Category: eroticliterature

The Lusty Argonian Maid, Volume III

By Crassius Curo

A short excerpt from Crassius Curo's bawdy play

ACT II, SCENE IV CONTINUED

Lifts-Her-Tail: Good evening, Master Colto. Back so soon from your walk?

Crantius Colto: Yes, my dear. And I see you have finished trimming the hedges at the front entrance.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Indeed I have. Would you like to examine my work?

Crantius Colto: No need, my love. I will take the rear entrance so as not to disturb the mistress.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Pardon me, sire. Are the bushes not satisfactory? The front gate is just as quiet as the back door.

Crantius Colto: But it is quite wide. Perhaps you could resize it. Until then, I shall take the rear.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Again your pardon, Master Colto. I am but a simple Argonian Maid. Rebuilding the front gate is beyond my abilities.

Crantius Colto: Do not fret, my blossom. I prefer the back door, but you must be capable of shrinking the front door with enough effort.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Thrice your pardon, sire, but even with all my efforts, it may take months!

Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy’s Sister and Her Secret Sex Dungeon [feat. incest]

I drove out to Darla's caravan site nervous of what I might find. She'd promised me her parents were out of town and that only her and her older sister remained.

Who was this sister that Darla confided in? And why did she want to meet me?

Darla kept up the game admirably. She wasn't going to tell me anything.

I rolled the car onto the site slowly and the gravel cracked underneath announcing my arrival.

It was a hot day in late August. One of those English summer days where everything is just right. A cool breeze blowed and the clear skies offered an occasional cloud to provide some respite.

The door to the smallest of the three caravans opened and Darla stood on the threshold.

Her long brown hair was free from the tight bun she usually kept it in. She'd tied it loosely behind her head in a long ponytail. She wore a white head band. She had denim shorts on and a grey, tight-fitting tank top. The cool breeze brought her nipples to attention. There was no bra. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy Assfuck

She didn't look in my direction. She just walked straight into the store. Picked up three tops and headed toward the changing rooms.

"Good girl, Darla" I whispered to myself.

Two minutes later she appeared with only two tops in hand. She dumped these and made straight for the exit. She had come to play.

"Excuse me but I need you to come with me to my office. Follow me."

She feigned ignorance and annoyance at being caught stealing once again. But she was a terrible actress. No one was watching. The performance was all for me. Good girl.

I'll admit to feeling slightly awkward when we did get to my office but Darla cut that tension by hitching her denim skirt up slightly to show me her trimmed bush. This was new territory for us.

The last time I'd explored every vein and artery that intertwined on her massive, over-ripe tits. I'd chugged on them, spat all over them, chewed and ruined them. She had taken my dick between those pale milky cannons and I'd finished between them with thick salvos of hot spunk.

This time Darla wanted some attention. Read more »

[MFF]Our Naughty Night Out. Second post. Give me some feedback

I approach her as your eyes burn into me from across the room. I step in close and you read by our body language that introductions were made. Your curiosity is piqued and and your not quite sure what to expect next.

I caught her gaze a few times earlier in the evening just out of the corner of my eye. As I made eye contact, her's quickly darted away. You've noticed me noticing her all night. She appears to be just my type. Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, short, with a curvy figure and a gorgeous ass. The complete opposite of you. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy Titwank

Gypsies, Pikeys, Travellers. They all mean the same around here.

I'm a security guard at a department store in town. You might not like it but it's my job to discriminate. I profile everyone who comes into my store. I play the percentages. It's what makes me good at my job.

That's why I knew what to look out for when a small crew of Gypsy girls came in last week.

They were lead by a girl who looked about 19 years old. She was petite and wore large hoop earrings. She was pale and her brown hair was scraped back into a tight bun. She wore a denim jacket and jeans. So far so typical.

What made her truly stand out was that she was carrying around a pair of truly enormous tits.

Her bra must have had some industrial wiring in it because her tits came out almost horizontally from her collarbone. She had a small back and was fairly petite.

She knew what she had and was more than happy to show them off to the world. That day she wore a tight fitting white tank top with a deep cut at the front exposing her cleavage. Read more »

[MF]An erotic story of foreplay that I texted to a new friend.

I want to plant my mouth firmly on top of your soaked pussy and aggressively lick your sweet spot as I slide my fingers into you and begin stroking upwards right on your g spot. I apply a firm pressure upwards as my mouth continues to work on your clit. My free hand roams around your body first grabbing your ass hard before trailing up your rib cage. My hand moves over your collar bone to your neck where I firmly grasp you only slightly restricting your breathing. My fingers quicken their pace sliding just a bit deeper into you and stroking the upper wall. I start with one finger and quickly add the second one when you are warmed up. My fingers work to stretch you a bit wider. You begin to feel that slight pleasure that's not quite pain. My hand tightens it's grip around your neck the closer you get to cumming.

I move my mouth off of your clit to get better leverage and to finally suck on your nipples. I suck them hard and pull them away from your body. Just as they start to slip out of my mouth I bite down hard trapping them between my teeth. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 2 of 2 – “Impossible made possible” (MF)

Our lucidity returned and we realised we were not alone. From behind the shelves at the bottom of the steps we heard others arriving to ascend the steps. We were not un-discoverable and a keen eye could see us from the street. Perhaps they already had?

I grabbed her arm and we rushed onto a nearby dirt track that ran behind a row of thatch roofed shops selling trinkets and cans of coke. After 15 metres the track spilt in two and we took the path headed up the hill into the dry and dusty wood that covered the site. After 50 metres we came across an out house that accompanied a water tank. Only the hum from the generator told us that the place was still used. We were alone. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)

Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get. Read more »

(M/F) The corruption of a Bhikkhuni (a female monk)

Note: My first post and a long read. Hope you enjoy.

I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion. Read more »