Dirt [MF] [Rape] [Handcuffed] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Slave] [Blowjob] [Kissing] [Dry Humping]

I wrote this when I was having writer’s block over my current erotica series. Thought I would share. I do want to write more than dark erotica, but I guess it’s not out of my system yet.

Bad things happen to good people. Life isn’t fair. Many of us can get up again after we’ve been pushed down. We can clean ourselves off and traverse the bumps in the road ahead.

However, sometimes, bad things happen to good people and they can never recover. They’re pushed down for good and they remain in the dirt. These good people become perpetually filthy.

Sometimes good girls are destined to become dirty girls. Even if they don’t want to be.

 

I was pushed down when I was driving from college to see my parents. It was a two-hour drive but I was in no rush. I’ve always been a good driver, obeying the speed limits. I’ve never had a ticket in my life.

I had a healthy relationship with my boyfriend. I flourished in my classes. I had a nice group of friends.

I was a good girl. A clean girl.

 

Stripper for daddy [incest][m/f][throat fucking][anal]

Riley Parker turned her hips away from the mirror, admiring her ass. She clenched her tight, pear shaped cheeks, leaning forward as she fluffed gently at the folds of her microskirt, making sure everything she wanted to be seen was in full view. She loved her ass, and her deep Venusian dimples. And she wasn’t the only one. She always welled with a cocky pride in the face of the envy of her peers, and would snap her thong, when she was getting dressed, for their benefit. It was a bit out of character for her, but she found herself allowing the indulgence of vanity quite a bit more often ever since she got the job. It was something she’d made a mental of to keep in check, and she made sure to leave it all at the club, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable as hell.

It was a Friday. The club would be packed, so she was wearing her tried and true schoolgirl outfit tonight. She’d only been here a few weeks, but she was thrilled with herself for getting one man to cum in his pants, dancing in this outfit. She loved it so much, she’d been trying for it every time, since. Teasing them, giving them a taste of what they wanted, before pulling away when she felt like taking it from them. She earned every $20, and already had a handful of loyal customers.

Virgin Husband – Get That Damned Dress Off

“Thank you, sir, enjoy your evening!”

“Thanks. Hey, erm… Do you have any… Err… Tips?”

“… Excuse me?”

I slam the door in his face, sweating despite the cool air-conditioning. Heart pounding in my chest, I look down at my shaking hands in disbelief, the golden band around my ring finger glistening in the bright room lights.

Right. I’m married now. I turn around to face my now literally blushing bride, standing nervously by the king-sized bed in her gorgeous gown. Her hands clasped and fidgeting, her eyes staring intently at the floor, as if hoping she could will herself into a less awkward room below. This was it… Right? The magical moment, the wonder of wonders, the thing that God tells you to save specifically for marriage because it’s so wonderful: Sex.

But what God didn’t tell us is how freaking awkward it would be if this were your first time!

For years we had religiously maintained that we would have no sexual activities in this relationship, having both come from religious households where even holding hands in public was frowned upon. In private, in secret, we would sometimes hug, even make-out, but every time things got too intense we would stop it. Similar to an extended “no fap” challenge (look it up), we channeled our energies into other productive things instead, developing our careers and becoming living legends within our own communities.

Watching My Daughter, Part 2 [Mf, voyeurism]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9grj9f/watching_my_daughter_mf_masturbation/)

Watching My Daughter, Part 2

**This story is a work of fiction**

I wish I could say that I quit spying after that first time, so embarrassed at masturbating to my own daughter’s body that I was guilted into stopping. But I wish even more than she had put on that good a show every night. I was clearly not going to stop watching. Instead, I bought an external hard drive to hold all the files I began archiving. Lucy only masturbated a couple of times a week, but I made sure I had each one of them for watching later. I taped all of her after-shower changing just for good measure. I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never touch her myself. Nor would I ever let on to what I had seen and knew, since I had no wish to make her feel ashamed in any way. But I wasn’t about to give up what I could see. As long as I could live with myself, no one was getting hurt. And I could more than live with myself.

My Maid and I – A Forbidden Glimpse

As a bachelor renting my own apartment space, I don’t always have time for menial chores around the house. Fortunately, I had the foresight to hire a maid, and this is the story of how our professional relationship… Deepened.

