Category: eroticliterature

Breakfast is Served [MF][FDom][msub][denial][chastity]

Inspired by a picture from/u/taco_kitten. Link in comments.

Today is the day; the day you promised; the day I have spent these months waiting for; the day which has filled my every waking moment ever since That Day…

…That Day, yes. I suppose that’s the place to start; the Day everything changed.

I’m a successful businessman, running a small property agency with a few branches across the country.  From the one property I started with, I now manage a portfolio of over a thousand properties, worth over a hundred million, and turning over more than ten million a year, as well as sales and rentals on behalf of clients. I don’t say this to boast, at least not anymore, merely to give you an idea of me, and how easy it is for me to have anything I want. I live well, play hard, and fuck; or at least I did.

On That Day I was in my office just as any other. Business was good, there was little for me to do these days; I was preparing to head home for the afternoon. There came a knock at my door, my assistant stuck her head in; “there’s someone here to see you, Sir. I know you weren’t expecting anyone, but she insisted.” Read more »

The Production Meeting

The production meeting progressed as usual, large dimly lit conference room of only 6 people all focused and attentive to the presentation on the wall. Debbie always sat next to me. Debbie was blonde, 54 years old, married, full figured and very large breasts that she proudly displayed, showing more cleavage that typically suitable for business. Debbie and I flirt occasionally and once in a while meet up for drinks after work and have very neutral conversation. I have made my intentions very clear on more than one occasion just shy of being inappropriate.

Two days ago, during a particularly boring meeting, Debbie caught me looking at her cleavage which from my position could see just a hint of her blue bra. She turned away with just a smirk as I looked down to see if my hard cock was visible; it was. Debbie leaned forward a little to pretend to be taking notes, making her blouse and blue bra buckle and open up a little more. I smoothly adjusted my position to get a better peek. I could see a good portion of her large breast gently held in place by her blue bra. She knew she had my full attention as she watched the presentation on the wall. Read more »

Touching You as No One Has [m/f, SM, light fantasy]

**The Echo of Impacts**

Mac Dunn watched San Merida fall back, sated, on her bed, her beautiful, nutmeg-shaded skin slick with sweat in the afternoon sun. She panted, catching her breath. “Not to sound ungrateful for the lunch break, but I should get back to the café soon.”

Mac stretched to lazily but insistently pull her closer to him, unwilling to let the moment go so quickly. “Isn’t one of the perks of being the boss being able to come and go as you please?”

With a chuckle, San swatted him playfully but snuggled all those soft, sexy curves closer. “Only if you want to go out of business.”

Snorting, he caught her wrist, loving the look of the delicate limb trapped in his larger, stronger, darker one, and kissed her hand. “Faere Trade’s been around forever. It’s an institution. It’s not going anywhere.” More than that, it was a place of community and power and no one was going to fire the ageless witch who’d been running and guarding it for the better part of a century. She was irreplaceable; almost as much of an institution as the café. He stroked her forearm, trying not to be so in awe of her. “You know, at least not for the length of a long lunch.” Read more »

My Life Dedicated To Femdom Servitude

It started out with simple oral sex videos. I always liked to please a women. These quickly became face-sitting videos, instantly pulling me into the femdom scene. The urge to submit was deeply embedded in me. My mind was reprogrammed after participating in femdom hypnosis sessions under the influence of a lot of drugs. I have since made a stronger bond to the femdom lifestyle every time I indulge in coerced intoxication. The Divine Goddess’s hold over me is undoubtedly powerful. I now find myself instantly aroused whenever presented with the opportunity to serve a real Goddess. Even if the task given to me is to sexual satisfy another man.
It is truly unbelievable to think that I have been straight all my life but. Now, I have been trained to worship cock and swallow every drop of cum I come in contact with. I now have a deep desire to whore myself out and offer all my earnings as a tribute to a superior Goddess. The Goddesses have conditioned me to obey at all costs. I live to serve and obey a Goddess. I do this by making regular tributes to my Goddess and purchasing Her gifts on amazon to express my devotion. All of the ‘harmless’ femdom mind control videos I hastily purchased and watched have had very real ramifications on my life. Read more »

A Provocative Encounter

Jules had never been eye-fucked as much as she was one Friday night, a couple summers ago.

