Category: eroticliterature

The Perfect Sadist [MC] [MF] [BDSM]

I can’t stop thinking about what I want to do to you. I need to see your body, to smell your pussy, to taste your ass. These thoughts of you in my head are almost impossible to express in words. I need to paint you in the most beautiful watercolor painting in order to have a hope of expressing myself. I need to paint the pain and the pleasure I want to give to you. I must illustrate my need to possess you, to use you, to make you mine. Words are not enough. I am obsessed with you.

Eloquence is needed. If all I have are words then you deserve to be wrapped in the soft red velvet of my speech. The prose of a great writer is required in order to justly describe the power of our sexual transaction. What made us like this? I derive pleasure from your insatiable need to be abused by me in order for you to be fulfilled. Were you spanked too much as a child? Were you not spanked enough? Either way, I will help. Read more »

An Unexpected Party [MC] [M+F] [BDSM]

Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.

Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6zrz83/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 2

(Lucas)

‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. Never dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.

Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.

‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I notice the mountain of files Simco is trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looks like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.

Again. Read more »

[NSFW] The Work Triangle [MMF]

All of us stood in the mail room, looking at various pieces of mail as our eyes would meet occasionally in child like stares. Our work may be in silence but that was not the story last night when we all met at the local bar Rubz. There is no certainty as to how this came to be but we found ourselves surrounding the object of our desire at the bar. His muscular athletic body drew us in like a drug invading our veins. Jack on one side and I sat on the other as I watched him rub his back. There was no objection from our desire, so I rubbed his bulge. He kept drinking beers as we caressed his body in total submission. Then he placed his beer glass on the counter and said,”lets go to my place.” Our hearts raced at the very thought of having our desire want us too. Read more »

recommend short intense pieces erotic pieces

My girlfriend really likes a bit of hot erotic literature to get her in the mood

Looking some short intense pieces a few paragraphs at most
She likes really stories about being dominated
Something like this

He bends you roughly over the desk, so your feet are still on the ground, your stomach and face are pressed up against the desk and your pussy and ass are hanging in mid-air, waiting for him to take you. You realize, shockingly, that you are wet. Not just a little, but dripping wet. Your brain screams that it doesn’t want him inside of you, but at the same time, the rest of your body desperately does. Fortunately, you think, you probably won’t have to wait too long for that to happen.

Anyone have any favorites/ stories/pieces that you could recommend

Dash Meteor, Chapter I: Crash Landing on an Unknown Planet [M/F]

He wakes up. The air is thick in his lungs. He attempts to slow his breathing to resist the foggy green foreign air. He looks around the small cockpit he is currently sprawled out on the floor off and sees he has crash landed into what appears to be a farm growing some sort of alien crop. He attempts to move and quickly grabs his left arm after a strong jolt of pain rang from his elbow. He slowly tries to stretch his legs and finds he is able to. He looks around, and after a few stressful moments, finds his gun resting in front of the chair, under the control panel. He grabs it with his good arm and becomes very still. He listens intently for a moment, but only hears a small flame. His ship is on fire. He looks to the upper left side of his control panel and slams the light blue button. A panel of the windowing pops open slightly but fails to rise entirely. He waits a beat as the sound of the fire grows, then puts the gun in his left hand and slams the fire escape with his right forearm and waist. The door budges open a bit more. Smoke is beginning to billow into the ship while the green fog swirls loosely around him. He jumps up and hits it again. It pushes a bit further. He grabs the gun with his right hand and climbs through the narrow opening. He sees the entire back half of his ship is in flames. He continues crawling until his feet are free and they begin to drag in the soft soil of this newfound planet. He scrambles onto his legs and runs as fast as he can. Read more »

The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]

The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.

The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests. Read more »

Space Explorer Crash Lands on an Unknown Planet [MF]

He wakes up. The air is thick in his lungs. He attempts to slow his breathing to resist the foggy green foreign air. He looks around the small cockpit he is currently sprawled out on the floor off and sees he has crash landed into what appears to be a farm growing some sort of alien crop. He attempts to move and quickly grabs his left arm after a strong jolt of pain rang from his elbow. He slowly tries to stretch his legs and finds he is able to. He looks around, and after a few stressful moments, finds his gun resting in front of the chair, under the control panel. He grabs it with his good arm and becomes very still. He listens intently for a moment, but only hears a small flame. His ship is on fire. He looks to the upper left side of his control panel and slams the light blue button. A panel of the windowing pops open slightly but fails to rise entirely. He waits a beat as the sound of the fire grows, then puts the gun in his left hand and slams the fire escape with his right forearm and waist. The door budges open a bit more. Smoke is beginning to billow into the ship while the green fog swirls loosely around him. He jumps up and hits it again. It pushes a bit further. He grabs the gun with his right hand and climbs through the narrow opening. He sees the entire back half of his ship is in flames. He continues crawling until his feet are free and they begin to drag in the soft soil of this newfound planet. He scrambles onto his legs and runs as fast as he can. Read more »

Welcome back, Chell – Part 3 (Portal 2, spoilers)

[Link to the much tamer Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6xq9cu/welcome_back_chell_part_1_portal_2_spoilers/)

[Link to the graphic Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6y13wp/welcome_back_chell_part_2_portal_2_sequel_spoilers/)

[Trigger warning, but also spoilers for this story](/non-consensual)

Chell woke to the still-lingering feeling of bliss. She felt surprisingly warm for someone sleeping naked in a cold cold lab.

Curious, she thought. It seems GlaDOS covered her in a blanket while she was dozed off. She wondered what that meant.

Chell stretched, and let out a yawn. When was the last time she’d just had a nap like this at Aperture Science. Always testing. Always running, jumping, fighting for her life. A girl could used to being allowed to nap. Maybe for science lol, she thought.

“Oh… good. You’re up.”

“Test results… uhh, test results are in, Chell. You, umm… you are a lab certified whore,” GlaDOS stuttered.

Chell couldn’t help but notice how GlaDOS seemed a little off. What is from the last test?

GlaDOS paused and seemingly composed herself.

“I, uh, I reviewed the last test chamber’s conclusions. I have identified 8 erogenous zones and the physiological responses to them when stimulated….” Read more »