Category: eroticliterature

The ultimate trust

I had been talking to him for a long time. Years infact. He always supported me, pushed me to achieve my goals, allowed me to rant and scream with no come back. Slowly slowly building trust. I spoke to him one day then weeks later I was to meet him. It had been a tumultuous week and I was not looking my best, ripped jeans and a dinosaur t-shirt. He offered me a bath, gave me tea and a razor and I gladly accepted. Bathing with the door open, allowing the warmth of the water to was the stress of the week away. He knew me, understood me, knew my carnal desires, me easiness and openness that I did not see sex as something sacred but as something wonderful and to be given freely.

As I was lying there a shadow darkened the door and suddenly he was beside me, fully dressed, just standing quietly.

“Hello” I said, looking up at him and raising myself from the water exposing my chest.

“Is there something you want?” Read more »

You’re about to discreetly pleasure yourself while reading an erotic novel in a park, just as I arrive. [MF]

I’m new to this subreddit, and I haven’t quite figured out what I’d like to get out of it. What I know is that I really enjoy writing short stories for women, and having them tell me how much it turned them on. There’s very little that compares to the thought of being able to get a woman off with just my words.

So, a bit about myself – I’ve written about 10 stories over the course of the last 5 years – mostly for long-distance ex-gfs, and occasionally for random girls I’ve met online. All of my stories were written spontaneously on Skype, based on a theme, set, and setting that the girl felt like having an erotic story written about. I am by no means an experienced writer, and I have a lot to work on in terms of the overall flow and coherence of my stories. I particularly struggle with setting the background of the story, dialogues between characters, and the ending. My dialogues seem to come of a bit too mundane and sometimes cheesy (for me anyway). Read more »

The Child Slavegirl

Naomi’s Stats

Age: 13
Skin Color: Mostly Tanned
Gender: Female
Breast Size: Small
Vagina Size: Medium w/ no hair.
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Naomi was walking down the street back to her home at late midnight, she noticed people walking around the alleys, but she felt safe and homely. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman grabbed her and pulled her into a house. There she saw other women, who began stripping her, down to her short-sleeved shirt and underwear. They tied her to a couch and began cutting away at her underwear. Her shirt was ripped off to reveal her small breasts, her underwear came off to reveal her vagina, which held a high price. The women began restraining Naomi’s legs to a spreader bar, which held her legs apart. They pulled out a catheter designed to restrict Naomi from urinating. She felt the tip of the catheter force it’s way up her urinary tract, and enter her full bladder, the balloon was inflated at the end to keep the plug inside her bladder. They placed back on Naomi’s underwear and a pair of bras for her breasts. The next day, they left for a secret location, while Naomi was tied up inside the SUV. Naomi was handcuffed, and her legs were strapped to a spreader bar. When they arrived, Naomi was led to her new mistress. Read more »

Cumslut erotica writer looking to please. Currently taking custom kink commissions.

Hello! I am currently taking orders for custom kink/fetish literature! Have someone you cannot help but think about fucking? Have a fetish you are dying to have played out? I may just be the gal you’re looking for!

I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, fantasies; Whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. My limits include rape, animals, and anyone who is under-age.

Every story is 100% custom typed for you to meet your every desire.

Below I will share snippet of a story I wrote for a client, this way you can get a taste of my writing style & see if I am someone whose work you’d get pleasure from reading.

If you are interested I would love to talk with you. Email: lilithkmae@gmail.com

Yours,

LM Read more »

Short but dirty, imagined coffee shop sex…

I’ve never shared anything I’ve written in public before though I’ve shared stuff with individuals from time to time. So I’m genuinely curious what people think.

This is something I wrote for someone else and it’s written sort of strangely since it addresses the reader. But hopefully it’s still enjoyable to some?

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Imagine that you are meeting me at a coffee shop today before I have class and while you should be at work. When you walk into the coffee shop you can see me waiting for you just inside.

I’m wearing a short black suit skirt with gray wool thigh high stockings and tall 5″ oxford style shiny black patent pumps. For a top I’m wearing a long sleeved suit top that’s very form fitting and you can catch a glimpse of my bare breasts as you look down my cleavage on your way to counter. Around my neck I’m wearing a shiny black leather choker, it’s my way of displaying that you own me when we’re in public.

