Category: eroticliterature

Roommates (by request) – [MF, panties]

Once again, your roommate has left all of her panties out to dry all over the apartment. You pick up the closest pair, a black lacy thong and feel the material between your fingers.

Why did it feel so good? And why could you picture her wearing them… and only them?

With your eyes closed, lost in the thought of seeing her in them, you didn't hear her open the door…

"What are you doing with those?"

"I, uh, nothing… You really shouldn't leave them to dry everywhere."

"Looks to me like you might like it," she says with her eyes at your waist.

You instinctively try to cover up as she moves closer to you.

"If you like those, you'll love the ones I have on now… Red is your favorite color, right?" she said with a wink.

What was happening?

"I've been hoping you'd notice me for a while now, but you haven't said anything. I was worried that you didn't find me attractive."

Still in awe, you're frozen as she moves closer to you.

"I… No, you're very attractive. I didn't know you thought of me like that." Read more »

The Fisherman [MF][Strangers]

She'd been coming to the lake house since she was a little girl. Late summer was her favorite time to visit. Full green leaves, lightning bugs under the trees in the yard of the lake house, lazy turtles on tree limbs by the shore. She needed this weekend alone. It had been a long time since she been totally alone; living with a roommate and working in an elementary school kept her surrounded and busy.

She stretched out on the the big, pink beach towel on the sandy beach in front of the lake house. She was on her stomach letting her toes feel the sand. The cove here was always quiet, always private. She heard him before she saw him, the putt-putt sound of a trolling motor rounding the bend into the quiet waters of the cove. She turned her head to look over her shoulder.

In a low green fishing boat sat a blond-haired man with his shirt off… one hand on the motor, one hand holding a fishing rod. He still hadn't seen her laying there on the beach towel in last year's bikini she knew was a bit too small She wore it today to get maximum sun; the warm rays soaking every curve she'd exposed. Her long brown hair was piled in a loose bun on top of her head. She could see his muscled arms even from the beach. His hair was a little too long and curly. Read more »

The Falls by Tristan Kane (MC, MF)

She slipped and her foot dangled over the edge of the muddy trail and hundreds of tiny rocks cascaded against the valley below causing her heart to beat in her chest knowing she was just seconds from death. At this moment, she realized that the warning signs posted at the trails entrance and along the trail itself were not just a cautious attempt to curb tourist attention, but a truly dangerous warning. Her husband reached her just in time, grabbing her hand with his and hoisting her back up to the narrow dirt trail above the green lush valley below. Holding her close with her orange bikini covered breasts pressed into his shirtless body gave her the comfort she needed and he said “That is why this trail and waterfall have been off limits to the public since 1999.” Her chest expanding, she finally was able to catch her breath. Her grip on him was as tight as ever and he leaned down to kiss her providing a sense of security she had felt often when they were together. The adrenaline flowing through her veins did little to subdue the burning in her legs that was caused by the long hike into one of the most secluded spots on the northern shore of Oahu. The hike to Sacred Falls was not only dangerous but was said by the locals to be haunted by the Hawaiian demigod, Kamapua’a. The mischievous demigod was said to be the cause of the 1999 landslide that took the lives of 8 visitors. They had chosen this spot for its seclusion and of course for the danger. The old rusty yellow gate at the entrance displayed a sign warning visitors of the danger that lie ahead, but they didn’t heed its warning. Read more »

Undercover by Tristan Kane (MF, MC)

HE AWOKE WITH AN UNUSUAL FEELING, and initially didn’t realize what was going on or honestly where he was. His eyes opened slowly and blurry and he saw the first hint of sunrise through the window in his bedroom slightly reflecting off of their maroon sheets. He tried to move his hands but felt the cold metal of the handcuffs securing him to the black wrought iron headboard. A dream maybe, he thought initially until he had gained his full sight and when he looked down to the sheets that were covering him, he saw something he didn’t expect. Her hair draped around her face looked reddish brown in the morning sunlight and he knew what she was doing. His hazel green eyes met her beautiful browns for the first time and she smiled as she looked up from between his bare legs.

Am I dreaming, or is this for real?, he thought to himself. Her look was one of intense desire, and he felt as if she were peering into his soul. Her hair whipped back as she slung her head back and let it drape to the side exposing his hard cock from which her hand was clasped. A smile was beaming from her face and he hoped this wasn’t just a dream, he hoped this was really happening. Read more »

Garden Party [MF][Strangers] (Part 1)

Kate smiled listlessly at the guests. Emma, Matt,… so many boring people she thought to herself. She suddenly realised she didn't like any of them, her husband included. He gets a promotion, and he throws a dumb garden party, so typical of him. Kate looked around for someone new to talk to, someone exciting. She dressed well for the party, as she always did. A knee high skirt and a black shirt. Yes, sounds plain but Kate could pull it off. At least as much as her age could permit. She would be 46 next month and was dreading the party for her birthday. "Hello Mrs.Stone" said a voice behind Kate. She caught a whiff of the sea from behind her. A sailor? Lets hope he isn't too shy, she thought to herself before turning around. She looked straight into a pair of steely blue eyes. "Hello…" she smiled and extended her arm. The man took her arm and shook it. He was not extremely good looking. But he exuded confidence and had rough good looks. "Have we met before?" Kate asked the man, her hand still in his. "No ma'am. I'm Jason. I used to work with your husband". He finally let go of her hand. He had strong hands, and a muscular torso to go with it. Kate couldn't help thinking what she would let those hands do to her. "How come I've never met you before Jason?" slowly leading him away from the crowd and closer to the fence. "Well ma'am" … "Kate".. "Ok Kate" he smiled at her,"I've been living in England the last couple of years. I worked with your husband before that only for a few months". She nodded silently. They walked silently for a moment. What do I tell him now, Kate thought worryingly. "You don't seem very thrilled at the party Kate" said Jason, breaking the tension. "Yeah well, how can I? You have to admit it is pretty boring" she said in disgust about the party. "Yes. Yes it is. But the last five minutes have been much better" Jason gave her a knowing smile. Kate blushed. She couldn't believe she had just blushed. It had been many years since a man made her blush. But two can play at this, she thought to herself and said "Really? I wonder what it could be?". They were standing next to the fence and staring at each other. He towered above Kate's diminutive 5 foot frame. He looked down on her and said "I have a feeling the next one hour is going to be a blast" Kate didn't take her eyes of him for a second. "You're really confident about yourself" she said her breathing getting heavier. "I am. I also like confident women" Jason placed his hand on hers. Kate looked across at her husband. The asshole was too busy talking to notice. "What are you looking at? I'm right here" said Jason. His voice was so sexy, so deep that it sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear "Your garden shed is a really cute looking building". He walked away into the crows leaving Kate standing there, her heart thumping. She walked to the drinks table and had two shots of vodka. She turned and made her way to her garden shed. She remembered spending time here as a newlywed, rearing new plants. It must have been at least a year since she had entered the place. Looking around and waiting for the opportune moment, she turned the door knob and entered. Read more »

