Category: eroticliterature

Good Mornin

Intoxicated on alcohol and bad decisions that threatened to overflow the precipice they tottered on so carelessly, it was all happening so fast. Strong arms and a quick goodbye turned into lips meeting instead as those arms started to draw away. Lips that met with instant chemistry, the taste of something genuinely wonderful, the start or as was more likely the case, the end of something amazing. It was hard to be anything more than that kiss and the soft texture of those lips when the alcohol rode her awareness and dampened it. So for several breathless moments the only thing that existed was the touch of those lips, not even able to control the gentle moans that escaped her each time the kiss deepened and took on a frenzied tempo anew. Hands hovered and threatened, cupping the air just above the curve of her breasts, but remained tightly withheld. Just their lips meeting over and over as if they would quench this inexplicable thirst with just that kiss.

“I have to go.” Did she only imagine the reluctance in his voice? Was her desperate sub conscious only teasing her with the impossible possibility. Read more »

Elijah and Shea: PART 1

Things smelled something like dying outside, but at least they smelled. The summer had brought with it a fantastic volume of expression. It seemed cliche to talk about the sky, but lying there inside his bedroom, Elijah stared out the window, clouds nestling by, periodically squeezing into view from where he lay, and then just as effortlessly leaving. He tried to feel nothing about it, but found himself worried. Each cloud passing felt like another moment missed, seconds spilling through holes drilled in the floorboards. And yet, Elijah did nothing about it.

Summer had started a few weeks ago and Elijah’s productivity had plunged below a threshold he had ever experienced. High School was over and the whole world was open to him with fresh opportunities and blossoming experiences. But Elijah chose to sit beside his bed, watching the clouds, lamenting the clouds, wishing he could just stop one dead in its tracks.

A short vibration startled Elijah from his trance. He extended his hands above his head, pushing his chest out, feeling as his vertebra realigned from bottom to top. Blinking, Elijah stood up and turned to find his phone still alight with a new text message. Grabbing the phone, he noticed it was an unknown number to him. He frowned and unlocked his phone. Read more »

Jane and Guy 2

“Fuck!”

Jane snapped awake, but was a little confused.  She definitely recognized the room, she’d been in it several times, but never like this or at this time of day.  It was Guy’s room, at the ungodly hour of 7, and she was naked.  She wasn’t overly surprised; she did remember the events of the night before, and she thought it honestly might have happened sooner.  She decided to lean into it, and was very satisfied with the result.  So much so that just thinking about what happened between her and Guy made her wet.  Very pleasant thoughts of riding him and being thrusted into roughly filled her head as her hand snaked downward.

“Oh, come on…”

Jane heard Guy’s voice again, just like before.  Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to investigate.  She got up, pulled on the crop top and sweatpants that were strewn about the room, and sought out where Guy was.  When she found him, she couldn’t help but smile.  But that requires backing up a tad. Read more »

Ginger’s Challenge [MF] [sharing]

**Ginger’s Challenge**

“I think it sounds like fun, but are you sure?” Ginger asked.

“What, you don’t think you can pull it off?” Rufus teased. As his finger entwined itself in Ginger’s blond hair, his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her in closer, until they were touching at the hips. Ginger laughed and pushed him back playfully.

“I’m quite confident in my powers of persuasion.” She rebutted, but her voice betrayed a distinct lack of confidence. Rufus easily noticed this less-than-assertive inflection. He positioned himself on top of her, suspended a few inches over her body.

“I think you can handle it.” Rufus said, he then got up, and walked out of the bedroom. Ginger lay on the bed, and as she reflected over their conversation she was surprised to find herself flushed, almost to the point of arousal. She attempted to organize her thoughts, taking stock of a swirling mix of emotions. Read more »

The 4some

It started as Tiffany and I. She’s a taller than me, we are both very fit, I’m a bit more petite. She and I like pegging, she’s very dominate. I had my chastity cage on since early in the morning, it had made me pretty horny so I thought I would play to Tiffany’s dom-side and get one of Anna’s cheerleading outfits (check her photo here: https://fbnist.com/90dJ ).

She and I are about the same size and Tiffany likes a flirty girl type. Tiffany got her strapon and Anna got curious so she wanted to come watch (watching is not uncommon in our house, you might do it while your texting or something). Tiffany put me on my knees and made me start sucking her dildo. After minute she turned around and bent over and made me eat her pussy from behind. Anna left, and came back in a cheerleading outfit too. She sat in a chair in the corner of the room and started playing with herself inside her panties. I got up onto the bed on my hands and knees arched my back, the skirt barely covered my ass and my chastity cage was starting to feel tight. Tiffany was already lubing her strapon and she came to me, lubed and fingered my ass all at once. Read more »

Young prostitution

Do you know why people get caught printing fake money? well…. its because they print so darn much of it. this was the logic my dad and his friends used when they set up their money printing scheme.

