Category: eroticliterature

MF Long-Con Crush [Part 2]

Part 1 here! [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhy1lx/mf_longcon_crush_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhy1lx/mf_longcon_crush_part_1/)

My phone buzzed a few hours and chapters later; Colby was up from her nap, and shot me a text asking if I’d like to grab dinner with her. “Just us?”

“I’d like that.” I showered and put on a fresh set of clothes, just in case. As I walked to Colby’s my mind drifted to what, if anything, was up with Colby that would make whatever was happening between us a problem. I didn’t get too lost in my head before she popped out the building’s main door, trying to hide a smile when she saw me.

We walked past markets and restaurants, window-shopping for a place to settle. After passing a park, we opted for ready-made sandwiches and a bottle of wine to share underneath the trees. Everything felt… weirdly platonic until the sun set. I half-expected Colby to let me down easy and stop whatever might have happened in its tracks. Read more »

Death’s real name. [MF]

This is my first story here, so I apologize if I get a tag wrong or something lol. So this is just an idea that came to me while i was going about my day, about a prince and his girlfriend who’s an assassin. I worked on it all day today lol…..It’s long, and I admit it dosen’t get juicy for a while. If you want, you can look for some lemons 🍋🍋 to know where to look for the the sex.

But, even if you skip to the best parts, I hope you enjoy the story!
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I had grown attached to the feeling. It came on me whenever i was alone for too long, exactly once a day. The feeling of death. Of life ending. Of a body hitting the floor, and never waking up again. It was scary at first….but it was familiar, and a welcome feeling now. Regardless of the sensations it gave….it signified my girlfriend coming to visit.

I gave the feeling- I gave HER, a challenge today. I stood inside the castle, wandering the halls. My studies for the day were over, and it was just after dinner. No one would be looking for or pestering me for the retst of the night. Read more »

Daddy/Daughter romance. Part 5

The moment you’ve all been waiting for is here.

“I’m sorry baby, I.. I think I can do that…” As if out of pure instinct I grab her shoulders and pull her up to me, her teary eyes looking into mine as I pull her in. Our lips make contact, it feels like a shock of electricity coursing throughout my body. This is the person I was meant to be with. In one kiss she took all of me.

As we kiss her hand grabs mine, shoving my palm into her small chest. I push her down as she spreads her legs to let me in. Her knees press into my sides as I push my crotch against her. Pulling away from the kiss only to slide my shirt off of her, leaving her only in pink cotton panties. I go back in for the kiss but she pushes me back up, my bulge still rubbing against her. She practically rips my shirt off. Admiring my body as she tugs down my pants and underwear with her feet. I kick them the rest of the way off as my 12 inches flop out onto her stomach. Read more »

An arousing swim with another one of my friends [FF] [wetlook]

Read the previous part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhl85y/the_pool_party_of_our_lives_ff_wetlook/) (it’s a bit long, but it’s worth it :).

After our incredibly arousing pool party, Anna, Ivonne and I had become much more open to each other. We weren’t gay, per se — at least I think we weren’t — but there was something deeply arousing in the naughtiness of touching and kissing your best friend.

Especially when they’re in soaking wet clothes.

I was surprised at how Anna and Ivonne welcomed wetlook too — Anna seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and while Ivonne originally didn’t find it arousing at all, she decided to keep doing it with us for fun.

Near the end of our stay at the resort, Anna left a few days ahead in order to visit some relatives on the way back. Ivonne and I stayed behind, trying to make the most of our remaining break time.

We decided to go to the beach, so we picked out some clothes to swim in and headed out. I was wearing a black rock band T-shirt, tights and sneakers, and Ivonne was wearing a cute red tee with puff sleeves — she really liked these — slim jeans and running shoes. We were both wearing underwear. Just as we put our things down, she pulled my hand and turned me around. Read more »

Troubles arise [part1][non-consent][kidnapping][torture]

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It was yet another sleepless night. I was staring at my bedroom ceiling with my stomach tied into a knot. A glance at my phone told me there are exactly 47 minutes until the alarm. I dreaded that moment.

10 hours of slaving away at a restaurant, taking insults with a smile on my face, and dodging calls from debt collectors. The rent is due on Friday. I need good tips to have it paid. I started to feel nauseous. It was not uncommon these days. I would often feel the need to vomit after my morning coffee. I closed my eyes for a minute and the alarm started drilling into my brain. Dear God, why?