As she opened the door to the bar, the cool air rushed over her, forming goosebumps over her golden sunkissed skin and hardening her nipples beneath a thin white cami. Her long dark hair brushed over her shoulder as she scanned the room looking for an open table. That’s when she saw him.

Seductive green eyes slowly scanned her body until, finally their eyes met. His sultry gaze drew her towards him, but she stopped herself at the table directly across from his corner booth. As she sat down her short black skirt floated away, allowing the cool hard wood chair to chill her bare ass.

“What can I get ya doll?” A beautiful fair skinned red head with long curly hair stood beside Jules with a notepad. 

“Jack and Coke on the rocks with a shot on the side.” She smiled.

“Okay.” The waitress turned and walked back to the bar. 

Jules casually scanned the room again, still feeling the burn of his eyes on her body. The waitress brought her drinks over with a wink and she smiled back politely.  Read more »

A Submissive Man’s Fantasy

To discover your submissive side is an extraordinary experience and usually due to chance. As a teenage man, you look at a photograph of a self-assured woman in a magazine and you notice she seems to gaze at you with confidence in her eyes. After, we begin to develop our curiosity for these kinds of pictures. We discover that being humiliated by a woman, getting spanked by her and licking her feet makes our dicks hard and excites us terribly. The idea of being treated like a dog by a woman gives us an overwhelming sense of joy. What a submissive man loves most is feeling weak in the face of a woman’s power and female loving authority

What was only a fantasy quickly turns into a true obsession that takes over our entire life. We will not rest until we are transformed into a lap dog servicing our Mistress, who will make us obey her with a look or the snap of her fingers. We, submissive men, exist to serve and honor women. To pretend otherwise would simply be to deny our very nature. We must take charge of their household chores, lavish them with gifts, obey every order no matter how degrading. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep. Read more »

A MILF walks into a bar [MFMMMM]

Kelly had had a long and rotten day at work, and was eager to get home. If Dennis was in the mood for lovin’, that would go a long way towards relieving her tension. She was late leaving work, even later after being held up in traffic, and way too late to make a proper dinner.

She stopped at the supermarket and picked up a rotisserie chicken, some mashed potatoes, and a bag of vegetables she could pop into the microwave. It wasn’t much of an effort, but it would do for a quick meal.

Dennis met her at the door when she got home. He was wearing his suit and holding a bouquet of flowers. “I sent the kids to my sister’s. Let me take you out on a date.” Kelly opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Dennis he grabbed her wrist and led her into the kitchen. He stuffed her sad little pre-fab dinner in the fridge, and said “I want you dressed up. Look sexy for me, okay Kelly?”

“Oooh yeah,” Kelly said. Now this was the kind of attention she craved. Dennis followed her upstairs to watch her dress. Read more »

[MF] The flirting finally got out of control…

There’s this flirty young girl frequently visiting the bar I worked. She’s really hot and the way she looked at me with those beautiful almond eyes was enough to get me turned on. I had her on my mind often after work, gripping my cock as I fantasized about what would happen if she took the flirting to the next level.

One day she came to me telling me she fooled us the whole time and that she just turned 18. I knew about it but didn’t want to spoil her fun. Flirty as she was I asked her how she was going to make up for it, having lied to me about her age this whole time. She grinned but said she’d buy me a beer sometime and that was that. Read more »

The Boy, The Girl, and the Vampire [voy][Ff] Happy Halloween!

Brittany left willingly from the bar where I met her as all the girls do. At twenty three years old, I’ve got those bad boy good looks in black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. The ladies like my strong shouldered rangy body and what they’ve described as ‘soulful brown eyes’. An easy smile in my scruffy face with a height of six foot, my genuine love of women, charm and the money I splash out makes me oh so attractive. So she came with me. Willingly. Brittany is a cute little thing; a former gymnast who grew too tall with tits and slate green eyes. She was now trying to make it as a model here in Manhattan. Blonde with the face of a spoiled pixie, she did turn heads as we walked the dark streets back to my place. She may’ve really had a chance of being a top model.

We walked a short distance down the busy streets back to the brownstone on a dark side street. Under the weak glow of a street lamp, we walked up the steps to the door which I unlocked, and we entered the quiet foyer. I turned on the light to reveal the dove grey walls and white and black checkered floor. It was neat and clean with fresh flowers in a vase on a side table. Read more »