Category: eroticliterature

The Waitress and the Cop, part 2 [Mf]

It had been about a month since she had been caught by James in her car in the orchard. And since then, they’d been meeting up at least three times a week. She couldn’t believe that it was happening, finally fucking the older man she had been crushing on forever! That wasn’t something that happened to someone like her- just an average girl. No one had ever pined after her, sent her love notes, asked for her number, or shot her a look across a crowded restaurant. No, she was the girl that helped guys ask other girls to prom. In college, she was the girl with the great notes that everyone borrowed and the girl that guys called for rides when they were drinking. Everyone liked her and yet no one really liked her, not in the way she wanted.

And now, James liked her. James wanted her. He was older, respected, wore a uniform and turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced. Their meet ups consisted of parking in a dark and secluded location, like the orchard or the abandoned hatchery, climbing in the back of his police SUV, and tearing into one another in silence, their writhing, sweating bodies doing the only communicating that was necessary. Read more »

“Random Acts” MF – #NYC

I’m in the city for work. You answered my r/randomactofblowjob post. We e-click (pun intended ;-)). We meet in public at the hotel bar, so that we both feel safe. You’re nervous. So am I. But we’re both relieved that we recogize each other from our pics. Sure, we both worked the angles and lighting a little bit, but it’s no bait and switch… A couple years back, I was once mistaken for Danillo Gallinari – I was sitting down. But I’m *only* 6’ tall. Athletically built. Boyish face. Scruffy beard. Glasses. If anything, I think you look better in real life. Cuter. Intriguing. You wear a playful sundress. Modest, but it highlights your figure. I noticed a tattoo peeking out from the hem. I ask if I can see it. Without a beat, you say, “maybe, if you play your cards right.” You blush at you own forwardness. I smile. You compliment me on my dimple. It’s now my turn to blush. We get a drink, exchange some banter. You make me laugh. You bite your lower lip. That’s all I need. I discreetly place a hand on your thigh. You take it and move it up higher. Without a word, I take your hand and lead you to the elevator. Door closes, DING. We’re at each other. Kissing passionately, hands wandering. DING. Someone else gets in. We jump apart. Double blush time. Elevator goes up. Stranger gets off. We laugh and ease into another, gentler kiss. DING. I lead you to the door, fumble for the card key, and drop it. You bend over, a bit tauntingly, and pick it up. I sneak a peak. You open the door. Now you take me by the hand and lead me to the bed. You simply tell me, “Sit.” I obey. You drop to your knees. You look up at me and smile. I’m nervous. You can tell. And you love it. It emboldens you. You unbuckle my belt. You order me, “Stand.” I do. You pull down my pants, along with my briefs. All in one. I spring out. Still fully clothed yourself, you giggle. You like what you see. Or at least I hope you do. I’m about 7” long. Almost 6’ girth. Neat, clean and trimmed. And by now, fully erect, throbbing as your eyes bounce between me and my hovering dick. All you say is “Now sit.” Again, I obey. You hands run up the inside of my thighs. You still haven’t touched me. You’re teasing me. Your fingernails trace my skin, sending a shiver up my legs. You tickle my balls. I twitch in anticipation. Then you grab me, you can barely wrap your hand around my entire shaft. You bring your lips tantilizing close to my head. You breathe on it. You take in a light musk. That scent that you secretly crave. Then you wrap your lips around my head. I groan in delight and throw my head back as you gently take me deep, then deeper. You start working my cock with your hand and mouth, jerking me off in a screwdriver motion, swirling your tongue around my head. I’m in ecstacy. Your free hand tugs on my balls, tickling them as you work on me faster and faster……. Read more »

Frisky Office Friday [M/F consensual horniness]

Mark trudged into the office on an oddly blustery Friday in late May. After skimming through an endless sea of pointless emails, he turned his eyes to the to-do list on his big board. Right up top was “Confirm Hotel Reservations”. He’d asked Monica to finalize rooms for the conference weeks ago, but still hadn’t heard back.

Even though it was way too early for her to be at work, Mark decided to stroll by her desk on the way to grab coffee. The busty admin assistant had a charming smile that could definitely brighten up this gloomy day. As he made his way down the hall, he noticed the light was on in her cube and heard a squeaky office chair that raised his hopes higher. Maybe Monica would up for a coffee run herself.

She was facing away from her desk as Mark rounded the corner. A strap of her dress had slid off her shoulder and she appeared to be cupping her bare breast with the same arm, cell phone clutched with the other hand. This caused Mark to freeze up and he barely contained his mental gasp. He watched on as she carressed her large pale breast while seeming to enjoy the warm weight of it in her palm, taking a stream of titty selfies. Not prepared for this and knowing he would be incapable of speaking fluently with a throbbing hard on, Mark quietly stepped back down the hall before clearing his throat and returning to Monica’s desk. Read more »

Confession – fmff, bondage, spanking, dub/con, queening, oral, anal, etc etc

Click, Click, Click, Click, the sound of her heels echoing through the empty church, the noise felt like thunder to her as she walked down the aisle towards the alter. Stopping momentarily she knelt, bowing her head slightly before crossing herself and turning towards the confessional. She walked in and pulled the curtain closed behind her before seating herself on the wooden bench and crossing her stocking clad leg. After a moment of waiting she heard the shutter slide open and became aware of the silhouette of the priests face through the screen.

