Category: eroticliterature

Vacation

Marshall had just gotten home from his final business trip of the month, his boss was ecstatic with the job he had done and gave him the calender month for vacation time. The house was clean and everything was well organized, he had called Sarah on his way home from the airport, the live in maid he hired a couple weeks back when he started traveling more. His daughter, Amber, had gone off to college last summer and she called him and asked if he could give her best friend some work as she did her college classes online, giving it thought he knew he wouldn’t be around to keep everything clean and take care of his two cats.

Taking his shoes off at the door he loosened his tie, walked into the kitchen to see Sarah in a crop top and pajama shorts, her ginger hair up in a bun and her glasses were sitting on the counter next to her. She has an apron she brought with her on with ‘kiss the cook’ written on it in a fancy font. Sarah looked up and smiled, putting on her glasses to see him better. Marshall sat down at the breakfast bar, drinking from the glass of dark liquid in front of him, an ice cubes swirling around it. The taste of whiskey filled his mouth. Read more »

The Submissive Professor (9)

received a text message from my Femdom Mistress Michelle around 10 am. My class begins at 1 pm. The message said, “11 am be in front of my apartment door. Knock and walk in and remove all your clothing except for your g-string and stockings I gave you to wear. Wait for me on your knees, hands on your head, looking down. I had little time to prepare. At 12 pm I was at her door.

I knocked and entered. I undressed and waited for Mistress in the position she had ordered me to be in, on my knees, thighs spread apart, hands on my head, looking down. I anxiously waited a few minutes. What was she going to do to me? Was she going to free me from my cock cage? Her sublime feet in heels soon entered my field of vision. My Femdom Mistress walked behind me and placed a collar with a leash on my neck. She yanked on the collar to make me go on all fours.
Follow me dog!” She guided me without any hesitation to the living room. I kept looking down and I discovered other feet, also in heels. But it was not Jessica’s. I was paralyzed with fear immediately. Did we forget your manners, whore? Do you know how a dog should greet a femdom mistress???”, Michelle said.” “.. I. … You what, my pet?” I was paralyzed when I recognized Chloe, one of my students. She was gorgeous, slender, and rather modest. I blushed immediately and I awkwardly advanced towards her feet to honor her. Read more »

A Story From Work, Part 2 [M/F] [D/S]

Link to Part One: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/)

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Nothing happened for almost two weeks. Nothing really changed. Not at work, anyway, where Kristen treated me exactly the way she always had—friendly, flirty sometimes, but with not so much as even a knowing wink about what had happened between us.

Things did change a little bit for me personally, though, if I’m being honest.

Some brief history on me. While I don’t consider myself someone with a huge amount of experience, I’m not exactly helpless with women either. I lost my virginity at a pretty normal age. After that, in college, I had a (small) handful of hookups. One or two of which involved some dates and some romantic feelings. The other one or two being things that just happened at parties. Either way, I’d never been in a serious relationship.

And, more to the point, I’d never experienced anything even close to the intensity of what happened with Kristen in the break room. Compared to anything I’d experienced with women before, what happened with Kristen was like touching a live electrical wire. Read more »

Apocalypse High

So this is another of my community driven stories, currently stalled out until I either find my free time or finish writing The Real McCoy. Still, I figured I’d offer it here in case anyone is interested.

**The Plot**: This one follows Ben Stoltz, a reasonably normal kid trying to survive his delinquent filled high school as it suddenly becomes a demon/delinquent filled high school. Ben will have to figure out how to deal with this turn of events, as well and figure out some feelings for an old childhood friend and a sexy new teacher … and possibly save the world. No pressure!

**What you should expect**:

1. **Over the top**: It’s loosely anime-based so expect things to be a little over the top, with characters that are perhaps unrealistically badass or … proportioned.
2. **Bad things happen … super sorry!:** It also heavily features people who aren’t exactly good guys, even before demonic beings show up to tempt them.
3. **Monsters/Demons**: Not in the story yet, but expect the possibility of sexy demons doing sexy things.
4. **Learning of a different sort(Age Play)**: The current story includes teacher/student scenes.
5. **Sharing is caring (NTR, swapping, cheating)**: Some main character crushes getting some action with people who aren’t the main character.
6. **Moderate to fast pacing (by my standards)**: The pacing won’t but super fast, but expect a little more sex a little faster than Real McCoy.
7. **Bundles of Joy (Risky Sex):** As with Real McCoy (and my other works) it is possible for the female characters to get pregnant. I usually do this as a random chance, though player votes may tweak the odds. Read more »

A Story From Work [M/F]

“I’ve been ordered to show you something,” she said.

I had no idea what that meant, and to be honest I wasn’t completely paying attention anyway. I was sweeping up, and clearing my last couple of tables after a long shift. I was tired. But I was happy with the money I’d made that night, and I had some plans for after work, so all in all I was in a pretty good mood.

