Category: eroticliterature

(Masochist + Sadist) Winters Warmth

As she lies on the couch wrapped tightly in her favorite blanket trying to stay warm, she realizes the coffee she prepared was just out of arms reach on the table. Trying to manage a way to reach it without compromising her cocoon of warmth she ultimately realized that it was just too far. She called out for him, knowing he might be willing to help.

“What did you need?”He asked as he slowly entered the living room.

“The coffee on the table, it’s too far” She stated with a frown.

“Then get up and get it” he replied as he chuckled.

“But it’s too cold” she whined.

He walked up to her, slowly running his hand across the blanket towards her throat taking hold of it. As his grip tightened he leaned in next to her ear and whispered,

“There are better ways to warm you up.”
She gasped, unable to fight back with the blanket restraining her. His right hand began unraveling the blanket holding her down, just before she could speak he quickly leaned in pressing his lips to hers muffling her. As he finished removing the blanket she began quivering from the cold and excitement taking over, a small sacrifice needed to be made to stay warm. Read more »

Deep, M/F (light exhibitionism, billionaire, alpha male)

Story up to this point:

Gina is a non-profit executive at the peak of a wildly successful career. She receives an invitation to interview for the job of her dreams: director of a not for profit aquarium funded by Chicago’s wealthiest, most mysterious investor: Jonah Kinsey. We join her as she finds herself alone in Jonah’s office, which is a room in a bubble of glass *at the bottom* of his aquarium’s enormous main tank. Enjoy!

xoxo

She drifted to the far wall. A few feet from the glass, she caught a rare glimpse of her reflection in it. She took the opportunity to double check her makeup for smudging. A pencil skirt that hugged her near-hourglass frame perfectly. The three-inch heels that Mr. Stalwart Security Guard despised. Her legs were long and muscular from years of morning pilates and jogging. She had the slightest bump at her belly, a curve so stubborn she’d almost come to love it. It filled her curving frame out. A chest that sometimes drew sidelong glances at the gym, but nothing she ever wrote home about. Just enough shape to, from a distance, catch your eye. Read more »

The Mad King’s Road: A Sexy Show For The Envoy [M/F, fantasy, oral, vaginal, voyeur, exhibitionism, romance]

THE STORY SO FAR: The busty young Dwarven woman Brunhilde and her new human husband Mathir have spent the better part of a year traveling by caravan from the Southern Continent to the North. Along the way, they befriend a handsome diplomat from the Kingdom of Raelen named Tobias.

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All twenty-two wagons with their seventy passengers, drivers, traders, and families, plus the twenty outriding guards and seventeen free riders attached to Ruckus’s Caravan, set out on the Mad King’s Road shortly after mid-morning. A drizzling rain started shortly afterward, following them along the broad stone-paved road for hours.

The Mad King’s Road was the longest, most durable, and most advanced road in all the known worlds. Legend had it that over eight hundred years before one of the first emperors of the Darlani Empire, Lantis II, ordered it to stretch from his capital city of Algren in the west to the port city of Havenmoor on the east coast, almost a continent’s span away. Then, becoming obsessed to the point of madness, he ordered the road extended south as well from Havenmoor, his vast army pushing forward to conquer and hold many strange lands in an ever thinning corridor so the road could be built. Lantis II spent ever increasing amounts of treasure and manpower on the road, thinking it would bring him some kind of immortality. But as he became older and his grip on the throne weakened, the construction of the road broke his kingdom’s coffers and the Darlani Empire fell into a savage civil war that lasted decades. Read more »

just looking for information about 1 particular author, KinkyBelle

was backtracking erotica related subreddits and came across a really great writer, KinkyBelle. she seemed to be a regular writer in erotica forums across the internet but abruptly disappeared due to plagarism from other people.

i’m just curious if any new writing from her resurfaced or if she is now selling published books somewhere???? I’d love to read more of her work…

in the meantime, if anyone is also a fan, can you recommend me some good reads similar to her style and calibre??

Keys

Dim the lights,

As I find the right key.

