You wake up, momentarily disoriented, briefly unsure it is in fact Saturday and there’s no need to rush to get ready for work. You review the day’s tasks in your mind; some laundry, stop by Home Depot, fix the bathroom faucet, clean out the gutters. And then play with the kids and all that small children entail. Maybe grab a beer with a buddy tonight, catch the game. If the wife doesn’t object too much. A full day, lots to do. Time to get going. A quick shower and dressed. Now for coffee.
Category: eroticliterature
Home Renovation [MF]
I come around the corner on my way to the kitchen and there you are in the dining room, sweaty and dusty and looking oh so competent. Carpenter’s pencil behind your ear, hands on your hips, you’re just standing there, your back to me, seemingly lost in thought. I’m sure your puzzling out your next move. You’re so careful, so invested in every project you undertake. I love this. I know you don’t hear me behind you. I tiptoe carefully until I’m standing directly behind you. I circle your waist with my arms and plant a gentle kiss on your neck as I hug you close. We stand that way for a few minutes, my front to your back. You feel so good, so solid. My hands begin to roam of their own accord. You stand there patiently, gently sinking back into me, letting me have my way.
My hands travel across your chest, rubbing and squeezing gently. They move lower, and I start to tug your shirt out of your jeans so I can find your skin. But then, I reconsider. I move away slightly, and gently nudge you so that you catch my drift and turn to face me. You cock your head to the side, your eyes crinkled up from the slight smile that graces your lips. You start to say something, but I stop you, gently placing one finger on your lips and the other on mine.
The Better Man [MF]
Lola closed the door behind her and kicked her shoes off in the hallway. Dropping her keys and bag on the hall table, she made her way to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard next to the refrigerator, she extracts a single crystal white wine glass and places it on the counter. The slight suction of the refrigerator door makes a soft satisfying pop and she reaches in to withdraw the half-full bottle of her favorite Chardonnay. She carefully fills the glass to just slightly more than half and replaces the bottle in the fridge. She doesn’t like to get carried away, but looks forward to this for most of the late afternoon at work.
Picking up the glass and heading towards the living room, Lola sinks into the welcoming cushions of her husband’s chair. Whenever he’s away, she likes to curl up here in the evening, enjoying her wine and decompressing from her day. She takes a swallow of the wine; it is cool and crisp and sharp in her mouth and flows easily and pleasantly down her throat. Ah, she thinks. So good.
Gracefully [MF]
Laying in bed, all I want to do is cum all over this space but nothing is happening. I only arise from my bed because my mother is calling for me downstairs. Pancakes, the same thing everyday and its like she doesn’t know how to fix anything else. I am quick to dismiss them as I come down the stairs in my black leather jacket and ripped jeans. My dad hates my cold black hair, lip piercing, but its my fucking body so I mentally throw his comments in the trash. He says, “Michael be better than me.” However better than him would be anything because he is not shit to me. Now that I am in college he worries me daily about the costs. Money is the last thing on my mind, but thats all my father can scream about as I head out the door to school. I would drive to school but I like to walk through the neighborhood noticing all the doors lock because people fear the unknown. Not a criminal but people look at me as if my piercing blue eyes would find out who they truly are. There are no secrets to me yet I am the biggest secret here in town because I have chosen to talk to no one. Then Vicky walks out the door with tall skull covered socks and a short skirt hoping that I would put an answer to her question for the thousandth time.”Hi Michael, can I walk with you to school?” I only flash a smile then I go in another direction totally avoiding her at all costs. Not interested, in someone hanging on to me to meet her relationship goals on Instagram. Upon arriving at school I realize that my robotics class in in the science lab. I could really give a fuck about robots but apparently Professor Tarvel assumes I am talented and wont let me drop it. There is only three more weeks and then my college days are behind me. Class almost comes to a close when Tarvel decides to gives us one last project. He wants us to design a robot hand with another person. The only thing I hate worse then waking up to come to school is working with another person on anything. Sitting in the back of the class I gaze over the sloppy head teens with bad acne to figure out who I would be paired up with on this project. “Michael your partner is Grace,” a quick glance pulled her away from my stare. Before I could go over there to speak she left the room not even looking back. I stood there for a moment as if the curve she just threw wasn’t obvious. Since my focus went back to this project, I decided to head out the door. -continue [Gracefully ](http://lfconfessions.com/2017/10/24/gracefully/)
Warehouse Run (a story about kidnapping & sack encasement bondage)
That was it. With a dead end looming ahead, she had nowhere else to run. She was trapped.
“Looks like your time’s up, missy,” Roy smirked as he grabbed Sydney firmly by the arm and spun her around to face him.
She tried to resist him, but she was no match for Roy’s strength — not that it mattered. Willis was close behind his comrade.
“Yeah, you’re cornered,” Willis chuckled, grabbing Sydney’s other arm, finalizing her detainment. “You’re not getting away again.”
“Let go of me!” Sydney screamed, but it was futile. The boys wouldn’t listen, and the nearest pedestrian was miles away. All there was left to do was wait for what came next, and he came just as expected.
