Category: eroticliterature

Powerless (New here, Please critique)

You wake up. Groggy and confused, slowly realizing you don’t recognize your surroundings. In fact, you have no clue where you are. Your eyes are dry, you want to wipe them clean but you can’t, your arms are tied tightly behind your back. You can’t free them, no matter how hard you try. You try to look around, but there’s a strap pressed tightly around your neck. You squirm, it’s useless. Your consciousness begins to return. You’re completely bound and tied down. Your knees are bent and splayed out to your sides. Your heels are tied snuggly to your thighs. You’re on your back in a dimly lit room. Some soft red-light glows from somewhere behind you. You slowly look around, searching for something, anything. Your heart starts to pound, you’re tied tightly to a bed, and you completely naked.

“You’re awake” a rough voice growls from behind you. “I was beginning to think of have to leave you here”

It only takes a second, but you recognize that voice, your master’s voice. Daddy’s voice. Your pussy spasms involuntarily. My voice drives you wild, the power. The desire builds slowly, deep inside you. Read more »

The Library

The library was an open looking building made of a well shaped white stone and huge panes of glass that glittered in the early summer sun. The wind was warm but refreshing as it rushed by her small dress and bare legs. If she hadn’t been so late, she may have had time to enjoy the way the trees on campus were reflected off the library’s soaring windows, or how blue the sky looked in contrast to the few bright fluffy clouds that floated across the sky. Her sandals made slapping noises as she skipped up the steps to the building’s front door, her mind focused only on how many minutes she was late.

She pushed her way through the front door, and the cool breeze from inside made goosebumps rise along her white legs. She was almost forty minutes late to her group project because she had fallen asleep at home, and had only woken up moments ago. The sweat that had risen on her body from the summer heat was cooling on her skin and she shivered.
There were only a few people in the main lobby, and none of them were in the group she was apart of. Two people were talking by the doors, and another person was sitting on one of the chairs from the entryway. She glanced in his direction and realized she recognized him from one of her morning classes, and found him attractive, but had never gotten his name. All she knew of him were the color of his eyes; blue. Read more »

punish me – ms. carter [rough] [MF]

Rough sex. Public sex. Forced sex. I experienced all three a week ago. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed so much to the point where I didn’t know if I was covered in my cum, his cum, or both.

He pushes the button to the 30th floor. As soon as the elevator doors close he grips my blouse and pins me up against the wall. My body trembles as he puts his hands all over me. He forcefully presses his lips against mine. I feel him lick my lower lips seeking an entrance. His tongue slips inside of my mouth. He kisses me once, twice, three times and I realize it’s not enough. It’s as if he’s breathing into my lungs.

<15th floor>

I knot my fists in his shirt pulling him closer against me. I kiss him harder and deeper with an urge that I’ve never felt before. He traces his tongue onto my lips, teeth, and tongue. He bites my lip and I gasp. I try and push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them by my sides. I can’t move. His grip is too strong. His entire mouth continues to consume mine. This feeling of helplessness turns me on even more. Read more »

girl’s night. [threesome]. she’s a squirter. – ms. carter [FFF]

It’s girl’s night and I’ve started drinking at 5:00 pm. My best friend, Amber and I are hanging out with a girl we’ve just met, Leslie. We decided to pre-drink at my place then go to a bar and strip club.

Leslie is the first to arrive at my apartment. I play some upbeat tunes and take out booze I’ve been chilling. We start chatting and crack open a can of cider and take two shots of vodka. A few minutes pass by. We’re both tipsy, singing, and dancing. “I’m going to get ready. What are you wearing?” she asks. I look at her and smile, “A red dress. Feel free to use anything in my bathroom.” She picks up her bag and walks to the bathroom. I see her begin to strip down. I catch a glimpse of her body. Her skin is beautifully bronzed. She has a petite figure with size C breasts and a nice ass. Read more »

My girlfriend’s sexy stockings

I remember the first time I saw you wearing the stockings, the transparent black material with the dark crossing lines covering your feet, you looked so sexy in them, I wanted to trace their outline till the end, I wanted to lay you down on your desk at work, hold your feet in my hands and take your shoes off, I wanted to admire how pretty your feet were, I wanted to caress your feet upwards, I wanted to touch your calf with the thin silky material under my hand, I wanted to squeeze your calf and hear you moan. 

