I just really want you to feel like a king. I want you
to spread those legs wide while you relax in your
gaming chair, wearing absolutely nothing on your
lower half so I have easy access. Most of all, I
want to treat you like a man deserves to be
treated: by having his cock and balls absolutely
worshiped for hours at a time with a long, slow,
loving blowjob, I think it’d be the perfect
combination for you haha I just need a text buddy
and someone I can talk to I don’t want anything
sexual I just need a baby I will spoil with money
only
Category: eroticliterature
Evil Angela (continuation in the comments)
Scott and Rachel thought they were home alone. They had planned this day for a long time, and now that they were finally alone, they were ready to enjoy every second they had.
As soon as they made sure that Rachel’s parents had left, they began to kiss, slowly at first, but it quickly started to be more passionate. Rachel just closed her eyes and extended her neck as her boyfriend began to kiss it, while his hands ran over her body, over her clothes.
Rachel was a chubby girl, with curves, which was perfect for Scott, because as he continued to kiss her neck, he delighted his hands running over her thick legs, her ample hips, her smooth bottom. He tried to put his hand under her blouse, but as soon as he started to caress her breasts over her bra, Rachel pushed him away.
Scott, embarrassed, thought that maybe he was going too fast, but to his delight and surprise, he saw how she had only pushed him away to take off her bra, which she left on the floor, only to lift her blouse and show her boyfriend her big breasts. Mesmerized by Rachel’s tits, Scott threw her onto the sofa in their living room, and got on top of her, beginning to kiss her breasts. Scott loved when her girlfriend let him do that, squeezing and savoring those beautiful D cup breasts with large areolas drove him crazy.
Randal the Nice Guy – Part 2
Preface: Sorry, still no full on sex. We’re getting there though. I promise. It will be worth the ride.
Part 2
Chloe lived about 45 minutes from Randal and Lorelei’s house. She lived in a nice two story home surrounded by trees at the end of a cul-de-sac. The suburban area had sprung up when a farmer started selling off his land several years back. Since Randal and Lorelei lived on the edge of town there weren’t any gas stains between the two homes and Randal needed to fill up before heading out that way. Making a quick stop in town Randal pulled into the brightly lot gas station.
While filling up the tank a pickup truck with three men in it pulled in and stopped two pumps over. The men were very loud and obnoxious. It was clear that they too were either finishing up or in the middle of a night of drinking. Randal didn’t think anything of it until his passenger side door opened and Chloe stepped out of the car.
“I need to run in and use the restroom.” She announced.
What to call naive pregnancy?
Hi, I’m not sure if I can ask questions here but I haven’t found a subreddit just based on looking for info on erotica.
I have tried searching for this general scenario:
Couple lack sex education, don’t know how pregnancy happens, have sex following their base instincts not realising consequences.
I’ve mainly searched ao3 as they have an extensive tag system, but I can’t seem to find the right term, sexual innocence, naive etc.
Does anyone know what this would be called?
Found through an online challenge [Noncon] [Mf]
*Before I start the story, some disclaimers: This is my first erotic story, so it might not be very good. I’m writing this on mobile, so blame that for formatting errors. This story is a work of fiction; none of the events have actually transpired. And finally, this story will contain rape, mild violence, and threats of violence. Please don’t read it if any of that is going to be triggering to you or you’re uncomfortable with any of it.*
I always liked posting online. Tiktok, Instagram, Reddit… it didn’t matter as long as people saw my posts and I got that wonderful dopamine boost, all that attention I craved. I know to always be safe, of course, so I had some ground rules set for myself. Never say your real name. Never post with your location turned on. Never show your face. Never post from somewhere with recognizable landmarks. For a few years it worked great. All anyone saw online was my naked or half-naked body, and nobody complained.
Randal the Nice Guy
Preface: This part of the story does not contain sex. (Please don’t send me hate mail about it.) This is my first post on here. I’m currently working on a longer story and this is the opening. I just wanted to drop this and see what people think. All constructive feedback is welcome. Thanks for reading.
