Category: eroticliterature

The Train Ride [Anal] [Blow Job] [Trans] [M25/F29]

Trains are my preferred method for long distance travel. It is much nicer, much more relaxing than sitting in a stupid car. I love watching out of the window. I love watching the landscape passing by. And I love train conversations with your fellow travelers. I had a lot of them over the years. Some interesting ones, some generic ones, but never a boring one.

But one ride will stay in my memory forever. It was a few years ago. I was about 25 years old back then. I booked one seat next to the window, the place next to me stayed empty. No reservation, nothing. A few stops later she showed up. She politely asked me if the place next to mine was free. I quickly put away the stuff I dumped onto the empty chair and offered her the seat. I did that through nodding with my head. I was unable to speak. Damn it, she was a gorgeous, a damn fucking hot 29 year old. Read more »

Horny College Girls Try Video Chat [FF20/M20]

My best friend, Jennifer, and I are in college. We go to a small, liberal arts college which typically have a lot more girls than guys in attendance. This makes dating and hookups tricky. Sometimes it feels like slim pickings here. Jennifer and I bitch about this a lot, and sometimes our conversations get pretty explicit. We are both pretty conventionally attractive women, me with dark blonde hair, green eyes, soft curves and warm face and Jennifer with darker skin; small, perky tits; and dark brown hair. Maybe we are spoiled but we did get male attention…it was just never reciprocated.

One night in the fall of our junior year, we met up after not seeing each other for months, and decided to drink some wine and watch *Euphoria*. The show is super fucked up, but we both love the acting, writing, and direction. Some of the scenes are pretty explicit and all the dick in the show had us a little thirsty. After a glass or two and a few episodes down, we decided to move to something else. Feeling a little bold, we logged onto a video chatting website and decided to find at least one dude who was trying to get off. Jennifer and were lying next to each other on my bed and we set up the camera facing our way. Read more »

The Warrior of East Veria’s Final Fight [M32/F29] [Rape] [Battle] [Rough] [Fantasy] [Size Difference] [Snuff]

TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on

Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy

Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she thought to herself.

Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was going to have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.

The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, eager to get this over with. Read more »

The Spoils of War Pt. 1 (Dub-con)

To the Victor goes the spoils…

That’s what they always said. Through the many years of the wars that took over our land. The Orcs and Elves have always been at each other’s throats. Fighting constantly, striving to wipe each other off the face of the planet.

Our story starts in the small farming town of Landau. An elven farm town just outside one of the major cities. Swept up in a war that stretched across decades. The oncoming orc army quickly swallowed the small town. Taking all of the harvest and taking many prisoners. The leader of the Army, Yatog, was one of the Chief war lords of the Orc kingdom. She was known for being especially brutal to the prisoners of war.

After the surrender of the village folk the able bodied were brought to Yatog as gifts. Three men and five women. “So glad the pointy ears still provide good slaves for us.” She laughed along with the rest of the band of orcs. “I’m taking this one!” She barked, picking up the tallest Elf and taking him to her chambers. She gave the other two men to her sisters and the women to the soldiers. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hound IV

Chains of the Mind

They say the worst chains are the ones we forge in our own mind. I don’t know why that image has been resonating with me so powerfully lately, but I think it must be true. I never noticed how badly I was burdened by them, how much I was bound by them, until I met Michael and his hypnotherapy began to free me from them.

I looked in the mirror after my shower. I was fifty two years old, not in the same shape that I was when I left the infantry, but three daughters had left me with even rounder breasts and ass than I had before, and I was always on the Jessica Rabbit side of buxom. My long hair was still red, but you could see silver threads here and there in it if you looked hard enough. I used to. I used to worry that time was marching on, and I no longer loved the person I saw in the mirror. I no longer lusted for life, no longer charged the next day like a wolf running down prey, but trudged into it like a drone. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hound III

I was waiting at the Michael’s office, Leashholder Therapy, doing post run stretches. The three km was enough to build up a good sweat and really loosen up my muscles, but it gave me too much time to think about Michael. Every time I stopped myself from thinking about Michael, I found myself thinking of Pan and Priapus, his two Great Danes and the threatening red rockets they sported when they sniffed my arousal. I shut down that line of thought, but it only brought me back to remembering Michael reaching down to help me up. In my mind, he was no longer reaching down to help me up, but to put a stainless steel choke collar on me, as he had his two dogs. I tried to remember how Michael looked when we were both standing, but in my mind, I only wanted to see him from the position of kneeling in front of him.