I was still half asleep when I opened the bathroom door. In the bright, pale mirror light I was looking rather ghastly. I could use a glow-up day at the spa. Christ, I’d kill for it. I examined my slightly swollen eyes with heavy, dark circles, brownish roots on my platinum-blond hair, and dry skin. I was angry at myself for having to waste away my beauty. Read more »

[MF] Sinful Shoppers

Charlie had been caught. The pretty brunette walking ahead of him down the aisle smirked. He didn’t know how long she had been looking over her shoulder, watching him stare as she strutted along, her tight skirt suggestively hugging each cheek as they alternated rising and falling with each step. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the aisle in embarrassment, but she didn’t make a scene. She faced forward again, playfully tossing her ponytail.

Did she like it? Charlie wondered if he had offended her. But he could swear her strides grew more deliberate, exaggerating the rhythms of her hips. She stopped and looked both ways down the aisle. Charlie imitated her, seeing no one, just the two of them, though the occasional shopper passed the open ends of the aisle. The woman in the dress touched a bag of chips. They fell to the floor. She leaned forward, bending over much farther than she needed to, arching her back dramatically.

Charlie swallowed hard. He watched her dress, which wasn’t long to begin with, climb. The line of it pulled up along the curves of her ass. She wore nothing underneath. Slowly, she straightened, her eyes making contact with his and boldly holding his gaze. She resumed her normal pace and walked ahead, straightening her dress, turning at the aisle’s end and disappearing. Read more »

35(m) fantasizing about younger coworker

35(m). A little background, I recently started a new part time job downtown. It’s nice I’m really busy so the shifts go fast. What I do, I really don’t interact with other people I work with except in passing a quick hello, how are you. Lately I’ve been seeing this woman in the back room when I’m pulling stock. I have never been tempted to stray from my marriage before, but seeing her in the back drives me insane. Her long legs in her work jeans, her beautiful hair. We have never even spoke, just glanced at each other in passing. I constantly fantasize that I find her somewhere secluded when the store has closed and she is waiting for me. When I say waiting for me there is little left to the imagination as to why she is there and what she wants. Her right work jeans are around her ankles and she is bent over. She looks over her shoulder and tells me to bury my face in her pussy from behind. I feel her getting close very quickly, no doubt the thrill of getting caught is helping her get off. She reaches back and pulls my hair and pushes my face deeper. She muffles her moans and finishes hard, her legs shaking and almost collapsing. She turns around and grabs my face giving me one kiss before she says thanks and walks away. The fact that she uses me like this is so much more of a turn on. I think about this EVERYDAY on shift, it helps me get through work. I have never had a fantasy about being used like this, but something about her makes me want to submit like this.

Daylight Alley (NonCon) (FirstPerson) (MF) (Fiction) (TriggerWarning)

I want to see you on the street, in broad daylight, and without ever meeting you, grab you by the arm and pull you into an alley, spinning you around to face the wall of the building. “Hey!! What are you doing?!” You say. You’re resisting a little bit but when I lift your skirt and slide my hand down your panties I can feel that you’re wet. “Shut the fuck up. I’m taking what I want. That’s what I’m doing. Don’t even act like you don’t want it. You’re already soaking through your panties for Christ’s sake.” A sly grin subtly crosses your face, further convincing me of how badly you want your brains fucked out by this stranger. But I want to drive you absolutely crazy, so I drop to my knees and pull your panties off your ankles, putting my head up your skirt to tease your pussy with my mouth from behind you. This is all within seconds of seeing you for the first time. Im licking your clit, then to your hole, slipping my tongue inside and then back to suck lightly on your clit, my face buried in your ass. When I can’t take it anymore I stand up and pull out my throbbing cock. You’re still facing the building, but I want to feel your tits, so I pull your top down, exposing them to the cool air in the shady alley. Your hard nipples drive me into a lustful madness, and I plunge into your tight wet little pussy. “Ugh fuck that feels good!!” I say as I start pounding into you so hard, that there’s a risk of people on the sidewalk at the other end of the alley hearing your ass slap my thighs. Neither of us gives a fuck because it feels so good. You’re moaning loud, letting me know you’ve decided to enjoy this stranger fucking you with everything he has. So I go harder. Gripping your hair with one hand, and a perfect tit with the other. Drilling your pussy like it’s the only time I’ll ever get to. “Ugghhh fuck I’m gonna cum.” I say. “Cum for me, you’re such a dirty little slut letting me fuck you like this. Now cum for me.” I can feel your pussy start to contract as you get ready to cum, and it’s pushing me over the edge. You try to pull off of me, yelling that you’re not on birth control. I grip your ass and hips, holding myself in while I say, “I don’t give a fuck. I’m taking what I need. What I need is to cum in this tight little pussy.” That’s when I slap your ass and you feel the wedding ring on my hand. It turns you on even more, and you start bucking your hips, your ass grinding against me while I’m plowing you. It pushes me over the edge. “Ugghhhhh FUCK!!” I say as I blow my load, and you feel my hot cum pumping inside. I leave almost as swiftly as I grabbed you. Taking your panties, because I want to know you’re walking around this town with my cum dripping from your pussy. I pull up my jeans, zip them, and lean into your ear whispering, “have a nice day.” Then I leave you there, hands against the wall, breathing heavy with your tits still hanging out and a pussy full of my cum.

