Category: eroticliterature

Winner’s Choice [Fiction] [MF] [Mixed Wrestling] [Sex Fight] [Knockout] [Forced Blowjob]

This was a recent quick turn around story I wrote for u/hotwrestlingwife. Had a lot of fun writing it!

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I sat patiently in a folding chair in the corner of the room. I had already spent the last 20 minutes spreading the plush vinyl wrestling mats across the floor, and now I was scrolling through my phone waiting tolerantly for the two combatants to join me. Eventually my wife came strutting into the room, a cocky spring in her step. She was wearing an old graphic tee she had cut into a crop top that ended just under her tits, and a pair of blue cotton panties. She skipped over to me and planted a quick kiss on my cheek before stretching on the mats.

“You ready for this?” I asked her. My eyes couldn’t help but drift down to her ass as she bent over to touch her toes.

“Of course I am,” she replied haughtily without looking up. “You don’t hold back against me, but the way I see it, this newcomer will, and that will be his downfall!…and speak of the devil, look who it is!” Read more »

High Prices are Part of the Kink [MF] [Prostitution]

Note: This story takes place more than twenty years ago, when the internet and cell phones hadn’t completely taken over yet.

I’d met Elle when she’d come to one of my amateur boxing matches, right after college. I’d noticed her in the audience, eyes bright and intent on the fight, and noticed her again, in the bar afterwards that the boxers, trainers, and fight fans tended to go to. I was brimming with post-fight energy; it was the first fight she’d seen, a mutual friend from college had invited her. She told me she had been prepared to be shocked or horrified, but instead just found herself elated and thrilled. The excitement made her even more attractive than she already was; she had a clever, laughing face with girl-next-door charm, and a smokeshow body, smooth curves on top of an athletic frame. Honey brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, and a really rich laugh that charmed me right away. Talking about the physical reality of fighting turned into flirtation, which turned into making out in the street as we stumbled back to my place. It was a pretty intensely sexual relationship from the start; we talked about plenty of other things, but sex was our punctuation, our rising and setting sun. We established quickly we weren’t looking for monogamy–she tested that out within a couple weeks, telling me she’d fucked another guy, and was pleasantly surprised when that got no jealousy from me, just made me fuck her harder. A month or so after that, we had a MFM threesome; she looked incredibly hot during that, her gorgeous body overwhelmed with pleasure. Read more »

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 281-283) [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.

## 281: The Rules of the Second Round

The pale girl wearing a dark magical girl’s outfit stood with her arms crossed, waiting impatiently for the next round to begin.

“You look frustrated,” an old, short, gray-haired man told the pale girl as he walked to her. He looked old enough to be somebody’s kind grandpa, balding, gray hairs at the sire, messy gray beard spreading across his jaw. Yet even his half-slouched posture carried with it the experience of the years that few possessed in this arena. He carried the same black armband as all the other participants, with a single-digit written on it with fiery paint.

“I’m fine!” the girl denied the obvious. “… This is taking too long!”

“You wish we had finished our game of Uglongs?” the old man asked. Read more »

First-time cheating married wife is corrupted online and cums while degrading her own marriage. [true] [cheating] [M/F]

As you may know, I have corrupted several married women over the years and have written about some of my experiences with them. Some of the women were co-workers, and some I met online, but they all were local so we could meet up at some point. Once I started posting here, I discovered “online sluts” were a thing and I began to get messages from wives who tell me their own slutty cheating stories, or who fantasize about being corrupted and made into another man’s cheating slut. It’s been fun though it is different and more challenging knowing you are so far away and can’t act on your urges.

My new favorite married slut is a 35 F whom I’ve been talking to for about a week. She started off by telling me she loved her husband but admitted my story got her pussy wet and she fantasized about being a slut behind her husband’s back. I asked lots of questions, probing about her marriage and her feelings towards her husband. She told me she has never physically cheated on him and has only sexted with a stranger online once -because she felt desperate and horny. She felt guilty about it and told me she didn’t want to hurt him and wasn’t sure she would be able to actually go through with cheating on him. I absolutely love it when a wife tells me she loves her husband. It is a total green light for me because I know the excitement she must be feeling as she’s talking to me. At that moment, she’s already doing something bad and she knows it… but her married pussy is wet and she’s vulnerable. Read more »

[MF] Priestly Duties [1 of ?]

Ah, the privilege of an empty bed. Younger members of the priesthood loved to talk about how they would never be alone and be spreading the will of Erotius at all hours of the day. But at Simon’s age, he understood that nothing could replace the well-deserved rest that came from comfortably sleeping in a bed that was just right for him and him alone. Not that he was that old, just north of forty, but old enough to appreciate the little things.