And actually, I was pretty much always in a good mood when I worked with Kristen. She was my work crush, for sure. First of all, she was beautiful. I’d noticed her the very first second I walked in on my first day. She had just that kind of striking beauty. And, even better, she was super friendly. It turned out she went to the same school as me. She would be finishing up a Master’s in psych next next year, whereas I had just finished up my business degree, and was figuring out my next move. She loved to talk. She was always asking me questions, about school, about my life, just to pass the time I guess, when we were slow. Read more »

My filthiest fantasy

This one gets my clit throbbing.

I am in a room bent over some sort of support with my hands tied behind my back. There are 6 men in front of me and 6 men behind me. They are all jerking off.

The first guy behind me comes up to me. He spits on his cock and slides it in my cunt quickly. He and I gasp loudly at the same time.

Soon after, the first guy in front of me comes up to me, grabs my hair, shoves his cock down my throat and starts facefucking me.

It doesn’t take me long to cum (twice) because of the anticipation. It doesn’t take the guys long either. The guy in front of me shoots his cum down my throat and leaves. The guy behind me spurts his semen all inside me as he lets out a loud groan and leaves, leaving me nice and lubed up for the next one.

Round 2. Read more »

Coming Home to You [MF]

I pull into the garage and see that your car is already there. When we spoke earlier this afternoon, you said you’d had a stressful day and might head home early because you could feel a headache building. I enter the kitchen from the utility room and see you standing in front of the sink, still in your dress clothes, rinsing dishes and loading the dishwasher. You’ve poured me a glass of wine and I see it sitting there on the counter behind you, cool and crisp white wine, beads of condensation formed on the glass. It’s been such a long day and the scene is just…so calming and relaxing to me. I take a drink of the wine, it’s chilled deliciousness slipping down my throat. I feel better already. You hear me come in and turn your head, calling a greeting over your shoulder, but you keep doing what you’re doing. Read more »

First Time [MF]

“I am…so nervous,” I think, as I look in the mirror for the fiftieth time, brushing away an imaginary fleck of mascara. My reflection stares back at me, my eyes wide and questioning. I wonder if we’re doing the right thing. I wonder if the online chemistry will translate to an in real life encounter. I wonder if I’ll throw up or be tongue-tied or spill something while we’re in the hotel bar. I shake my head. It’s too late for these idiotic self-doubts. I’m here, in the hotel, and he’s on his way. Ohmigod, he’s on his way. I begin a pep talk in my head. We’ve been texting and talking for several months. We’ve covered so much, from day-to-day minutiae to marital problems, our desires, our fantasies, our insecurities about ourselves and each other. This should be as simple as meeting an old friend, one who knows us well. But. It’s not. It’s scary. I grab my clutch and my room key and head out the door without checking my reflection again. There’s nothing I can do about it now. Read more »

[MF] Just Keep Digging Around, Dear; You’ll Definitely Find What Your Tail Is Searching For…

“Maurice,” I’ve asked myself, “how do you fuse that hopeless romantic side of yourself with the promiscuous one and still be a just entity?”

I’m thinking…

And thinking…

I’m still trying to come up with something…

The truth is: “I don’t know.”

I don’t know how to be romantically involved without giving in to my desire of compounding my sexual exploits. Half of the time I want to be a loyal man and lover; the other piece of my existence longs to ransack a smorgasbord of derriere like these–

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to feast on them until I’m one gluttonous something. How can I exist in this world under such disarray? 

Out In The Pacific:

Did I also mention that I’m a kamikaze pilot diving head first into your buoyant battleship, you now uninhibited piece of milk chocolate? I will be stuck in your hull until you fill up with the ocean and drown in your entire sea. What’s left is some water-damaged wreckage, my tainted soul. I warned you not to talk shit, didn’t I? Just like President Franklin Roosevelt antagonized the Japanese government, you’ve fucked with me verbally in a disrespectful manner. What did both of you expect? You’re going to get invaded!  Read more »

Roadside Assistance [MF]

Heading home after another routine day at work, and it’s nearly dusk. Traffic’s a bitch, but you’re basically on autopilot, just trying to get where you’re going. Thinking about nothing, absently listening to some pop song playing on the radio. Wondering what’s for dinner, what mood she’ll be in when you get home, trying to recall the last time you got laid and really enjoyed it. Without even realizing it, you’ve exited the highway, getting closer now, enjoying the contrast between interstate and countryside. It’s a pretty evening and you decide to take the long way, enjoying the feel of your truck, the window open, the balmy temperature encouraging you to waste some time.

Ahead on the side of the road, a car with its flashers on and hood open. You can’t see the driver, but you shake your head in sympathy as smoke rises from the engine. You pull alongside and make eye contact with her…and decide to pull over to offer some assistance. She’s clearly both upset and perplexed; you correctly guess that auto repair is not her strong suit. Read more »