Category: eroticliterature

Just between you and me. And him.

Based on a true story, most of this is completely real and happened exactly as described. Some of the facts and the names have been changed.

I met them at a McDonalds, while I was doing my make up and waiting to go to a job interview. I noticed Ty first. He had a face like a gangster and a sexy, rock hard body. We had an instant connection. They were there with a bunch of their friends, who all left after a while. I ended up chilling for a few hours with him and his friend Dre. I could tell these two were really close friends.

After a while of all of us enjoying some great conversation and general goofing off, I noticed how cute Dre was. His face was more classic, and he had thick curly hair and a wickedly charming smile. It was then that I realized I was unintentionally flirting with both of them, but they weren't acting jealous of one another. They were both totally chill about me showing them both attention, something I'd never experienced before. And they were both so gorgeous, with their silky dark skin and their full lips, black eyes and sculpted cheek bones, exactly what I love to see in a black guy. I don't know why I'm so attracted to black guys. But then again, I've always loved contrast. Read more »

A fantasy I texted my boyfriend (FMF)

My boyfriend asked me to text him a fantasy of mine, he later asked me to share it here:

I was going to this party with one of my girlfriends, I had known her for some years and we had a very open and honest relationship – we could talk about everything. My boyfriend and I had fantasized about me being intimate with a girl for quite some time and had joked about my girlfriend being a possible person for the job. Back to the party my girlfriend, let's call her Amy, and I had settled in and gotten the first glasses of wine. The music was playing and we hit the dance floor, shaking and grinding, having fun.

Between us doing some dancing we drink some more and the alcohol starts taking effect on my body and head. We start dancing closer and touching each other on the hips and ass, pulling us closer and closer. Suddenly I find myself putting my lips in hers, kissing her soft and quickly. I pull my head back slowly while looking into her eyes. She smiles at me and all of a sudden she pulls me back in for yet another kiss. Read more »

Love Making from Start to Finish [oral] [sex] [MF]

I’m kissing you for what seems like hours as I softly press my knee in between your legs applying enough pressure to add a level of discomfort yet provide clitoral stimulation. Then I start kissing you more wildly as our bodies get in tune with one another and I slip my long fingers into your panties which are already damp. You want to tell me to stop but you’re so horny that the only sound your body can produce in your ecstasy are your moans that you can’t hold back. I keep rubbing my fingers on your pussy, playing with it, toying with it, and poking at it so I could get to learn every cubic inch of your dripping lips all while making sure to pleasure you. You keep grabbing at my hard back as if you were going to fall off a cliff, but that only makes me want to finger you harder and faster. Your moans turn into screams and as my fingers are dancing inside your hot and wet pussy I find new ways to get you going. I press up against your walls, stick in three fingers, and play with your clit. Read more »

Mississippi State Does Erotica on Yik-Yak: “50 Shades of Maroon”

So, if ya'll haven't heard of Yik Yak, it's a social media site where people can posts 150 character posts, but your identity is completely anonymous, and you only see "Yaks" from people in a 1-2 mile radius of you. Each "Herd" is based around a College Campus so it's a way for it's students to communicate on a large scale to their fellow classmates.

Around 9:00pm, I anonymously posted the following question: "English majors are great sexters, athletes are good in bed, artists are kinky; so what is a business majors specialty?" 45 comments later, MSU had it's very own erotica fiction: 50 Shades of Maroon.

"8 50 pm, Thursday. A breeze rolls through my open window, carrying in the scent of dew-covered magnolias outside. Reminded of your delicate form, my pants stretch under the evidence of my arousal."

"Moaning, his lips stole her breath while his fingers traced her thigh. She whimpered when his teeth grazed her bottom lip, and a delicious warmth began to grow in her core."

"Tingling as though with electricity her hand makes for his belt. His pupils dilate; a sharp inward breath breaks through his quivering lips. Growling under tension, he pushes her flat onto her back." Read more »

She awakens [MMF]

I watched the head of my cock nose in to the pearly drop of another man's cum that had pooled in the soft opening to my wife's vagina. His and her silky warmth coated the shaft of my cock while a soft moan escaped her lips. Her skin felt cool and dewy to my touch; the sweat from her exertions evaporating, leaving her salty, musky, intoxicating.

