Category: eroticliterature

How Megan made me her bitch

Her low cut white top was almost see-through, she must have had some strapless bra because you could see her perfectly tanned collarbone and as far as the eye could see. That shirt was ridiculous on her. Megan was a tall, blue eyed, dirty blonde millennial standing about five foot eight and knew how to flaunt her natural Ds and blue eyes. She spent an hour in the gym each morning, so while she wasn’t ripped, she was toned. A tanning salon patron with a few black tattoos running up her side and on her legs, she was smoking hot. When the sun hit her arms, it looked like a suntan lotion commercial where the tiny blonde hairs on her arms glistened against the sand.

Megan and I knew each other from work. I was her boss for two years at small car dealership. It was a small operation and not what many people think of that type of company. We weren’t a sleazy bunch and had a good reputation in town. I had just gotten over being left by my college sweetheart after six years. Megan and I weren’t really friends, as my girlfriend Jen was outwardly unhappy with any exchanges Megan and I would have at our frequent enough encounters at one of the very few places in town to have a few drinks. Read more »

The Cheerleader – Part 5

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5bcvcg/the_cheerleader_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5c28ev/the_cheerleader_part_2/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5cwf5j/the_cheerleader_part_3/)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5dop40/the_cheerleader_part_4/)

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As I take bearing of my situation, I feel the device in my pussy start vibrating. It’s a different sensation than what I’ve felt with other vibrators though; it’s doing more than just vibrate. The part inside me was slowly moving and bending and then straightening back up, just like a finger lifting up and then making a slight “come here” motion before straightening back up. The external part completely covered my clit. The side against my skin was soft, which meant my clit pressed up into it and was being cradled on all sides by the vibrator.

I gasp as it starts and very quickly pushes me to the edge. I arch my back and thrust my hips forward, but then I hear Kristen say, “Now now, we don’t want that to happen yet.” I see her press a button on a device in her hand and the vibrating speed goes way down. It must be a remote control. The vibration has gone down enough that I can barely feel it. I let out a long sigh as I try to will my body to relax as much as possible. This respite is very short lived. I felt the vibration increase a little. I expected it to increase more, but for at least 10 minutes it stayed at a speed that was to low to get me close to orgasm, but fast enough to keep me extremely horny. Read more »

To My Girlfriend.

[Disclaimer! This isn’t ‘sexy’, it’s not arousing, it’s about what eroticism means. To me and my girlfriend. Yes, I’m bi. I hope that the below, written for my partner, is something that reaches peoples hearts. xxx]

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Love is a devalued word, a commodity, bandied around with a gay abandon. “I love you,” at the end of a phone call. “Love you” on teddy bear paws. It’s all around, ubiquitous and cloying.

The Greeks, in antiquity, were able to describe the mixed connotations of love with far more clarity, and these words have found their meandering way into our current tongue.

Erotic is love, specifically sexual.

Filial is love, specifically between equals; often families.

Agape is love, specifically between God and us.

When we consider love, between partners, we are discussing a confluence of eroticism and filial affection. The tender interplay and flow of these two flavours of love is what, to my mind, gives life to a relationship and defines our partnerships.

I love my girlfriend with the equality of a sister; I want to protect and nurture her, to help her and shield her from harm. Read more »