Category: eroticliterature

Fiancée liked to talk dirty to me, husband to be found out and decided to teach her a lesson. [FMM] [cheating]

Fantasy story below – based on a dirty desire!

This came to a head last week, and has its roots going back a number of months. I work with Emily in a large multinational company, me in IT and she’s in finance. While there’s always good friendship between us, we both always wanted to spend a day fucking, just to see what it would be like and for the fun of it. Emily is engaged to Dave, an all-round good guy. While Dave knows his wife to be has a high sex drive, he doesn’t quite realise how high it actually is, and the kind of things Emily fantasises to me about.
For quite a number of months, there has been plenty of sexual texts between us, the things we might do to each other if we got together and the odd nude picture, here and there. It’s all been good fun, but despite the desire, nothing has ever come of it, until last week. Read more »

After a night out with the girls

You are sitting up against the headboard reading when I come home from a night out with the girls. You have on your cute black frame reading glasses and your hair is still damp from a shower.

Smiling at you, I say, “Are you waiting up for me?” Walking on my too high of heels and feeling a little buzzed. You smile and put your book and glasses down on the bedside table.

“Honestly, I like it when you come home a little drunk. You usually maul me and wake me up, so I figured I would beat you to it and stay awake. I’ve been hard since you left.”

“Well I can see that from here.” I say pointing to the blankets poking up.

“How were the girls? Had a wild night?”
I laugh and say, “Actually, we did. We got drinks and went to a strip club. One girl even got a lap dance…from another girl.”

You cock a brow at me and say, “Really, did you like it? Did you like watching two girls grind on each other?”

“Uhhh, ummm…maybe.” Read more »

Millie can’t stop thinking about her brother

Millie is my actual ex girlfriend, see [a true story about her here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7pgbeg/angry_fucking_my_ex_in_the_park_next_to_her_house/) While she never admitted it, this is what I imagine went on in her head:

You hadn’t really thought about it before I said something about it. It certainly caught you off guard. “Have you ever thought about your brother?” What a weird thing for me to have asked about. It does make you remember that boy, that kid whose father your mom dated briefly. You remember how attracted you were to him; how, as a young teen, you would fantasize about what would happen when left to your own devices. Its not like that was a novel concept, you closed your eyes and imagined what different boys’ cocks would look like all the time. But there was something especially taboo about him though, something so wrong just because he could become your step-brother, and you remember how much harder you would cum when you thought about him. Read more »

Restroom

I see you at the bar and offer to buy you a drink. A sly smile, and you accept it graciously. A few smooth lines and a whisper in your ear, and I’m leading you to the restrooms in the back. We pick a clean stall and you take a seat while I pull out my stiff dick. Your eyes twinkle in excitement when you see it, and you kiss and lick up and down the shaft once it’s free. You tease the tip with your tongue before taking it into your mouth, lightly bobbing your head and taking it in deeper inch by inch. Once you’re almost to the base I grab your head and thrust in hard, feeling the head of my cock go down your throat. You moan and gag as I start to use your head like an onahole, slobber dribbling down your chin. I pull out to let you breathe, and you pant with need. You get up and yank your pants down over your perfect ass, making sure to wiggle it as much as possible. You bend over and lean against the back wall, grinding your ass against my cock and getting it slick with pre and spit. I squeeze and spread your cheeks before pressing against your hole, sliding in easily. You moan loudly as I enter you, not concerned in the least that there might be others in the restroom. I grab your hips and pull you towards me with each thrust, and you start going weak at the knees. I open the stall door then drag you over to the sinks, making you sit on the counter and spread your legs. I grab your knees and hold your legs over my shoulders as I thrust into you, and you nearly scream. Occasionally someone would come in and watch, stroking themselves while they enjoy the show. I feel the need to cum approaching and I thrust faster, the sound of your moans and of skin slapping skin filling the room. I make one more deep push and cum hard, filling you with heat. You cum as well, making a mess of your chest and tummy as you nearly black out from the intensity of your orgasm. I pull out and cum drips from your stretched hole, your asshole clenching around nothing as it seeks to be filled again. I give you my number and leave you to clean yourself up, and I turn back one more time to see you bending over for one of the other guys that were watching us.