When she began bringing him into our home for her weekly massage, I never would have foreseen that it would bring us to this moment.

At first she would leave her panties on. She discouraged his hands from going anywhere beneath the towel that guarded her modesty. The oil on her skin and the hour of unselfish touch left her glowing and alive.

Then one day she rolled onto her back, exposing her nipples to the bright sunshine that filled our living room. His hands dismissed the tension in the muscles beneath, then finished gently with the softness of her breasts. His touch had brought her to a quiet orgasm.

The next week she went completely naked beneath the towel but his hands never strayed beneath the cottony, scratchy softness. The memory of his hands on her chest brought a private heat and wetness beneath the towel. Read more »

Under the dim computer light [MF]

Hello everyone. I've recently taken a liking to erotic literature, but I'm very picky with it so I decided to try to write a short story.

The story is more focused on the act itself rather than the setting, so keep that in mind.

Again, this is the first thing I've ever written and I would like honest feedback, whether it be related to character, setting, narrative, grammar, detail, descriptions… I think you get it.

Seriously, I know it is not very great, so by being honest you're only helping me.

Thank you in advance for your help, and I hope you enjoy.

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She yawns. You look over your shoulder to see her lying on the bed on top of her stomach, feet up in the hair and hands supporting her head. She has been quietly watching you work on your computer for about one hour now. She is absolutely beautiful.

She is a tall girl, about 1.80 meters. Deep, brown eyes and dark red, straight long hair which, had her been standing, would reach to about the level of her nipples. She has a very attractive, slender build and her breasts are small and cute. Her skin is very white. Read more »

Beach Aftermath [m,f]

Part 1

We walk hand in hand in no direction in particular. Having had our fill of the beach for the day, we stopped at a local ice cream shop to get to know each other more before we decided to go for a walk. Before long, we came up to the local bakery where my friend, Amy, worked.

"This is where my friend works. I should stop in and say hey." He stared at me bewildered, dropping my hand.

"What?"

"My sister works here."

"Really?"

He opens the door for me and let's me go ahead of him. "John!"

I look over to see a cute European-looking girl running up to him and wrapping her arms around him.

"Lo!" A second later I'm nearly tackled as Amy's blonde hair whips around me and her arms squeeze.

"I'm sorry, do I know you," I smile at her.

"Ha! Jo-Jo, this is my friend, Lauren. Lauren, this is Joanna."

"And this is my brother, John," Joanna says.

"Finally I get to meet your brother! I've heard so much about you! Is your wife coming down to visit soon?" Amy asks. Read more »

Spring Break (The Adventures of Dennis part 4, cont’d)

