Category: eroticliterature

What Lies Beneath ~ Part 1 (an ongoing, community driven story)

**18+ seeking 18+ for fantasy**

*The storm came out of nowhere, weather reports had predicted a safe return for the crew and passengers of the cruise ship Harmony. Now rain pounded the ship’s deck as waves crashed into its side, many of the passengers cower in their rooms or other areas of the ship while the crew does its best to keep everyone afloat.*

*Suddenly, everything is quiet. The rain is calm and the water is still. Several crew members peak outside, it appears that the ship has drifted into something like the eye of a hurricane. The storm is still raging on, but the ship floats on untouched in this solitary patch of ocean.*

*The silence is broken as a shriek cracks through the salty air. The inhuman cry shakes those who hear it to their core, but they’re more unsettled when more cries are emitted. All around the ship things scream, unseen as they lurk beneath the surface.*

*Then something new is heard, a low, bellowing groan. Off in the distance from [behind a wall of fog](https://imgur.com/B1D0FRT), something rises out of the sea. Something gargantuan, though it’s far away now it seems to be turning its attention towards the ship.* Read more »

The Drawing (Part 1)

A quick word about this story before you start. This was a vague idea I came up with and so I didn’t really plan much of it, I just started writing. But I like where it is going so far, and I would love your genuine feedback. I appreciate constructive criticicm or ideas you may have for part 2, just leave them as replies to this post and I will read them. That being said, this is part one, and if you guys like it, let me know and I will work on Part 2 soon! Thanks!

“Mia you look absolutely gorgeous! All eyes are going to be on you!”

Mia looked over her shoulder at her husband Dan, who was standing in the doorway watching her getting ready. “You think so huh? Good enough to be eye candy for the evening?”

“Oh fuck yes! No one will be able to take their eyes off you! You’re going to be an extremely popular choice for the drawing!” Read more »

Driving home

Driving home from work, I start to think about you. I think about all the things we have done together in the past and all things I can’t wait for us to do tonight. The highway is pretty empty as I look around, no cars close to me on either side or close behind or in front. With my left hand on the steering wheel, my right hand is slowly inching up my inner thigh. I reach under my skirt and feel the wet spot on my cotton panties. I pull my panties to the side and slide a finger in my wet slit. I move my finger up to my clit, a line of wetness connected to my opening. I start to rub myself, slowly at first. Part of me wants to just cum immediately, but another part is saying to slow down and wait. It will be so much better if you wait.

My head is pushed back into the headrest, my hips tilted forward, my back arched and my mouth slightly open. I remember where I am and what I’m doing when I notice a car to my left. He is staring at me, eyes wide. I’m embrasaed for a second, but think It would be fun to give him a show. Read more »

Sixteen (Final Chapters)

Don’t miss the beginning!

Ch 1-2: https://redd.it/830r3q

Ch 3: https://redd.it/838ha8

Ch 4-5: https://redd.it/83c7zo

Ch 6-7: https://redd.it/83ikqv

Ch 8-9:https://redd.it/83o4qb

Ch 10: https://redd.it/83x07i

Ch 11: https://redd.it/844tck

Ch 12-13: https://redd.it/84hdzv

Chapter 14

Nathan Fletcher

He wakes feeling the full weight of her on his chest. The pressure feels nice, she isn’t very heavy. His hand goes to her hair. Soft and wild, it splays out across his chest in a golden fan. His mind replays those sweet, three little words she had let slip to him last night. He stares at the ceiling. He feels the magnitude of wetness on his abdomen, the pounding in his head, the weight on his chest.

He doesn’t notice his hand clench into a tight fist around the hair he had been stroking. The events of the prior evening come flooding back to him. One of the vendors from the marketplace had come to his home. To share news. News of his best friend.

He takes a ragged breath. ‘Tommy. Why did you tell me you could handle it alone? What happened? You said this was a surefire thing. Insisted I spend the day relaxing.’ He had been spending the day relaxing. It had been wonderful. Until he heard that news. Read more »

Midnight

You wake up during the night and your hand instinctively goes to your hard cock. You roll to your side and see me sleeping on my stomach with one hand behind the pillow. You kiss and lick the spot below my ear before sucking my earlobe into your mouth. I’m starting to stir as you reach under my shirt and palm my breasts. My nipples harden under your fingers as you pull and pinch them. You roll me onto my back and pull my shirt off over my head. You dip your head down to my breasts and suck one then the other. You lightly but quickly lick my hard nipples. Looking into my eyes you tell me, “God your so beautiful, I need you. I need to be inside you.” You pull my shorts off and run your hand up my inner thigh, while hungrily kissing my lips. You push your tongue deep into my mouth as you place one finger at my opening. You gather some of the wetness pooled there and circle my clit. I don’t want your finger or your tongue. I want your cock inside me…Now. I beg, “Please fuck me.” You pull your finger out and line yourself up to my opening. You slowly push in as I wrap my legs around your waist. You starting pumping in a delicious rhythm, our bodies moving together like they have so many times before. You look into my eyes and slowly move your hand so that it rests lightly around my throat. You squeeze gently, and I’m on fire. You continue to pump into me, rougher now while squeezing my throat. You push in one final time and I feel you cum inside me. You lay your head on my chest as we try to catch our breath. I feel your cock still twitching inside me as I run my hands up and down your back. Soothing us both back to sleep.

