Category: eroticliterature

The Cream Chronicles: Night Rider [M/F]

Bella and I met for the first time that afternoon. This was at Charlene & Mike’s home while attending one of the soirées they threw every other fortnight on Saturdays.

We’d absolutely hit it off from the moment we got introduced.
Call it chemistry… Heck, call it whatever brand of *Julie Spira* or *Jaime Bronstein* kool aid you happen to sip from time to time, but suffice it to say, we had it all in droves.

And just to give some brief context…

I’d known Mike as a work colleague and friend for 3 years, Charlene a little over 2 years thus my invite came by way of that association.

Charlene and Bella’s friendship on the other hand went all the way back to their college days. Bella, it also turned out was in town to reconnect with old friends, case in point, and of course family, with whom she was apparently staying for the holidays.

It probably goes without saying, but hailing cab rides on late Saturday nights is both equal parts headache and frustration. So for that reason, when it got to 9:00 pm, Bella who’d arrived via Uber had begrudgingly decided to leave for home. Read more »

My second time [F18/M18] (oc)

(You guys seemed to like my last one so I thought I’d share just a bit more about stuff I’ve done.)

I couldn’t sleep the night we had sex, I was just too happy about what we did. It was short and brief but my body told me I wanted more, so I began to think carefully about my next move (not really) I texted him and he surprisingly responded almost immediately, he couldn’t sleep either and so we made plans to do it again. Properly.

The next day I left my house and made a straight beeline towards his house, he insisted his place since his parents wouldn’t be there and so I went following along the sidewalk practically flying, when I got there he opened the door before I even knocked. All subtlety and shyness 9f the might before was gone.

He pulled me inside quickly before shutting the door, he pulled me close and shoved his tongue into my mouth before parting we both were on the same page and so we went up stairs to his bed room. He went in right behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He moved his hand under my shirt before slowly lifting it over my head leaving my chest exposed. Next were my pants which he removed slowly and surely. Read more »

Bored trophy wife hits on me at work

I’ve been a physiotherapist for years. I’ve worked with everyone from grandmothers to elite athletes and everyone in between. Obviously I also come across many beautiful and fit women but I’ve always remained professional. That is, until a few years ago when I met Jessica.

Jessica was in her mid-thirties, married, and a mother of two. She worked a couple of days in a friend’s business, to help her out, but otherwise lived the lifestyle of a trophy wife. Her husband was 10 years her senior, very successful in business, and, as I later learned, totally unattractive in her eyes.

Jessica was suffering from what we refer to as “Tennis Knee” (Patellar Tendonitis). It’s pretty common in any sport where you repeatitive jump or come to a hard stop. After initial rest, I had her stretching and moving, as well as some leg massage.

“You have amazing hands,” she said on her third visit. “I’m only coming here for the massage, you know.” Read more »

A Life Saved [MF]

A man (30) returns home to his wife, Kathy (30)

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Over my music I can hear the gravel crunching as I turn off the pavement onto my gravel driveway. Distracted, I follow the quarter mile drive around a couple bends and up a slight hill. It is a clear night, but the trees that engulf my 1998 chevy shortbox block the stars from my view. Even at 3 A.M. my mind is still going over the events of the night.

Search and rescue isn’t typically in my job description, but when a somewhat wealthy old man gets drunk at a ski resort and starts wandering around the woods, terrified because he hears the coyotes howling, they call in anyone that knows the woods of Lake Superior’s north shore. Since I spend most of every day in the woods, apparently I qualified for the job. I can’t complain too much however, it was a beautiful cold night to be out in the snow, and we did find the man. He was huddled up and shivering under a big pine tree. His body temperature was down and he was looking dangerously blue, but we got him back to his family, and I finally got to go home to my love. Read more »

Unexpected Savior [FF]

Melanie (30) meets Tiffany (30)

