Category: eroticliterature

One night of Pleasure {MMF}

You’ve been waiting for me for at least thirty minutes. You go over in your mind our plan. You were to arrive at the hotel at 2:00 pm sharp, wearing your cock cage. You were to undress, arrange the blindfold, the five locks and keys on the desk. You did so and now are waiting patiently on the bed for Mistress to walk into the room. The waiting, the anticipation, the lust you feel washes over you.

The door opens. I enter the room wearing a trench coat and red heels. After setting down my purse, I stand in front of you and slowing untie my coat. You can’t help but to look up as I slip the coat off my shoulders. Under my coat, I’m wearing a red slip and black thigh high stockings. I smile at you briefly before turning my attention to the desk. I pick up the blindfold and bring it to you. I cover your eyes with it. I tell you to lay down on the bed. Read more »

First Date at 8, Second Date at Midnight [FDom][MSub][S&M][golden shower]

It was awkward when James asked Shae Lynn out on a dinner date. After all she was a dominatrix, a findom, who had caned his ass pink a month earlier. But the icy blonde had accepted the invitation from her hunky former client and was happy to have gone. A good meal, accompanied by a bottle of good wine and conversation, she was almost sorry the date had to end so soon. The two strolled back to her perfume shop on a warm August night, where she lived in an apartment above.

“Thank you,” she said. “I had a good time.”

“You sure you don’t want to stop and have a drink? The bar next door sounds like its happening.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to pass. I have an early day tomorrow.”

He leaned in to kiss her. Her upturned lips welcomed his hesitant kiss. He drew away to see her eyes still closed awaiting another. His lips mashed down on her parted lips and a heat erupted between her legs. She pulled away with wide open eyes. He opened his eyes to watch her put her key into the shop’s lock. There seemed to be a panic about her, perhaps a fear of feeling passion or the touch of a caring man. She made it clear. Not now. Opening the door she looked back at him with a smile. Read more »

College sex story F/MM Interracial, threesome, etc

This is the first part of a long story. It’s about 90% true with some of the dialogue dressed up for the sake of making it interesting, and because my buddy who’s helping me write the story from his perspective can’t remember everything he said. My question: does it take too long to get to the action?

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ci9QCMLwGapDdOWqf-UC57aWnCG6OxKxTvhvMmydnlQ/edit?usp=sharing

Divine Sin – GW pics | slow built up, big pay off | supernatural

This is my first time writing a fanfiction. So please be gentle. The ideas may not be new but I have taken inspiration from several fantasy worlds, combined them and added an erotic twist.

Feedback are always welcomed.

Here we go!

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Prologue

Jeremy woke up in a stranger’s room, in a stranger’s bed, with a stranger beside him – naked. The curtains were drawn but what light that came through was blinding enough. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember what happened the night before. And also how he lost his virginity.

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Chapter 1

Twenty four hours ago, Jeremy woke up in his own bed. An ordinary 20 year old university student, with ordinary grades and ordinary friends. He was from a small town two hours away from the capital. He, his best friend (Tommy) and his childhood friend (Sally) came to the capital for their studies.

Jeremy shared the student accommodation with Tommy and Tyler. Tommy’s build was very similar to Jeremy’s – nothing extraordinary. Tyler, on the other hand, was a bodybuilder and kind of an ass to both of them. The only plus side of having him as a housemate is his hot girlfriend, Veronica, who stays over very often. Read more »

You Want to Play? Let’s Go [MF]

**Co-Op Mode**

*Companion Story to [Solo Mission](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4kt7er/dont_do_anything_watch_me_touch_mf/)*

Hayato felt better than he had in weeks. Even before the move, he’d felt like their stress-levels—both his and Max’s—had been too high. It was hard to feel sexual when you were too annoyed with the world to deal with anything. Hell, it was hard to feel friendly at that point.

No wonder Max had retreated into her game. It was an escape. From the move. From the world.

