Category: eroticliterature

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 2

Tim and I continued to chat, a little bit each day. Sometimes our chats were quick, casual, and non-sexual. Other times they were extremely sexual and ended up with me begging him to allow me to cum while he told me what he wanted to do to my wife Michelle.

After a couple weeks of this he said he had a very serious question and asked me if I wanted to make this a reality or if I was just interested in online. I was impressed with how careful and not pushy he made what could have been a difficult conversation. He said many husbands liked to fantasize, sometimes show off pictures of their wife, and he said that for many people keeping it a fantasy was the right logical and sane choice.

But he said had to be up front about his interest and desires and those desires were to fuck my beautiful wife first in her wedding bed and then everywhere and any time he wanted. He said that since we had started talking he stopped looking for other options and had not considered any other sexual partners because cleanliness and STD tests were very important… another reminder that he would only have her without a condom. (I would later find out that he kept an amazingly deep roster of male friends who felt the same way so that he could share his conquests, but that is for another story maybe.) Read more »

My Mom 2

Decided I’m not going to go through my whole history with my mom. Just leave it at I did all kinds of things as I was growing up to satisfy my curiosity.

Later in life I’d gotten out of the Army and moved back in with my parents, I was 25 so my mom would have been 46. My lust for her hadn’t died at all.

Anyway, one night after I’d gone out with friends drinking and trying to pick up girls with no luck I came home pretty drunk around 1 am. I remember I stumbled around a bit and was making more noise than I should have. Next thing I know my mom is there asking me if I’m ok. I said yes but needed to get to bed. She came over and put her arm around me saying “let’s get you to bed”.

I sat down on the bed with my feet on the floor and my mom knelt down and started taking off my shoes. That was fine by me as I just wanted to sleep. I laid back and started to fade off. Next thing I know, my mom is undoing my pants and starts to pull them down. Not sure if she meant to or not but she also pulled off my underwear and there I was in alll my glory. Read more »

[M/F] This is a true story. I was edged for a little over 6 hours. Then denied orgasm. I thought I was in love. But I was just her plaything.

I met this girl, We will call her Sophia. When I was 18 years old. After, one of my new friends from college. Introduced me to his circle of friends at a party. Sophia actually introduced herself to me. She was 24, very flirtatious and touchy feely.
After, about an hour of being at this party I was already pretty drunk. They had me drinking this nasty shit called jungle juice. So I was chilling on the floor passing out and Sophia walks over to me and pretty much lays right on top of me. Sophia was about the same height as me which is 5’10” with a pretty big bust. So she was actually kind of heavy. She rested her face directly on top of mine and sprawled out on top of me. Nothing happened aside her falling asleep on me.

When we woke up I asked Sophia for her number. After, the party we exchanged text messages and began hanging out all of the time. For the next six years. I and Sophia would text one another and hang out at her house. Atleast five to six times a month. I fell In love with the girl and I made it obvious. That I wanted to take the relationship to the next level. Read more »

Pokemon Misadventures, pt 1

My alarm chimes, the _5 am_ wakeup call. It’s an early morning (for me), but the rare Pokémon rumored to be in this part of the region won’t wait around forever. I wriggle free from my sleeping bag and adjust my pajamas. They’d twisted around in the night again, not exactly uncommon for someone who tosses and turns in her sleep. My pack is nearby, and I grab it on my way out of the spacious tent.

The pajamas I am wearing do a good job concealing my early 20s, athletic figure. Don’t know about you, but my parents made _absolutely_ sure to drive home the “_everything in the wilds wants to breed you_” speech when I said I wanted to be a Pokémon hunter/trainer, even going so far as to suggest I carry a Ditto with me at all times. You know, so when something “_leaps from the brush to mate with me I can use it as a distraction_.” I looked at them like they were legitimately crazy when they suggested it, but agreed just to shut them up. __Imagine my surprise__ when their advice would actually save me from an especially frisky _Machamp_ a few years ago, and then a pair of Mr. Mimes a handful of months later. I shudder at the memory, _that_ was one sandwich I wanted __no__ part of. Read more »

A forest trail pt. 4

This magestical forest animal now looks back at Marcel, eyes full of nothing but desire and passion, and flips the flashlight around and hands it to him. Marcel sees the torch shining at her beautiful lady parts, and begins to turn it to the non-bulb side when she reaches back and keeps it on the bulb side. She wants him to put the big end in, showing she can take anything he wants to give her. He proceeds to start trying to nestle it in. She throws her face to the floor, and uses both hands to open up her tight cavern. He sees brightly what the skirt wants to be filled, deep into it, ready for him. She keeps pushing back onto the light, eventually allowing it to slip in. He begins to hold the light in place for her to swing back on, seeing her cheeks ripple ever so slightly around the muscle. Moans ensue. Looking at this magnificent article of happening, there is light slightly pouring out around her tail, and slipping through her vaginal crevice too. He’s never seen a ghost story told like this.