A Fresh Kick Up The Pants [MF]

There it is was – the mockup of the glass castle. The scene was set in September 1980 during the sessions for the “Ship to Shore” album. It was the first time Stephen and I had worked together so closely. So close we became involved in something akin to phone sex. Without the phone and with it being face to face with no physical contact whatsoever. Naughty Kitty and Stephen! When I think about it now, of course, it was something we shouldn’t have done. As I watched on, I found it so intense. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I walked away for a break and my phone rang…

*”Good afternoon, Minnie.”*

*“I would hate to be annoying, but are you okay, Kitty?”*

*“Oh, my…Lucas Botham is so Stephen Wilcox. Jonquil reacts to Lucas the same way I react to Stephen. I have often wondered…does Jonquil see in these men what I saw in mine?”*

*“Probably not, they are just acting. Acting must be so hard. All this pretend and you may not even like the person. May not even be attracted to him. Does Jonquil have a type?”* Read more »

Please help me find this story!

I’m looking for this multi part story I read months, maybe years ago. Guy marries a girl, and her daughter (18ish) moves in. She seduces him, but it builds over the chapters. In one of the chapters she brings a friend over, described as a sort of goth type chick. The girls blindfold him and take turns having sex with him until he cums in one of them, but doesn’t know who.

That’s all I remember. Thanks for any help!

Forget me

Natasha always would sweat while she slept. She would often dream she was an anxious fern, lustful for the touch of the sun, groping at the sky.
“Your warmth is all I need, my love” She would imagine.
Then her eyes would flutter open as the gentle song from her iphone filled the room and rob her of her nightly retreat. The dreams always felt too short. And strange. Why the metaphor? She never gave it much thought. Just noted the oddness of yearning for a dream about the sun.

And so, the ritual was. It was something that she looked forward to during the day, and bemoaned leaving as morning forced her into wakefulness. And it might have continued that way had she not encountered the young man on the bus.

The young man on the bus. She named him Steve the first time she saw him. The way the light from the window cast on his face made him seem otherworldly. It stirred in her the same feelings she felt while dreaming her nightly ritual. A moment of bated breath. A moistening between her thighs. A longing to reach for him.
It was, in other words, irrational. She knew it. She knew nothing true about Steve. He might murder her if given the chance. And still a part of her wondered, “would that be so bad”. Read more »

Sixteen (Ch 12-13)

Don’t miss the beginning! Ch 1-2: https://redd.it/830r3q

Ch 3: https://redd.it/838ha8

Ch 4-5: https://redd.it/83c7zo

Ch 6-7: https://redd.it/83ikqv

Ch 8-9:https://redd.it/83o4qb

Ch 10: https://redd.it/83x07i

Ch 11: https://redd.it/844tck

Chapter 12

Sweet Torture

She lets out a giggle as he traces another line up her belly. It was the middle of the day, the sun still hung high in the sky. They lie in bed, and he was thoroughly teasing her. She watches the grin on his rugged face as his fingers trailed around, tickling her lightly before dipping back down to her wetness. She gasped, and let out a soft moan, a small part of her wishing he would stay there this time and bring her to sweet climax.

She bites her lip as he leans in towards her, his fingers still swirling around tantalizingly in her folds. He grins over her nipple, closing his teeth gently over the puffy nub. She can feel herself gasp as he does this, his piercing grey eyes giving her a look that is driving her wild. She squirms. Read more »

The Calm Before The Storm [MF]

Stuart Zinzan Wilcox – that name Zinzan only ever
seems to appear in a couple of families. The Wilcox family were one. He was turning fifty-five shortly. Had I seen a lot of him since he returned to the area almost two years ago? Not really. We caught up but it was usually at family gatherings. He was a busy man with his business Hot Stones booming all over the country. He was called upon to be an authority on things such as massage of all kinds. He was quick to stress that the tantra stuff was not all about being erotic but the freeing and relaxation from within. I believed him too. I had seen him on TV several times explaining exactly what the yoni and lingam were and I would sit there with my
mouth ajar. I actually visited him at least twice a week but it was purely for a bog standard body massage. Such things were becoming increasingly important as I started to stress out about the book launch. He suggested I come over and get out of the environment of home. Read more »