Accidental Gang Bang

My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years. We have fantasized about swapping, watching and being watched. We have done some vanilla stuff, going out in public while she has a Bluetooth vibe that I’m controlling, her being topless while we went through a drive through and we’ve gone to strip bars a bunch of times where she gets her shirt taken off on stage and then goes topless for most of the rest of the night. She has this really fun kink where she likes being naked with me wearing my clothes which is why she likes strip clubs. The most we’ve ever done prior is that we let a couple guys at a strip club grope and play with her naked breasts. It was absolutely hot and made me realize I would love to watch those two guys fuck her and me join in. I told her about that fantasy, and others with more men, and she seemed like she was into it in as much that it was something that got me off. Read more »

A mother in-law’s unexpected journey Part Four [M4F]

The morning came all to quickly for Padraig. The bad taste in his mouth, the all to familiar headache and the pangs of guilt, it was shaping up to be a bad few days. He felt like shit both mentally and physically but wasn’t complaining. It was the least he should feel. He could smell Bernie of his fingers. Jesus what was wrong with him? His mother in law. He was a real selfish bastard to do it. The horn?? So fucking what. Head in to town and hire an escort for an hour like anyone else in his position. Nobody would bat an eyelid. But naw, not him. He’d have to
jockey the wife’s mother. It was like something out of a bad dream. He wouldn’t know what the end of it would be.
Bernie was up from six that morning. A full two hours before Padraig. She’d cleaned out and set the range and had just lit it. She felt great this morning. Empowered, strong and ready to take what ever the world could throw at her. She’d had her porridge and showered and was organising breakfast for her guests. She’d gathered up a wash to bring to the washing machine, her cum soaked trousers among it. The stain had hardened now, as she threw everything into the machine. She smiled a sly grin. She’d made him do that. It was her hand pleasuring his stiff hard that made him cum, and cum hard by the groans he made. Ordinarily it should have just leaked onto the ground, but a combination of his hand rubbing and caressing her bum in those trousers, her hand massaging and pulling his foreskin gently and her sweet whispers in his ear, he shot the batch out over her upper thigh, all over the leg of her trousers like a jet, his groans audible and his legs shaking against her suggested she’d done a good job. She knew she did. He cum hard and a lot. A boil wash would clean up the evidence.
Niamh had arranged for her and Padraig to go around for breakfast at Bernies to meet up with the rest of them. When they arrived there was Bernie doing her Irish mammy thing. Serving out all you could eat. Rashers, pudding bacon and eggs, fresh toast with a pot of tea and coffee. Padraig was in no form for it. No form to mix or eat. When Niamh asked why he wasn’t eating he just played it down. Bernie in jest said maybe to much beer last night Padraig, they all laughed but it was no laughing matter. It was more to do with him blowing his load down her leg last night and smelling her cunt of his hand first thing this morning. The same hand he wanked with in the shower this morning fantasizing about riding her. His head was a mess. It was surreal. One minute he’s doing the happy brother in law, son in law thing, the next he’s replaying what he’d done the previous night. She’d pulled him off a few hours ago and now here she was, doing her Mrs Brown bit. It was fucking crazy. The guilt was subsiding now. He just wanted everything back to normal.
Padraig’s going back to work Niamh said. Sure that’s great Padraig everyone said. Padraig said he’d have to. Niamh was not going to improve any time soon and the mortgage and bills still needed paid. It came to him last night lying in bed after the party. It was for the best. Probably see less of Bernie this way he thought. So he’d rang Tomas this morning and told him he’d be back on Monday. Monday was the only bad morning. He’d have to start at six because the weeks delivery came at that time but the rest of the week was nine, so it was all good. Everyone agreed it would do the two of them the best, as it would get them back to routine. Bernie wasn’t expecting that. Not after there little tryst last night, but it was something they both had agreed between themselves. It was out of her control. She’d be there for Niamh along side the home help that was in place but couldn’t help feel a little bit down. Less time seeing Padraig. Less time making him cum. She’d gladly let him spunk over her. Over her body and breasts, the trousers she wore, her knickers and bra, up her cunt, over her face, even in her mouth. Jesus she hoped it wasn’t over between them. It was a nice little side thing they had going and while it was wrong, she’d become addicted to the attention she was getting. She needed to think, and fast..