A Day at the Office

It’s the end of the day, and I call you to my office. I tell you to drop your pants, and your panties are a soaked mess. You had been wearing that vibrating butt plug all day just like I told you. What a good girl. You get on your knees as I take out my cock and lightly slap it against your cheek. While you get to work on licking and sucking on my throbbing dick, I press my foot against the plug every so often and smile at the cute noises you make. I make you bend over my desk as I pull the plug out of your now-gaping ass. I watch you clench for a second before sliding myself into you, grabbing and pulling on your hair as I thrust. Faster and faster I move, your groin being ground against the edge of the desk with each thrust. Soon enough I’m emptying my swollen balls into your tight ass, and I push you back onto your knees to finish on your pretty face.

Downtown debauchery: Anal in the alleyway

Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached. Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem. Read more »

Dinner Vibes

“Fuck! You look good enough to eat baby.”

I give you coy look and say, “Well that can be arranged.”

You let out a laugh, but quickly get a serious look on your face. “As much as I would like to do just that, I actually had something different in mind for tonight.”

“Really?” I ask, uncertain if this should excite me or not.

“Yes babygirl. I have something I want to give you, but before you see it I need you trust me completely and promise to be a good girl and do as you are told.”

You’ve got that tone of voice and I know the time for jokes are over. I have to follow your directions, something inside me makes me want to.

“Ok, I promise. I trust you and will follow your demands.” I’m starting to get wet, I’m not sure what your plans are but I know it will end up being very pleasurable.

“Now, I want you to take off those panties and hand them to me.” I lean over showing you a bit of cleavage while I peal my panties down my legs. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Dominant trains SECRET STRAIGHT SISSY crossdresser.

I sit in a tiny outhouse attached to my house, it’s the size of a phonebooth and in front of me is about 2 ft of space before the door.
The tiny space is closed off with the nearby wall that is easily climbed.
I sit smoking and writing fantasies on my phone.
Panties under my clothes, scared someone is watching yet I sit and fantasize about someone finding their way to me….
Someone could climb into the tiny space and tell me to do as they say or everyone will find out about my secrets.
He would show me photos of me dressed up with lipstick on and videos of me bent over ramming my hole with a dildo.
I’d be shocked, terrified and so fucking horny, I’ll do whatever he says.
He tells me to strip down to just my panties.
I’m so scared my roommates will hear and come downstairs (it’s 2AM) and see me but I have to do as he says, he takes my over clothing and places them down.
He laughs, grabs me by the throat and says “Time for you to see a real mans cock” and then pulls his long thick cock out, it falls onto my face…covering it almost entirely.
He furiously rams my mouth and I gag hard…as I gasp for air I whisper “please stop” he said “Rule #1 I decide when to stop” then throws my clothes over the wall into a huge puddle.
He keeps ramming my mouth and my face is covered in spit and precum, he is using me ruthlessly, like a toy. I have a really bad gag reflex and he completely ignores it and uses me like a filthy slut.
He soon cums in my mouth and immediately tells me “Rule #2 always swallow” I do as he says, he stares me straight in the eyes and says “You will call me Daddy, I will call you Sissy, be back here at 2AM tomorrow, or you know what will happen” I say “Yes Daddy”
He leaves.
I’m left scared shitless but so turned on as I can still smell his cock on my face and taste his huge load, he’s thrown my overclothes away and now I’m in nothing but panties and need to get inside. I was scared but again so turned on, I could of gone in naked but I went in in my red lace panties and quietly went upstairs with a hard on the whole time.
When I got upstairs I had a message and I couldn’t believe it….I had been sent a video of Daddy ramming my throat….only moments ago.
It had a message attached saying “You belong to me, slut”.
The fact he had spied on me and taken photos of me before approaching me really turned me on and I knew it shouldn’t, when I recieved the video after being made to be his sissy slut…I was so turned on that he recorded it without telling me and is using it against me.
I shouldn’t be so turned on, should I?

Laundry Day [Mf]

Okay. So picture you’re in the laundry room. It’s been a lazy Saturday, but you just threw a load in the dryer. You’re wearing my oversized T shirt that just covers your panties. I come up behind you and kiss your neck. Then I put my arms around your waist as I whisper good morning in your ear. You turn around and we start a passionate kiss. I put my hands on your butt and pick you up as you wrap your legs around my waist. As the machine starts to shake I sit you down on top of it and gently pull your hair back so I can kiss your neck again. The dryer speeds up. As I kiss you over and over and over you’re practically vibrating on top of the machine. Quickly moving towards an orgasm I rip off your shirt. I lean down and gently suck on your left nipple. As you’re about to cum you grab me by my hair and pull me into a kiss. As you orgasm you moan into my mouth. The dryer dings and stops shaking. I break the kiss, look into your eyes, put on a huge smile and ask, “so did you want bacon or sausage for breakfast?”