Category: eroticliterature

Watching Porn with my roommate [F/M]

The year after I graduated college I lived in an apartment downtown. Rent was pretty expensive so I had a roommate who had attended the same university. We met through mutual friends who suggested we split the place. Alan was an engineering grad but was looking for work all the time. He was getting short contract hires for a month or so to at a time to fix buildings but it wasn't very stable and he would be at home for weeks with no job.

There was a few times where I would walk into our apartment and could catch the few seconds of porn noises or the shuffle of turning off the TV quickly. My roommate would watch porn often when I was gone. I didn't care, it's not like I didn't watch porn myself. I usually watched it on my laptop in my room with headphones so he wouldn't know but he liked to plug his laptop in the TV to watch instead. It didn't bother me as much as he probably thought it did. Read more »

I Want to See You Naked [MF][BDSM] “How do you like to be touched? Tell me. How would I touch you.”

On the Line

Chris Carey sat in front of his computer, trying like hell to take notes on the article he was reading. But his mind was on the phone—sitting silent—on his bed.

It was 9:13.

Danielle usually called at 9:00.

She was probably busy. He knew that. She had a heavy class load this semester. And she was about half a year behind schedule at a school that cost more per semester than his entire four-year college education. Not to mention, she was also president of the kinky youth program for all the local colleges. She was busy. And he should leave her alone.

But she usually called at 9:00.

He snuck a look at his phone again, the blank screen dark.

Biting his lip, his shoulders slumped in on themselves. Should he call her? She always called him. But, if she was busy, it might have slipped her mind.

But, if she was so busy that it slipped her mind, did that mean that she was too busy for him? Read more »

Canada the prude

I was reading Nabokov's Lolita this week and was inspired to chase down the Canadian Child Pornography laws. I considered this a grey area, but upon reading the Wiki article I find the description of child pornography to be very harsh.

And of course, who can say anything… won't someone think of the children.

FTA:

Prohibition covers the visual representations of child sexual abuse and other sexual activity by persons (real or imaginary) under the age of 18 years or the depiction of their sexual organ/anal region for a sexual purpose, unless an artistic, educational, scientific, or medical justification can be provided and the court accepts that.

If I were to write a story about my sexual adventures with my wife back when we were under 18, I could be thrown in jail. Or how about a graphic novel?

If we were to act by the letter of the law, Canadians would not browse ASSTR or many other Erotica Sites due to the prohibition.

Off-Hour Office Sex [MF][BDSM] “He smiled and cupped the full flesh of her ass. ‘What do you want me to do to it?’ he asked, holding sensual potential in his hands.”

Overtime

Peter Richards pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and stared at his computer. With his computer open to SyncKink.com, the kinky social media website he maintained, he stared at Kat’s page. His wife’s page. Ever since her novel was published, she’d been so busy doing this and that for promotion and publicity. From blog posts to free stories, she’d been dedicated to using every non-working hour into putting herself out there.

Peter sighed and raised his eyebrows. Putting a lot of herself way out there.

He stared at the latest set of photos she’d released and gritted his teeth. He rolled his shoulders and tried to relax his suddenly tense muscles.

So she was naked in the photos.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Or it really shouldn’t have been.

He didn’t want it to be.

But he just couldn’t stop staring at the pictures of Kat laid out bare, imagining the hundreds—thousands—hell, maybe millions—of men out there on the internet who were staring at her too. At his wife. His Katherina.

His jaw clenched as he rubbed a hand over an inexplicable ache in his chest. Read more »

Consumption! 20 – Female

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She was a dangerous lover. Perhaps the most dangerous type of lover there is. He had no idea just what type of lover she was though. She liked it better that way.

She did have a reputation for being a slut, but at best, it was a myth, a shadow of the truth. He did not make judgements on reputations alone though. One of the reasons she was attracted to him and one of the reasons she found him foolish as well. His foolishness in that regard made him attractive in a different way. She enjoyed feasting on the foolish.

Perhaps he was a bit taken aback that she so quickly rubbed at his sheathed groin during dinner. He didn’t stop her though. She could see the lust slowly come alight in his eyes, slowly buble to the surface for her to play with and shape. Better than that though, she could feel the heat of it. She wanted to feed on it. She needed to feed on it. In the end, it was the only consumption that mattered. It was the only consumption that kept her kind alive. Read more »

Make Me Scream [MF][BDSM][Bondage] “She was getting married in two days. Should she really be doing this? But a part of her—an absolutely wicked part—was gleefully tickled by the idea of standing, sitting, and kneeling in front of a church full of people burning with the marks of their passion.”

Have & Hold

Kat Valdez was going to go insane.

It was only two nights before her wedding to Peter Richards, but she didn’t think she’d live through tonight.

Why in the world did Peter decide to host their rehearsal dinner here at Donovan’s? Sure, he’d reminded her that, on the outside, it just looked like another bar—the place where they’d had their first date. It was a romantic choice; a way for their friends and family and coworkers to share in Kat and Peter’s history before they sealed their future.

And, she supposed, it was nice to spend one last big night at the bar before Donovan’s was scheduled to close down for a complete renovation and their past became a landmark they could only visit in pictures.

Kat supposed that all was true. And romantic. And sweet. She had good memories of Donovan’s.

