I dried myself off and headed out of the bathroom. I looked over my outfit that was waiting on the bed for me. Is this too much? Am I going to look like a slut? I put on my new lingerie and looked in the mirror. The white lacey bra holds my perky tits perfectly. The garter belt accentuates my waist and has straps hanging down to attach to some tights. I slipped my feet into the sheer, nude thigh highs and pulled them up over my legs. I clipped them into the garter and ran my hands over the white lace panties. Damn. I look amazing. I pulled the blue dress on and stepped into some heels. My hair hung down in loose curls that brushed the middle of my back and I put on some lipstick. Some earrings and my favorite necklace that hung just above my cleavage completed the look. I turned to the mirror again to get the full sight. I looked like I was begging to be fucked. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
Category: eroticliterature
Raw.
Raw and rough.
Won’t stop till you have had enough.
Thought I was Mr nice guy.
Nice try.
Look outside the box the clues are there.
Stop and take a look.
Getting you to do as I please.
On your knees.
You know that wanting look is all it took.
My control taken to the test .
You know that’s when you enjoy it best.
The ties the blindfold hiding your eyes.
Every little smack tender yet with force
Creates a wetness .
A new tone in your voice.
Seeing you writhing in pleasure and pain
begging for more .
What more could one ask for.
Turns me on knowing you like
What a naughty girl
You are.
Family Vacation [Incest] [Anal] [MF]
Going on a family vacation is our only real family tradition. It is the only thing we do together since I can remember. Even after my sister and I moved out from home, to get our college degrees, we kept on going on summer vacation together. We always had a blast. But our last one, was the best one of them all. It was fucking awesome.
We all – my 52 year old mom, my 55 year old dad, my 25 year old sister and 23 year old me – met up at the airport. We hugged each other. Said hello, went for some coffee and chit chat before we boarded our plane. The flight went over without any troubles, the transfer to our hotel worked out great. But at the check in, they had bad news for us: They screwed up our booking. Something went wrong with our reservation. Or at least they told us that it did. The only had one free room left. With two king sized beds in it. And yes, it was the only free room in the whole hotel.
Prior to the appointment in the country
“Hi, Darling, can you drop by on your way from the airport?” were the words I was not happy to hear from the manager as I listened to my saved messages while waiting in the queue to get through Immigration at Terminal 5. I had just travelled for twenty-one hours from Melbourne, Australia and had before me a further two-hour drive to my family home in Gloucestershire. “It is really important,” she had emphasized, “since you’re in London, the client lives out your way, but you need training for this one and I need to talk to you in person.”
The thing about starting a new job, career, school year etc., is that you really want to set the tone from the beginning, to make a good impression and to be taken seriously. “Okay,” I found myself agreeing, as I climbed into a waiting black cab and directed the driver to take me south of the river.
When I arrived at the Shard office, the manager was busy, but a petite and attractive goth-like woman with tattoos over most of her body and one of those nose piercings, among others, smiled at me and asked in a gentle voice, “Ruby? Please follow me”
An appointment in the country
Not wanting to be late, I had the driver pick me up at 10 am, sharp on Monday morning. Forty-five minutes away lies St. Briavel Castle, which is located on a spur dominating a position above the River Wye, on the edge of Forest Dean. Further along, is the woods near Lower Meend, and on a long, dark lane overshadowed by centuries-old yew trees, is an ancient hidden dwelling, made of hand-hewn stone from the valley below.
As the car negotiated the dark shadowed curves in the roadway, I felt a trickle of sweat run down my armpit. It had been a long time since I had dressed in leather from top to bottom, and I had never worn a leather bra before, or black make-up, both courtesy of the Goth. It was clear that the driver had negotiated this laneway before, but that fact gave me little comfort. As we drew closer, my senses heightened, and when I lowered the window to get some air, the sound of the tires on the gravel driveway of the imposing mansion only served to increase my anxiety levels. Finally, the car stopped. I opened the door and put my leather-clad sandal onto the gravel. “This was it,” I thought.
Father and sleeping daughter [incest]
Greta laid asleep in her bed. As usual she slept in short shorts and a tank top. Her breast almost popping out of her tank top as she slept. The black top hugging all of her curves perfectly. With her long black hair laying over her chest as it raise and falls over and over again. She was a beautiful site for anyone lucky enough to be around her even as she slept. No one could resist her.
