Category: eroticliterature
Love Blind (MF, interracial)
“I can’t believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016,” Lily said, exasperated.
Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head.
Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking out from between the fabric and the skin of her hip and the red cord of her ear buds snaking across her stomach and up to her head.
For a twenty-six-year-old, Lily looked much younger for her age. She was short, roughly five-foot-four, and weighed just north of 100lbs. She had little hips, a flat stomach, and very small breasts, but still sported an ample, firm ass on her back side. Her blue eyes turned to sea water when she was angry.
On the reverse side of the mailbox from the racial slur, they had also spray-painted the word ‘mud shark’ over their last name. Lily was beyond incensed. For a small girl, a surprising amount of anger could be vented out. She stood, looking at Leon as if he should be angrier, but her husband seemed only to shrug and shake his head.
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Chapter 1 of erotica novel, “Bound For Freedom.” [MF]
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1
No. Swipe left. No. Swipe left.
What the— I squint at my phone screen. This guy is wearing a speedo, straddling his motorcycle and quite proudly displaying his—ew—goods, while smoking a pipe and giving me the middle finger. No! Swipe left.
I exhale sharply, angry that there are no interesting men on Shiver, but even angrier over why I am searching for a date in the first place.
In my soon-to-be-former kitchen, I’m seated at the bar, a granite slab resting on a custom-made island. The kitchen, like the rest of the place, is impeccably clean, and the house would be considered a castle to some. Or most, actually. To me, however, it’s a symbol of control and a reminder that serving my family day in and day out is all I should ever aspire to do, never desiring anything other than to be a homemaker, a mother, and a helpmate to my husband. The cupboards are white, the floor white marble with gray veins, and church pictures and quotes of scriptures hang everywhere.
I Was Accused Of Embezzlement And My Only Way Out Was…NSFW
You’ve always wanted me to fuck you while you slept [MF]
Tonight you’ve made it very easy to accomplish that.
I get into bed and turn over to give you a kiss goodnight. As I wrap my arms around you to hug you, I realize you’re not wearing a shirt. Must be hot tonight. I slowly move my hand down, so as to not wake you, to feel your smooth skin. I caress your hips as I usually do, no pants either. I move up towards your buttocks and feel the smoothness of your skin once again. You usually go to bed in just a thong and a shirt anyways so this isn’t too out of the ordinary. I move towards your inner thigh, then your crotch. No underwear either.
Realizing the chance I have, I slowly rub against your soft pussy, with a tiny bit more pressure each time my fingers move up, until finally I get in between your lips. Still sleeping. My plan worked. I put one finger inside you and feel your warm, wet insides. I finger you very softly, making sure I don’t make any sudden movements that’ll wake you. Two fingers now. I can feel you getting warmer and wetter, as you start to squirm in your sleep. It’s getting harder not to just fuck you right now. Not yet. You need to get wetter, especially if I’m going in dry. Or am I?
The Staycation Threesome [STR] – Recently started writing and first foray into erotica. Feedback greatly appreciated.
The opening band has just finished up and is tearing down their gear when Tom realizes he needs to take a piss. On top of that his Whiskey is empty.
“Going to hit the restroom and grab another drink. Looks like you could use a refill as well?”, he says to Ashley, pointing to her mostly empty wine glass.
“Sure, we’re not driving!”, she smiles.
The couple had hopped the train down to Portland for the weekend for a break from the norm and hear some live music and maybe get out into the woods. They’d managed to find a pretty nice hotel less than a mile from the venue, so decided to just walk. Plus, it turned out to be an unseasonably warm fall evening making it quite pleasant
Ashley finishes off the bit in her glass and hands it over to Tom. He reaches over to grab it and plants a quick kiss on her. “Don’t go anywhere beautiful.”, he grins looking into her eyes.
“Wouldn’t dare!”, she giggles back.