It had been a while since she had attended the confession and she had to search for the words. “Forgive me father it has been some time since my last confession. “ she started out. As far as the church was concerned her list of sins was considerable, and she thought for a moment where to begin. A wicked grin crossed her face then as she formed the words and began to outline her sins. As she started listing them she could imagine the priest slowly getting outraged as her “indecency”. She put a sultry lilt into her voice trying to tease him “oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex” she was goading him, trying to get a reaction. She could hear him breathing deeply as she listed them. Read more »

The Milking [Milking][Femdom][Bondage][Forced Orgasm][Anal Play][Nipple Play][Edging]

Your balls ache. It has been so so long since you have seen her and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. The sounds in the boardroom echos past your ears, nothing sinks in and you just can’t concentrate. Your cock twitches and your mind races as you imagine her beautiful face. That black, thick eyeliner, the long lashes, the dark lips smirking at you. You shift again in your chair and feel the eyes of the other board members on you as sweat starts to bead on your forehead.

Your mind wanders and before you know it the other board members are filing out of the room while you sit, pained and desperate in your leather arm chair. You tap your papers on the desk and place them gingerly in your briefcase, trying to stall until your inappropriately timed erection calms down. When all the other men are gone you eagerly pull your phone out of the pocket of your blazer. You know her number off by heart now, obsessed with her and what she does to you. You tap rapidly at your screen, hoping and praying that she will respond quickly. Read more »

My first hookup , finally it happened.

Finally an Indian guy got a girl.
It was at a hotel party shortly after my senior year of high school, and I just broke up with my girlfriend of eight months. I was looking to drown my feelings in alcohol, and have a chill night with some friends. The two-bedroom Best Western suite filled up with around thirty teenagers, blasting music, and of course, a plenty of alcohol. I didn’t know many people here.

However, I was having a good time drinking and talking. I’m not much of a dancer, so I just settled myself on the kitchen counter and downed shots between beers. As more and more alcohol entered my system, I just began to talk. I didn’t move myself, so people would come and go to pour themselves drinks and I’d just make conversation. I was really enjoying myself and getting my mind off things so far.  Read more »

Favor For Favor [19M/22F] [oral] [interracial]

Favor for Favor

My first year of college was absolutely horrendous. I had to spend the first few semesters in a dorm with roommates that always partied and were always messy. I was also very frustrated with my dating life. I had been asking out girls left and right but they would never take me up on my offer and I felt sexually deprived. I was able to keep up halfway decent grades and when I came back from working hard over the summer, I got an apartment and seeked a roommate.

I ran through the wire of roommates and eventually found one in the form of a girl. Her name was Penelope. She was a few years older than me, was doing a graduate program at my college, and was pretty friendly. I never expected to have a female roommate but we actually got along pretty well and had respect for our boundaries. One thing was for sure was that she was a bombshell. She’s a latina, big boobs at maybe a DD size, plump round ass, beautiful skin, and kind of tall. She was very desirable and me having sex with her never left my mind much. I never did find out if she had a relationship or not but I found out the truth of that one day. Read more »

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 3 [mmF] [double team]

She tossed and turned in bed all night. She couldn’t believe she had summoned the courage to actually do something to make herself happy. She felt proud, she felt excited and she felt more alive than she had in a years. She rolled onto her back, her arm brushing against her husbands. Her husband. She had someone momentarily forgotten about him.

When he came home from work that night, she pretended she was already asleep, even though it was only 8pm. He never paid enough attention to her to know if something was going on but she just couldn’t bring herself to face him. A good night of sleep would help, she told herself.

In the morning, she felt even happier than she did the day before. She thought’d she talk sense into herself, she thought she’d tell herself all the things a cheater does after their first time. Y*ou won’t do this again. You have a family and it would ruin them. This was a one time thing.* Read more »

a Doe – Part I ; (age gap, workplace, anticipation)

My breath was ragged in my throat, manifesting in grunts of almost-pleasure at the ghosts of her memory, burned into my blanketed vision like a branding. I felt a hint of anxiety beneath these images because I was mildly aware of the woman lying aside me — the one I vowed my life and love to, the one I promised to never betray. And somehow in my unawakened state, I couldn’t distinguish the volume of my sinful thoughts. In this dream, I was afraid my wife could hear, understand, sense what I desired and that it wasn’t her…

But that’s what made the dream of my workday so enthralling. Vivienne manifested herself in my psyche and my physical body responded involuntarily. My cock was throbbing under our bed sheets, twitching against the restrains of my boxer briefs. Instinctively, my hand gravitated south to firmly cup around my swollen balls and squeeze them teasingly, my mind glued to the thought of Viv’s breathtaking, angular face. Her deep maroon lips tugged upward to reveal those perfect white teeth, a squint in her doe-like eyes as the memory of her sultry, invigorating laugh rolled through me. My cock was so hard it was painful but I wanted to hold onto this fantasy, because God knows it was the closest I was going to come to experiencing the real thing. Read more »

The Idle Chair [hypnosis]

The Idle Chair

It’s impossible to guess how long Daddy left me in the Idle Chair. I know I peed myself at least once already, but the humiliation and discomfort I should feel are buried far, far beneath the imperative of the Idle Chair…. Sit Still, Look Pretty. It’s all I want to do, all I can do, really. Despite being unable to leave my chair, it is surprisingly freeing. All my worries and concerns are gone. After all, the entire responsibility of my universe now is Sit Still, Look Pretty.

It all started like so many things do, me being bratty towards Daddy, of course. Some song about feminism had gotten me all riled up and hyper… He very reasonably told me to calm down and do my chores but I was too headstrong and yelled that I was never going to merely “Sit still and look pretty for him”! That, of course was a monstrous mistake, and I knew it, but this is what feminism often does to impressionable young ladies. Read more »