Category: eroticliterature

Erotic Flash Fiction (M/F/F)

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” he said while his cock was deep inside of me.

I rocked against him, my hands flanking his head. My clit was happier than she’d ever been, rubbing herself on his body, my favorite body.

“You sure you want to know?” I grinned, licking my lips before biting the lower one. I was lost in a fantasy and was pretty sure he was picking up on it. He was good like that. Nothing got passed this man.

“Always.” he slid his hands up my thighs.

I leaned down and got close to his face, hips still grinding, my clit still singing. “Well. I’m in the middle of imagining that Elizabeth is with us and she’s the one sitting on your cock.” I paused waiting for a response. She’s a mutual friend of ours that we both want to fuck. It’s been a running joke between us as to who was going to get her first.

“Go on.” he encouraged. Read more »

The Orcs’ Game [MM] [sadism] [Trans]

The misty morning air washed like rushing water over my nakedness as I sprinted madly through the wood, my heavy metal boots clanking with every step. I had been given no covering but the boots, and a series of bold red streaks of warpaint, to cover my shame, and I stood out like a virgin in a whorehouse. What was more, I was dreadfully tired. My captors had kept me up all the previous night in preparation for this day; the memories of their pleasure flooded back all at once, and I shuddered at the thought of what would befall me if I was caught.

My chest heaved with effort, and I staggered badly as my feet struck the rocks that littered the forest floor. Swearing silently, I picked up the pace, praying to every god and friendly spirit I knew of. The red paint that covered my body set like a bonfire against the green of the woods; I tried desperately to scrub it away, but try as I might it did not even smudge. Some profane alchemical concoction, or a spell of some kind, but it did not matter; the boots themselves, which were locked to my feet by a heavy iron padlock, and which were designed with tall thick heels that forced me up onto my toes like a deer, made enough noise to rouse an army of dead. Either contraption would be a curse on its own, but together they destroyed any hope of stealth. If I could only reach the edge of the forest, I might find a friendly settlement, might yet escape my fate. If I could only- Read more »

Free Use as Punishment 1.2: Jacob

[World Description.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6hqrpj/free_use_as_punishment_story_0_exposition/?st=J41IKCGE&sh=4f30dc7d)

Jacob was awoken by the sounds of action outside. He was sitting in front of his van-well, not his van, technically, his job’s-waiting for Lilliana’s court order.

“Hey! Mackerel! Wake up!” he called out to his partner, sleeping in shotgun. Mackerel, whose actual name was Mark, was a techy guy. For what job, though?

See, FUP devices are not a punishment by themselves. They would rely on an outside force, a civilian, to deliver the punishment. This means that the punishment is inconsistent, a big no no.

And so, FUP-Free Use Punishers-was formed. This division was built so that the government can ensure the target is sexually punished as intended. Jacob and Mackerel’s assignment was Lilliana.

Standard protocol required them to park outside the courthouse in which their target’s trial was taking place. This ensured that, if the sentence was an FUP device, the agents would be there immediately.

“Hey! Mackerel!” he slapped him, and fairly roughly. Mackerel was a shrimp, but he was good with tech, and most importantly-he wasn’t interested in carrying out the punishment. This meant that Jacob could be the one to do it, while he drove. Read more »

Free Use as Punishment 1.1: Liliana

[World Description](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6hqrpj/free_use_as_punishment_story_0_exposition/?st=J40MI346&sh=043d76f0)

Lilliana was an infamous-well, as infamous as smugglers get- smuggler. Between her and her clever brother, they managed to get at least 5 tons of cocaine across the southern border. How?

Well, her brother, Igor, was more than just clever-he was always one step ahead. Shame for him that Lilliana’s rashness got them caught-but then again, were it not for her seducing all those guards, they would have been caught a long time ago.

And so, Lilliana sat in court as the Judge made the final decisions. She didn’t bother buying her own lawyer-she knew they had all the evidence. The question was her punishment.

“Lilliana, do you plead guilty?” called out the Judge. It was clear he enjoyed being in the limelight, considering just how many cameras there were.

Lilliana simply puckered her lips-painted jet black, like her clothes and nails- and said, confidently: “Yes.” she confirmed. Considering just how harshly she had fought to avoid arrest, this decision seemed to confuse everyone else.

