Category: eroticliterature

The Hot Tub [MF]

I should have stopped drinking earlier but it’s so much fun here. Hannah’s been very flirty with Jacob but I haven’t seen him complaining.
But the others are being so loud in the pool, could actually do with a little quiet time.
Might pop to the hot tub while no-one is in there.
I head out and check that it’s nice and hot. It is and I slide in.
It’s actually peaceful out here, just the bubbles and the night sky… and a glass of wine.
I let my eyes close and enjoy the heat and the massage from the water jets. I can feel that I’m really drunk.

That’s when Joshua walked out of the cabin. Obviously naked… When is he ever wearing clothes? He climbs in the hot tub and sits opposite me and starts drinking his beer. Guess that’s my quiet time over…
He stretches out in the water and our feet touch. He doesn’t pull away. His hands keep going below the water, but I’m not looking. “Why don’t you ever get your boobs out?” he asks. “I’m just not that type” I reply. I know everyone else does, but it’s just not my kind of thing. “I feel like I’ve never seen yours” he says. “You probably haven’t, but you did feel my nipple that time you shoved your hand down my top” I laugh. “I’m going to undo your top” he tells me. I don’t reply. Read more »

Hotel [MF]

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I had been cycling for a few days and my body was in need of rest. The freedom of sleeping in a tent beneath bridges or in open fields was satisfying, but I had to recharge my system soon.

I had stopped the previous night somewhere between Corsicana and Waco and hadn’t woken up well at all. The constant noise from a nearby train yard kept waking me up, even with my headphones in, blaring rain and storm sounds. I decided to get a hotel room for the night. Plus, a hot shower would feel amazing.

Backtracking a few miles, I found a cheap motel in the area, but it was a little early to check in. I paid for the room and agreed to wait outside until they were ready to give me my room key. The woman who served as the receptionist was an Indian woman who, despite being a bit older, still showed traces of her former beauty. Read more »

Hands That Hurt, Hands That Heal [NB]

Arms stretch out, eyes surveying hands, fingers. Memories recorded with every touch. Works of art traced across the skin with fingertips for paint brushes.

Hands discover every inch turning strangers into lovers. They get lost in the tangles of hair. Fingertips once again so gently tracing the curves and bends of neck. The back of a hand caresses smoothly over cheek. Reassurance as a palm closes, fingers lacing over throat. A pause in motion to feel a quickening pulse.

So much power to be had by the hands. Power to hurt, power of pleasure. Power to heal, to love, to kill. How I long for those hands that can give birth to my pleasure through pain.

C. Stephens

My friends only come over because of my mom.

Growing up with an overly attractive mother is both a curse and a blessing. It was during middle school I came to the realization that all my friends obsess over my mom because she’s ‘hot’.
I always knew my mother was a pretty woman, but being the friend with the hot mom eventually started to piss me off, and I would blow up whenever my friends brought it up.
My friends no longer talked about my mother around me, but my house still remained the ‘hang out place’. Funny how that works but whatever.
Now it wasn’t until my junior year that I began to realize that maybe some things I consider normal isn’t so normal. For example, growing up in my moms house it wasn’t uncommon for her to cook topless. In fact mom being topless was a normal part of her at home wardrobe. Whenever I have friends over I would always make sure she was aware, but as I got older I realized she would attempt to act oblivious to company. I can’t count how many times I’ve saved her from my friends potentially seeing her.

[F/a4A] large age gaps, all incest pairings, ddlg! come have KINKY fun

Not looking for OOC chat.

❤️ **kinks & story favorites:** very large extreme age gaps — size differences — ddlg — incest — brat — sub/dom — threesomes/orgies/harem — clothed — teasing — noncon or dubcon — voyeurism/being watched — public — teaching — anal and rimming — rough — breastfeeding — edging — oral — messy — aftercare — romance/affection — beast (dog/wolf, horse, bear, humanoid or canine beasts) and many many more!

❌ **limits:** scat, blood, furries, extreme body modifications, futa

 

💟 **BONUS, my favorite plot points:**

**Favorite pairings:** LARGE EXTREME age gap — daddy or older male — uncle or grandpa — beast — mother x son or daughter — neighbor — coach/mentor — MFF+

 

Is bathtime your favorite, playing with toys and teaching to wash every spot? Maybe bedtime after, tucking in with cuddles and a picture book? Slumber parties and sleepovers make even more fun! Help your princess learn how to please Daddy and leave her binky behind before bed. Let Mommy cuddle her sweetie in the morning while you feed on her full tits. Open to incest pairings of all relationships, especially LARGE age gaps! Read more »

The odd one out (MMMF, nc, humiliation, oral)

Trigger Warning: While entirely fantasy my NC stories often contain non-consensual scenes that can feel raw, or have realistic elements to them. I don’t want to upset anyone, so please use your discretion when choosing whether or not to read. Thanks and enjoy! 😊

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It was winter break. I was home from college finally, with a chance to hang out with my old friends again. Just time to relax, catch up, and joke around like we used to. That was our plan at least.

