Hiding behind the door (m/f)

So the day begins like any other… You come out of the shower and are walking back to your room, still steaming from the hot water and slightly aroused from the thoughts you have had while touching your body. As you enter your room drying your hair you are unaware I am hiding behind the bedroom door. As you reach back to close the door you hear it slam this startles you. You try to remove your towel from your head but a hand grabs a hold of yours and tosses you to the bed. You begin to feel a warm flush run through your body as you feel me start to bind you to the bedhead. Hands first, then the feet. I remove the towel and replace it with a blindfold. You start to feel my lips moving over your body and the sensation of my tongue tasting you. Your pussy starts to throb with anticipation. My mouth now firmly fixed to your pussy as my tongue pushes inside of you. I taste how wet this is making you and I push my fingers inside of you to provoke a reaction. As I start to push my fingers along the top of your pussy, you feel my lips beside your ear as I whisper “tell me where you want my cock you dirty little slut”. You hesitate, overwhelmed by the possibilities, but it’s too late, the decision has been made for you. You feel me push my throbbing hard cock inside of your pussy and as I grab ahold of your breast, you feel my teeth bite down on the other. I grab your ankles and lift them above your head pushing them together as I drive my cock deep inside of you. You can feel how the grip of your pussy intensifies around my cock. You begin to breath heavily as my cock thrusts faster and faster. You feel yourself erupt between your legs. You begin to focus on my breathing and prepare to feel me unload my cum inside of you. Right as I hit my peak, I pull my cock out and shove it into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. It’s too much to handle. As I explode in your mouth you begin to choke a little but the orgasm is so intense you begin to suck and swallow as I cum in your mouth.

Forced in the woods [MFFFF]

This is a fantasy of mine.

I’m in the woods sitting by a tree all alone. Suddenly, 4 or 5 girls walk up and start talking to me. A couple of them go around behind me then suddenly grabs my arms. A couple more quickly sit on my legs and hold them down. The rest of the girls open up my pants. My cock is now quite hard. They pull my cock out of my fly and then slowly a girl starts to lick it. I have no choice but to sit there and enjoy it.

Another girl pulls out my balls and gently starts to lick them then she starts sucking on them. As she sucks they hurt a little because of the pressure she is putting on them. This makes me enjoy it the more because a little pain when I’m aroused makes it feel better.

The girl that was licking my cock now starts to suck on it. It feels so good. Another of the girls pushes her out of the way and she starts sucking on it vigorously.

Watching You Work [M/F, Voyeurism]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter was true to his word. Any time Kat initiated sex—lovemaking—he was more than willing. He’d even taken to waking her in the morning before he got up to go to work with gentle, arousing touches and long, lingering good morning kisses.

They’d had more sex in the past two weeks than they’d had in the past two months.

And it was great.

It was.

But something still felt off. Something was still missing.

And it was driving Kat crazy.

She wanted to make love to Peter. She loved making love with him. So what was wrong with her?

She stared off into the afternoon light through her study’s bay window, her laptop resting on her legs. She looked down at the words she’d just typed.

> *Kendra moaned as Jae raked his nails down her back, his touch scouring down her skin as she came*.

She sighed. Rough sex. Sexy raunch. Kinky love. This was what she how made her living now. And it did very well for her. Her books were top sellers now. National chain stores had her stories ready in stock. And Max was organizing her sixth book tour with ten stops crossing the country from coast to coast.

A dream of lions

The Jeep is pulled up under the shade of a monkey-puzzle, fifty yards from the watering hole. You and the other tourists wait, breath held, as the crickets sing in the dusk. The lioness and her cub, who was drinking from the water for the last few minutes, looks up towards you. You freeze, caught for a second in the power of her stare, hypnotized by the green flash of her eyes. Then she stretches and is gone into the darkening savannah.

The horizon is a band of red gold, giving way to peach and oceanic blue and a spatter of stars.

‘Ok,’ says the guide, ‘let’s go.’

There is a cab in the Jeep where the other tourists ride, but you stay out on the tail. You close your eyes, bathe in the warm air and the fragrance of the land. You are overcome by a sense of peace, of silence.

Then the wheel hits a rut and you are thrown into the night. You fall quickly, awkwardly. There is a pain like thunder in your leg. You pass out.