Category: eroticliterature

I Can’t Resist My T.A.

As soon as they entered Jo’s apartment, Brandon grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. The sound of her body hitting the drywall made a gentle thud. His forcefulness sent shivers down her spine. He wanted her so bad, and she loved it. She lifted her chin and looked up at him with a knowing smirk.

God, that smirk drove him crazy. Without hesitation, he kissed her. As soon as their lips touched, electricity coursed through his body. No matter how many times Brandon kissed her, it was always the same rush.

Jo ran her hands through his tousled blonde hair as their tongues caressed. She was so filled with passion that she instinctively pulled his hair, hard. Brandon’s head jerked back slightly and he moaned with pleasure.

“I need you right now,” he whispered hotly into her ear. He grabbed onto her cute little derriere with both hands and lifted her from the ground. Jo wrapped her legs around his body, and he carried her to the bedroom.

Brandon tossed Jo onto the bed, and pulled his T-shirt over her head. Read more »

Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice 17: Barratt [Final]

And this is the final chapter of [Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice](https://tsade.com/nine-sisters/omelas/omelas-02/). I hope everyone has enjoyed it, it was fun to write and I really like reading and writing stories about forced birthing and tentacles.

Thank you for reading!

**[Stolen Sacrifice 17: Barratt](https://tsade.com/nine-sisters/omelas/omelas-02/chapter-17/)**

The epilogue of this tale. The wolf-like creature Barratt has finally hunted down Quinn and is willing to kill anyone who gets in his way. But Mosar has a proposal, one that he might be willing to live with.

**Derik’s Luck**

For my $5/month patrons, my WIP for getting [Derik’s Luck](https://tsade.com/nine-sisters/derik-luck/) edited and ready for publication. This is my most popular novel for a long time though it was “lost” from the various *chans that I had posted it to. I’ve been intending to have it edited for a while but thanks to [Patreon](https://patreon.com/tsade/), it is now possible.

At the moment, this is very rough. I did write this eight years ago and there are some formatting issues that need to be resolved. Not to mention going through a personal round of editing. I also have an editor who will be going through it before I publish it. Read more »

That Awkward Question (M/F, Interracial, Pregnancy)

“You are going to have to push Mrs. Oakley,” the Doctor said, peering up from behind his mask between Farrah’s spread legs, “On three, okay?”

The moment had finally come and Farrah was so nervous she wanted to vomit right then and there. Her husband, Jeremey, was right beside her, holding her hand like had promised, encouraging her as he had promised, waiting for his newborn son to come into this world.

“One.”

Farrah felt so dizzied she might pass out. It was finally happening. All these long months of waiting, of worrying, had come to this.

“Two.”

She was about to be a mother. Something she had only dreamed of, but all the fear was welling inside of her making her want to burst.

“Three.”

Farrah’s body wretched and contorted as the baby began to come from inside of her. She could see the doctor slowly cradling a new life as the pain threshold far passed what she could withstand and she squeezed Jeremy’s hand so hard she heard tiny cracks as bones in his finger broke.

Farrah screamed bloody murder as the child pushed its way into this world. Suddenly, the pain diminished and a tiny, barely audible cry filled the delivery room. Read more »

Fucking The Johnsons Pt. 2

It wasn’t supposed to be this cold tonight, I thought to myself as I padded across the street. I should have brought a hoodie, I reprimand myself. Trying to walk a fine line between moving stealthily and not seeming suspicious I lean against a tall tree planted along the sidewalk, its root pushing up and cracking the cement walkway. The house is only about fifty yards away, the approach would be a whole lot easier if everyone in this damn neighborhood didn’t have their porch light burning all night. I make a break for it and stop crouched beside the window I had picked to be my entry point. This should be the easy part. The couple was out of town, they were clearly rich, and there is no sign of an alarm system.
I pop the window open and climb inside. Closing the window behind me I make my way up a marble staircase with a delicately designed banister made of some kind of metal. That’s where it all went to shit. The light went on, and there they were. I thought I was going back to juvie, they had other ideas.
All this plays through my head as Mr. Johnson’s cock slides smoothly in and out of my mouth. I roll my tongue over the head as it nears my lips. As his swollen member exits my mouth a extend my tongue lapping at the tip.
My head tilts upward quickly and a gasp followed quickly by a moan escapes my lips. Up until this point, she had only kissed and licked in short spurts. While I was preoccupied with her husband’s cock in my mouth she had buried her own mouth between my legs as she separated my lips with her fingers. I could feel her tongue moving over my clit in impossible ways. I arch my back but she grabs me tightly and holds me in place. My thighs begin to quiver.
Not to be forgotten Mr. Johnson moves his thick erect dick closer to my mouth and this time grabs a handful of hair before pushing his member back into my mouth. I almost gag before regaining my composure. All I can do is suck feverishly and moan against his rock hard penis as his wife sends wave after wave of pleasure surging through me.

Fucking the Johnsons

I cover my small breasts as I shift my weight nervously. What am I doing here? What was I thinking? These questions and more bombard my mind as Mr. Johnson reaches out and takes hold of my wrists. He firmly but gently moves my hands away from my breast exposing my B cups to the open air. He licks his lips as the strongly built man takes a step back to look me over. My brown skin is almost completely exposed except for the small sliver of fabric that is my white cotton thong.
Mrs. Johnson steps forward and takes my hand. She walks me over to the bed and sits me down. She lightly pushes me back. I try not to reach up to cover my breasts again as I lay on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I feel her slowly work my panties off my hips down my thighs, over my knees, and past my feet. I almost try to shut my legs, but she seems to know what is going through my mind and she places herself between them. She pushes them out wider. Kneeling down she places a kiss on my waxed pussy. A flash of electricity shoots through me.
I close my eyes and I tilt my head to the side. When I open them I see Mr. Johnson himself kneel, on the bed. His rock hard cock hovering above my head. It may be the angle but his seems to dwarf that of my boyfriend’s or any other member I have seen. He places his hand under my head lifting it slightly. I put my elbows behind me and lift me face up level with his penis. I feel another surge of pleasure wash over me as Mrs. Johnson spreads my lips and her tongue dances between them. I close my eyes again. This time, I open my mouth and take Mr. Johnson inside. All this…and summer has just started.