure.

When I am in the middle of a series, I don’t look for new partners. I enjoy the exploration of the current lady. Sometimes someone I haven’t seen in a while will ask and I usually say yes, so that is an exception to the norm. This process has led to some unique friendships. I’m not seeking any romantic entanglements but there is something about touching another person’s body for a couple of hours that bonds you. Read more »

Who Is, He? (MFM) (XXX) (Adult Content) ( NSFW)

I had wondered off on my own. At some stage I came face to face with that sexy man with the smile. Fuck! Seriously attracted, and I don’t know why. I just felt this really intense connection to this total stranger. I saw gold threads between us. I cannot tell you why, or even how, but the next thing I knew. I planted a kiss right on his mouth, which quickly involved tongue, and holy fuck! I pulled away, smiled, never said a word, and just walked off.

[Who Is, He?](https://ellys40s.wordpress.com/2018/10/10/who-is-he)

Who Is, He? , is the next installment of the [“Unexpected”](https://ellys40s.wordpress.com/2018/07/31/unexpected)Part 1 & 2

The Femdom Village (4)

Vicky and her subby hubby Adrian had just arrived at the new visitor kiosk at the femdom village. Adrian was ordered to do a physical upon arrival where they would take his fingerprints and photograph his face and naked body. The secretary who took Adrian’s stats was surprised to see he was wearing a cock cage. “That’s the first time that a subby hubby arrives with a chastity belt on. We usually provide outside visitors with one,” she said to Vicky. “He has been in chastity for three weeks, we wanted to spend the weekend in town to continue his training as a subby hubby.” The secretary finished taking the couple’s data and placed the distinctive green collar on Adrian’s neck. “I have a suggestion,” the secretary said kindly to the submissive. Read more »

The Professor, Part 5 [fM]

It had been a few days since she had seen the Professor at the restaurant. She couldn’t stop thinking of them going down on each other in the bathroom that night, and the excitement she felt knowing that she could get caught by her boyfriend. She didn’t want to hurt him and she didn’t want to get caught but the idea of being a dirty slut in a public place really got her going. The car, the podium, the bathroom at the restaurant.. she loved it. But the times that she had sex with the Professor at her apartment were equally exciting and she found herself wondering if she could easily quit him when it came time for her to move home for the summer.

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After he had discovered she had a boyfriend, the Professor became somewhat aloof through text message. After three days of little contact she was beginning to panic. Her heart raced and dropped at his one word responses. She thought of his soft mouth pushed between her legs and she couldn’t imagine stopping things with him just yet. Finally she called him, which she had rarely done in the past, if ever. It was always text or snap, occasionally a FaceTime, but just talking on the phone? That’s not really what they were about. But she suddenly began feeling very different. She needed to see him and fuck him and taste him and hold him, and she told herself as soon as she did that then she would reconcile her feelings for him. Her previously buried but always there feelings. Read more »

A BDSM Lover’s Vacation NSFW [FM]

The clatter of your keys fill the air of your beach front house as you return home from a relaxing night at the beach. Red rose petals contrast and compliment the brown wood floor. You kick off your shoes and follow the trail. You feel your feet touch the abundance of flowers on the ground. You move deeper into the beach house as you are slowly swallowed by the darkness of the giant house.

   You find solace in candles that are sporadically lit along the trail. Each candle wafting smells of strawberry, kiwi, and other sweet things. You stop to take in each scent, and once you’ve fully appreciated that candle you blow it out. You continue down this path blowing out candles, leaving only the dark behind you. Until you finally find the master bedroom. Read more »

Should have Gotten it in Writing! (Noncon)(MMMFF) (lesbian)

**I would just like to take the time to preface this and let you all know that this is a rape FANTASY story. I do not condone actual rape in any way, these are just fantasies I write for myself and clients. That said, I hope you enjoy!**

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It had been a good day, Jennifer had made it to work bright and early coffee in hand and everything was coming together for her. A partnership had become available at her firm, and, if office gossip was to be believed, she was the favorite pick for the new position. All she had to do was bring down Jimmy “The Duke” Pezinski, an Italian Mob boss. The tall blonde had always been popular in school, and working at the law firm was no different, her small waist gave her hips a great curve, and natural blonde hair made her stand out in the crowd. She worked hard to overcome the stereotype that “blonde women” are bimbos, and she had earned her reputation as a great lawyer but taking down the Duke would make her career. She had spent the day gathering up evidence for her case on Monday and decided to head home so she could work in peace. She waved goodbye to her coworkers and headed out the door, eager to get out of the tight fitting pencil skirt she had worn. Read more »

Who the fuck is named Natas? (NSFW/creepy)

Author note: this is my first time writing anything. I was just bored tonight and wanting something spooky to do. So I made a creepy erotica. Well, the first part at least. Sorry if it’s all fucked up, I really don’t know what I’m doing. Let me know if I should continue though.

Chapter I: Who the fuck is named Natas?

There’s no fucking milk in here. One of the rare times I actually let myself run out of milk and of course I get a killer 3-am-milk-craving right now. Actually the clock on the microwave says 3:33 so I guess we can round that up to a killer 4-am-milk-craving. Only I’d be looking for milk at four in the middle of the night, only fucking me.

Anyway, I can’t remember most of last night but I know it involved sweaty Hallow’s Eve costume sex (yup, slutty devil she was – you guessed it) and evidently, me chugging what milk I had left to try to get the ecstasy to wear off faster and rehydrate after the hours of sex. Read more »