I wasn’t in to Dirk’s plan. So that night, I ignored him. I got trashed at a bar further downtown in Miami and hit on several groups of girls. None of them were interested. I vaguely remember some big dude stepping between me and some other chick and yelling in my face. I swung at him. He socked me in the face. I remember me throwing a chair. We were restrained by bouncers and I was thrown to the pavement. I woke up in our hotel room the next morning with a white hospital bracelet on my wrist and a bandage on my cheek. I didn’t recall anything. Dirk was, once again, not there. I checked my phone and saw a ton of texts from Anjali. I only knew it was her because the first message said; “Hey this is Anjali.” I drank coffee and rehearsed a plan. I would go to her room and we’d have a quick pity fuck. I wasn’t sure how functional my cock would be after the previous night, but I’d manage. I would make sure that she sucked my cock for at least five minutes. I don’t leave these situations without lips having been around my cock. I’d tell her I didn’t think she was my type, get dressed and go. I made sure to remove the bandage before I left, because despite her insecurity, I didn’t think Anjali would want to fuck a mummy. I arrived at her room and rang the bell. Nothing happened. I rang it again. I thought she probably wasn’t there. But she opened the door and stood with her arms crossed, once again wearing a t-shirt and her underwear. In the background, buck-naked: Dirk. I couldn’t fucking believe it. “Hi Dennis,” she said, matter of a fact. “Hey…” I said. “What!?” There was a pause. “What,” she said, “is you’re a neglectful shit-brain. You promise me we’ll hang out again, and you don’t answer my texts. ‘It’s okay, Anjali, you’re such a special person. Your Mom just doesn’t realize it.’” She pointed a finger at me. “Bullshit. You just wanted to have sex with me. You’re a shithead male stereotype, do you know that? Well, guess what? Two can play at the game you’re playing. How old are you, anyway?” “Nineteen. What does that matter, you—“ She looked kind of surprised. “Nineteen,” she said. “Well I don’t know how many women you play these games with, but I hope you get AIDS before your twenty-fifth birthday.” “Thanks for granting me that six-year window,” I said as the door shut on me. I walked away. The door opened behind me and I heard Dirk call, “We’re still on buddy.” At first, when Anjali had used the word game, I’d thought that Dirk had let her in on the moan game. But I realized she was more likely referring to me being a manipulative douche. But I now saw what Dirk meant when he’d said, “No. Those same chicks.” I bought a coke from the machine downstairs. I took a long swig and thought of how two would, indeed, play at that game. Read more »

Spring Break (The Adventures of Dennis part 4)

Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion. But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept. The next day was a little more interesting. We stood in a Tiki bar talking with two girls. One of them was Adrienne, who was a senior at Florida State University, where she studied creative writing. The other was Anjali. She was doing an internship with a law firm down here in Miami. Her college was in California. She was originally from India, but she had no accent, so she must have moved here at a young age. She wore a blue blouse and bluer jeans, with a tear on one leg. I recognized the tear in her jeans was a desperate plea for male attention. Her hair was black enough to create dark contours against the tacky brown oak of the bar. Whenever a drink flashed in the light, her hair countered it. I was playing it low-key. I started off with Adrienne, but Dirk consistently elbowed his way in there, and ultimately I gave him the ground. While I sipped my Jack and Coke (don’t even ask if they bother checking IDs in Florida), Anjali said to me; “So, like, do you get free passes to concerts and stuff?” I’d told her I was a roadie for The Dave Matthews Band. She loved it. I’d guessed she would. “No,” I said. “Not really. Dave and I don’t get along too great.” “Why’s that?” I sighed while I came up with something. “Oh, you know, me and his daughter,” I said. “We may or may not have had something going on. It’s all good now and me and her are totally friends. It’s just, when her Dad found out, you know…” Her eyes bugged out enough to stick to the ceiling. “Oh my God,” she said. “You can’t be serious.” I nodded. “Let’s just say I keep a bat in my apartment.” The more I told her about Dave Matthews being a deranged psycho, the closer she moved toward me. As soon as it got to the point where I came back from the bar with two drinks and slid my hand down her shoulder after handing her drink over, I could see the deal was sealed. At around this time, Dirk and Adrienne split. Dirk’s a pro. Read more »

The Addict – Part 2 (m/f, office sex, erotica, humor)

She smirked. "You're funny, Gary, and kind of attractive in an overgrown high school jock kind of a way. Sorry. That was inappropriate, I'm sure you'll want to report me to HR."

"Not at all. For the record, I find you to be a very nice looking woman." Then I panicked. "Please don't report me to HR, I need this job, oh crap, sorry, me and my big mouth."

She laughed out loud. "Nice to hear a compliment, it's been awhile. A long while. Shit, did I just say that out loud? I've been here for twelve hours already, I think I'm getting loopy."

"While we're saying stuff out loud, I am compelled to tell you that a button came off your blouse and I can see your bra. But let me say this, the view is pretty amazing." Damn my brain, what an asshole.

She looked down at her chest and shrugged. "Hey, gotta take a cheap thrill once in awhile, right?"

"That's not a cheap thrill ma'am, that is like a million dollar view." Hey, I was on a roll, so I decided to just go for it. Read more »