It’s just that not all of them were quite so innocent as their first meeting.

“So,” she heard her mother say to the tall, leggy, black woman sitting on the barstool beside her, “Pip, was it? How do you know my daughter?”

Oh God. Read more »

Are you waiting a day before you proofread?

I'm sort of successful– ranging from high 3 to low four figures per month, but while out shopping and holding my phone I thought to share a pitfall I've hit a few times. I self-edit a lot of shorter stories. Many of us do. But if you do, you want to do the following:

  • Wait at least one day before proofing it the final time before you go to press
  • When you proof it, put it in something that is displaying the text in a different font/size format

Why? Because humans have a bad habit of filling in data. If you proof a paragraph an hour after you wrote it, you're likely to find yourself skipping over it and filling in stuff that you know should be there. Bad things happen when you do that. Bad reviews. Equally, by changing the font/size of the type, you shake your hind brain out of the "I've seen that before" rut. It helps you give it a fresh new look.
I know that getting stuff out, getting stuff out fast is vital to making money, but there's nothing more disheartening then getting a bad review that points out a bunch of mistakes that you should have and could have caught if only you'd waited a day for the final proof read.

A Well-Needed Naughty Lesson [MF][BDSM]

The Taming School – An Excerpt

Kat Valdez liked Peter Richard’s home. It teetered that fine line between the masculine and the feminine, leaning on the grace and beauty of both. She felt comfortable there—even in her nudity—as if she’d been there and walked its rooms countless times. It was nice.

Idly, she walked to the big round dining table, letting her fingers trail its edge. There, wrapped up prettily, was a box. She wondered what was inside. It looked expensive, expertly wrapped the way that it was. The glitteringly gold wrapping paper was perfectly creased and folded and the shimmery, deep green ribbon was tied in the kind of big, floppy bow that she’d never seen outside department store displays.

Kat had grown up lower-middle-class and unaccustomed to having luxuries—always scraping by paycheck to paycheck. The gift box alone looked too lavish for someone in her income bracket, never mind the gift inside. She was afraid to touch it.

But because Peter said she could—because he’d gotten it just for her—she did, carefully undoing the bow before rolling the ribbon neatly. Then she carefully turned the package over and scrounged around for the hidden strips of tape, before gingerly peeling back the paper from the box. She lifted the plain white cover and reached inside. Read more »

Crazy dream I had about my boyfriends ex.

In my dream I am in a sex club and my boy friends ex is there and she calles me out about why he chose me instead of her. She comfronts me and tells everyone that i stole her husband and she wants to know whats so great about me. Says im young so it must be sex. So i grab her hand and i show her seductively pushed her down onto a bed. Lifter her shirt and kissed her. Licked and sucked her breast. Then made my way down. She had on a skirt and no panties. Her pussy had a small patch of hair. I inhaled her scent and licked just a little bit on her clit. Then blew air on it and she shuddered. She raised her knees and opened wider for me.I didnt make her beg. I made her want it and as she opened her mouth to say something i gave her what she wanted. She threw her head back and started pulling and rubbing her own nipples. I liftued her ass off the bed and quickly stuck my finger in. Then as i fingered her ass i kept sucking her pussy until she came. She started to get up but i pushed her back down. Licking all the way up her body. I went all the way up and started kidding her passionately. The whole time she was rubbing her clit. I kissed her neck, found her spots. She started begging but i took my time. Licking back down, i circled her breast, then her areolas, then her nipples. I breathed cool air onto her wet nipples and she grabbed me tight. I gently bit them then sucked hard. By now she was grinding her pussy against me, her cum dripping down my stomach. I grabbed a strap on and made her wrap her legs around my waist. I pounded into her showing her why im so much better. All the hatred i have for her, she felt in every stroke. Her body started going limp but i held her up until she came again. Quickly i went back down to lick up all of her juices, then i grabbed a double sided dildo. (Anal is something she likes but i wont do). Without warning i shoved one side up her ass and she gasped in surprise. Then i quickly put the other side in her pussy and started fucking her in both holes, something she had always wanted my husband to do but he never would. As i did this i kept licking her clit. At this point she was screaming and screaming but i kept going. Then once again, she came all over. Then i pulled the dildo out of her, crawled back up and kissed her again, and said, "this is why i'm so much better than you." And walked out.

On Your Knees [BDSM][Catholic Priest Fetish]

Genuflect

It just didn’t feel like Christmas to Nicholas Bailey.

He shoved his hands in his leather jacket and walked down the beachside sidewalk, passing tinseled storefronts and fake, glowing, plastic snowmen posted like wintry soldiers on the streets. He shook his head at the tinny bell that rang steadily and obnoxiously as its ringer leaned against a garbage bin and talked over the jangled jingle on his phone, obviously more concerned about his weekend plans than with charity. Nicholas shook his head and fished out a dollar for the bell ringer’s bucket anyway.

He kept walking, wondering where the Christmas spirit had gone. No matter how he tried, Nicholas just couldn’t find it. He turned the corner and stared at his destination.

For a person who knew where to look, Donovan’s was built like a veritable magic box, with trap doors and hidden hatches everywhere. There were an obscene amount of ways to secret into and out of this den of decadence disguised as just another trendy downtown club. Read more »