Category: eroticliterature

M/F The fling

“Be a doll, and scream my name”. I push inside of her. Slowly, methodically, savoring the feeling of her enveloping all of my cock. The wetness and warmth enticing me to go deeper. I lean my head back from the sensation as I go deep as possible. The one leg on my shoulder trying to mirror the other that was wrapping around my waist. No, I held onto it by the ankle, I won’t allow it free yet.

She wiggled her hips as a very breathy moan escaped her lips. Her eyes are closed and hands rest above her head. I turn and press my lips against her leg. Keeping it secure on my shoulder I start to slowly move back and forth. Keeping a steady pace with my motion, I put my free hand and press down on her body just below her belly. Looking closely you could almost swear there was a bulge caused by my dick. Feeling that spot and pressing my palm along the length. My reward is a squirm and squeal. Her lips part and she looks up at me.

“I thought I said to scream my name”. The sinister half of a grin on my face. Read more »

Filled full. (M/f)

You have been such a good girl. I decide it is my turn to pleasure you tonight, you are to just sit back and enjoy. I whisper into your ear, with a smile and toss of your short brown curls you run to the bedroom and jump on the bed.

When I catch up you are sitting against the headboard, a tight white cotton top holding your full round breast tightly to your chest. You legs and bottom are bare, your knees are up waiting for me. The lights are off and a couple candles are lit on the table. I laugh at how quick and efficient you can be when properly motivated.

I get up on the bed and move to kneel between your legs. I kiss your legs, rubbing your calfs and feet gently. I whisper to you, telling you what a good girl your have been, how beautiful you are, how sexy you are and how much you turn me on. Read more »

Punished for being needy [M/F]

I like being ignored. I like earning attention and affection.

I’ve been horny for a while. Not the dramatic kind of horny, but the low level background noise of neediness. I can feel myself starting to get desperate.

You’re in your home office staring at your computer. I want your attention so tap you into he shoulder, but you brush me off.

Ok, regroup. More enticing. I take my shirt off at try again. I’m wearing a cute lacy bra and I rub my tits playfully against your arm.

Nothing. You brush me off again.

I’m not giving up that easy though. I slowly start pulling my pants down in your peripheral. This gets your attention. Finally.

You chastise me for my desperate behavior. You tell me to go get dressed and you’ll come to me when YOU want me.

I try to be patient, but it’s not working, so I try again. This time I sit on your desk, legs spread and slowly slide my fingers across my slit. Worst case scenario, you’ll give me a punish fuck, and that’s better than no fuck at all. Read more »

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 290-292) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 290: Wolf Who Cried Girl

Participant Number Seventeen looked like an absolutely average human girl. Average build, average height, average chest, average shoulder-length black hair, average peasant medieval-style clothing. Her only distinguishing feature was a scarf that she kept loosely tied around her neck. And yet, this average girl killed her “teammates” in the previous round, shortly after taking their dicks from the front and behind.

Like the other participants, Ruby watched the girl approach while staying in the same puddle of blood she soaked the rock surface in previously.

Number Seventeen walked to the table, opposite of Bob who gestured her to take a ball and pull her opponent. The girl did exactly that without saying a word and opened unscrewed the wooden ball the moment she got her hands on it. She then placed the top shell of the wooden ball on the table and pulled a light-blue paper out of it. Read more »

Recollection

Another ping from my phone rang out as I downed the drink—a burn of whiskey, followed by a different wave. Smoke billowed from my nostrils and another ping. The nude image of her flashed through my mind. She draped lazily over my bed; her breasts hung down, and she ran her finger between them. Ping. I was thinking about my ex while the future leisurely waited. These things can’t ever be; where is Miss. Parker with her ever-searching eyes. They would caress me on Sunday morning. Her fingers slid down the front of my pants. Shit!
The weed calmed my mind, so I took another puff. I hope you understand my addiction. I will note yours after a few more drinks; maybe we could return to my place afterward. Reveal ourselves in a purer form. The way God intended. My tormenter remained silent as I slipped the blunt between my lips. Gray and black mess trickled from my mouth as I worked the stick. I’m getting off-topic.
The texts began slowly. A nudging gesture, poke on Facebook to confirm life. Gentle motions of addiction beginning to shape. Attention, only the devil desires more than I.
Ping.
The devil wears Prada, and she looks at me from across the room. Eyes fixated, she watches, so I sneak out the back. The texts came quicker, forming the addiction. Stupidly, I responded. Who would’ve known that an emoji could create something so ugly? What if I respond just this time? What could it hurt? A marriage. How so merciful of me. I was saving something more broken than I.
Ping.
Maybe next time. On all fours, she crawls. I lean forward to meet her. Whiskey spills on my converses. We meet somewhere in the middle.
Maybe next time.
Ping.
Maybe next time.

