Category: eroticliterature

Lola & Rex’s Sex Show [MF][oral][bukkake][exh/voy]

I was on my way home, just parking the truck, when the message from Lola came in on my phone. ‘Don’t forget, we have a show at 7.’ She knows I go to the gym to buff up before a show as I’m still a little shy about being naked on camera. I made my way upstairs to our apartment where Lola stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Lola. My woman with long wild chestnut hair, big boobs, big brown eyes and a bodacious ass. She loves me and honestly, I don’t know what to do without her.

“You’re cutting it close,” she said.

I looked at the clock. At twenty minutes to show time, I didn’t have much time.

“I know, I know. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I gave her a peck on the cheek before showering real well to make every inch of me was nice and clean for whatever Lola may do. I wrapped a towel around my waist as I made my way into the ‘studio’; the spare bedroom which serves as our ‘set’ as well as storage. Equipped with lights, a webcam, a laptop and a TV monitor, all aimed at the queen size bed, it was a working webcasting studio set up to be operated from the bed. Read more »

Looking for input on a story about a Lingerie Sports league

I want to write a story based on a world I’ve created. I’m looking to write a story (probably short to start off) about a bikini wearing sports league, either football or slow pitch softball. I’m looking for help through this writers block. Anything from players to teams, even possible storylines. I’m looking to write back and forth, and turn this into a writing exercise. Any help greatly appreciated!

[M/F] Threesome fantasy, part 1

I’m out at the bar, wearing a sexy backless dress that hugs my ass, nice tall spike heels, nothing underneath my dress. A hot stranger walks over to me, grabs me by the throat and pushes me against the wall on the dance floor. He starts kissing me, while his other hand runs down my body from my breasts to my thighs. Then his hand climbs under my skirt and he starts to rub my clit slowly, and I start to moan. He pushes his fingers into my now wet pussy, so hard that it hurts, and I beg him to stop. He stops, only to grab me by the hair and pull me close so he can whisper in my ear “you’re leaving with me, Now!”

We get to his car, and while he is driving he reaches over and again starts to tease my pussy, until I am dripping wet, holding onto the seat, moaning and begging for mercy. The only way I can make him stop is to lean over, unzip his pants and suck on his hard cock. I start licking from the base up to the head, teasing the tip slowly with my tongue ring before I push my lips all the way down. He puts his hand on my head and tells me not to stop until I swallow everything. Once I accomplish this, we arrive at his place. Read more »

Our collaborative stories: Neighbors

I’m feeling nostalgic on Valentine’s Day and want to share a story written collaboratively by myself and my kitten in the very beginning stages of our relationship, before we had even met. This is the second story we wrote, I hope you enjoy.

**GingerKittensSir:**
Even though it’s been a few months since you moved in to the house next door, it doesn’t seem like you have a boyfriend since you mostly stay around your home and don’t often have people over. We’ve made small talk a few times when we meet outside, but never spent time together. Lately you’ve been doing yard work in your skimpy summer clothes, and I’ve been unobtrusively watching you occasionally from my window. Seeing you get sweaty pushing the lawnmower, or bending over to pick weeds makes my body ache with desire for you, and more than once I’ve played with myself to relieve the pressure after you’ve gone back inside. Read more »

Alicia’s sexting shower confession [f/m] [NSFW]

This a real transcript of a WhatsApp conversation that has been slightly edited for reasons of privacy. The eroticism in it comes from knowing that it is a real conversation that the participants are having for the purpose of sexual pleasure; there is little description so the imagination has to be used. In fact both Alicia and Jules do re-read conversations for pleasure when they are alone.

Alicia (not her real name) is Spanish, in her mid twenties. She has long dark hair and brown eyes. She thinks she is overweight but in fact she is simply not skinny. She lives and works in London. Jules (also not his (my?) real name) is English and more than twice Alicia’s age, something which Alicia finds attractive. He is one of those lucky men that carries his age well. Originally from London he now lives and works in Huddersfield, which is where they first met. Whilst they were friends in Huddersfield they were not lovers; they developed their relationship after Alicia moved to London and now they have a good friendship in which a sexual element has been developing – only the sexual element is shown here but their conversations are not always about sex. Both are single and both enjoy sexting; they both enjoy masturbating and knowing that the other is masturbating, it is a big turn-on for both, and neither really wants a partner in their lives. At the moment they are still finding out about each other sexually, but they are becoming comfortable with each other. Alicia shares a flat with a man (whom she doesn’t fancy) and Jules lives alone. Read more »

The Tryst – Part I

With two bags in tow, K. got out of the taxi and made his way to the dilapidated booking office. A hastily constructed enclosure of clay bricks and asbestos sheets, it served as the local office for a travel agency and as the final stop over spot for the buses making their way out of the city. Nestled in the shade of two coconut trees, the office and the rusty bench outside its entrance provided much needed comfort as the whole place burned under the sun’s intense midday haze.

