Category: eroticliterature

Forced, mindless, pleasure.

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The setting sun shines through the windows and onto your face. The room is getting darker; you've been served the same gruel, and the girls are gone for their dinner.

For the third time today, you are alone.

You've been given some peace. The buzzing in your crotch has stopped. You still feel sore; numb even, your pussy still wet and aroused.

While the girls were away you tried humping yourself on the bedposts, the nightstands, even the lamps. But you just couldn't come.

What you feel, instead, is a desperate plateau. Pressing your pussy against the humming vibrator, you try and try again to get those waves and waves of pleasure to break over you; to feel that rush go up to your head and over it; to feel the pulsating ecstasy go up your torso; to feel that tingling in your nipples and breasts. Read more »

The Garden Party [M/F] [M+F+/F] [BDSM] [pain] [2nd person]

I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom.

Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties. It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out. Read more »

Mindless despair.

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ooooooooooohhhh… the man groans, as he buries his face in between your tits. You feel him spurt inside of you, and you come; your contractions tightening around his cock, milking it for what he's worth. Your pussy clenches around him, as though you don't want to let him go.

But you know what you did was wrong. You know you're a bad little girl. As you feel his breath on your sensitive, wet boobs, you think of what Master would think of you if he saw cum dripping down your sad, sorry cunt.

He holds onto you for a few more seconds; you try to fight him off, but he dumps all of his load inside of you. The cum sloshes around you as you move. His penis shrinks – it's weird how penises shrink like that, you think, and he pulls himself out of you, slumped on the carpet floor. Read more »

This is what I want to do to you…

I want to Passionately kiss you. Run my Fingertips the length of your body. Brush your inner thighs and where your thigh meets your lips. Start kissing down your neck. Shifting my body off you while maintaining the neck kissing. Run finger tips up your stomach and brush your nipples. Not squeezing or pinching hard. Continue kissing down your body, curling my tongue around your nipples. Shift my weight again so I am strattling your legs while kissing down your stomach. At this point my hands will gently run down your legs and cup your thighs so I can lift them in the air. Shift down again and kiss down the back of your thighs all the way to your lips. Now, I'd give you one very soft but wet kiss on your vaginal lips. I run the tip of my tongue up and down the outside of your lips slowly once or twice before pushing your legs back down so you're spread eagle with my face in perfect position. Her arousal should be extremely apparent. I Don't give in to your begging. Now I'd take the tip of my tongue and gently part your lips at the bottom by your vagina. Then slide it up through the lips until I hit your clit. I suck your clit into my mouth gently. I Do this softly with little pressure and massage it with my tongue. Slowly increasing pressure and suction. Your breathing gets heavy and your hips start to grind on my face. I keep doing this until you're moaning loudly begging me again to fuck you. I still do not give in and continue to massage you with my tongue until your legs clamp down on my head as you shake with orgasam.

Your perfect fantasy.

You walk in looking sexy as hell. I make you strip for me. Slowly savoring the moment. Once your down to just your underwear I pull you to me. Sit you on top of me. Almost instinctively you start moving and grinding. I smirk knowing where this is going to go. I place my hands on your hips. Gently slowly moving up. I get to your bra and begin to unhook it. You slap my hands away. I lower my hands pulling you into me. Kissing your neck. Biting your lips. Kissing my way down to your breasts. Take it off I say. You follow orders. I cup your breasts kissing sucking biting. Your hands move under my shirt feeling my body lifting my shirt over my head. I pull you in again whispering what I'm going to do into your ear. I feel your leg twitch on mine. You stand up and bend over. Pulling your underwear down for me. One had caressing your back my other one makes it's way to you. Already wet. I lightly tease around the edges. Then slip one finger in just barely. You try to push back begging for more. My free hand pushes you away. You look back at me longingly. I slowly move my finger teasing feeling your anticipation. I add another. Again just barely. I slowly push deeper feeling your wet warmth. I pull you closer keeping fingers still but moving you. I start moving and rotating fingers hitting the spot over and over. Your leg shakes. I stop. You look at me almost upset. I pick you up feeling you wet against my body. I carry you to the bed lay you down turn my back. You sit up about to ask what. Without looking just listening I tell you to be quite and lay down. You follow. You look on the bed and see two dress ties. I come back something In hand you can't see what. I lift a tie and cover your eyes. I pick up the other and tie your hands above your head. You feel nothing. I'm not touching you at all. I kiss your lips then your neck then your breasts. You feel me moving down. Anticipation. I hover right over. You feel me breathing begging me to do it. I kiss your leg move to your ankle. You sigh. I start kissing up your leg again my lips gently grazing your pussy. Again nothing. I reach my hand under your back and kiss your neck. My hand gently caressing your body. Then by your surprise lightly touch your beautiful wet lips. You let out a gasp. I slowly circle around your clit. And again push my fingers into you. I move my mouth over my fingers. And gently bit your wet lips. Pulling. And sucking. Hour legs tighten around my head. I know you want to grab my hair. You start to wiggle arms. Stop I demand. You again listen. You feel nothing just my absence. Then cold around your breasts. Then lower. The room smells of chocolate. You feel me suck and lick around getting every drop off. Then a pressure. Me just gently teasing you barely putting it in. You move hips to push me deeper. I push into you. Your back arches. I move slow making every push count and pull out almost completely teasing you of the thought of leaving. Read more »

My husband’s best friend says goodbye

I'll be honest; I'm a tease. I know what I am doing when I put on that sleeveless shirt and no bra. I have double D's, there's no way I couldn't know that my tits are bouncing around freely and visibly as I perform my mundane tasks in front of my husband's friend while he sits on the couch. My nipples are just out of view, and it's torture.