And, yeah, sure, from him. From all the expectations and the questions. *Where should we put the couch? Do you want to buy a softer or firmer bed? Do you want to keep your coffeemaker or mine? Can we fit all our things in one closet or should someone take the downstairs one? Did you go grocery shopping or should I?* There were a million little, mundane decisions that used to be easier and more routine when they lived apart that now needed to be discussed and adjusted for now that they were sharing a space and a life. It was just a lot at times. Read more »

[Mf] Waking up in daddy’s bed

When she woke up, she wasn’t quite sure where she was at first; It wasn’t her bed… but as her mind started to clear she remembered. The thunderstorm last night had been a doosey, and had scared her so much that she had snuggled into bed with daddy. She didn’t like to do that any more; after all, big girls aren’t afraid of a little thunder and she definitely wanted daddy to start treating her like a big girl.

That did also explained a few other things though… who she was on top of, whose arms were wrapped around her waist, and… wait, that hadn’t happened before. The night before she had taken her panties off (she loved how the silky nightie felt against her bare skin) and now she felt something against her kitty. As she shifted she rubbed up and down it… and felt her own little bolt of lightning shoot up her spine. She never would have guessed how good the rough cotton fabric would feel, but she knew she wanted more. Still with her eyes closed, she started rubbing harder and faster against… well, they must be daddy’s boxers. Read more »

Isobel’s pink panties

**Three days**

You lie on white sheets, dozing in the blue light of dusk, trying to recall the sensation of Ben’s cock, of Isobel’s tongue and fingers. They are still with you, distantly, those feelings. The memory is wrapped in cotton wool, lit with golden glow. Her dark head is on your shoulder, his leg across your middle. The warm sweet smell of sex lingers as does the stickyness on your bare, lithe, body.

**The first day**

It was a coffee that started it. Across from the Jefferson Arboretum was an alley to a little courtyard and a glass-fronted shop. It was raining, big drops spattering from a lead sky.

You go in to get out of the weather. The tables are old crates from Cameroon and Honduras. The seats are stuffed jute sacks. The walls are decorated with photographs of cloud forests and burros lugging baskets of red berries and a guy with a square jaw and a big smile and swept back dark hair hanging out with farmers. There is only one customer, a woman, a little younger than you. She is sitting in the corner, her drink resting beside her on the window ledge. She looks European in a way you can’t place. Maybe its the razor-sharp bob of her hair. Maybe the battered red hardback book. Maybe the double espresso. Read more »

[M/M] Married man expands his bi-sexual horizons by becoming a sub “sexual object” [Married] [Bi] [Cheating] [Sub] [CBT] [BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.

This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over… Read more »

The Queen of Clubs [F/m Femdom, Tease & Denial, Foot Worship]

Hey, wrote this story over the last few weeks, it’s a sort of reject-then-torment scenario. Based loosely on a real night and real characters, good dose of comedy included as well.

Linking to the thread instead of posting it here as Reddit’s formatting – particularly the lack of blank-line paragraph breaking – in my view makes reading a long story a real eystrain.

http://www.orgasmdenial.com/forums/showthread.php?t=13636

Enjoy, and if you have any comments or suggestions, comment either here or in the thread at OD, as I’ll use such suggestions in future stories – have three or four in the pipeline at the moment!

Grey Eyes [MF]