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A forest trail pt. 3

Marcel’s hand begins to move forward, to the beauty the flashlight was revealing, finding it extremely moist, thank God she wasn’t wearing any panties. He starts to surrenely move his fingers up and down her oceanic trench, feeling all of the juiciness of her lips enclose his fingers. As he moves back and forth, he finds that she’s quite unshaven, filling in the part of being a tailed animal in the forest. She starts grinding away a bit, her body moving as effortlessly as her skirt through the cool breeze. She starts licking on his neck and sucking on it, careful as to not break any blood vessels. She drops the flashlight and moves her hand to his pants, finding a log that didn’t come from the floor of the trail. He quickly unbuckles his pants, and stands up, allowing her to begin licking his shaft up and down. Feeling the full length of his penis be entitled to this mystical forest nymph’s ritualistic undoing of societal thoughts, she runs her hands up and down his inner thighs, bringing back the tingling brought on by the cool breeze of entering the forest earlier, remembering just the trees and nothing else. She starts to put her top lips around his supple, caramel apple of a head. Entwined by the naughtiness of the tail and the public location, he makes his way to laying down, allowing her to fully open her throat to take on his now fully erect monster of a snake. Marcel finds himself being vacuum sucked by mother nature herself, feeling the blond hair encapsulate his own forest region. He likes to stay trimmed enough for a personal happy trail, but doesn’t grow enough for it to need cut too much anyways. Read more »

A forest trail pt. 2

He hands the clerk the change, and dashes out without a receipt, he wouldn’t look at it anyways. As he looks up at the sky, he realizes he has to put a bit of a pep in his step to get back home before dark. He’s still got a way of light, but doesn’t want to keep his dog waiting too long. He makes his way back to the start of the forest and feels a cool breeze whiff through his hair, smiling as he gets a small tingling feeling at the back of his neck. He starts walking, notices a couple jogging with their dog and flashlights out already. He decides to turn his on too. As he’s walking, he sees a black and white plaid skirt walking towards him, and he starts to nervously look around somewhere else, as to not cause any unnecessary attention to her. He looks down at the skirt’s feet, which are rocking some worn out, classic converse with knee high socks, looking like a classic school girl that runs wild after class. Marcel looks up a bit, to see a pretty blonde headed girl doing the same as him, looking around to not cause attention, accidentally meets his dark brown eyes, and quickly looks away again. Stunned by the energy between them, Marcel drops his flash light, and stumbles a bit trying to catch it. But its too late, the light is rolling away just in front of the dirty converses, when he notices the surprisingly clean laces in a perfect bow. The girl in the skirt looks slightly frightened, but quickly bends down and grabs the flashlight. Read more »

A forest trail pt. 1

Marcel began his weekly walk thru the small inset of trees nearby his neighborhood as usual. It’s evening and a crisp fall day. He figures he has at least an hour and a half before the sun begins to set to where he can’t see anymore, but he’s brought a torch flashlight just in case. He’s chipper as usual, as he’s just finished a long week at work as a janitor at the local college, and prepping for his nightly shift as a webcam model. He started doing a couple shifts a week just as some extra income, and to help with his very big sexual appetite. His thought process was “What better way to satisfy his needs than by getting paid for it?” but some part of him thinks that he still has some needs unmet…

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With potential ideas for his show tonight on his mind, he enters the small forest, it’s long enough for a decent walk but still thin enough for the rest of the street to see in. Marcel realizes he had forgotten to grab his iPhone, which he usually keeps in the left chest pocket of his flannel to play some music to himself. But today, he decides he has to hum some tunes to himself to keep his mind creative. Without any song in mind, Marcel just lets the beat lead him wherever, the same mindset that he’s kept his whole life to lead him wherever he must be. Read more »

Rave Girls Pt. 01 [MF]

A story inspired by u/AprilSpringRose

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

It’s always an adventure when my business trip meetings get canceled after I’ve already traveled. I find ways to fill the time until my return flight, and my distractions have become increasingly enjoyable lately. My most recent trip involved a rave, which I had never been to before, and a dance with an incredibly sexy girl named Rose.

A coworker who had visited this city knew about a spot where they occasionally threw massive raves. He told me that one was happening the night I was in town. Having learned to love trying new things, I decided to check it out.

I had no idea what I was supposed to wear to something like this, so I asked my coworker. He said whatever’s most comfortable. He also advised me not to wear underwear. I thought that was strange, but I took his advice. I wore a pair of thin black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Some comfy shoes and I was ready for adventure. Read more »

Eating Her (part 2)

I leave her without a doubt as to how much I love doing it. I kiss and lick her adoringly, letting out the occasional moan as I go.

“I fucking love your pussy,” I say in a whispered growl, looking up at her, before getting back to what I was doing.

She sighs and does a little hip grind, pushing up at my mouth.

My hands wander all over her body, her thighs, ass, up to her breasts, brushing over her nipples. At some points we hold hands as I lick at her.

It’s all so sensual, gentle, dreamy, at first. No rushing. No focus on the end result. I’m enjoying the journey.

But at some point that changes. My hands slide up under her thighs, then loop back, gripping her hips, pulling her into my mouth. I hold her there as I stiffen my tongue and push it in deep, burying my face into her. Tongue fucking her.

She loves it. She lets out a groan and grabs my hair in her fist, legs spread, humping up at my face. Read more »