Category: eroticliterature

Fantasy For a Day

**Fantasy for a Day**

I’m a writer, among other things. Though I find all the stereotypical things sexy that most men would find when it comes to being attracted to a woman, having sex, etc., I realize there are places where my high sex drive and artistic vision intersect that are not common to most men. Currently, I write literary erotica alongside my traditional literary work (though the erotic is almost always published under a nomb de plume), and will continue to do so, but I wanted to do something new and unique with my sex drive and artistic endeavors. That’s what this series, Fantasy for a Day, is all about.

I work in public a lot, writing and researching in places all over the Cleveland area. There are many beautiful women at the establishments I frequent, women that incessantly interrupt my work with the fantasies I can’t help but have about them. I want to share those fantasies with you, fantasies that arise in the places you are familiar with, fantasies about women you might know…perhaps fantasies about you. Read more »

The first man to fuck my wife. Part One, MF

I hear her phone ring in the other room. One ring only, then she picks it up. Quiet conversation, sultry voice and a quick chuckle. Then she’s off, headed my way.
She comes out of our bedroom at full speed, “Baby!” She shouts. “Baby, he said he’ll come. He’ll be here in an hour.”
Her face was glowing, her eyes were so alive. Her fast breathing moved her breasts up and down. She smiled and bit her lip. “I can’t hardly believe it.” She quickly kissed me on the cheek and turned toward the shower, quickly slipping out of her clothes. I moved around the bedroom, I hear her music and the splashing in the shower close by. I peel off all the excess blakets and pillows, leaving only the dark green sheet. Time seems to be flying. “She’s been in there forever…” I think to myself, checking the time. It’s only been ten minutes. My heart is racing and I cannot stand still. We’ve been fantasizing about this for years and  planning for months and tonight its finally happening. “Our friend” we call him, a former coworker of hers. They flirted lightly and a powerful attraction grew in her for him. When she told me about him I agreed that this would be the first man I wanted to fuck my wife. Read more »

The Last Submissive

As I said, my axis had tilted; I was beginning to feel more like a woman than a man. After several months of this, one Thursday night while I cuddled in bed with Mistress Hunter and we watched a late-night talk show, she dropped the bomb on me. Clicking off the TV, she flipped over on top, smiling, looking down on me fondly, her thighs straddling my waist, my cock limp under her crotch, and she said, “Paulina, I so love having you submit to me as a woman. Don’t you love it, too, darling?”

I stared into those blue eyes, that beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts plumping out of her pajamas, this primal, alpha woman of my dreams, and I replied, not untruthfully, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled. “I’m so pleased to hear you say that. Because . . . because, dear, I’ve been searching for a submissive like you all my life, I have always wanted to turn a man into my woman and have her that way—forever. You’d be my last submissive. I want you to consider that. I know it’s a big step, darling, but I’d like you to consider a lifetime commitment, becoming a female submissive for me.” I looked up at her, speechless. Then she began stroking my cock, which strangely, for the first time in days, grew hard, hormones or no hormones. Like it was a big clitoris saying, ‘Hell yes, I want this!” Fucking traitor cock. I was putty in her hands. I stammered, “Wha.. what do you mean, Mistress? You want to always wear women’s clothing and treat me like a woman, your sissy slave?” Read more »

Alexis Ren Moves Into The Neighborhood (Part I) [MF][Cheating][Celeb]

If you were to tell me a couple days ago, that a model and an internet celebrity that has been on the cover of one of the most famous magazine in the world is going to move into my neighborhood, I would have laughed at you and called you mad. But sometimes impossible things become possible. And that’s exactly what happened with me.

This story starts off with me leaving for work one morning. It was business as usual, getting into the car, opening the garage door and pulling out of the driveway to start another shitty day. I had just fought with my wife and wasn’t in the best of moods as I drove down our street. Now I don’t usually go checking people out while I am driving but this one girl caught my attention. She was out walking her dog in her skin tight fitness gear. Everything from a neon yellow sports bra to black yoga pants. The way her hips swayed as she walked and the bounce of those ass cheeks nearly made me crash into a car pulling out of a driveway. Read more »

All work and No Play makes you a sad boy

I miss working with you. I miss making you laugh. I miss all the jokes and the fun times. I miss the way you smell. I miss the deep, husky sound of your voice. I miss sharing a smoke with you. It always felt so personal. You’d have a few drags before heading back inside, handing me the almost full one.

I can’t really tell you when I started wanting you. I remember the flirting and the side eyes. I was at work one morning when I saw you pull up. My heart started racing. I couldn’t figure it out. Then I saw you, walking down the hall. My stomach dropped. I felt it then. That raw need. Desire. I wanted you. I have wanted you for months now.

I want to know what those big hands feel like on my skin. I want to know what your mouth tastes like. I bet its smoky and sweet. I want to know what your chest feels like under my hands as I rub it. I wonder, what does your neck taste like if I were to kiss and nibble it? Read more »

Accepting Requests [META]

Hey all, I hope this is within the rules of the subreddit.

I want to start writing more and I thought a great way to help with that would be to take a request or two from you guys.

I am not asking for anything in return at all. I will not be asking (nor accepting) payment of any kind to write a story or scene for you.