“Alright, Lilliana. It is clear that the trial is largely unnecessary. Now, your punishment…” he says as he began sifting through. She found herself sitting up in her chair. Jail, probably. Read more »

Free Use as Punishment Story 0: Exposition

I’m going to use this ‘chapter’ as a way to describe the world in more detail than just the two sentences normally used.

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In this world, the legal system is a tad less restrictive on the sexual crimes. Rape charges are nowhere near in seriousness as murder charges.

However, a new punishment, not one seen in our real world, is available. Free Use Punishment. Basically, an individual will be marked as Free Use for a set amount of time, indicated by a special ankle bracelet that turns off once the sentence completes.

One should note that these punishments are not only applied to sex-related crimes; IE, one who is sentenced to wear a bracelet might be simply a bank robber, and not a rapist themselves.

While the punishment is active, anybody may take sexual advantage of the one who is punished this way. Although more mild variants exist, there are FUP bracelets that allow full on rape. Leeway is allowed for those who begin the rape during the sentence but are not done when the sentence completes, although these are reviewed on a case by case basis.

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[MF] Becoming my Boss’s Slave part 2

It had been a few days since I had seen Alex Chain at work, so my life was back to normal. I was attending training sessions, learning more about the world of finance, and planning out my future career. I tried to pretend and tell myself that I didn’t care about him not calling me or showing up to see me, but it was obvious by how often I looked over toward the door during course sessions that I was only lying to myself.

Even if nothing else happened with Alex, I would have appreciated experiencing him. It was becoming clear that what I felt for him far surpassed lust. Actually, it felt as though I were falling for him, and hard.

After training that day, I was tired of arguing with myself about it and decided to try to find out where Alex was. I was walking out the door and turned to the receptionist, trying to appear as though I had just remembered to ask.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’ve seen Alex lately, I needed to ask him something about the material,” I said.
“He went to the Bahamas for the week,” she answered. “He tends to do that when he needs some time to go think over big business strategies.” Read more »

[MF, Succ I Guess]The Magician’s Folly

Wrote this at like 5am for a friend. It’s extremely rough around the edges but no harm letting it loose out there.

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The smoke cleared. Inside the circle stood a figure: the form of a copper-haired woman with an air as beautiful as it was menacing. The vanishing haze revealed a full body with red-tinted skin and a forked tail. The slightest of horns poked through her hair.

The apprentice began to panic. The summoning was never meant to actually complete and he’d not set up the runes to send the creature back. For his own safety he would have to bind it while he prepared its banishment. Fumbling for words he got halfway through his spell when the demon’s head turned and her eyes flashed red. With unnatural speed, she crossed the room and loomed over him, wearing an unreadable expression. The apprentice opened his mouth to speak and was cut short by the demon’s tail coiling around his throat. Read more »

The Serpent Pt 2

I managed to make it home without any more disturbing events, but every time I thought back to that incident in the study room, a cold sweat broke out over me. It felt *good*, but also terrifying. Things happened, but it felt like somebody was pulling my strings. He was. Or it was. Whatever. If he was there, he wasn’t being obvious about it, he wasn’t speaking to me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Kay. It was like she was under a spell. She couldn’t resist my commands, and what was more, she was barely trying to resist. Part of me, the part of me that liked to fantasize about power, really enjoyed that part.

I managed to avoid my parents after they came home, absolutely terrified that they might see what I was becoming, (leaking through or something), and completely freak out. “Yeah mom, I’m sharing my body with some unholy serpent demon who talks about tempting Eve back in the day. Normal teenager stuff, don’t worry”. Read more »

[Meta] Got Any Requests?

Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or just something you want to read? Just message me with some details.

The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)

The Serpent [MF, minor trans, mc]

I’ve had this idea rattling around in my head for a while, so please forgive me as this is effectively un-revised. Any feedback would be very much appreciated.

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I had found the old leather-bound book in a run-down secondhand bookstore. Honestly, my memories of it are blurry, probably deliberately so. He’s always there, and I get the distinct feeling that while he can’t control me completely, making sure I don’t think too hard about how this happened is well within his means.

It doesn’t matter. The long story short is that I’m not alone in my mind. It feels both alien and familiar at the same time.

So far he’s done nothing but.. whisper at me. Promises. Not even using words, it’s not like it’s a conversation in my head with somebody else. Impressions, implications… slightly otherworldly urges. I mean, I’m a guy, so I’m horny all the time, but I’m not used to feeling this… hunger. I mean, I’ve never done more than kiss a girl at this point, but my mind is filled with things right out of porno films… Read more »