“So why would you ever root for them again? They’re like our rivals?” Jason was asking with a hint of annoyance as he sipped at his 5th beer.

“What?” I replied “My dad was born in Seattle remember? I’ve just always rooted for them I guess.”

“You know they’re going to lose right?” Jason replied.

“Hmm i dunno, we’ll see.” I replied a bit smugly.

Football was on today, and Jason, Kyle, Scott and myself were all lounging in Scott’s living room glued to the big game. I was lounging on the loveseat and the 3 guys were sharing the couch. There was only a few minutes left, and it was all tied up. Read more »

overalls under the sun

Here’s another story I wrote for my friend. We get to chatting late at night and she’s been asking for these more and more.

For some reason I can’t get the image of you wearing overalls out of my head. I envision you in your garden, in the early afternoon. The sunlight is warm and bright, a rich buttery yellow color. You are wearing your big, floppy black hat, as always.

When I arrive you’re on your knees, tending to your tomato plants. They have grown tall and strong because you have given them a hood place to grow, the best nutrients, and your love.

You look up when you see me enter the garden through the gate. You smile and brush a strand of hair out of your face with a dirty glove, leaving a muddy streak on your forehead. And there it is. Just like that, with one little gesture, I feel my blood begin to rush. Maybe its because you’re on your knees. Maybe it’s because I know that, with a word from your full lips, with a glance from gleaming, sunlit eyes, I know I will be. Read more »

ASMODAL INN: PART THREE [cheating][hotwife][haunted][exhib][voyeur][cnc][public]

ASMODAL INN

PART THREE (author’s note, to understand some events in this chapter, you need to read parts one and two)

LINK TO PART ONE: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tjxe3g/asmodal_inn_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tjxe3g/asmodal_inn_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

LINK TO PART TWO: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tojmam/asmodal_inn_part_two_publicexhibmile/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

“Honey,” Amber whispered into his ear waking him up after he dozed off on the incredibly large and unbelievably comfortable couch. “You’re still soaking wet, why don’t you go take a shower and change your clothes.”

He had been out in the rain and he was still fighting an unresolved raging hard on after what happened on the plane and what he saw the unfinished side of the building. He looked out the window, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining brightly on the stark lack of scenery, the bright rays streaming through the window and reflecting off the caramel colored walls casting a golden glow throughout the large suite.

He slid open the pocket door into the bathroom. The only place in the room with any privacy was immediately behind the door and there was a small wall concealing the toilet, the rest was exposed to view through the clear glass walls of the large shower. Duane had said that the suite was “purpose built”, Jake didn’t have to think too hard to imagine what “purpose” he had in mind. Read more »

Little Pet [FFM] [Femdom] [Submissive]

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Amelia always wanted her own little sex slave. I never really understood it, but I also wouldn’t want to tell her no. She was gentle enough with me, but there was a fierce look in her eye when she talked about the things she would do to a young woman – if we could find one willing.

That was the thing about her desires: she wanted a woman eager, willing, and submissive. We were in our early thirties and comfortable with our sex life. But Amelia, ever determined, still pined away to fulfill her fantasies.

I spent the better part of two months, feeling like a creep the entire time, talking to people who might know someone who knew someone that might fit the job description. Amelia was always patient, always willing to let me take the time I needed to find her perfect little pet. Read more »

At Sophie’s Mercy – Ch. 01 [M/M/F][Fdom][mc][humil]

When I was nineteen years old, I still wasn’t fully comfortable using my ability to control minds. I had tested it out and pushed some boundaries here and there. It was exhilarating to make people obey me with just a simple command. Still, I was scared to try to really push someone. I just gave people little nudges here and there to get something I wanted. One time I told Kyle, the owner of the restaurant where I worked, to give me a modest raise. He didn’t even blink. He just agreed and we moved on, except I was making a few more dollars an hour.

After that I kept thinking that I should have pushed for more. I probably could have asked for a hundred dollars an hour and he would have done it without a second thought. I couldn’t get the question out of my mind. How much could I get away with? The answer, I learned, is that I can get away with anything. Read more »