So with that being said, if anyone is interested in having a scene or short story written out for them, give me the details and/or a short summary that I can work with! Unfortunately, the caveat is that it is not first come first serve. I will choose which (if there are multiple requests) I’ll write. Some requests may include subject matter that is too much for me, which I will not write. Some may instantly spark an idea in me and I’ll begin writing almost immediately. Unfortunately that’s just how it is. Read more »

Post Move [MF]

We had just moved and hadn’t had sex in 2-3 weeks. It started like most other times, with some light foreplay. I was going down on my wife and eating her out, pretty standard, when I decided I wanted to make this fuck memorable. I pulled her up and put her on all fours, ready to fuck her doggystyle. I proceeded to pound her pussy. I knew I wouldn’t last long, courtesy of the long hiatus because of the move. After about 2 minutes of frantic fucking, I pulled out and came on her ass and the small of her back. Normally, she would have accepted the fact that I came and was finished and we would have gone to bed, but I wanted to show her how much I’d missed our regular fuck sessions. So I moved to the other side and put my dick right in her face and said “get me hard again”. She seemed taken aback, but also intrigued. She sucked my cum and her juices off my dick, lapping at it as though she had been helplessly craving it for the past two weeks and got me hard again after a minute or two. She had always been an amazing cocksucker and it was difficult to pull away, but I went back to her ass and got ready to start fucking her again. I entered and started slow. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, then with my other hand, I scooped up the cum that had not slid off her back onto the bed and I shoved my cumcoated fingers into her mouth. She instinctively started sucking the cum off my fingers. After she had devoured the cum from my fingers, I slowly started exploring her ass with those same, now soaking wet fingers, still fucking her at a slow pace this whole time. Still with a handful of her hair balled up in my fist, I harshly whispered in her ear “you may only rub your clit while I have a finger in your ass, if you do it any other time, I will punish you”. She has never been entirely comfortable with ass play, but I was feeling dominant, and I didn’t want to let up. She decided to immediately test me and started rubbing her clit, so I pulled back on her hair more and quickly moved my other hand to her ass and SMACK!, I left a hand print on her ass any porn star would have been proud of. She whimpered “I’m sorry” and asked me to put a finger in her ass so she could cum. I told her, “you cum when I say you cum”. I fucked her pussy from behind until she quietly begged for a finger again a couple minutes later. I pulled my now soaking wet dick out and buried my face in her ass, licking like a mad dog. I moved down to her pussy and put a finger in her ass. She quickly started rubbing her clit, while I ate her pussy and fingered her ass. I could tell she was close to cumming, so I took my finger out of her ass and positioned myself for the final rough fuck I had hoped for and now had her silently begging for. Before I pulled out, I had been going at a slow steady pace, but now sensing that she was ready to cum and I was building up for my second load, I started fucking her like a high schooler, constantly going balls deep and pulling my 7 inches all the way out before burying my dick balls deep again. This time, I shoved 2 fingers back in her ass and I heard her gasp in ecstasy as she began rubbing her clit again, for the final time tonite, I had decided. She pleaded in exhausted breaths for me not to stop so I continued pounding her until she came with explosive force. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” she screamed as she and I both came at the same time and finally collapsed onto the bed, drained from the fuck session unlike anything we’ve had since before we had our kids. What a fucking night…..

My Morning Fantasy [MC]

So…It’s a gorgeous morning, and my wife has invited a girlfriend over for morning coffee on the deck.

The painter is finishing up my bathroom, so I go into my wife’s bathroom to shower and shave. While using her space, I can hear birds chirping through the open window and the soft sounds of traffic in the distance. But what gets me going is the relaxed feminine conversation drifting up from the deck below.

As I feel sensations slowly beginning to work their way up through my thighs and into my groin, I reach down between my legs. Gradually the intensity increases and I feel the hardness starting to swell. Sensations begin to build in my chest as I imagine my wife lying all relaxed on a bed in front of me…

Gently caressing my balls and fingering my cock, I slowly approach her. I tell my wife to pull her lips apart, and my eyes widen as I feast on the opening flower of her pink pussy. Read more »

Journey Of A Submale Slave (3)

“The second choice you have is that you get to eat a plate a food but no wanking off…which will it be? Remember sub slave, we are the sum total of our choices.” I begged her to let me cum while I smelled and licked her shiny PVC boots; they smelled like a new car…lol. She marveled and radiated a sunny disposition while I licked the tip of her stiletto heel. It was like the fragrant optimism of a woman that spent her days tanning or shopping on the elegant cobblestone streets of Cartagena, Colombia. Read more »

A roman slave owner’s testimony (Bi) (BDSM) (Fetish)

I’ll be honest: My life is easy. But I earned it. I spend much of my day on the sofabed, totally naked, being pampered by my comfort slaves. Many other harem owners prefer to be clothed while the slaves wear nothing, but I do the opposite. My servants are clothed (granted, the slave “clothing” is really just a large piece of thin cloth draped around their bodies) and my guests and I are naked. I find nudity more relaxing and the dressings to be an obvious marking of servitude. The only exception to this rule is my closest slave and “husband,” Finn. But he is a special servant, so we’ll discuss him later. But even Finn, along with all the other servants, had to be marked when he first arrived. New slave arrivals are tied to a table and branded with a hot iron in the buttocks. The brand a simple letter “S” for servant, or slave depending on who asks. Every new slave lets out a blood curdling scream when they are branded, so I imagine it is very painful. Fortunately, though the pain does not seem to last longer than a few days. Read more »