Your red silk dress,

Will be a soaked mess before I leave.

Your flawless body

Propped up on the piano.

Your voice sounds like that of angel

With your legs wrapped around my head.

I want to make you beg for nights like this.

When you need satisfaction,

Call on my lips.

I’ll be never be afraid to show you

How much I missed being a part of you.- Xavier Mendoza

i don’t know if this goes here but i was really horny last night

i imagine the weight of your body on mine. i imagine your smooth, muscular back flexing beneath my fingers as i run them down the length of your spine. i imagine your shirtless chest, my eyes making their way down your sculpted body, enjoying every inch of you, your shoulders, your chest, your abs,…. your cock. i imagine your fingers tracing over my body leaving a trail of electricity along the surface of my skin. i imagine your lips… on my neck, on my breast, on my lips. I imagine my body wrapped around yours, legs tangled, chest to chest, moving together, breathing together, climaxing together.

Summer Heat [MMF]

“Oh my god, it is so HOT,” Ashley groaned, leaning back in her chair, frantically fanning herself with a binder. Sweat rolled down her bronzed skin, soaking the white tank top she was wearing. Her dark brown hair, long enough to reach the middle of her back, was rolled into a tight bun to combat it frizzing and wiltering in the intense heat.

Ashley was a nineteen year-old college student, major currently undeclared. Against her parent’s wishes, she had decided to live off-campus this semester, sharing a house with two roommates. What her parents didn’t know, and what would have almost certainly made them forbid her from her current living situation, was that her roommates were both boys. Ashley preferred it that way, though. She had always been a tomboy growing up, and living with a group of girls made her uncomfortable – for some reason she never felt like she really fit in with other girls, always feeling more at place talking to boys. And besides, Mike and Jared were both boys that she had been close friends with growing up, it’s not like they were complete strangers. Read more »

Tied [MF]

He wakes up and finds himself alone in bed. He gets up to check if she left. Stepping out of the bedroom, he finds her standing in the kitchen. She’s in her black babydoll, satin flowing over her curves, barely covering her delicious ass. She’s dicing tomatoes by the kitchen sink. She opens the cupboard overhead and grasps for a bowl; she’s too short. Standing on her toes, she reaches again, higher. Her babydoll is pulled up. He glimpses her lace pink panties hugging her ass; his favorite pair. He approaches her stealthily and holds her body from behind.

“Morning.” His arms wrap around her abdomen, his palms resting on her groin.

“Hey you.” She turns her head to the side and kisses his cheek quickly.

He extends his tongue and slides it over her neck slowly. His tongue reaches her earlobe.

“I’m cutting the…” He takes her earlobe between his lips and starts sucking on it slowly.

The knife slows down as it slices through the tomato skin. She closes her eyes enjoying his touch.

“Ouch!” She flinches. The knife dipped into her skin; a bleeding finger. He sees a small drop of blood oozing out from the tip of her index finger. Read more »

[FF] Before dawn, tired lust

How did we even get here? There was the club: neon and cheap vodka and lipstick in the cracked mirror. Then the bus ride. The city lights smeared lines of gold. Then a café, tea for Holly, coffee for me. A drunk with a bible gets freebies from the Greek sandwich jockey. Punks and hipsters make an uneasy truce by the jukebox. Ah now I remember. She says I should stay over. I stay over at Holly’s a lot these days.

The balcony. Small, a potted rosemary tries to become a tree. Basil, oregano, marjoram, overlap and interlink, savoury perfume. There is rain coming in. Undercloud glows like the cherry of a lucky strike. Holly hands me a gin. Sharp lemon, bitter tonic, sweet Bombay. Fizzle and snap on my dozy lips.

Then her lips. I didn’t see that coming. I like to pretend I’m innocent. Don’t you? She isn’t there and then she is. We are touching, finding places to put down the tumblers. Mustn’t spill. What would our mothers think? I have a skirt and a tee, she leggings and crop. She is short. She kisses my top lip with hers, then the bottom. Her hand moves up my leg. I cup her through her skinsuit. Read more »