God I am glad I sweat. No woman in the world may have ever said that, because sweat is embarrassing. It is less embarrassing than what it hides. I am so glad I ran the three km to get here, because otherwise the wetness of my yoga pants would advertise to Michael that my pussy was soaked to the point I had no choice but to run to a man not my husband to confess my problem. Read more »

Coming Back Home Pt. 05 [Deep Throat] [Anal] [M33/F25]

[*Part I to III are over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/vis4qm/coming_back_home/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*.* [*Part IV is over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/vr8dn5/coming_back_home_part_ii/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. I advice you to read those parts first. Enjoy your read.*

**Episode V – Cure That Morning Wood**

On Saturday morning I woke up next to a naked pizza delivery girl. She still looked gorgeous. I cured my morning wood while watching at her boobs. It felt great. But she woke up. She saw what I was doing. She got really angry. She told me to stop: “Wake me up the next time I sleep next to you. It is my duty to cure your urges.”

A few seconds later my dick was down her throat. She took me balls deep. Some tears were running down her cheeks. She even gagged on my rock hard dick. But she kept on going. She even tried to swallow my balls too. Unfortunately she failed. So she squeezed them with her hands. Her doing felt nothing but awesome.

I was close to an orgasm pretty fast. She kept on going. My moaning was filling my bedroom. My body trembled. My balls emptied themselves down her throat. She tried to squeeze every last drop of cum out of my balls. She swallowed every last drop of my load. Then she whispered in my ear: “We are not done here.” Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hounds II

I looked at the card. It was 0530hrs, and too early to call. I looked to see if there was any other contact information, and there was a link to a website.

LeashholderTherapy.org

I felt a shot of lightning begin in my brain, arc across my nipples, arch my spine almost to the snapping point before igniting my pussy.

Leash holder. Michael as the leash holder. Michael as MY leash holder. I cupped my hands to my breasts and began to stroke the sides.

His dogs were brutes, massive dominant fierce creatures but he had them under absolute control. They didn’t fear him, they obeyed him naturally. He was the leash holder, they were his. She remembered being on her knees in front of him, head on the level with the collared dogs, she remembered the shock of desire in her core to see him like that. To see him from her knees.

Caressing my breasts, allowing her fingers to graze my nipples but not grasp them, I thought about reaching for my vibrator, but stopped. No, He didn’t tell me to use it. I pinched my nipples and groaned, remembering the huge red threatening length of Pan and Priapus. Huge cocked dogs who looked at her like a bitch in heat. Who made her feel like a bitch in heat. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hounds

Hypnosis and the Hounds

I don’t like to jog on trails where I will meet other people. I dress for comfort when I jog, because regardless of what they say about women not sweating; “we glow”, that isn’t me. I spent ten years in the Infantry, and we sweat.

I spent the same ten years squeezing the boobs I had into the bras that were available. These bras were not large enough for said boobs, stood out a few inches from my chest, died in about four months, and gave me long term back problems that I now get to enjoy.

The cure for back issues is core strength, so I work out a lot. I also jog because I do like my deserts, and they love my ass more than I love what they do to my ass. This means I jog in your standard white girl uniform of Lulu lemon paint on yoga pants and a sports bra. The sports bra keeps my 48G from moving around too much at a low jog, and flattens them a lot, but there is only so much they can do to hide the fact that the boobs match the ass, and pretty much all of it is on display when I jog. Hence, jogging in the woods where I am not meeting ten thousand judgy twig bitches with curve inferiority complexes and ten thousand pervs who seem to think shouting comments that I hated in high school will suddenly work on me now that I am teaching high school. Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 01 -Intro (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

Before I say this and you roll your eyes at me thinking I’m crazy or want to lock me up.

I want you to do ONE thing for me.

I WANT you to keep an OPEN mind and not judge me.

Can you do that?

Ok here it is……the supernatural is ***real***!!!

That’s right I said it.  

Ghosts are real.  Faeries are real.  

And **monsters** are real.

How do I know that?  

Simple I’m about to interview with a slime monster to be their host for the next year.

Ok I may have exaggerated about ghosts and faeries being real.  But if I’m about to be the host to a slime monster the rest has to be real.  Right?

I know you may be asking yourself **why** *I* would be the host to a slime monster.

Well the answer is easy if you think about it…….money.  $250,000 per month for a year to be exact.

Anyone with two brain cells would know this was a no brainer.

My name is Megan Landers.  And I’m 19 years old. Read more »