Category: eroticliterature

Her Tender Toes

I had awoken on the couch
Head foggy from a nap
Her scantily clad body beside me
Feet placed upon my lap

Her perfect little feet
On a platter in front of me
I massaged her arches and calfs
From her feet up to her knees

Slowly she began to stir and a smile came across her face
Being here with her felt like the perfect place
One foot rubbing me through my pants anticipating what awaits
Her beautiful feet entangled in my embrace

She sighed and smiled at me
As I gently rubbed all of her toes
One foot rubbing my crotch addressing the issue that’s begun to grow………..

Control

Eyes blindfolded 
Vision eroded 
Waiting for what will come next 

Collar of leather 
The touch of a feather 
Leash guiding you by your neck 

Senses heightened 
Do not be frightened 
Like a soldier seeking cover 

Crawl on your knees 
Give yourself to me 
I will be gentle my lover 

Step Sister Corruption Part 253 – Day 131 Naughty Gift Pt 2 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I looked at my smiling girl’s confirming they had gone ***insane*** with their latest *gift* as once again they had increased our relationship.

I swear these girls are going to be the death of me some day.

If it ain’t one thing it was the next.

I tried to reign in my emotions and *try* to not freak out too much at their themed *gift* for Christmas.  I held up the paper, “When did you do this?”

Summer and Kel looked at one another smiling before Kel spoke, “Remember the night at the mini City with the Braxter’s?”

I looked at her and remembered the night in question before nodding.

Summer continued, “And do you remember what we saw on the floor before going downstairs?”

I tried to remember exactly what we saw on the floor of the party but there was so much going on it was hard to pinpoint exactly what they were talking about and spoke, “Which part?”

Summer smiled, “All of it.  The party had the outright openness that we saw.” Read more »

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of being a whore for so many men. It’s exactly what you wanted, Toy.” [part 2] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [MMMMMMMMF] [submission] [captivity] [creampies]

“Please don’t do this to me,” I cry out, but no one pays it any mind. I’m stretched open with someone’s fingers and a second later, there’s a cock inside me.

The man from before watches impassively, his eyes drinking in what his men are doing to me. The cock feels good and my body ignites with shame.

“Why does it feel so good?” I rasp.

“Because you’re a toy, and this is what you were made for,” the man replies. None of the other men speak, save for some grunts as they begin abusing my body.

Given what they’ve done to my memories, I have no way of knowing what else they did to me. But I suspect they’ve done something to my body, something that makes me this needy, this fucking desperate to respond to their unwelcome touch with such eagerness. I hate how much my pussy drips as a stranger’s cock penetrates me with such anger it makes me wonder what I did to him to deserve this.

The man from before, the one who had such an evil smirk. He’s watching me hungrily. There is no passion in his gaze. There is only cruelty, and the desire to hurt me. Once it’s his turn, I know he’ll have no mercy for me. Read more »

Approval (public humiliation, praise, sub, Dom, exhibitionists)

She asked for my approval
I nodded my head, yes
A bar room full of people
As she slipped out of her dress

I could see her face turn red
As she looked down at her feet
I connected her leash and collar
Time for her meet and greet

She had asked me to push her limits
Is this what she had in mind?
Degrade her in a room full of strangers
She needed to be kept in line

Leash held tight in my grip
I led her around the room
Determined to keep me pleased
Her behaviors I began to groom

Some folks pointed and laughed
Other faces purely shocked
It was getting close to closing time
The front door now was locked

She struggled with her confidence
“Hold your head high,” I commanded
She did just as she was told
Whatever I demanded

Prancing around the room
Red faced in panties and bra
I bent her over the pool table
And slapped her ass till it was raw

With every slap of my hand
She let out another squeak
The only sound allowed out of her mouth
She was told she could not speak Read more »

Spying

I grew up in rural America with two sister that were both older than me. My mom always walked around naked. It was nothing to see her in the nude and to be honest I never thought anything of it because it was just so normal. I never thought of my family in a sexual way until one evening I was at my oldest sisters apartment. I was watching tv and she went to go take a bath. She had a roommate but she wasn’t home. At some point I went to walk into the kitchen and walked by the bathroom door. As I did I saw light coming from the side of the door which I thought was weird since the door was closed. Naturally I had to look. Part of the door jam was missing so I had a very clear shot of my sister. She was in the bathtub shoving her hips up. I could tell that she had a bush but couldn’t really tell how well maintained she kept it because I was looking from the side. She had what looked like soap on her middle finger which was running up and down her slit. I couldn’t believe it. This was the first time thinking about my family member in a sexual way. I got so excited so fast, my dick was rock hard and my hands were shaking. I began thinking of a reason to talk to her through the door and hopefully go in. All I could think of was telling her some show had started. I grabbed the doorknob which she apparently heard and yelled at me not to come in. I settled and jerked off. I was so scared her roommate was gonna walk in and catch me watching my sister. Luckily that didn’t happen. I blew my load and used my underwear to clean up my mess since I couldn’t get into the bathroom. After that experience I made it a point to spy on both my sisters and my mom. Read more »

A night at the museum [M/F]

He couldn’t fully explain why he had gone to the party. He had done some consulting for this company, mostly writing bogus copy for a campaign about “team partnership simulation” and “improved assessment experience.” He once had writerly ambitions, but now somehow he had fallen into this professional niche: the thinness of corporate babble. For every gig he aimed for parody and satire and each time his clients ate it up, maybe precisely because none of it made any sense. All capitalists are nihilists, he would think to himself—and then deposit the checks. Maybe it was the emptiness of this whole process that led to his attending the party, as if to punish himself for his unearned success.

He didn’t even know what the party was celebrating. It was being held at a midsize art museum—there were cocktails and snacks in the lobby and the company had rented out the place so that its employees could enrich themselves by looking at some art. Weren’t they rich enough already though? Most stayed in the lobby, laughing and drinking heavily. He could barely stand talking to anyone; the volume of his regret kept drowning everything out. Why not some art, he thought to himself as he slipped into the gallery. Read more »

The Night [F18+] [M18+] [FICTION/CON/ANAL]

A bit of context: I’m a adult content creator and this is my first erotic tale. I left somethings open to reader’s interpretation (like age 18+) so you can imagine yourself in this story. Also English is not my first language, but I tried my best to use proper grammar, since misspelling turns me off. Hope you can give your feedback. Read more »

Teacher Sub – Chapter 5 (MFF, ds)

Chapter 5 – The Dinner Party

The next morning, I was moping around the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Marie standing there in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that had V cut into it, showing quite a bit of her ample cleavage.

“Oh hi, Marie,” I wearily offered. “Hi, Sara. I won’t take much of your time, but Tom and I were wondering if you could come over for dinner tonight. We figured you were good and settled and maybe even bored of our little town.”

“Great,” I thought. “My social life had devolved into hanging out with my older landlords. They’re nice, but I’m sure they are as boring as the rest of this town. Boy, things are different than college.” Even with those thoughts in my head, I heard myself answer Marie, “Sure. What time do you want me there?”

About 6 o’clock that evening, I walked the 20 feet to their front door and knocked. I was surprised to see Marie pretty dressed up when she answered the door. She had on a tight skirt that hugged her little body with black stockings on underneath and a cute red blouse. And here I was in jeans and a t-shirt. Read more »