Lorelei and her best friend, Chloe, went out drinking late one night. They arrived home after drinking a bit more than usual. They were both so drunk that they barely made it through the front door on their feet. Randal, Lorelei’s husband of 15 years, was sitting on the couch in the living room just down the entryway from the front door. He paused his show and turned his head as he took in quite a show. Brand’s spaghetti strap evening gown was barely being held up by a single strap giving him a wonderful view of the valley between his wife’s large breasts. Chloe had a tube top and a mini skirt that was riding up so far he was sure he was going to know what color her panties were any minute now. They were both stumbling their way through the entryway using the walls to hold them up.
Alone in the dark [no gender]
Every night in the between-time of going to bed and going to sleep, there’s the sweet spot of being alone in the dark.
The world is quiet, no pressure upon you. You’re all alone with the night and yourself. All alone with your mind and the mighty arousal coming from your crotch.
Can you resist? Do you want to resist?
It’s just a touch, just a bit, a tiny bit, to soothe the tingle. And a tiny bit more to please it then. Oh, the tingles, ever so little, opening the gateway to greater goods.
The tingle becoming a pleasure, the pleasure becoming an ache. The ache that grows into obsession and lust.
Will you resist? Do you want to resist?
Closed eyes, alone in the dark, a moan coming from your mouth. Increasing pace, increasing ache, climbing the mountain of bliss. Just a few steps left until reaching the top.
And then the decision, will you make it? When will you make it? Will you keep climbing, artificially heighten the mountain, so it never ends? Or will you climb the top and enjoy the fireworks that come with it?
My Husband Finds Me a Stranger to Fuck |Fiction| |Hotwife| |M/F|
I look at the bar while my husband talks with the stranger next to him. We come here every weekend for the last three months, and we always do the same thing.
The stranger glances at me when Ben points to me. I wave at them, smiling.
The two of them approach me, Ben holding a drink for me too.
They take a seat at each side of me. The stranger leans into me, and I take him in. Ben knows how to choose them. The stranger is attractive. He looks like someone I would pick myself.
But that’s not the deal.
Ben chooses them. I fuck them.
A different man every weekend.
That’s why we chose this place. The bar belongs to a hotel, and between the conferences and people always coming and going, it’s easy for us to find someone to entertain me.
Sometimes Ben likes to join us in the room and watch, but most of the time he just waits down here for me, and when we go home I tell him all about what happened. By the time we get home he’s so horny that we barely make it into the house before he’s inside me.
All I Ever Wanted Pt. 2 [Oral] [Submission] [Creampie] [Breeding] [MF]
He observed from the tv in his living room, hearing the rain patter on the roof and windows. He sipped his morning coffee as he watched her. The camera feed imported to his living room television. He watched as she laid there, plotting what he was going to do to her today but reminding himself he had a set plan. He chomped down onto a piece of toast when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see his beautiful wife sneaking up behind him, giving him a hug from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder.
“Still watching her?” she uttered, observing the girl his husband had capture earlier that morning.
“Yes.” He stated. He bit into the toast again.
“Why didn’t you fuck her? I thought you wanted a girl to breed?” she stated, taking his mug of coffee and drinking from it. She walked Infront of him and leaned back into him, letting him feel her warm body hidden under a bathrobe.
“I want to break her first. Melt her mind.” He smiled, glancing down to her “Like I did you.”
My Boss and His Wife [M/F/F, str8/bi, cuckquaen, anal]
Part 1
[Part 2 in the comments!!]
I wrote this based on a r/DirtyWritingPrompt prompt
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**I know your secret**
My phone buzzed in the middle of the night as I read the message from an unknown number. At first I thought it was just some spam text, but then another came in.
**Did you think you could hide it, Nikki?**
Seeing as that was my name now I knew it wasn’t a spam text. Of course it still could have been some website or company that scraped my name from some database, but it felt real. I sent a text back.
**Who is this? What secret?**
I sat up in bed as the panic started to set in. Could it have been that time Lou and I hooked up inside the school bathroom? Or maybe it was the time I stole away to masturbate at work one weekend? I could have swore no one was there, no one ever comes in on Saturday.
**You have been fucking Richard, don’t play dumb with me slut**