I’ve got speech class today and we were told to dress like we would for a corporate environment. I couldn’t help but go a bit sexier than I’m sure the teacher intended. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 8: A Familiar Doctor

**Stacey**

Pressure in my head. Scratchy throat. Eyelids made of lead.

I woke up to a deep rumbling engine, and looked around, the sun’s rays attacking my irises. There were cars packed in neat rows from all sides, as if we were at a dealership, but upon further inspection they were from all years and brands. I’m in an outdoor parking lot, and alone.

‘Chris?’ I asked, my voice surprisingly small and hoarse.

‘I’m right here,’ his warm, masculine voice came from behind me. I heard something metal hit the pavement, and then the whirring of the Escalade’s trunk lowering. Relief replaced the initial pang of anxiousness when I laid eyes on him, his presence reassuring me.

He pushed a comfortable-looking wheelchair around to my side of the car before opening the door, the cool November air invading the cabin. ‘Here,’ he said as he lowered me onto the chair as easily as if I was a straw doll, and I gripped the hard muscles of his upper arm instinctively, providing me with a secure point where I could lean my weight. Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 2 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.

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He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door. Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 1 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

He gazed at the screen while the algorithm worked its technological magic. Faces and words flittered past, leaving a brief and fleeting impression on possible candidates. After the search was finished, too many results remained, so he entered further parameters that needed to be met.

“Alright…decrease the age from 35 to 30, take in the weight a bit, increase cup size. Try that.” Again, the program searched through the list, further refining possible choices. A few moments passed, and three faces appeared on the screen, complete with personal and intimate details. Height, weight, measurements, age, known languages, estimated income, family history, education, it was all there.

“Hmmm…I think not. Too much family, do not want her to be missed. How about you…possibly, possibly. And now for number three. Oh, that is interesting.” He clicked on the third face, probing deeper into the details of the result. “Akiko Tanaka. Orphaned at an early age, bounced around between foster homes, no known relatives, average student. Only 4’11” and 104 pounds, what a little thing. 21 years old, working a dead-end job as a fast food server. She even speaks English. Yes, you will do quite nicely.” He perused the available pictures, trying to picture her naked and thinking of how she might be in person. “Lovely tits as well, 30 D is definitely a find.” A few seconds passed, and a smirk slowly crossed his face as he stared at a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. “And I see a few modifications have been made. Excellent.” Read more »

[Humour] Fuck It

The night was young, the girls were hot and I was just a virgin.

You see its not easy when you were born in a bible camp.

Literally they would shove the crucifix up my ass and recite prayers into me because i thought i was a demon.

Thats a story for another day. It was the year 1992 and we were at the “Salty Clit”, the hottest night club around.

I got in with my fake ID, and boy that ID was worth it.

Tits everywhere. Dicks everywhere. It was paradise. Now

Im not “gay”, but i like seeing a good dick once in a while.

I forgot to tell you that i was off some pop rox and some pepsi. I knew it was gonna be a wild night.

I never really approached a girl, but tonight i wanted to change that.

I was ready to get laid and put my wee wee in a girls wazoo.

The pop rox and pepsi was starting to kick in. I was getting horny.

I really only had that combo when I was 13 and watching lots of porn while my parents were preaching at a sermon. Read more »

[MF] Tender [sensual][LONG]

*This is my first attempt at a longer and more sensual erotic story. Criticism is allowed.*

**”Interesting” part begins at the — mark. If you skip there is a TL;DR provided there.**

The sun is burning on my fingers as I am gripping the steering wheel, trying to hold a straight line as the powerful engine is dragging me with almost 180 km/h across the almost empty highway lanes. The loud roar of the gasoline-hungry chunk of metal, chugging away about a meter away from my foot, is almost silenced by the hot august air gushing through the open window next to me. Some kind of melody, coming through the stereo, is trying to join the chaotic symphony of loudness.

“Just a few more kilometers” I tell myself as I glance to the blue line on the GPS screen which is taking a satisfying turn off the melting highway tarmac into the colder hug of the clean and chill mountain air. Read more »