Grey Eyes
Chapter 1: found
The party has been over for a while now. The buzz from the champagne has ended and I feel like the specs of glitter on the ground from pricy ball gowns. I am stilling shining, but I have no where to dance off to. Looking up into the black night sky I shiver as a breeze shakes the end of my turquoise lace dress around my knees. With a sigh I play with the little gold dragonfly necklace that is always around my neck. This always seems to happen to me. I get invited to a party, but my friends bail midway through, leaving me all alone. Mentally cursing my friend Eric that dragged me to this mansion of a house for some fancy party, I make my way down the street trying to find my way out of this gated community to call a cab. And that’s when I first hear his voice: “You need a ride.”
It’s more of a statement than a question and I look over to see him. Tall, broad, dark hair guy in an all black suit…but what really gets me…his eyes…they are grey as a fall rain storm.
“Ummmm yeah…is it that obvious haha” I awkwardly laugh
He gives a soft smile, “Actually, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. I am fortunate it worked out.”
This time I genuinely laugh as I reply, “Well fortunate for me too…as I really do need a ride home.”
“My car is this way” he says walking back toward the party’s mansion.
“You left your car with the valet didn’t you?” I have to look up at him at him as he is so tall.
His dark chestnut brown hair brushes across his forehead as he replies “yup”
Raising an eyebrow, I ask “So…what were you doing so far away from it?”
He shrugs his shoulder “I just needed some fresh air. No harm in that.”
“None.” I reply and we walk in a comfortable silence back to the valet.
His car is surprisingly unassuming. It’s not a flashy sports car import or anything of the such. It’s just a simple black mustang, no racing stripes. I hop into the passenger seat and relish in the smooth gray leather seats. Mystery guy starts the car and it is then I find out the reason for the unassuming appearance: the engine sounds like a beast…no scratch that a Porsche 911. I can’t help but laugh to myself.
“What’s so funny” He asks smirking
“You upgraded the engine” I reply in the only way I know how
“How did you know?” He questions me.
“It sounds like a Porsche” I reply blandly.
“That’s cause it is…it’s a Porsche 9..” He starts to say before I finish:
“911…I know I can tell by the purr”
“Oh really little kitty…any other cats purring” and he throws in a wink for added flirtation.
“Oh god! You’re so cheesy” I say turning away from him so he won’t see my blush.
“It’s my second best feature” He says with a wink again.
“What’s your first?” I ask already knowing where this set up is leaving.
“My honesty” he says with a grin on his face.
I try to hold a straight face but I can as I burst into laughter. “Are you single” I blurt out.
Suddenly the light mood in the car darkens. He turns to look at me now that we’re are sitting at a red light. The red glare is blinding inside the car and his grey eye are analyzing me. Almost darkening like a small storm beneath their surface.
“What?” he whispers.
“I asked if you were single…It would be a terrible waste of my time to flirt with someone that is taken.” I reply bluntly
“Oh trust me, it would not be a waste of your time” He quickly replies.
“Hmmm really now” It’s my turn to act flirty.
“Yes” he replies gunning the car forward as the light turns green.
“You know, you never asked were you were going to drop me off” I point out to him.
“I figured you were going to tell me if I was going the wrong way” he says sounding concerned that he might have messed up.
“mmm you are going the right way. At the next light take a right.” I inform him.
“But that leads to Burtrant Cliff look out” he says sounding confused.
“Exactly” I say smirking.
He is silent for the rest of the ride as he pulls over to the lookout which gives a fantastic view of the city with every little light twinkling.
I take my eyes of the view to see his gray eyes eyeing me hungrily again.
“You know what I love about this view.” I say nervously as I’ve never told anyone my thoughts on the topic.
“Hmm”
“It’s a reminder…a reminder that we are never alone in the world” I reply while unbuckling my seatbelt.
“I think it’s more of a reminder how isolated we are” he replies solemnly turning to look out the window.
I rest a hand on his shoulder and reply “I am here”
He turns to look at me with such an adorable confused expression. I can’t keep my urges to myself anymore. And I lean in to kiss his beautiful full soft lips.
Slowly pulling away I whisper “I’ve wanted to do that since I’ve laid eyes on you.”
He gasps and pulls me onto his lap, deeply kissing my lips and rubbing his large hands across my back. “And I’ve wanted to more than just kiss your lips since I’ve laid eyes on you.”
“Well go on” I breathlessly reply, “I am your’s for the night.” Read more »