Category: eroticliterature

I try to wash away my guilt with the hot, usually comforting water of the shower. Something about it just makes me feel worse, like I don’t deserve the pleasant warmth over my skin. I stand there for a long while, washing my hair twice, trying to make the feeling of unease go away, but the guilt has caught up to me. What am I doing? How can I do this to Mike?

I finally turn the shower shake my head, making my long hair spray water over the tiles. I exhale slowly. This was unavoidable, I confess to myself. John and I… we’ve always had this attraction for each other, even though we’ve both hidden it from ourselves, and from Mike. Something about him just makes me…

Well, he makes me want to tear his clothes off.

I finally get out of the shower, drying myself with a towel as I take deep breaths to push away the shame and guilt. I get dressed, trying to think of something else, and then I head downstairs. The sun is shining; it’s a beautiful day out. Our kitchen is bright and welcoming, and I make myself a cup of coffee while watching Mike and John work through the window. Read more »

*I’m deviating from my usual style and creating an episodic piece. As always I appreciate your feedback!*

Euphoric… pampered… worshipped… I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last week in your hotel room. Although I miss you between your work trips, I like that we only see each other when you come to town for business. I like the anticipation that builds up over weeks of texting and I like trying to guess which hotel you’ll be at for our next romantic night. As if reading my mind, my phone pings with a text from you. It’s just an address, and a time to meet you tomorrow. A wave of excitement runs through me as I type the address into my gps but it doesn’t show up as a hotel. It just looks like a nondescript building. Intrigued and aroused, I add the address and time into my calendar… then contemplate what to wear. Again, as if you can hear my thoughts, I get a text from you saying “Wear that silver dress I got you. And nothing else.” I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate on my work assignment but my mind keeps drifting to memories of the way your beard tickles my neck when you cover me in kisses. Read more »

Part 2!

I pull my fingers out of you and taste them. I let you see. I stand up in front of you, and you sit and pull off your top and bra, exposing your whole body to me now. You lie on your stomach on the bed with your head level with my waistband and unbuckle my pants as I kick off my shoes and socks. You take your time, looking up at me, to unzip my fly and let my pants fall away. My erection strains at my boxers, and you pull my boxers down over my cock, freeing it and pushing them down to the floor. Incredibly, you lick the drop of pre-ejaculate from the head of my dick like it belongs to you, and just as suddenly, my whole cock disappears into your mouth as you look up at me. Read more »

Part one (reddit issues, part two to follow)

For many years and a series of flirtatious and semi-awkward encounters during which emotions often ran so high they spilled out and became arguments or strange moments or playful and inappropriate touches, you have wanted this to happen.

If you hadn’t, there’s no way you would have arranged things for me to be in your hotel room, you away from home on a business trip, me with an open-ended time commitment and with no way anyone could know where we are, or what could happen between us. If you didn’t want this, there’s no way you’d have had so much of the wine that I brought, no way you’d have told me that embarrassing story that made you sexy and vulnerable at the same time.

You smell so good. I know you do, because that’s one of our little jokes, where I lean in — too close — and smell your hair and skin, grazing my lips and the tip of my nose across your skin — minimal contact guaranteed to cause goosebumps, pretending it’s an accident, or a kidding joke — that it means nothing and is going nowhere. It has no importance, so it’s not worth even considering it as anything other than a simple flirtation between good friends who have known each other for a while, working and playing and eating and drinking and spending time together. But flirtation is like a joke made at someone else’s expense — there’s always a little bit of truth to it. Read more »

In my early 20’s I was in the military.

My roommate had been hooking up with a girl from another unit.

Nineteen, redhead, big ass, horny as fuck…

One night, she came to our barracks room while our other friend was there.

After one beer we got down to it…

Started with her giving us all head.

Then we took turns doubleteaming her.

We had her sucking and fucking on the twin beds, on the floor, standing in the middle of the room, bent over a chair, it was wild…

Went through a whole box of condoms…

She loved it. Being the center of attention, getting used, seeing us argue about who gets her pussy next, who gets her mouth next, it made her wet.

We pounded her out all night. She left in the morning with dry cum in her hair.

Shout out to all the barracks bunnies out there getting it in.