Ben, my husband, is in the bathroom. It's late, like really late, and we've all been drinking. Jimmy, his buddy, is on the couch, chatting at me while I bounce around the house in my slutty top and sweat pants.

I lean forward to grab something in his view and I feel the breeze go under my tits as they fall away from my ribcage. The light shines through and illuminates the curve of my underboob. I feel his gaze upon me.

I nonchalantly reach my hand into the side of my top and give a quick rub that could pass as a scratch to my boob like I don't know he's watching. Read more »

Mindless deviance. (part 4 of a four-parter)

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You get back to the bedroom, where you see Wendy, snoozing under her covers.

Where has she gone? you thought. Stupid girl.

The sheets are wet, slightly pink; not too pink to be blood. You smell her arousal, and there is a vague smell of cum. She is obviously sweaty, and tired.

You sit at your bed; there is a piece of paper with neat lettering.

DAILY SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY

8 a.m. Breakfast with Master

10 a.m. Return to Bedroom

12 p.m. Lunch in Bedroom

1 p.m. Playtime

4 p.m. Return to Bedroom

6 p.m. Dinner with Master

7 p.m. Special Privileges

10 p.m. Bedtime

A line, written in bold, screams

YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF PLAYTIME

Special Privileges. you wonder what that means. Speshful Pivrledges? Spashful Penislegders? You vaguely remember knowing what 'Special Privileges' meant. But now you can't remember anymore.

The note drifts away out of your mind as soon as you return the note to its dresser. Read more »

The Beach After Labor Day [m,f]

It never fails. I feel like I'm constantly waiting on my friends. But by now I know the routine well enough not to expect them to follow through with the plans that we made. I check my phone. Sure enough, Amy texted me "sorry Lo. gotta work. lunch later?" I'm only here for the week and so far I've barely seen her. But it could be worse. At least she lives close to the beach. And by now I knew the best route to get to West Palm Beach with limited traffic and ample parking. So I change into my blue and white bikini, threw on some shorts and a tank top, grabbed my beach bag still packed from the day before and headed out the door.

I drive the short drive to the parking lot, park the car, grab my bag, and set off to the same spot I had been going for the past three days. My sandals come off the minute the concrete ends as I walk toward the lone umbrella sticking out of the sand. Seemingly miles away from anyone else. I spread out my blanket, set my bag on top of it, and strip down to my bikini. I lay down and pull my book out of my bag, enjoying the view of the nearly empty beach. I purposefully plan my yearly trip to see Amy the week after Labor Day so that everyone else is back at work and the kids are back in school. Much more peaceful that way. I find my bookmark and resume reading. Read more »

Mindless fingering.

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You are ushered down to a grand hall, to have breakfast with the Master.

Esther and Sammy are there; they, like how you first met them, are naked.

Master is naked too; the only people who are clothed are Master's butlers and servants. They do not talk, but merely serve up the eggs, bacon and toast. You notice Master's erection. What you do not notice, is how Wendy has disappeared.

Esther and Sammy look fearful, but they are also equally aroused by Master's cock.

"Hi, Betty," Master says. He directly addresses you for the second time.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asks. You shake your head. Your wetness has made the leather chair slippery. You want Master's cock so bad. You're here for Master's cock.

"You're here to eventually have my children. But most importantly, you're here to pleasure me," Master says. "You know you want to… to be part of my harem."

I want to. you think. So bad. Read more »

[Mf][Inc][1st][reluc] Suddenly, in the shower…

You sit staring at the computer, bored beyond belief. It's the middle of summer vacation, and you should be off doing something more fun than this. Your friends volunteered to be camp counselors, and now, you are regretting not joining them. Usually you had your brother to hang out with, but since he joined the army you haven't seen him at all. He was always a little soft around the middle, and you wonder how much of that has changed.

You stand up and slip your little blue shorts down over your ample behind, and undo the catch on your bra. You trail your fingers down through your lower lips. You rub your fingers together, your fluids coating your fingers. The day is so hot and sticky; apparently, so are you.

You sigh and shuffle naked down the hall to the bathroom. A shower is definitely in order.

You hop inside and turn on the water, leaving it just cool enough to be refreshing without giving you goose bumps. The cool water cascades down over your body, carrying away the days sweat. You grab your soap and work it into a lather, coating your body. The feel of the suds running down over your soft skin is fantastic, and you can feel a slight bit of arousal growing. You focus on the task at hand though, scrubbing your body thoroughly. Read more »