Category: eroticliterature

The Best Job

Hello there. This is my first post this this subreddit, and one of my older stories. Any critiques or criticism are welcomed.

I have the best job in the world. No, really, I do. I know what you’re thinking. ‘I’m a CEO, and I make millions!’ or, ‘I’m a doctor, and I save lives!’. That may be, but my job’s still better. What’s my job? I’m an executive personal assistant. No, wait, I know it doesn't sound like the best, but I’ll prove it to you. Let me take you through an average day at my job.

Most days begin with me waking up at six o’clock, doing a quick 15-minute workout, and hopping into the shower. From there, I whip up a smoothie for breakfast, get dressed in my suit and tie, and out the door of my spartan apartment by seven, so I can catch the seven forty bus to work.

I know what you’re thinking: ‘Apartment, bus, bah! Rich lifestyle for someone with the “best job in the world”’. And it’s true, lots of other jobs earn more, and it’d be nice to have a car, or a yard, or a 401k worth more than a shoe box, but I’d live on the street to keep this job. Read more »

[F4M][very light BDSM/BD] Your Hands

Your hands were the first thing I noticed about you. Strong, solid, rough hands. Not rough as in the opposite of soft – your touch could be soft if you wanted it to be – but almost rough as in powerful. Mighty.

The moment I felt your hands against my skin, I needed more. When you pulled down the zipper of my dress for the first time, your fingertips grazed my suddenly exposed skin, trailing down my spine to the small of my back. My dress fell to the ground and you set it aside.

I was left in just sheer black stockings with a panel of lace reaching the middle of my thighs, held up by garters attached to my matching black lace panties. Such pretty little things that served not much function other than to look pretty. I suppose that was fitting anyway, considering I served no function tonight but to look pretty for you; to please you in any way that you wanted me to. I smiled to myself with the thought, wanting to please you in every way possible. All because of those hands that I can’t stop thinking about now. Read more »

Com[f]ort [f]rom a dear friend

Hey guys, I'm Shannon. I'm workshopping my new novel, and I was hoping to get some feedback. Please let me know what you think!

I was in over my head. I knew I was. I was living on my own for the first time in my life, in a one bedroom apartment on the south side of town, paying my own bills, buying my own groceries. My job barely brought in enough money to keep my head above water, and my student loan debt was growing by leaps and bounds every semester.

By being very careful with my spending, I was able to set aside about $1000 over the course of October and November for Christmas presents for my friends and family. Then, on the very first day of December, I was driving through an intersection and a Blazer clipped my back end. I screamed out loud while my car spun around, and I just caught sight of the other car as it drove away.

The repairs totally wiped out my Christmas fund and cut my grocery budget in half for the week. Read more »

Confessions of a Married Woman [M/F][x-post /r/sexystories]

He was in town for a conference at a hotel near my work. He had a bit of a break between presentations and texted me to see if I was free. Luckily I finished work early, and knowing he was in town packed some sexy supplies just in case. We decided to meet at the hotel bar at 3:00, knowing he needed to be back at the conference center by 6:00 for the keynote and dinner.

I entered the bar and spotted him with a large group of people, all talking and laughing loudly; they were a little drunk despite it being the middle of the afternoon. I caught his eye, and he tried to excuse himself, but his colleagues had him trapped. Time was wasting. As I sipped my cocktail and looked at the clock, I could see him getting antsy. He faked a yawn and lied that he needed a nap before dinner. His colleagues mocked him for not being able to hold his liquor, but he was grudgingly freed. He sneaked past me and slipped something into my pocket. By the time I grabbed it and looked up, he had hurried away to the elevators. Read more »

Lazy Day at Tom & Jess’s flat part 1

Tom woke up. It was so nice knowing that he didn’t have to get up as he had a day off after working in the bar until late last night. He wandered around naked in a bit of a daze as he awoke. Tom is 6’4”, broad shouldered and keeps himself fit.

The flat is warm and sunlight in the middle of summer. His flatmate is out at work. Jess is a fun, sassy woman in her late 20s, quite tall (around 5’ 9”) with a luscious curvy body and dark brown hair in a short bob. They have shared the flat for 4 months after Jess’s friend moved out of the flat to move in with her fiancé

Tom wandered around the flat thinking what he should do with his lazy day. Jess’s door is ajar and he peers in. He wanders into her room and spies a pair of knickers on the floor. It occurs to him that she would have taken these off and stood there right where he was, absolutely naked. He imagined seeing the curves of her body undressed and he felt a stirring in his groin. Read more »

The Intern

Sorry that this is another rough draft. I took my first stab at writing erotica the other day, and really enjoyed it. I'd love to know what you all think of my next piece: The Intern.

"I'll only be another hour or two," Taylor said, without lifting her head from the deposition she was rushing to complete, "well… hopefully." She picked up the remaining stack of pages and flipped through them far too quickly to count.

"Just don't be here all night," her boss said, "an attractive young girl like yourself should be out on the town on a Friday night, not stuck behind some desk."

"Well," she sighed as she finally looked up at him and slowly took off her glasses, "most attractive young women aren't up for a promotion to Sr. Partner if their case goes well."

"Ahh.." he said, tilting his head in acknowledgment, "just don't forget to have some kind of fun for yourself tonight." "Oh don't you worry," she said back to him, sliding her glasses off her ears, "this office is my playground." He laughed as he turned and left her office. She looked back down at her paperwork slowly, then double took and realized that she never noticed how tight, lifted, and pronounced his ass was. It lifted as he walked in the same way she hoped that hers did. If only he wasn't such an overbearing, micromanaging jerk, she thought to herself, maybe i'd want to take a look. Read more »

Anya and Michael (F-dom, first chapter, constructive crit wanted.)

Bzzzt-Bzzzt-Bzzzt-Bzzzt

Hearing his phone buzzing against the coffee table in the other room sent Michael's heart racing. "Four short bursts" was reserved for her, the urgency of the ringer matching how important it was to get to the phone quickly. Bzzzt-Bzzzt- "Hello Mistress Anya," Michael gasped, snatching the phone up and holding it out so she can see his face. Her eyebrows were furrowed on the other end of the video call, narrowing her dazzling green eyes.

"And what took you so long to answer?" Her pink lips pursed thin and tight waiting for a reply.

"I was in the other room cleaning, I left my phone on the table by mistake," Michael quickly added, "Mistress."

"Oh? Is that so?" She raised a brow skeptically on screen. "I think you might have been up to something else. I know you've got trouble keeping your hands off yourself when left alone." She smirked devilishly to herself with this last comment.

"No, Mistress."

"Prove it." Read more »

Girl At The Party (by request) – [M,F]

He looked around the room trying to find someone, anyone to talk to so that he didn't have to listen to yet another sorority girl tell him that he was her favorite player on the football team. It was fun sometimes, seeing them pretend to know which position he played and what his major might be. But he really wasn't in the mood tonight. He emptied his red cup and made his way to the kitchen for a refill. On his way back to his friends, he saw her. Jessica.

Long, dirty blonde hair swept in front of her beautiful round face and big brown eyes. Her cutoff top putting her amazingly flat stomach on display. The bright pink skirt showing off her incredibly juicy ass and making her already lengthy tanned legs seem endless.

He'd seen her at practice before and at the games several times, being that she is a cheerleader, but he never fully noticed her until now. Maybe it was the sixth cup of cheap beer, or just the sheer site of her, but he wanted her. Now. Read more »