Julia was a young-ish maid from the Philippines, polite and quiet, a hard worker who rarely slipped up. Her eyes would light up whenever she smiled, which was frequently, and her demure nature would drop for a moment as she talked about whatever piqued her interest at that time. Her curly black hair fell to her shoulders, and her dark petite frame was often masked by the comfortably loose shirt and shorts that she would often wear. The shorts were eventually ditched for leggings, however, and she started wearing them all the time, which revealed a well-toned ass whenever she walked around the house.

New writer + New story – Herbal Blend (Part 1) [F/F]

Hey everyone, long time lurker, first time poster. Before anything else, here is a copy paste of my about page from my new blog dedicated to lesbian breast expansion focused erotic literature:

I’m a 24 year old lesbian woman and I’ve had a breast expansion kink since early adolescence. Over the years I’ve enjoyed content ranging from hentai to erotic audio and literature.

In that time I’ve noticed some trends that culminated in frustration for me:

a. Almost all breast expansion fetish content is catered towards heterosexual men.

b. Even the (rare) content written by women for women is primarily for heterosexuals.

c. Most of the free erotic literature is rather shabby, featuring poor spelling and grammar.

After many years of fruitless searching and disappointment, I have decided to carve out my own space within this kink community and serve my own narrow niche. I recognize that most of the audience for this kink is composed of cisgender heterosexual men, but gosh dang it- there have to be a few more lesbians out there lurking quietly so as to not be bombarded with harassment and creepy DMs. Besides, everyone can enjoy lesbians, right?

Sexy Dominant Woman Seduces Me At The Gym (2)

Wow!! Seduced, dominated and under complete control by this sexy dominant female and now walking into the [adult sex toy store](http://shop.femdoming.com/) holding hands with this beautiful goddess. Somebody pinch me because I must be dreaming. We were met by Lisa. “Well I have not seen this slut before,” Lisa said. “[Yes I just obtained him this morning](http://femdoming.com/sexy-dominant-woman-seduces-me/),” my sexy dominant female said as she slid her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock.

“I want him fitted for a [collar](http://shop.femdoming.com/sexy_clothes/leather_collar_and_leash_set.html), chastity cage and a [cock ring](http://shop.femdoming.com/male_clothes/3_snap_rubber_cock_ring.html).” My cock was rock hard. Lisa could not take her eyes off my cock as she led us to the collar section. “Ummm collaring him so soon he must be good,” Lisa said. Again she slid her hand down my pants squeezing my erect cock and said “He is always hard and horny and loves to eat my pussy and rim my ass,” my sexy dominant female said while she selected a leather training collar. Lisa seemed pleased with the training collar my sexy dominant female selected.

Part 2 of 40k Themed story series (sexua references but not graphic)

The following is part 2 of an adult themed story series set within the Warhammer 40k Universe by games workshop, being familiar with the setting might help with understanding what going on but is not necessary.

I’ll be posting the adult stuff at [www.amaazingpages.wordpress.com](https://www.amaazingpages.wordpress.com) along with this chapter.

so, enjoy..and please give feedback as I rarely hear from anyone.

Chapter 2 The Echo.

“Lock the foyers entrace doors, I am not to be disturbed for the next few hours.”

“Understood Baron.”

Seruzon Valiene, Baron and leader of his house and ‘resort’, clicked off the intercom and slipped the last of his vintage Malterwine. He paused for a moment, gazing at the dull reflection through the archaic computator device that had been passed through his family since before they arrived in Gamenor. His mind wandered as he noted his handsome features, further honed by wealth and a life of privilege. His mind wondered back to his earlier days.

Sunday With Dad

It was a Sunday afternoon . I was sitting on the floor in front of my dad, who I loved very much, watching TV. I felt this tingling in my puffy breasts and wanted them touched. We were watching a silly program on TV and I made my excuse and went to the bathroom where I lifted my bra and looked at my breasts. The sensation I got when I touched my breasts was amazing.

I had heard my mom and dad making out earlier that day, and wanted to know what it would feel like to have my breasts caressed by him. Mom had gone to her sisters and would be away for the afternoon, I took my bra off and went back downstairs with just a T shirt on, and took up my position in front of my dad.

I told him my neck was hurting and asked him to rub it so the pain would go. He rubbed the top of my neck and I wanted more. I said my back needed massaging and asked if he would rub my back. I lifted up my T shirt so he could not see my breasts and he began to rub my back, I think he could tell I was feeling better, because I was groaning, he asked if I was ok and I could only utter yes.