Now the notes wernt exactly flawless but as long as we didnt spend too much of it the money would change hands for many months before anyone discovered it was fake and it would be far away from our neighbourhood. The idea was to still make money from normal jobs but also to bost your income a little with fake money. when ever fake money was produces however little it was it had to be spent within the week. This was to make sure the fake money could not be found in their hands.

I was 15 when i found out about the ‘side business’ my dad was running. He had just finished making some cash but had accidentally created too much. He needed to get rid of it quickly and the easiest way was to give in to me. Read more »

[META] Looking for a multi-part Mf story I read before about a girl and her older cousin? IIRC

I’m actually not sure if it was in /r/eroticliterature or /r/sexystories, but I got permission to post from EL but not SS, and the search function didnt help me at all, so I’m here.

So the story was in self.posts, not linked to somewhere else, and it was told in the girl’s POV. She lives with her mom, and has a crush on her cousin (I think) who stays with them sometimes.

In the first part, the girl is having period cramps in the living room, and her cousin comes in and gives her a massage, using massage oils iirc. He massages her lower legs first, moving her pajama pants up to go higher. Eventually he ends up fingering her, and the orgasm relieves her of the pain. The chapter ends with no sex.

I forgot how many parts it was, but in the final part, it’s Christmas or some occasion, she, her cousin, and her mom eat dinner together and she gives her cousin a set of scented massage oils (Her mom gives her a weird look) and her cousin gives her a calendar. Read more »

Craigslist [F]

(Intro only)
No…..no…..no picture……..hmmm. “Big stud looking for submissive” I don’t even know what that means. My fingers rested in the center of my phone. I’d just discovered craigslist from a friend who was joking about how many penises she’d seen.

Fingers sliding down slowly on the gloss screen of my iPhone, flicking the screen anytime I’d see something worth clicking on. Mostly I’d try to ignore the ones without a picture, the idea of another man pulling my hair, spanking my ass, and being true to my inner slut. My thighs go up to my chest as my toes curl under the blanket. A sudden, but not so surprising warmth begins in my stomach and moves quickly to the crest of my legs. Teeth begin to scrape my bottom lip followed by my tongue removing all semblance of regret and responsibility.

One finger creeping the softness of first, my pajama bottoms, then slipping under striped boy shorts I’ve had since high school, my imagination a flame with a face I can’t quite make out, but strong muscular legs thrusting up and down. Rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on my clit, I start slow and with each motion I can feel my clit rushing with blood. I start with one finger and quickly move to three rubbing the pelvic mound around in a circle. His hand, my hand, is grabbing my ass and I begin to feel pressure rising as I’m about to cum. Read more »

MY FIRST EROTICA STORY IS FREE! Advice appreciated ;)

I posted my first ever erotic story “The Business Trip.” I had SO much fun writing it and decided to post it on Amazon. I’m making it free this weekend and would appreciate any opinions, constructive criticism, or help understand what genre of erotica I’ve written. It’s my first one, and quite tame, I expect to get a little more adventurous once my feet are wet ;)

Playing With My Partners [MMF][BDSM]

**Stuck**

Cara Temple sat on the short bench, nervous—but not for the usual or obvious reasons. No, her nerves had nothing to do with the fact that she was alone, naked, and blindfolded in a private room in the back of Donovan’s. Nope. It was a strange and lucky twist of fate that had her claiming that state as, if not run-of-the-mill in her life, certainly not odd.

No, the thing that had her heart fluttering was the electric current running live and wild throughout the room. The immense implications of what would soon happen, the heavy weight of play.

She heard the door open, a loud creaking sound as the hinges squealed painfully. The sound tingled up her spine, making her want to squirm and turn sightlessly toward the sound.

“Don’t move.”

The voice was commanding—not angry, not distant—just sure and strong.

Cara turned back to sit passively on the bench, waiting. Anticipating.

She heard—felt—him circle her, studying her slowly like a predator with already-caught prey. His heavy footsteps were loud against the room’s tiled floor, a clomping clack as heel and toe landed. She resisted the urge to track him, to turn and follow the sound of his approach, as he rounded her. Read more »