The Plane by Tristan Kane (MC, MF)

The massive drop from mid air caused her to wake up startled and a bit scared. The turbulence was increasing the farther into the flight they became. A bit shaken by the sudden jolt of the huge metal plane, she quickly raised the white plastic window cover and took a peak outside but saw nothing but darkness. She estimated that they were over the Pacific Ocean about 7 hours into their 14 hour flight from Virginia Beach to Honolulu. The cabin was a bit chilly and looking around she noticed that everyone was asleep including her husband who was reclined right beside her snuggled up into a blue blanket provided by the airline. She had worn her favorite black Nike short shorts and a Dri fit white shirt knowing that she wanted to be comfortable on the long flight, but this choice of clothing exposed her to the cool air and she slid closer to her husband to get some extra warmth. The loud snoring of two passengers seated in the middle section of the plane filled the air with a sort of rhythmic music. The seating in the back of the plane was not ideal but it felt secluded away from the other passengers. Read more »

The Priestess and adepts of the order demand obedience. [MF submissive massage]

There is a familiar haze rising from the room. The air is thick but not stifling. The setting sun creates dazzling orange beams filtering between the stone columns framing the outdoor bathhouse. It's hard to believe its already been 6 months since I was accepted into the order. The days have been a wonderful blur of learning to conform to the needs of the high priestess and her adepts. Although I haven't had the honor of serving the high priestess herself, I look forward to it more than anything.

"Pay attention Blake!" Adam whispers at me urgently. "Stop admiring her unless you are called for. We can't let the water get cold." But I can't help it. She's mesmerizing in her movements. Like a swaying cobra that may strike at any moment yet you cant pull your eyes away. The red silk robe barely hides her curvy figure and erect nipples. She's starting to sweat and I catch a single droplet forming at the top of her inner thigh and follow as it makes its way down past her knee then turns slightly around the side of her calve muscle, then across her and ankle and finally dripping off her toe. Read more »

FM – Damien Black (Futuristic Erotic Crime)

Here are the opening chapters to something I'm working on. Let me know if you'd like more:

INTRODUCTION

He didn’t know where he was, but the transporter had hummed along for nearly an hour. He already knew he was in deep, deeper than usual, but this meant bad news. Usually he’d try to run, a simple white and blue picking him up (if they could) before even ID’ing him, but this time was a different story. Both hands were locked in code protected, aeon cuffs, same as his ankles – the finest 22nd century shackles tax payer money can buy. The techies don’t skimp on the fail safes, not anymore, he thought. Suddenly, the ship began to shake. Vibrating, deep noise filled his ears and those of the four armoured men sitting in the back watching him as they hovered into landing position. After a moment of chugging gears and steam, they set down softly, the engine calming into an electronic hiss. The watch team told him to stand up. I was just getting comfy, he said. The back gate slid open quickly to show the ten guards waiting on his arrival, fully geared up. One stepped forward and signalled those inside to move out. Read more »

[Meta][MF][Not actually a story][The MF tag was a lie] Any tips on actually finishing a story?

I've almost-written about 5 stories for this sub, but each time I do, I end up putting way too much detail in them. My most recent attempt already contains 25,000 characters and isn't even half way done yet.

Once I've spent about 6 or 8 hours writing, I start to lose arousal about the topic of the story and give up on it for the day. It's then really hard to pick it back up again to finish off. I've not written a 'normal' (i.e. non-erotic) story in a while, but I'm guessing they are easier to pick back up because with erotic stories I have to be really aroused about the particular story before I get back to it…

So, I'm either asking "How do I make my stories shorter?"

(Younger me would be confused – I could never write stories that were long enough before, and now they're all far too long… I hope one day I can say the same thing happened with my penis… ahem…)

Or I'm asking "How do you find the motivation to take an old story back up if you're only half-way done with it?" Read more »

My roommate

Roommate… Finals week is coming up and I have been doing nothing but spending all my free time studying at the library. I would go there immediately after class and spend all day studying until the late hours of the night. I would then quietly wonder back to the apartment in attempts to not disturb my sleeping roommate. It is a two bedroom college apartment that is located right off campus and my other roommate just moved in this semester. We never really got to be too close due to our separate groups of friends, and other activities that kept both her and me out of the apartment.

The same routine seemed to happen every night of the week. I would be gone from the apartment all day, and come home super late from studying; but today is Friday and I wanted to go out. I left the library early and walked home around 8:00 to go get ready. Read more »