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The tires of her Audi R8 spit up gravel as she flew down the old country road. Normally, she would have winced at every single pebble she heard hit the undercarriage of her newest car. Tonight however, Melanie was too distracted by what she saw in her rearview mirror. She was sure that she kept seeing the same headlights behind her every time she turned. She wouldn’t have even been on this god forsaken gravel road if it wasn’t for that damn pickup. It was a beige 80’s model Ford pickup. She remembered seeing it when she left Sally’s, the only restaurant in this backwater town, as well as the most popular bar it seemed. As the gravel road took a sharp curve to the right, Melanie saw a long, dark driveway after the curve. Exactly what she had been looking for. Without thinking twice, Mel turned her car into the driveway and shut off all the lights. She drove another fifty yards up the driveway before shutting off the car. She did not know how far behind the truck was tailing her, but her eyes were glued to her rearview mirror. Read more »

The Cathartic Silence

I’ve yet to find a way to express myself to the fullest. Not art school nor Dylan were able to help me work through this wretched curse. My family calls it lump in the throat syndrome. Whenever I get close to letting go, something takes over me and restrains me.

I sought out Don Marco in the hopes of working through my inhibitions. My art was on the line and I was yet another desperate 20 something year old racing against the clock. My expectations were low. I’ve met more creeps than I could imagine through this industry, and I didn’t expect my luck to be changing anytime soon.

But Don Marco was reassuring when we spoke over the phone. All I was required to bring to our session was an open mind. So when I arrived to his dungeon on 16th street, I sat in the car for a good 2 hours in attempt to clear my mind. Some would say I’m an over thinker. I call it being prepared. Regardless, this session could be the very thing that bridges the gap between my dreams and I. So is it unusual to take the session seriously? I think not. Read more »

From passion to pain, part 21 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)

Ally was restrained by binders attached to her wrists and ankles. They were the short binders with just a couple of small links between the leather cuffs, making the lithe brunette appear more akin to a geometric shape than the stunning human she actually is. I had decided today my slut was going to cum for me, over and over again. I had two fingers in Ally’s tight pussy and set about fucking her as rough as I could with just my hands. My fingers were curled towards me and remained still, the actual motion to guide her to orgasm originating elsewhere. My whole body was working Ally like wild animal in attack stance, the pumping motion in her tight tunnel emanating from my shoulder, puppeteering her body with ferocity. Ally was like an animal herself, moaning in craven desire, like a bitch in heat. In order to immerse her over the edge, I began bringing my other hand down on her tits. Hard smacks, flicking her nipples, aggressive groping – whatever I could do to keep the pain measured against the pleasure engulfing her pussy like a fire, spreading its heat across her body. Read more »

A Strange Compulsion Chapter 02

LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole
purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and Characters in the story are
completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are
purely coincidental.

STORY: Read more »

Fuck My Wife [MF]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

“I need you to fuck my wife.”

It took me a second to register what he was telling me. I had received a lot of strange requests over the years in my job as a professional mediator, but this was a new one.

The requestor, Derrick, was a client of mine. I had just helped his company resolve a particularly ugly dispute and, as a thank you on top of payment for services rendered, he had invited me to his house party he was throwing tonight.

I hadn’t planned on staying long and was just finishing my glass of merlot when derrick pulled me aside in his backyard. He told me he had one more favor to ask of me. I asked what it was. Then he told me he wanted me to fuck his wife.

“You…you want,” I stuttered. “You want me to fuck Lexi?”

He nodded and confirmed, “Hell yeah, I do.”

“I…uh…,” I scanned his face to look for any signs that he was joking. It didn’t take much long to tell he was dead serious. “Why?” I asked. Read more »

The Friend Request [MF | cheating]

It was a normal Tuesday for Lori. She got to work and sat down and started checking her email and sipping her less-than-ideal cup of coffee. Sure, it’s free, but did anyone actually ASK for an office Kurig machine? “You can’t make vending machine coffee taste good by just adding some fancy creamer” Lori thought to herself as she took another sip.

She was going through her to-do list in her head. She had to pick up the kids after practice and swing by the grocery store after work to grab her online order. “Hey Siri, remind me to enter the code for my groceries when I leave work”. Lori didn’t have time to sit in the parking lot and wait for a 15 year old to find her minivan in the pick-up spot.

Sometimes, Lori felt like her life was just a repetition. Get up, get ready, do the million things it takes to get her family off for the day. She loved her life and her husband, but it was all just… groundhog day. Read more »