Out of the night rolled a black sedan, windows tinted the same color as its menacing paint scheme. Unfortunately, Sydney knew the person inside was even more sinister than the sedan’s presentation.
“Now, now, darling, don’t struggle. You’ll only make it harder on yourself,” Bauer’s gruff voice pierced the night air as he climbed out of the car.
(MF, risky) The Sitter
I am sat watching films in the house of a friendly local couple. Their kids are sleeping upstairs, and they’re both out at different work events. They said one of them would be home by midnight, it is ten past now.
I hear the front door opening, so I turn off the TV and start getting my stuff together. I head to the front door and find Lucy taking her coat off and hanging it up.
She’s dressed to impress, she looks amazing, I normally only see her in a relaxed setting. She’s wearing a black dress that clings to her figure, high heels, and her hair is down showing off the gentle curls that naturally run through it.
“Hi, sorry I’m a little late!” she says. Her voice a little huskier than usual after a night out, making her already sexy southern US accent even more so.
“No problem”, I say flashing a massive smile, “just gave that extra time I needed to finish my film.”
“I’m in no great hurray, I’ve got the day off tomorrow,” I add.
She kicks off her heels and walks in to the kitchen.
“Would you like a nightcap then? I’m not ready for bed yet.”
“Yeah, why not?”
Karma’s A Bitch [F/F] [Sex Toys]
She slowly ate me out as my ass leaned up against the edge of the old oak dresser. I didn’t care how my feet were aching from hours of standing in my black velvet stiletto thigh high boots, or how my skin was literally on fire and I just wanted to rip off all of my clothes. All I cared about was how incredibly soft her short, baby pink hair felt between my fingers. How her lips wrapped around my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves as a finger fucked my dripping cunt. How my still hazy and very aroused mind drifted off to memories of the past several hours; my head hitting the oval mirror attached to the dresser.
“I bet that night clerk will have a nice little story to tell,” I said, moaning when she hummed in agreement.
“Too bad he was working.” She slid in another finger and slightly curled them, teasing me by almost hitting my g-spot and causing me to grip onto the edge of the dresser. “He was cute, in a geeky kind of way. Could’ve made for a nice third.”
I swayed my head. “Nah, I want you to myself.”
The Real McCoy
Hello, I’ve been writing a story called The Real McCoy that follows Vince McCoy, a hobbyist AIF (Adult Interactive Fiction, basically a Choose Your Own Adventure with sexy stuff in) writer. In an effort to help revive his faltering community of writers he takes to including pictures of his real life girlfriend, Alice Walker, in his games and finds himself perhaps a little too successful. As the readers demand more and more from him and his girlfriend he finds his relationship taking an awkward turn …
This is a community driven story, which means that the readers do have some control over where it goes. After each part of the story is released, I also provide a survey that represents a blog post by Vince and Alice. Readers can answer the survey and send them messages to try to influence the main characters.
I’ve also started up a side story following Alice’s adventures away from camera. Or at least, Alice’s adventures away from Vince’s camera. This also links up to the main story to some extent or another and is primarily there for those who favor the cheating/swapping elements.
Not a Sound (Cheating, Risky Sex, Ageplay)
I hear the rustling of footsteps on the long grass outside my tent and lift my head up from my inflatable pillow and peak my ears towards the noise.
It’s the third day of a college trip to the woods outside the city, where me and a few other teachers are guiding some of the better students through some wilderness task as part of some award thing I’m not remotely interested in. It’s too close to the city to be a true challenge, but it’s a nice change of pace from the usual grind of life. And as much as I love my wife and children, getting to sleep alone and even getting to sleep in for once is appreciated.
The noise outside of the tent stops and then I hear a timid voice speak up.
“Knock-knock?”
Emma. Of all the people that were taking part in the field trip, she was perhaps the most timid. She was bookish, with long dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. She was cute in her own way, and he’d not been the only one to notice her impressive rack. It was very well hidden though – she never wore anything provocative.
The Pet 2 [Fantasy][Petplay][Monster Girls][Futa][Anal][Blowjob][Swallowing][Femdom][Msub][Mythical Creatures]
I heard the clang of my cage opening, waking me from a restless sleep. My eyes strained against the light as I looked up to see my Elvish Mistress standing over me. The cage door swung open and I struggled to my knees. I waited for my Mistress’s command and with a wave of her hand I ventured out of my metal prison. I crawled on my hands and knees, naked but for my collar, and stared up lovingly at the Elven Goddess hovering over me.
Her piercing eyes burned with an orange-red flame as she peered down at me. Her fierce stare kept me in my place though her gentle face was loving and sweet. Her shoulders were drowned with flowing waves of silky white hair. Her milky skin was flawless and in deep contrast with the blood red lips that grinned at me. Her black robes hung like moss cascading down the slim trunk of a forest tree. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that my Goddess was not alone. Three figures stood behind her in the shadows. Two hulking, gnarled figures hid in the darkness and a small, petite being leaned casually against the wall.