Kai, her father, walked past her room. Her door was slightly cracked open. He saw her bed side light was still on. Softly opening the door trying not to wake his daughter from her sweet dreams. Walking to the other side of the bed to turn the light off.
Greta had kicked her blankets off earlier in the night. Her legs were spread just enough that Kai accidentally got a glimpse of her pussy. It seemed to me glisten as he walked by. Kai walked slow up her bed. His eyes never leaving her pussy. He knew it was wrong to look at his daughter like that. He knew he shouldn’t. What would she think of him if she caught him. However, it looked so tasty and sweet he couldn’t stop himself he had to know.
Allie’s Subway Encounter [M/F] Pt. II
Part I [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vav7np/allies_subway_encounter_mf_pt_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).
Allie was on the subway car stranded for an undetermined amount of time in the dark underneath the water on her way to work. The stranger behind her had been a mystery. She had no idea who he was, and he had started by at first resting his hands on her shoulders and then massaging her. Allie was continually shy and an introvert. She enjoyed her private time and her private space. Even so much as talking to a stranger was a rare occurrence for her.
Yet, for some reason, she was intrigued by this person whom she had never met. She was, after all, on her way to work, and bored. How much fun is it to sit on a subway car on your way to work with nothing to do? She figured she might as well at least allow herself to enjoy the friendly massage. It wasn’t a big deal, and she’d get off the train in less than an hour more relaxed and hopefully with that troublesome kink worked out of her neck!
A Sexual Chronicle chapter 1
I woke up late in the morning on a sunny, spring day with the urge to do nothing productive at all for the whole weekend. I expressed this desire to my girlfriend, Katie, as she rolled over and stretched next to me.
“Not a chance, buster,” she scolded me. “We haven’t had a day at home in weeks. We need to clean this damn apartment top to bottom. You can fuck around tomorrow, but we’re getting this shit done today.”
I groaned and tried to hide under my pillow.
“Hey, I’ll make it fun for you. You pick my outfit for today, alright?”
I emerged from my hiding place to see her wink one big, sparkling green eye at me. There something so inviting about the little smile running along her pink lips. Fuck, I was a lucky man.
“I’m gonna get up and take my shower. When I get back in here, I’ll put on whatever you’ve left out on the bed for me and wear that for the whole day. Pick something cute and give yourself a nice view to work to. The glasses are the only thing you don’t get a say in. No trying to make me too blind to see you slacking.”
Step Sister Corruption Part 278 – Day 140 Free Use Vacay Pt 22 – Aphrodite Games Pt 10 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)
*Kel*
I don’t know what’s better.
The fact that I haven’t been knocked out after the first round.
Or……
That I’m facing Summer’s little friend….Nadia.
I felt a smile spread across my face that I knew was quickly turning into an evil smile.
What?
I *know* Nadia has been extremely helpful to us and has introduced us to all this ‘*fun*’.
But the girl still rubs me the wrong way.
Maybe I’m just being jealous that she quickly ingratiated herself with us so quickly that she seems to have gotten the approval from Summer **and** Gabe.
Maybe I’m jealous of her body as I’ve worked so hard to keep what I have thought during this little trip I’m beginning to enjoy all the stares and glances to where I feel empowered.
But *come on* her small petite body was so unfair to me. Her perky small breasts. Her small ass. Her flat stomach.
I wanted that and wished that was what happened to **me** when I got *enhanced* instead of my new assets that makes me look more like a bimbo now.
Ok maybe having the tighter pussy has been a **huge** benefit.
Platonic Friends 05 (fiction, M/F, Con, Friends, Roommates)
I awoke the next morning surprised to find myself still on the couch after **both** Felicity and myself fell asleep on the couch after we *fucked*.
But when I woke I was the only one on the couch.
I groaned as I got up feeling like I had dried sweat all over me….and maybe *other* dried fluids on me.
I looked around to what *appeared* to a empty apartment and continued to groan as I sat up holding my head as I had a killer migraine.
I groaned as I held my head, “And this is why I sleep in the cold.”
I finally found the strength to get up and go into my room to turn on my portable ac setting it down to its coldest setting while going over to my closet to fish out my aspirin. A water bottle from my floor and I was laying naked on my bed.
I was asleep long enough to where my migraine had nearly disappeared and I heard some faint *voices*.
I heard the last part ‘*was he?*’
*Huh?*
I moved to the door as I put on a pair of shorts and lightly cracked my door to continue hearing.