Category: eroticliterature

Private critique with your (f) drawing teacher (m)

First time writing anything like this… I did it for myself but maybe someone else will like it

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You've been fantasizing about your drawing teacher Adam all semester. He's tall and muscular with beautiful blue eyes. You love the way he talks to you in class, showing his authority. Now you've finished a project late, so you have to go to his office to hand it in the next day.

"Hi Adam, I finished the homework that was due yesterday." He takes it but doesn't really look at it, just thanks you and puts it down. "I was hoping I could get some feedback."

"You know you could've gotten feedback from the whole class if you had finished it for the critique."

"I'm really sorry I got behind in your class, but I'm caught up now! I really just want to know how I can improve."

He looks up at you and his eyes linger at your cleavage on their way to your face. "I'll give you a private crit, but even if you revise it you've already lost points for being late." Read more »

Our last Valentine’s Day [mf]

You waited until I’d gotten on the freeway to fuck with my head. It started simple enough — first you reclined the seat back a bit, then stretched your legs. It wasn’t until you’d started lifting up your dress that I’d realized what was happening. You hiked it up slowly, watching for my reaction along the way. It was hard to keep my eye on the road; you were getting so close to the end. That’s when I noticed your big surprise — you weren’t wearing any underwear.

Your pussy was freshly waxed, and as you sat up to pull your dress completely under you, I could hear how turned on you were, the sound of your lips rubbing against each other, so wet. You rubbed your clit, then slid your fingers inside yourself; you didn’t really need to, you knew you’d be getting my cock soon enough, but you wanted to watch me squirm, especially when you took your fingers out and held them in front of me, then spread your fingers so that I could see how just sticky they were. And, of course, when you put them in your mouth and sucked on them, both at first, then one at a time for good measure. Read more »

Exploring new sexual territory during a trip to Cambodia

Sitting surrounded by day-old friendships, house music, and cheap beer in the bar of a hostel that claims to be "Siem Reap's Finest!", I can't help but feel pleased with myself. The person I am in this moment- confident, independent, capable, open, spontaneous, smiling away- is the person I aspired to be. And it isn't serendipity which inspires my contentment, but the peace of knowing I chose the life I wanted to lead. "I am the captain of my fate…"

I steal a quick smile to myself amid the cloud of conversation, satisfied with the result a small investment of courage can yield. Whether crossing the world to move to a faraway land, or crossing the room to approach smiling strangers, there are few times swallowing my fears hasn't served a great benefit. Tonight is no exception. Read more »

Jack meets Amanda and Andrew, Part 1[BDSM][Chastity][Sissy]

My name is Jack and I’m 22. I was dealing with a bad break up when I decided that I would try going on the internet to find someone to hook up with. Part of the reason why my last girlfriend and I split is because I have some pretty sick fantasies that she didn’t want to be a part of. I’ve always really wanted to be in a three way relationship between another man and a woman. I would serve as a sexual slave for my partners and satisfy them in any way they wanted. I knew it was going to be kind of a stretch to find someone who was into the same things I am, but luckily I found a nice couple in about a month that sounded real and sounded like they wanted to have fun. Read more »

A White Woman Explains Why She Prefers Black Men

Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There’s only one patch of skin on a white man’s body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man’s skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn’t be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, “Once you go black, you never go back” is all about the feeling of the skin.

And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn’t have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It’s not me, it’s them being the white guys who weren’t after me anymore, or so I claimed. Read more »

Love To Hate [M+TG, hatefuck]

This is an extrapolation of a roleplay I am currently engaged in with /u/pewpew52. Credit is due to him for the opening back-and-forth!

Story continued in comments.

Having to put with Alex’s presence in the house was killing me. He was my step-brother, two years my junior, and to say that we didn’t get on would be an understatement. For years we had lived only to frustrate and torment each other, and though we had both moved out of home we still found it difficult to get along with one another. He’d made my life hell for a couple of years in particular, and I wasn’t of the mind to forgive him. So why, I hear you ask, was I enduring his presence once more? I shall tell you.

For the preceding eight months Alex’s father, Andrew, and my mother had been travelling around Europe, and we had both taken time off of work to greet them upon their return. We were to spend the week in their house, catch up, and hear all about their travels. Well… that was the plan. Typical of my mercurial mother, though, she and Andrew extended their stay by a week, which now left myself and Alex alone in the house together, and meant that I wouldn’t get to catch up with my mother for anything more than a weekend. Read more »

My Hairdresser[m/f]

I've wanted her for so long – ever since she started cutting my hair about 10 years ago. She's married, and after too many failures with women who are taken – once without my knowing she was in a relationship, once knowing she was but thinking I could save her from a bad relationship, and once knowing full well what I was doing but justifying it with desperate loneliness – I'm finished trying that game. But that doesn't stop the fantasies… or the dreams.

She's a little shorter than I am, perhaps 5' 4". Curves for days. She's about seven or eight years older than me and defines 'milf' to a T. But her best feature is her hair. Blonde curls that come down to about her jaw, not a single strand of hair that isn't twisted and bouncy. It's hair that says "innocently playful but flirty and sexy."

What I wouldn't give to have those golden curls between my legs, her bright blue eyes staring up at me, the twinkle of that single tiny diamond stud in her nose winking up at me as her perfectly pink tongue finishes me off. I want to know that those curls feel like, wrapped around my fingers, tickling my thighs and hips… Read more »

Refereeing in her pants[M+F]

Although this may not be fiction I wanted to practice my writing a bit and though about this after refereeing a girls hockey game last week.

I had arrived at the hockey arena at 5 o'clock to referee a midget(16-17 year olds) AA game. Being on of the only younger officials it was quite common for me to get a lot of attention during the games from the girls playing. I'd like to consider myself pretty good looking but today was different. Normally its just a glance here or there, but at this game most of the more attractive girls were straight up eye-fucking me. Whenever I was to pick up the puck in the visiting team's end I had noticed the goalie had seemed to take a liking to me. I could practically feel her beautiful green eyes watching me as I went to drop the puck. Even with her mask on, I had never seen someone so beautiful. At the end of the game she had taken her mask off as she came to shake my hand and I finally got a good look at her perfect face. From behind her thin pink lips I heard her quietly whisper that she wanted to talk to me about the game in the lobby later on, to which I agreed. Read more »

First smutty writing

again, unedited and unread through.

She was sitting at her desk, wearing a modest pair of black spandex shorts and a tank top: her usual lounge wear. She was tapping a pen repeatedly, one of her many habits that she couldn't get out of no matter what. Between that and chewing on pen caps, it was clear to see she went through many of them. Her gaze was focused on the computer screen, a jumble of words viewable. Her right hand was on the keyboard, index finger pressing the down arrow repeatedly as her eyes scanned the page.

As he approached closer, she had failed to notice him. Her attention was taken by the now visible site of Fanfiction. His quick reading skill picked up the names 'Sirius' and 'Hermione' and he deduced that she was reading smut, yet again. She seemed to have a fetish for the young teenager to be mating with someone much older than her.

The man reaches out to rest his hands on her shoulders and he leans down, brushing his lips across the back of her neck; her hair was conveniently in a high bun, another sign of her lazing around. "Anything interesting happening to them today?" He murmurs against her skin, and grins as she shivers at his breath. Read more »