The Lonely Passenger [Part 1]-A Tale from Desperate Shores B&B [MF]

*This is my first thrust (haha) at erotic fiction. I’m fairly new to erotic writing, so I appreciate any constructive criticism. Warning: This is a long post.*

Just like every morning, I stood at the kitchen sink. The clicking of my husband’s jaw as he masticated his breakfast acted as a metronome while my muscle memory scrubbed dish after dish. *How had my life become an endless loop of tedium with disappointments and regrets as waypoints?*

“I think that dish is clean enough, Abigail.” Roy said with his usual warm chuckle.

The sound of my full name pushed me deeper into my thoughts. *Abigail? People close to me called me Abby and lovers whispered Abs into my ear. Abigail? That was for strangers and acquaintances.*

“Abigail,” He was louder now. “You’re gonna scrub the flowers off that plate.”

I shook off my thoughts and moved onto the next plate.

“You’re really out of it lately.” He placed his dishes next to the sink.

“Am I?”

“Feel better.” Roy leaned in to kiss my cheek. Read more »

Kamaleela with maaya’Lila’

Lila was aimlessly staring at the ceiling, lost in the sweet memories from the past. She was sitting on the bed while her baby suckled on her breast playfully. It was the last feeding session before bed. While the baby was filling its tummy, Lila pumped her other breast for the 3 am feeding. Pregnancy has transformed her greatly. She was curvy and attractive, prominent unhide-able breasts and her back compensated for weight in the breasts. Many a men approached her in hopes of getting her laid. But she had chosen her one. Pregnancy changed all that. None of her clothes fit her anymore and the maternity wear was least attractive but provided maximum comfort. Bringing up a baby is no easy task.
The random cryings of baby due to hunger has become more predictable. The bottle in the breast pump was almost full and was time to replace another bottle. The baby is not yet done but was playing now with the nipple in it’s mouth. She pulled the teat away from the baby and hid it inside her top and it was dripping milk since it’s still half full. while the other side was being emptied by the pump, she sang lullaby and put the baby to sleep. The second bottle was full and that side of the breast was almost empty. Her 3 hour nap time is about to begin and it’s already 11pm and Vikram (Vee) is not home yet from work. Read more »

The Camping Trip

Lily always hated camping, she never liked hiking, picturing tents, cooking on a self made fire and not having a proper restroom. She always thought camping is done by uncivilized people. Why leave the comfort of your home where all you need is there? She never thought she’ll have to go on a camping until it was some requirement for her school.

Lily is taking up Social Studies, and one requirement is for them to visit a tribe and stay there for three days to see how their lives go. She was really annoyed that she needs to do it, it was the last requirement she had to do before graduating, so she had no choice.

She was ranting to her friend, and telling her, I’ll ditch it. I’ll stay there for one day and then I’ll go home. Not knowing her professor heard it.

“So, Ms. James, did I hear it right? That you’re gonna cheat and not do this project for the whole duration?”

“Mr. Taylor, I didn’t know you were there.” Lily answered nervously with her hands starting to sweat. Read more »

Second Time I Watched My Parents Having Sex [MF] [Voyeur]

[In my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vfif9x/first_time_i_saw_my_parents_having_sex_mf_voyeur/) I talked about the first time it happened, and lucky for me I had another chance of witnessing them, but much closer this time around!

It was a couple of years later, in the story from the last post I was in university and the second time happened shortly after I graduated. I went straight back home since I didn’t have anything lined up and my parents were more than happy to have me back. My younger brother, who was 19 at the time, was also happy to not have all the chores to himself, and glad that I could cover for him when he wanted to get high. Read more »

She wins round 2 [MF]…

We must have dozed off for a bit in each other’s arms after our mini marathon earlier [[Part-1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uz2d0j/sometimes_its_just_worth_the_wait_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), [Part-2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vai5gp/the_night_after_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), & [Part-3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd05yv/exploring_our_boundaries_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)], and it felt like I was floating in a zone between slumber and awareness, enjoying the bliss of the way she smelt, her intoxicating hair and the radiating warmth of her body against mine. You know the kind of state where you’re not yet fully awake and you know it’s only a dream but you still enjoy it? Only, I wasn’t so sure if I could feel her fingers around my cock for real, as she stroked it slowly, which to my surprise twitched in response.

She said softly, “You just had to tie me up hmm?”

I can’t remember what I said, but knowing myself and my (self proclaimed) way with witty retorts, I’m sure it must have been a really smartish grunt. I don’t think she waited for my reply though as I felt her weight shift a little and her grip tighten on my rising boner. Fuck I have met my match, she’s as insatiable as me. The way she held it just felt so damn good. Read more »