Speaking of the little things; he’d barely sat up and stretched himself out, his back letting out a few mildly distressing pops and cracks, where there was a polite knock at the door. “Come in,” he called out in his deep baritone, the door opening to reveal Sister Melinsa. She was new to the order, barely nineteen and dressed as a maiden of the Order of Care: bare to the waist, her tear-shaped breasts bouncing perkily with a thin silken skirt dangling from her golden belt. More important to him was the steam rising from the tray she carried and the warm smile on her gorgeous face. Read more »

The Girl From The Coffee Shop [MF]

She was always there. Sitting on her place. Working. Headphones on. Laptop in front of her. She was gorgeous, beautiful. She caught my eye the first time I saw her. She was around 25, I just turned 32. I am getting my morning coffee in the same coffee shop every day. On my way to work. Damn it, it took an eternity until I got my shit together and an opportunity to say hi to her opened up.

At first it was some casual chit chat. But it evolved. We talked nearly every day. Our conversations grew longer and got deeper We both enjoyed each others company, valued each others opinions. We had some common ground, we shared some interests and talking with each other made us laugh out loud from time to time. But I am me, so it took some while until I came up with the great idea to ask her out for a date.

Our first date went great. We had some romantic dinner, then we went outside, enjoying a long walk through a hot summer night. We talked all the time, we had a blast. We were falling for each other. We had our first kiss that night. Fuck, it felt great. Then I brought her back home – yes gentleman are doing that – and kissed her goodbye. Read more »

Being a good neighbour part 4 [M/F][Genuine love]

It had been a few days since I had met her. I was out of town for some family function, and had just returned a day ago. She saw me entering my house and we spoke a little bit. She said she missed my dick and I responded by grabbing her ass and pulling her towards me, saying she’ll soon feel all of it. We couldn’t continue, however, because her daughter was at home, sleepy. She made me promise I would fuck her brains out and that’s one promise I couldn’t resist making.

Well anyway, yesterday I was at a grocery store. It wasn’t a store per se, more like a mall just for groceries and guess who I bump into. We made some conversation. The vanilla how are you holding up and all that. She was wearing a t shirt and jeans, and her ass and breasts looked pretty inviting. While moving around the shop, I spotted the bathrooms. Read more »

Letting My Girlfriend Explore Her Bisexuality

I didn’t fit in much at school. I had a very small friend group and they were all guys. We played lots of video games, not much sport, slightly nerdy but still underachieving. You understand the type. When we all moved to University we were spread out across the country so I was forced to make new friends at uni. My year 1 flat mates were cool, there was 6 of us in student accommodation and they sort of became friends of mine.

One person I got really close with was a girl named Ashley, she was outrageously beautiful, in a very classy way too. She had a rich family and was studying psychology at uni, she was tall and slim with perky little tits and an above average looking ass. However I found out very quickly that she was a lesbian, so our friendship was always only platonic. This didn’t stop us however talking about girls to one another. We were both on tinder, looking for girls and we would often match the same person too. Ashley actually ended up meeting her current girlfriend on tinder, her name was Megan. They dated for a few months before becoming an item and they’ve gone from strength to strength since. After year 1 of uni, we moved accommodation and I was in a different flat to Ashley. Now in a relationship too, I started to see her a lot less. We would still catch up maybe once a month over some coffee and texted frequently, but naturally we grew apart slightly. Read more »

Exploring with Bartholomew

Things were different in those days. More innocent. I suppose that you would say that I was naïve. But there was no internet. A lot fewer television channels and we had people like Mary Whitehouse to make sure that what we watched on the telly was clean and wholesome. Of course, there were ‘top shelf’ magazines in the newsagent’s shop but they were mostly bought by people passing through. No ‘local’ would be seen buying them! And the closest that schoolboys got to pornography was surreptitiously looking at the pictures of topless African women in the National Geographic magazines in the library.

I suppose that you could say that I was a bit of a tomboy. I enjoyed the outdoors and one of my favourite possessions was my bike. I used to ride it far and wide. I usually went riding with friends but, if no one else wanted to join me, I was quite happy to go riding on my own. Of course, there was less traffic on the roads in those days and, in any case, I tended to stick mainly to quieter country roads and forest tracks. With my Bartholomew half-inch to the mile map, I had the freedom of the county! Read more »

The Women From The Bakery [FM]

Yes, I am one of those assholes that fucks a married women. I feel guilty for it, sometimes. Sometimes, because fucking her just is awesome. She is the hottest thing that ever happened to me. We are doing it for five years now – I am 25 years old in the moment I write those lines and she is 56. We love it, we enjoy it and we can’t go without it anymore. Luckily we didn’t get caught in the last five years. Some people might be suspicious, but until now, they kept their mouth shut.

Our romance, or better said our fucking relationship, began when I was helping out in the bakery around the corner during my summer holidays. I was a regular at their place for ages, so five years ago, when I saw a piece of paper hanging in their shop “Help wanted.” I asked the owner if he’d hire me. He knew me, we always got along, so he said yes. Read more »