Category: eroticliterature

I have always had a weird relationship with my Dad. He was never the type to go in for hugs and we would only ever shake hands when we said hello or goodbye.

I enjoyed crossdressing growing up. Hid it from my parents for the most part. Taking clothes from my mom to wear in my bedroom. I was caught once at a young age wearing her clothes by my Dad but nothing really happened. He would turn a blind eye to it probably hoping it was just a faze.

When I was around 20 I was home from college thinking my parents were gone for the night and I got fully dressed up as I usually did when I was by myself. Black tights, heels, skirt, blouse, fake nails the whole deal.

Long story short, My Dad comes home much earlier then expected and walks into the house to see me like this. He hadn’t seen me dressed up other then the time when I was a younger. He was a little surprised and caught off guard. I apologized and begged him not to tell Mom. Read more »

It has becoming maddening. The perfume she wears at dinner. Her smile is wide with delight from laughter and jokes. Its the night she has been waiting for. Normally she would leave at this point and would resume another day at work.

She follows me through the hotel lobby and into the elevator we ride. I find my hands sweating as the next floor dings past. My heart skipping beats as our bodies get close for a few moments and we halt on our floor. Helping her with a few small items, we find our room that is already booked and ready for us.

Staring at her in the black dress she wore to dinner, I found myself dumbfounded at her beauty. I dreamt of this moment but I couldn’t help but stare as she slowly fell out of her dress. My lips found her skin after my clothes laid in a pile on the floor. Her black bra and underwear protected her body from me for just a few moments, before they to succumbed to my fingers and laid by her feet. Read more »

It was a Tuesday morning and Annabelle woke up feeling a strange feeling in her vaginal area. Annabelle, who is a recently graduated college student is a gorgeous brunette-haired girl with a perfect ass who grew up in western Georgia. So she decided to go see the doctor about it. She got out of bed, showered, brushed her teeth, and got dressed. She put on a white cotton shirt, and over it her favorite flannel fleece, then put on blue cotton panties, and some cutoff jean shorts. Then got in her car, and drove to the doctor’s office. Once she walked into the office, she saw a girl walking out who seemed rather… erm… pleased. She didn’t think much of her. Before she knew it, the doctor walked in and called,

“Annabelle?”

She walked up to him, greeted him, and he said,

“Right this way”

She followed him into his room. Once she walked in, he told her to sit on top of the examination bed.

“Hi Annabelle, I’m Doctor Wilkins, and I understand that you’ve been feeling a funny feeling in and around your vagina lately.” the doctor said “Is that correct?” Read more »

I (I’m a big girl now, I’m an adult now

I’ve been so horny for so long and every year he tells me I’m not allowed to have sex with any boys but my pussy hurts so bad from how much I need it. He doesn’t understand how horny my body is. My sex Ed teacher told me that it’s normal to feel so horny because I have so many hormones but sometimes I rub my pussy on my desk in class. I feel like my pussy is so wet and sensitive all the time and at night when I touch it (even though daddy told me not to), I think about him and I wonder what his cock looks like

I bet it’s big and hard and would fill me up so much… I bet it would be too big to even fit inside me. My daddy has some grey hair and I know he thinks I’m too young to want sex but I’m 18 and I’m an adult now, so I think I should be able to let an old man use and fuck my tiny little pussy hole if I want. I should be able to let him stretch my hole so much it hurts to fit his big daddy cock. And god it’s the only thing I want. I want it so bad, more than any of the guys at my school Read more »

There she was, frail little bowed legs. The shy kind of girl that wears leggings under her skirt. Extra padding to hide her juicy lower mandibles.

After we started dating and I got to know her more, I found out she was into abusive talk.

So as I’m dicking her down, slapping her face and spitting into her mouth, I start talking down to her.

*No one will ever love you. You’re like a stray animal in the streets covered in disease.*

I can feel her clenching, getting tighter.

*Look at you, filth. You don’t deserve the air that you breathe!*

As I cover her mouth and nose, her eyes open up, a brief glimpse of fear.

When I let go, I see her lungs suck in that air. Color starts returning to her face. She is dripping.

Scent fills the room, what’s this? A snack. A little tootsie roll involuntarily slid out. She’s embarrassed, cheeks blushing. A gift from the heavens. I eat it, I recognize this taste, ma girl been downing hummus lately, garlic hummus.