Category: eroticliterature

All the power, part 4.2 [fantasy] [Mdom]

*Continued from part 4.1…*

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Tetenia had done it. One-hundred-fifty-six and half hours of Full Worship in penance. Fourteen hours per day for eleven days. Plus an hour per day of Full Worship in Ceremony.

Her reward? 18,728 abrogations.Two-hundred-twenty-three days on her knees for fourteen hours per day. Abrogations beget abrogations. This all grew out of one hour of Full Worship. Nearly a year on her knees, the golden phallus down her throat.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Despite being advised otherwise, she decided to go to His Supremacy and request absolvance of penance. Even a brief reprieve would be worthwhile.

Going to His Supremacy was not exactly easy. His Sacred Palace was massive, but He probably wasn’t even in it. The main structure of the palace – a hulk of imposing marble spanning the entire northern shore of the lake at the center of the Estate – gave way on its eastern and western sides to a maze of pleasure gardens, interspersed with zigs and zags of colonnades and one, two and three story structures with thousands of rooms for His use. It was all linked up to the main palace, a jumble of trees and shrubs exotic and local, pools and fountains and courtyards and shaded spots and areas where He could be pleasured and worshipped, for a distance of about five miles down either side of the lake. These were remarkably pleasant, often beautiful, places, and were where His Supremacy preferred to spend most of His time. Read more »

All the power, part 4.1 [fantasy] [Fsub]

Tetenia had arrived on His Supremacy’s Sacred Estate. She was His 244th concubine.

The Sacred Estate was located on The Sacred Isle, formerly known as Pentash. It was an island renowned for its physical beauty and pleasant, temperate climate, across a small sea from the heartland of the Trasian Empire, towards the southern edge of the same continent that contained Nordland.

The Estate itself was massive, practically the size of a small Nordish province. Surrounding a long, narrow, lake, about two miles wide at its widest point in the middle and about ten miles long, it was ringed by a series of pleasant hills. On the lake’s southeastern corner, it fed into a river that led to the city of New Cortium – the largest on the Isle and the headquarters of His Surepmacy’s Sacred Orders. The southern shore of the lake gave way to a grassland, a vast empty space at the back of which were three massive temples dedicated to His Supremacy – the Temple Grounds. The northern shore of the lake was dominated by the main section of His Sacred Palace, which ran the entire length of the shore, hugging a cliff overlooking the lake – a distance of about a mile. On the eastern and western shores were vast pleasure gardens in the northern half of the lake, while the southern half contained the palaces of the ten Queen Priestesses. Read more »

All the power, part 3 [fantasy] [Mdom]

After a morning of preparation – a morning in which she was exhausted from the day before and yet had hardly slept – the wedding had finally arrived. Tetenia had been half expecting His Supremacy to call it off somehow, to take her into concubinage, but there was – as yet – no sign of that.

Tetenia and her father, King Ulsan, arrived at the traditional temple near the castle grounds. The streets around it were decorated and onlookers milled around in streets nearby, hoping to catch a glimpse of the royal wedding. Or, perhaps, a glimpse of His Supremacy, Tetenia thought. The temple was called a ‘traditional temple’ to distinguish it from His Supremacy’s temple, after all – and the latter was much larger and grander.

Tetenia and her father entered the temple’s anteroom and saw her uncle, Lord Sarly, pacing nervously. The minute he saw them, he looked at them and said “His Supremacy has not arrived yet. There is no sign of Him.” Read more »

All the power, part 2 [fantasy] [Mdom]

*This is a continuation of a story I posted here awhile ago.*

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The next day was a whirlwind. Tetenia was sore – her legs and back hurt from being on her knees for over an hour, her throat hurt from intensely deepthroating Him.

There was a lot to do to prepare for the wedding. A tailor was working on the final alteration for the dress, people asked her to decide on shoes and desserts and tablecloths. She made the decisions, oddly quickly, without thinking about them. Her head wasn’t in it.

Later that evening, there was to be a smallish dinner – about 20 guests – with Lord Daymon’s family, her family, and a few close relatives and friends. His Supremacy, of course, was also supposed to be there. She wondered how she would react when she saw Him. She kept expecting Him to show up and and shove His cock down her throat, but the day wore on and she had not seen Him at all.

She was nervous about consummating her marriage with Daymon. Part of her wondered whether the marriage would happen at all – maybe she would become one of His Supremacy’s concubines – but she tried not to think about that. But how could she go to Daymon when she had experienced…God? Or something like God. Read more »

A Little Public Naughtiness [M,F D/s]

Kat Valdez-Richards lay on the bed awake, staring at her still *fairly* new husband sleeping sound next to her. Sure, they weren’t exactly newlyweds anymore, their marriage about four years old. But even so, it seemed wrong that, at ten-thirty at night, they were—he was—asleep.

Kat studied Peter’s slumbering form, sprawled across the mattress and pillows. She knew that, over time, passions often ebbed. Was that what this was? She’d heard about the infamous seven-year itch too. She’d just never thought it’d happen to them.

She sighed. It was too soon for their love lives to crash. It’d only been four years. Yet they hardly had sex anymore. Maybe once or twice a week. It wasn’t unusual for more than two weeks to pass without them being intimate. And when they did—don’t get her wrong, it was nice—but it was just so…nice.

From the start, Peter had never been nice. He’d been exciting and hot and domineering and, yes, even a little frightening at times. He’d been powerful and masterful and passionate and considerate. He’d been exactly what she’d always wanted. Exactly what she needed. Read more »

Sleazy Prose (bsdm)

I peer into the nothingness in front of me. The woman to my left is tired, lipstick worn and face annoying as she speaks on the phone. Her voice is too loud for the still and dark ambiance. I look forward, take a sip, and look forward again.

A sharp sting when you enter the room. Your body radiating heat and vibrations that penetrate my guts. I don’t look over, instead I wait (wait wait wait wait) on that stool quiet, not moving. You’re behind me. Too close. You lift your hand to my head. Touch the nape of my neck and move to the crest of my chin and cheek as I turn to face you. You tower over me, shoulders broad, arms solid. I can smell you.

“Hey Kitten.”

I find your ribs with my hand and apply pressure. Bodies pushing against each other, eyes locked.

“Hey.” Read more »

A Fantasy My Friend Dared Me to Write (MF)

As the title suggests, this is a fantasy about a sexual encounter between me and the friend in question.

This is my first piece of erotica, so I’d appreciate feedback and suggestions for improvement.

I come home to find you reading on the couch. You’re wearing a simple black cami with jeans that hug your curves in all the right places. We hug for what feels like hours, relishing each other’s contact. We kiss deeply while I lovingly caress your lower back and butt, dipping my hands under your waistband from time to time. You pull away from our kiss to unfasten my belt and pants.

You gently feel my bulge of arousal through my boxers then push me down onto the couch. You plant a soft kiss on my lips and whisper, “Watch this.” You step a few feet in front of me and begin to teasingly peel off your cami. I stare hungrily at you as I realize that you aren’t wearing a bra.

You turn to face away and pull the cami over your head, tossing it away. You continue to your pants, and slowly glide them down your butt, revealing your perfect globes of flesh to be covered by my favorite blue and black panties. You bend over to finish removing your jeans as I begin to tease my manhood. Read more »