Category: eroticliterature

(As always I’d love to hear your thoughts on my story and any improvements I could make)

Adam was driving me home after a date one night and we decided to take the backroads so we could spend more time together. I was wearing a flowy blue skirt with a matching blouse that showed off just a little bit of my belly and I had my hair tied up in a messy bun as usual.

A we drove Adam began moving his hand further and further up my thigh gently caressing me, I was squirming in my seat trying to hold back my little moans of arousal. He quickly found a palace to park and leaned over to start kissing my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer into me.

He stopped kissing me for a moment as he slid his seat back, “why’d you sto…” was I got out before he pulled me over the center counsel and and onto his lap where he started kissing me again. His left hand caressed my bare ribs under my top while his right moved under my skirt and danced over the lacy band of my thong before he firmly cupped my butt. “You’re…so…hot…Kylie” he whispered in my ear as to ever more forceful nibbles out of my neck. Read more »

I see her spread across the bed, face peaceful like the sunflower during the sunrise. I run through the events of last night- We were out for a movie. She had been quite excited about the movie top gun and I was more excited to share that excitement with her! I remember the childlike glee everytime that Cruise dude was on screen. In one of those scenes she had leaned on me, and I had taken the cue to kiss her lips. it was a peck at the first go. a brief pause, looking into eyes hungrily and then, a deep passionate one. Wow, it was like this was the moment for which all of this was planned. Neither of us had cared about the very public nature of it, and had launched into this.
I dont remember much of the rest of the evening. Someone might have suggested taking a cab home to my place. We may have made out through the cab ride home. Maybe we were out of cloths by the time we had pushed each other to my bedroom. It was like clockwork, events of the night. I remember there were laughters then moanings, sometimes both together.
I find the lube bottol lying weirdly under my matteress. I smile, this must have been wild. We hardly drank, i dont feel a hangover. Have I been dreaming? No, but here you are next to me sleeping peacefully. Anyway.
I wake to make adrakh tea for us. Piping hot tea in the orange cup, and wake her up. She opens her eyes and smiles gracefully. Sits up to sip the tea as I notice the now-blue love bite I had given on her chest in the cinema hall. Read more »

I (26F) waited until marriage to have sex. I grew up in a religious household and was adamant that I wait, which my husband (32M) was fine with. Our first night was something I still catch myself lost in thought about.

As he entered me I felt like he was going to split me in two. I bit his shoulder while he whispered affirmations in my ear. I couldn’t believe his size, despite the pain it felt incredible. As kissed me slowly, I forced my tongue in his mouth, my breath slow and deep.

After a few minutes I felt spasms in places I’d never felt. I shuddered, with quick gasps before my whole body shook. The muscles relaxed and I felt more comfortable with him in me. My husband kept going, his pace unchanging, taking long slow strokes.

I felt the muscles tensing again inside of me as my husband kept his pace. He kept kissing me slowly. My mind screamed “I’m yours legally, before God and now physically”. The spasms returned and my eyes rolled back. I pulled back from him and bit my lip. He kissed from my shoulder, along my clavicle to my neck and back. I was his, completely. Read more »

It’s 3am, you’re laying down in bed. It’s pleasantly cool in your room, the low hum of the air conditioner fan barely audible in the background. You wish you could fall asleep, but you can’t—but part of you doesn’t really want to. At least not yet. You’ve had a long day, you deserve some time to yourself. This is the time of night when the thoughts come. You know the ones I’m talking about. The thoughts that send little shocks of pleasure to that place between your legs and make your body flush with desire. Your hands unconsciously slide down your midsection, drift down past your hips, and rest between your legs. Gently stroking the skin of your inner thighs you feel more little shocks, stronger ones this time, but still nowhere near enough to satisfy the hunger in you. Your fingertips continue to touch and wander, finding the soft fabric of your underwear. Gently, you touch yourself through the thin cloth. Your breath quickens. You can feel obvious heat radiating from your entrance, slippery wetness seeping through onto your fingers. You press your fingertips a little harder into the fabric, rubbing a little faster. It’s enough to make you gasp softly. More. You want more. Read more »

You didn’t like me when I started. A month in and I’d already claimed three of your clients. Results of your disorganized work methods. You had no one to blame but yourself.

Three months in and I got that promotion. The one you’d tried so studiously to land. I suppose you should have put in more effort. You didn’t speak to me for weeks. I didn’t care.

Six months in and we were working late. Enemies united for a common goal. You popped the top off of that bottle of wine you’d been hoarding from last New Year’s. Something to ease the tension.

Nine months in and I wonder if every time you look at that desk, you imagine me splayed out on top of it. I wonder if you try to recreate how pitiful I looked bent over, my skirt hiked crudely up my thighs, wine stains on my crisp white blouse, your cock inserted in full measure.

Competitor turned collaborator. Contender turned cohort. Foe turned friend. A new alliance was formed. A legion of lovers.

Twelve months in and now you smile at me.