As K. walked into the office, the agent quickly straightened up. Upon enquiry, he vouchsafed that the bus was expected soon and prodded him to book his ticket without any further delay. K., being a regular traveller along this route, had grown accustomed to this charade and nonchalantly dismissed this notion, and told the agent that he would rather wait for the bus to turn up.
As he turned away from the counter towards the highway, he could see a fairly large group of people scattered across the gravel track, trying to bide time. All of them looked expectantly towards the road with the hope that the bus would soon come. Read more »

The Cook, The Hostess and The Swingers’ Party

The first night hosting a four day swingers’ retreat and so far, everything was going smoothly. My guests were either in the watching a flogging demonstration in a pool house converted into a dungeon or frolicking on the grounds of this beautiful mansion on Biscayne Bay. I was making my way from the dungeon to the house when walking, past the open gazebo, I could see J.T. and Kyle, with beers in their hands, standing over their wives, as Lexi ate out Shari on the couch. At least I think it was Lexi. I could only see the back of her brunette head nestled between Lexi’s open legs. I walked up to the bar and poured myself a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping the bay breeze would cool me down, when I looked up at the house to see a man’s silhouette in a second floor window. Dixon, our chef. He’s not supposed to be looking at the activities. We had to have a talk. With a last slug of wine, I walked into the house and up to his room. I knocked on his door. He answered.

He said, “Hey how’s your orgy going?” Read more »

[MF] F***ed On a Friday

It had been many weeks since the two friends had been able to spend any quality time together. No shared workouts, no shared meals, no quiet Sunday afternoons swinging on the porch. Work commitments, holidays, and various activities conspired to interrupt typical shared time. The time apart was difficult. The protracted absence caused an empty, aching feeling somewhere inside his chest. The connection was missed.

Idle time made the separation more difficult. Each day was a routine pattern of frequent thoughts during the interstitial spaces of the day… the drive to work, waiting for the computer login to run, lunchtime, afternoon stretch break, the drive home. Being occupied helped pass the time, but the longing never ceased. The feelings were especially concentrated during his evening swims. Forty minutes of forced meditation, his body enveloped in the water where he felt at home. No sound except the rhythmic bubbles. All thoughts consumed by memories of her. Her friendship, her touch, her efforts, her willingness to give. Read more »

Amateur writer dipping my toes into this.

How I’d fuck you

Well first of all i’d take you out to dinner, you’d need to look classy. A black dress tight around your waist and showing your shoulder blades, matching heels, red lipstick. Now lets skip dinner and jump to the good bit. The bedroom.

You’d stroll in heels still on, stand in front of the dresser as i approach you from behind. I’d slide my hands around your waist and nibble on your neck as pull you closer. Hands moving down slowing pulling up your dress grabbing you lace thong and slowly pulling it down, dropping it to the floor. My right hand slides rubbing your clit as we start to kiss.

You drop to your knees, undo my buckle, slide your hands down my trouser and tease the tip of my penis. Pulling it out of my underwear licking and kissing my bellend. I’m gunna fuck you in the mouth, make you gag, make your spit run down the shaft of my hard cock as thrust backwards and forwards into your face, i wanna see you massacre run from the thrashing i’ll give your mouth…

[Ff] “Cotton Candy”

Author’s Note: I am new to the sub, but not new to erotic writing. I have been published before to fair success (for a side job). I am trolling through my old Google Drive now finding stories I wrote on a whim or during a particular time in my life, so I thought I would share with the community.

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I was walking across the soccer field toward the car with my two oldest kids, chit-chatting about this and that, looking forward to a relaxing end of the day. As we approached the parking lot we came upon the softball fields and my son said to me “I thought you said girls played softball and boys played baseball?”

“Yeah, that’s normally the way it goes, why?” I replied.

“Well, because look – there are guys and girls playing on that team over there.”

I looked over at the group gathering to play and instantly realized that I was about to enter a topic of conversation I was hoping to avoid for at least another year or two. “No sweetie, those are all girls…or women, actually. Its just, well, some women like to dress and act a certain way that…well, kinda makes them look a little like boys”. Read more »