Category: eroticliterature
Outdoor sex [m/f]
Spanking and Orgasms [m/f]
Caught [m+f+][bi][inc][m/s][f/s][voy]
In The Laundry Room [mF][inc][monster cock][voy][mast]
It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.
“Who’s in charge here, little sub?”
Breeding
I have written this roleplay for breeding, it’s a little long but tell me what you think?
In this scenario I am your Master and I would chain you up much , your wrists bound and your body stripped down to the bare flesh. Perhaps you would resist, not wanting your tight tummy to feel the gush of virile spunk your Master would undoubtedly give you. Motherhood might be something you want to wait for. But it wouldn’t matter. You would be bound and blindfolded , and your pussy enslaved by toys. What toys your Master would use would depend on what your weaknesses are- do you drip cum from little egg vibrators, do you gush for thick and veined cocks, or perhaps a stretched and filled cunt satisfies you? One by one I would inflict them on you, experimenting, finding what makes my little slut scream. Oh, it might be fun for you at first. Being pleasured has its obvious joys, does it not? But every time you would cum, every time you would lose yourself to your womanly weakness, I would press harder on that front. Make you shiver and squirm, and begin to cry out, “Too much!” from all the humming and sliding of the toys. But it isn’t enough for me. Those pleading eyes your Master would blindfold, your whining mouth I would gag so all you could do was moan and exude muffled cries as unknown hands and toys played across your body.
Which perspective do you enjoy reading from the most?
Hi, I’ve been thinking about getting into writing erotic fiction and I’ve a good bit of writing experience under my belt. I’m just not sure whether to write from my perspective as a female, a third person perspective or a male perspective. I believe I could do all pretty well but I’m just wondering which you guys enjoy reading from the most?
Thanks! – Emma
Fucking the Johnsons Pt. 3
I squeeze my eyes tight. I gag slightly as Mr. Johnson’s cock pushes farther into my mouth than it had before. As his member slides over the flat of my tongue on its way out of my mouth I feel a small sharp pain on my inner thigh. I move my head back quickly. Mr. Johnson’s grip slightly loosened, I instinctually pull my mouth off of the rock hard cock in my mouth and look down toward the pain. I see Mrs. Johnson with her teeth clenched tight on the exposed flesh of my thigh. I let out another loud gasp of pain.
Mrs. Johnson lets the skin between her teeth snap back into place. She looks up at me and smiling say, “If you’re going to stop every time you feel a little pain it is going to be a long night and an especially long summer.” My eyebrows shoot up and crest on my forehead. “S-sorry, I just didn’t…” Cutting me off Mrs. Johnson thrusts her middle and index fingers into my wet and ready pussy. My head tilts back sharply. I let out a loud cry. “MMmmm it’s nice and warm in here, My Love. Maybe you should try it out…” Mrs. Johnson’s voice trails off as she looks up past me giving her husband a lurid look. Mr. Johnson looks down at me and smiles. “Yeah, I think it is time to see what this one can do.
The Convention (M/F, interracial)
Part 1
“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.
Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.
“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”
Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.
Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers.