Category: eroticliterature

Dancing Queen 7 [M/F]

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=== Skye ===

Sure, it was my fault that we had to go on a 3 week no-sex streak. Kim, I refuse to call her “Queen”, has been spending most of her waking hours in our home! Doesn’t she have a job? Hobbies? Friends to visit, maybe? A fucking apartment!?

I’m jealous of her, that’s why I did what I did. She’s prettier than I am. She’s more sexually experienced. She’s more relaxed and in control. Bryn has been picking me first for everything. He asks me where I want to go eat, if I need anything, all of those things! I was first for him, me! Then this harlot came along and all of a sudden, she became next to me. Bryn didn’t put me second, no, but he did divide his attention, and so Kim and I became firsts, or equal in his eyes.

When I had sex with those guys, I was first in their eyes. I felt wanted again, needed and desired. But that feeling was fleeting and my heart broke when Bryn had a mini-meltdown. While having three men take their turns with me was an awesome experience, their combined effort didn’t match up to the intensity and longevity that Bryn gave me. Read more »

Kara is screwed…Part 2 [M/F, dom/sub, con]

A follow on from <[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unavl7/kara_is_screwedpart_1_mf_voyeurism_voyeur_gets/)> feel free to read for all the saucy details (and context)

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From Part 1:

*“Wait” Kara barely whispers.*

*“I need to hear you say it” responds Sean immediately.*

*“I-I want this. F-fuck me.”*

*Sean wordlessly smirks, waiting.*

*Kara swallows once more and thinks to herself what the hell am I doing?*

*”Please” she utters.*

*“Hmm…Well because you asked so nicely” Sean smiled sweetly and then looks serious “turn around.”*

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Kara’s heart is a jack hammer in her chest as she turns around to face the wall. She closes her eyes and almost subconsciously moves her legs a little wider apart. Her sweaty palms are pressed against the cool concrete, her nose millimeters from the wall. What the hell did she just do? What had she just consented to? Was Sean about to wantonly ravage her against this wall? Despite her nervousness, a small smile of anticipation plays at Kara’s lips.

Sean hadn’t moved. In fact, he hadn’t said a word.

Was this just a cruel prank? Kara wonders. She begins to turn her head in annoyance. Read more »

Awash With Pleasure [F23] ( Exhabitionism Story)

My college has a nice little laundry room that I like to use. It’s a bit out of the way, being behind my dorm complex, and the entrance is slightly hidden behind a small hedge. Most of the other students don’t really notice it or even care. The room only has a few older machines. All my roommates tend to use the neighboring dorm’s much nicer laundry facility. So, I can do my laundry with a bit of privacy. Normally I will walk around my building and down into the cozy little nook. I do my laundry kinda late with no good outfits to wear. Often I will have a baggie sweater on and an old pair of panties. I bring a book with me, sometimes my switch if I’m too tired to read. It is a nice way to spend a few hours away from everyone. Read more »

A witch made my mother fall in love with me. For a Price. (2/2)

[Link to Chapter 1, part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/upwed5/a_witch_made_my_mother_fall_in_love_with_me_for_a/)

**The Witch’s Price**

**Chapter 1, Part 2**

A monotonous reply. “Yes.”

Then she did it. My eyes were wide, almost bulging out from their socket as I stood there and watched my mother slowly strip away her clothes. She had been in her work clothes since she had to work for a half-day.

As if in a daze, my mother took off her black blazer and tossed it to the ground. Then came off her blouse, revealing more skin than I have ever seen from her before. Her breasts were so big and hung nicely, only being restricted from full viewing by a black, laced bra.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my breaths becoming caught in my throat when, without a remorse of hesitation, my mother pulled down her pencil skirt and revealing matching black, laced panties.

I was rock fucking hard by then, seeing my mother in just underwear, but what came next was a literal wet dream. Her bra came off first and her big breasts popped out, jiggling slightly, nipples hard, and then the last article of clothing came off, revealing a shaven pussy. Read more »

[MFFFFF]My Excellent Vacation Part 2 [Long][5500+ words][Tantra][Creampie][Guided]

June 21

Last night, I slept better than I have in a long time and lounged around the room for most of the morning. I had awoken without the need for an alarm around 8:00 am and took a quick shower, this time without a show. Streaks of my dried cum remain on the black walls. My mind racing for what will be in store for me today. The names Rayna, Rebecca and Ria running through my mind. I’ve never been with more than one girl at a time. My cock hardens as my imagination runs wild imagining what the scene will me. Will it be a cabana? Maybe there’s a hot tub up there… Read more »

A witch made my mother fall in love with me. For a Price. (1/2)

Disclaimer: This series is the most brutal, dirtiest work I have ever written. It all came from a filthy mind of a client who commissioned me. This story countains mind control, incest, lots of threesomes and orgies with 1 man and multiple women, brutal spankings, sex slavery, a ton of bdsm, anal sex, blowjobs, titjobs, and lots more.

The Witch’s Price is one of my most sold work, and I’m only putting chapter 1 out for free. If you want to read all 6 chapters, you can purchase the bundle which is currently heavily discounted. Link at the bottom. For now, enjoy.

**The Witch’s Price**

**Chapter 1, Part 1**

Watching the trees and mountains and all the beautiful nature go by should have been an enthralling experience. After all, all I saw every day were buildings, cars, and more buildings.

But I could never enjoy the sights rolling past me. All I could think as I was sitting on the dimly lit train, clutching my Kindle in one hand and my phone in the other, was how crappy my life was. Read more »

She bullied me. [M/F]

The bully in highschool is a hot gold star lesbian top energy athlete proto-dominatrix girl in the making.

Her struggle is being in love with the feminine looking bitch boy she tortures.

Imagine the scene where he is pushed to his limit and goes to fight her in the bathroom. instead she pins him to the wall and chokes him. He’s tearing up and goes full tempter tantrum and starts sobbing.

For a second he was in his own world. He forgot the girl was there, that the grip on his neck was the pressure he felt every day of his life.

But then he locked eyes with her. She’s so close. Her breath fogging his glasses. Her lip quivering. Her eyes dialating to a deep void.

>Wtf???????.pdf

“…Why you gotta be so fucking cute-” slipped from her lips like a ghost. She threw him to the ground, turned heel and kicked the door. It slapped back and fourth, agitated. his heartbeat slowed as the door settled shut.

Run://Update and Restart Brain

His eyes glossed over and watched, mindlessly, as his big pee peen twitch under his tattered gym shorts. Read more »

33F Aches to be Anal Slave for 34M

Unorganized night thinks….
**and before you ask, because I know it’s coming… I know what a sybian is because it was in this sex/horror movie on Netflix called Cam**
I can’t sleep. I keep having racy thoughts and I’m craving you so bad. Thinking about your cock jammed down my throat while I’m squatting down, my legs splayed to expose my throbbing pussy. Thinking about how much you’d love to see me swipe some of the good spit sloshing in and out of my mouth with each thrust of your cock and spread it on my clit, making myself even wetter. Thinking about that fire in your eyes when I start fingering myself, my moans barely audible over the sounds of me choking on your rock hard dick. I imagine you’ve strapped me to a sybian. You secure my hands behind my back, grab a fistful of my hair and guide my sticky wet mouth back where it belongs, lapping hungrily at your balls and deepthroating your shaft. I start sucking you faster, harder; you turn the sybian up to match my tempo. Tears stream down my cheeks as you begin full on fucking my face, gripping the back of my head to keep me in rhythm. I cum hard all over the machine as you bust deep in my throat, pulling out to lay the final drips across my lips, blessing me with a taste of your well earned load. My muscles relax as you loose my restraints, then just as quickly return to tension as I realize you’re not thru with me yet. You secure my hands in front of me this time. The new restraints force my head low to the ground, exposing my tight little asshole. You know I wouldn’t be down but you can’t help yourself, and you’re the boss after all. Overtaken by desire, you crank the sybian up to full power. I scream out in ecstasy, spraying my sweet hot cum all over the machine. At this exact moment you see your opportunity and plunge your cock deep into my asshole. I brace against the pain and yell out in protest, but as the machine pulsing between my legs sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body, I find myself overcome by your audacity. I crave to feel you filling me up with your thick and creamy cum. I beg for it! “Fuck me. Please! Please fill me up! Fill all my holes!! Oh, oh, unhhhhhh!” My body, convulsing against the sybian now, pushes you out. My hands still restrained in front of me, I feel you grab a cheek in each of your hands and spread them apart. You gaze into my asshole and pussy, still throbbing from the pleasure you provided it, cum oozing from both holes. You wipe me down, caressing my breasts sweetly as you move down my body, tidying up the messes you made as you go. I stare up into your eyes as you release me from my restraints. I hope we’ll go again but you have work so it’s back to the cage I go. You attach a leash to a collar fastened around my neck. It reads “good girl.” I follow your lead on all fours, happily poking my ass as high into the air as it can go, flashing my pussy for you, beckoning you to keep me loose. Alas, you lead me back into my cage, and it is here I will wait, aching for you to use me again.
You’d think a thought like that would be enough to satisfy me but then I start thinking about being locked up in that cage, waiting for you to return. I think about how my time in your sex dungeon would probably make me privy to your high tech security system you’d most certainly have to have to keep me in place. I think about how I’d angle my pussy against the bars of my cage and stroke it up and down for you to see. I imagine my fingers slipping in and out of my dripping wet slit and how the sloshing sound it makes both disgusts me and turns me on at the same time. I think about you watching me on some monitor and stroking your cock. I think about you finally coming back to play with me and getting all excited to be your little fucktoy again, only to receive some well-deserved spanking for playing with YOUR pussy without permission. I picture you strapping me into that spreader thing you bought that we’ve never even tried, and whipping me with the riding crop until I’ve apologized sufficiently for my transgressions. I can see the puffy red welts forming across my ass cheeks, feel the hot sting of their kiss. I want you to use me again. You make me beg. “Please.”
-Please what?
“Let me be a good girl”
-How will you do that?
“My body is yours to use as you like. I will submit to you fully”
I think about the twisted grin spreading across your face as you dream of all the things I’ll do for you.
I think about a different scenario where I’m free to wander about while you’re at work but you’ll frequently send me tasks to complete. Maybe you want me to send you nudes. Maybe you demand I send you a public masturbation video, or you tell me to meet you in a public restroom to please you thru a glory hole.
I think about all the freaky fantasies I have that can’t be fulfilled right now and I feel a trickle of pussy juice dribble down my lips. I feel my nipples harden against my shirt. I imagine my hands are yours and I give them a little tug. I pinch them with increasing pressure, wincing at my self-induced pain. I trace my fingers along each side of this fat ass kitty, wishing my dumb ass period wasn’t on so I could slide onto your dick and ride it into euphoria.
I look for porn videos to give me inspiration to make videos for you. I fantasize about putting clips together and sending them to you throughout the day. I think about wearing the Lush remote control vibrator and being at your mercy while I try to do every day things like clean the house, check the mail, or grocery shop. I think about how desperately I want to rip my pants off and start rubbing my clit until I cum so loud that it wakes you up, and then you flip me over and fuck me fast and hard until my pussy is spitting your cum back out.
I’m so horny right now it fucking hurts.
**I don’t know why I was so crazed last night. Whatever the reason was, I just wanted to jot down my thoughts and share them with you because you’re a freaky nasty too and I know you like that shit 💋

Caught Stealing From the Temple, the Temple Might Just Steal You [breeding] [impregnation] [master] [corruption][fsub] [mdom] [male on female] [female on female] [fdom] maybe?

You never should have tried to steal the heart. You knew it was wrong, you knew the dangers, but something about it just… called to you. The heart of efforithea was the crown jewel of this temple, the temple of lust. It also just so happened to have a black market bounty of four million obols for its deliverance to the wealthy banker, your employer, whose eye, like the eyes of all others who gaze upon its electric beauty, it had caught. That kind of money would have payed off all your debts, and most importantly, would have allowed you to finally end your life of odd jobs (most crimes), and pursue your true calling: painting. Ever since childhood you had a knack for the arts, the brush your sole outlet for the many struggles of your early life. When your father lost his job at the royal engineer’s corps, you painted. When your parents divorced, you painted. When the family farm was sold, what did you do? You painted. Most painfully of all when your father was crushed in the construction accident at the amphitheater, you had nothing else, nobody else to turn to but your brushes and meager selection of paint, the range of pastel colors you loved to work with, adding much needed color to a life, itself painted in various tones of grey. All the shady deals you made, all the nights you spent rummaging through the houses of politicians, all these immoral acts and more, where in pursuit of this dream. After this last job you would finally have had enough to travel to Athens and take a position as an apprentice to one of the finest masters of the age. Your paintings would be displayed in the houses of kings across the great sea. Alas, you appear to have landed in an unfortunate situation, a recurring theme in your life it seems Read more »