Category: eroticliterature
The Virgin [MF]
So this is a bit of a long story, and I hope you enjoy it. The places in this story is real, but this story is fiction.
My name is Mike. This story takes place almost 9 years ago. 9 years ago, I lost my virginity to the one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I was 20, and she was 18.
I was in a small town called West Branch, Iowa. I had been living there for almost a year. I had started walking everywhere, so it became a daily routine of me walking everywhere I needed to go as I had no vehicle especially down this one long stretch of road.
Every day, I would get up at the same time and go walking down a 3 mile stretch of road and right around the same time each day, I would see this girl walking out onto road I was on. She also was going the direction I would be going as well.
Crème Fraîche – Humiliated by a group of girls on the train
This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.
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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.
As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”.
Finding erotic literature.
Can anybody help me… I have recently been reading people like, Georges Bataille – Story of the Eye and Pauline Reage – The Story of O, Ive been looking round and found other authors like Anais Nin and Jean de Berg. How whenever I do a search for erotica or erotic fiction I end up with a big list of E L James style mummy porn, can anybody recommend Authors, Books, Blogs, Websites, Groups where I can find similar books or information on this. Ive looked through good reads but all the groups seem to be newer authors. Any help is appreciated.
Please Help : Searching for a blog
Hi All,
I know this is a wild goose chase, but I am looking for a particular blog / story which was posted on this subreddit quite a while ago. I only remember the key words and some story portions which I will describe below. If anyone can direct me towards the required blog, I would be mighty grateful to them.
Key Excerpts:
Characters :
Caleb (Cross country runner)
Anne (Real Estate Broker – divorced)
Set in some “Shore”
It is about a young guy Caleb and a newly shifted to town real estate broker who hires him and the excapades they have. The story involved only the 2 of them initially then spread to having large scale orgies.
I have tried searching in every way possible but not able to locate this blog.
Any help is much appreciated.
Thanks
A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]
The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.
The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.
That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey.
“Hurry up behiima!” she taunted. “We must make it to the hills before sundown if we are to assure that there is no hope of your rescue.” It was maddening. With each bitter step I lessened my odds of freedom.
For a moment I struggled against my fetters and pulled on my leash. Seeing the look of fury in her eyes I felt instant regret.
She wheeled on me like a viper snapped her leather whip in the air. It was the type used to break unruly horses. Next it crossed my quivering skin. An angry red streak marked the path of her vengeance. She pulled me forward by my leash and grabbed the rear of my hair. I felt her knee in my back and dropped to the ground.
“You are a dog!” she spat. “And I will bring your fakhur spirit to heel or you will regret the first day you saw the sun rise.” She dug her knee into my kidney and waited. “Please!” I sputtered “no more.” She relaxed her grip a bit. “You will show me your regret” she said. “Lick my boots shariha!”
As the son of a sultan I could never submit myself so brazenly before an assassin, an outcast! My muscles twitched with rage and humiliation. She brought her whip down once upon my buttocks in a snap of pain and shoved my chin into her foot. With all the hatred man has ever felt i licked her boot. More ignominy and disgrace no prince since the days of Abraham has felt I am sure.
She hauled me up and steadied me, seeming calmer after bending me to her will.
She looked deep into my eyes. Her unusual venom green irises peering into my soul. “Come o ‘asir” she said not entirely without warmth. “We must make camp before sunset.”
The Slightest Touch [F] (Part 2)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5rgf1m/the_slightest_touch_f_part_1/)
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The two nurses were staring at me, their mouths agape. The doctor looked taken aback, but her professionalism quickly took over. “Well, that was certainly unexpected.”, she said. Doctor Grant continued, “This is something we need to discuss. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”
“Is there any chance we can just continue with the exam so I can get out of here?”, I asked meekly.
“I’m afraid not. You need to complete the exam to attend this school, and I cannot continue the exam until I am satisfied I can do so safely.”
Not entirely surprised by her answer, I replied “Fine, let’s get this done then. Ask away.”
“Okay, well, start with what you can tell me on your own and I will ask questions as needed. Start with answering the question, ‘Did you expect this to happen?’”
Wife succumbs to crush on husbands brother
It was nearing the end of the night. I’ve had a few beers in me, and a celebratory shot for the birthday girl. Dinner was light yet filling. Chicken, bacon wrapped asparagus, and sweet potatoes. Simple and delicious. The first floor bathroom was regularly occupied from everyone imbibing a bit too much. A standard birthday dinner with my husbands family, it’s a shame he often missed these gatherings due to work. I head upstairs to pee and take a minute to reflect. It’s rare that family get togethers go so smoothly for most people. How lucky am I to marry into a family that is so like-minded and laid back. Drinks all around, silly banter, intellectual conversation. I pee, wash up and linger a minute in the bathroom, make sure there’s no food in my teeth, and check the time. 9:51. It was getting late, some would laze on the couches while others headed outside to enjoy a few more drinks. The best part of any night; taking the time to enjoy a gathering the way you want to. I step out of the bathroom and was a bit taken aback by my brother in law standing there. He was waiting I suppose, and probably just taking a mental break. He always sort of startled me, but in a good way. He was incredibly tall, and towered over me as I’m only about 5′ 2″. His voice was so deep that it almost had two tones. The deep bellow, and the strong vibration that emanated as he spoke. A full head of eye-catching red hair and a genuine huge smile always plastered on his face. Interacting with him was always all encompassing. Most people were drawn to him, and he was a natural performer. His presence was always distracting. He effortlessly takes command of a room, a character no doubt.
“Heyyyy!!!” He bellowed out. He pulled me in for a hug. He was a hugger, always friendly and took the time to mingle one on one with people when given the chance. He was a little drunk and obviously enjoying himself.
“Enjoying the evening little miss Eva?”
“Of course!” I blushed a little, I could never help it.
“It’s nice to have you around, you really bring everyone together!”
“Hey, thanks! I love being with you guys. Everyone’s always bound to have a good time!”
“You stickin around for a bit longer?” He asked.
“Probably just a while longer, regular day tomorrow, so I can’t get too crazy.” I said with a bashful smile.
“That’s too bad, everyone was just talking about heading down by the pond and having a bonfire.”
“Awe, that sounds awesome, I really shouldn’t get too carried away though.”
“Oh, come on!” He jested.
“Okay, one more drink, then I should head home.” I complied.
“Alright!” He said with a grin.
“Baking Buns”: TV’s #1 Adult Cooking Show
Sharon Andrews was one of the hosts of a popular cooking show called ‘Baking Buns’. It followed all the standards of a normal cooking show—showing people how to cook delicious meals… but the hook of the show was the sexuality of it all. She, along with the other hosts, were practically naked, wearing nothing but aprons that exposed their bare behinds to their adoring fans every time the hosts turned around. They were vaguely shaped like clothes, in fact, Sharon was searching for someone to help tie her apron shut. She swore that the producers of the show were slowly shrinking her apron in order to appeal to viewers. The thing had started off as a mostly functional, but now the top looked like little more than a bikini top that was draped across her breasts. At least the bottom half was still functional, even it if felt eerily similar to a short skirt. She was a beautiful woman in her early forties with dark brown hair that flowed down her shoulders like a caramel cascade. She still had a nice figure and she was grateful that time had yet to take its toll. Her breasts, while not as big as some would like, were still perky handfuls that drew in a large amount of male viewers.