 

I trace upwards and I find the end of it just below your knee, oh sweet journey, I didn’t want you to end but it did, I caress the back of your knees with my fingers under your skirt, you are so modest with your kneea together, I pull your skirt upwards to reveal the beauty of your legs, they look gorgeous in the stockings, I stop just as I reach your knee, I bend closely and I kiss the border of the stockings, one side at a time. Read more »

(Masochist + Sadist) Summer orchard

With her feet dangling off the edge of the porch she took a deep breath, absorbing the serenity of her surroundings; the soothing breeze brushing across the orchard, the smell of freshly ripened apples growing in the trees, and the cold wet grass under her feet tickling her as she swung them to and fro. Completely lost in the tranquility of the moment she failed to notice the screen door creak open.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

Barely able to gather herself “Hmm? Oh, yeah sorry” she replied.

“Well I picked a few this morning if you would like some?” he proclaimed.

Without hesitation “Yes please.”

Getting up she walked towards the door, opening it he motioned for her to go first. The moment she set foot inside she spotted the apples on the countertop, the crimson color contrasted with the room.

Walking towards them she felt a tug at her arm,

“Now now, I picked those. If you want one, they aren’t free” he stated.

“Oh? And what must I do for them?” she questioned.

“Fruit for fruit, I’ll take whatever your body has to offer” he declared. Read more »

She shouldn’t have made me wait so long. [MF][1st][cheat][interr]

I was already clenching my jaw. I was damned near growling, actually.

I would control myself — for now — but she really shouldn’t have made me wait this long.

I focused on what still needed to happen first.

I had invited her to this lunch. I was therefore hosting, technically, so I arrived at the restaurant early. I chose a table outside, under an umbrella, to showcase our Miami winter for my tourist friend. It was probably a bit silly. I knew Morocco didn’t lack for sunshine, breezes, and beaches. Still, I wanted to set the stage correctly, and this was right.

I sat down as the waiter set menus on the table, poured water, and started rambling. I smiled and nodded… but I wasn’t listening. Keeping my composure was going to be more difficult than I had expected. My guest certainly wouldn’t notice; I was as experienced at these types of meetings as she was inexperienced. But still… the wait. I wanted her, and it was affecting me. Read more »

One of the his test things I’ve read [cheat]

Narrative Pt. II: Initial Sexual Encounters

From independent counsel Kenneth Starr’s report to the House on President Clinton. Some of the language in these documents is sexually explicit.

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II. 1995: Initial Sexual Encounters
Monica Lewinsky began her White House employment as an intern in the Chief of Staff’s office in July 1995. At White House functions in the following months, she made eye contact with the President. During the November 1995 government shutdown, the President invited her to his private study, where they kissed. Later that evening, they had a more intimate sexual encounter. They had another sexual encounter two days later, and a third one on New Year’s Eve.

A. Overview of Monica Lewinsky’s White House Employment

Monica Lewinsky worked at the White House, first as an intern and then as an employee, from July 1995 to April 1996. With the assistance of family friend Walter Kaye, a prominent contributor to political causes, she obtained an internship starting in early July, when she was 21 years old.(131) She was assigned to work on correspondence in the office of Chief of Staff Leon Panetta in the Old Executive Office Building.(132) Read more »

Tiny Little Slip Pt 1[F/F]

Authors Note: A great friend of mine read my previous story in another sub and requested a story. This is part one. I normally don’t write female/female so any feeback and criticism is welcome. Thank you.

*Ding*

Michelle stared at her phone as she laid in bed, frustrated at her fiance. Mark was, as usual, being selfish. They both agreed that 6 months before the wedding, they should refrain from physical acts beyond a light kiss. When Mark kept pushing, they talked it out and decided maybe he should take the last two months at home with his parents. Allow them each time apart to appreciate each other more in wedded bliss. It wasn’t easy, she missed him terribly, but she knew the wait would be worth it. Read more »

Mother May I Part 3

Dear Diary,

My relationship with Victor has taken an interesting turn. Since he moved back into the house with me our relationship had been all but perfect, we spend time together often and have formal dates out. We have been a happy couple with an amazing sex life and have experimented with a lot of new things, but what happened tonight is something I had never expected.

Earlier this week my daughter Lexi came home from college for a visit, she had gone off to college in Europe at 17 with a scholarship, I was a very proud mother. We kept in touch but I hadn’t seen her in person for over a year. When she came home I barely recognized her, she reminded me of myself at that age. Her long brunette hair curled around her pink cheeks, she had started wearing tight denim shorts that hugged her firm, round ass, her perky young breasts peaking out of a sheer top. She was gorgeous and so grown up, the three of us spent the week together as a normal family, we didn’t tell Lexi about our relationship but we had a feeling she knew something was going on. Read more »