Category: eroticliterature

Daddy and Little One

This was originally posted on an alt account that I can no longer access. Reposting with this account to keep the series together.

I could tell that Daddy had had enough. My brattiness had been off the charts, mainly due to frustration that Daddy had been away for a week. He’d only been back a day and had already retreated to his office. I worried I’d overdone it, until I received a text message summoning me.

I knocked on the closed office door, waiting for him to permit me entry.

I waited.

And waited.

Ten minutes must have passed, but I knew better than to knock again.

‘Come in, Little One.’ He finally called from inside.

Entering the room, I close the door behind me and lean back against it.

‘Hello Daddy.’ I say with a smile.

‘You know why we’re in here, don’t you Little One?’ He asks.

‘I think so Daddy. You’re here because you’re sick of me being a brat. I’m here because you missed me?’

He chuckles lightly. ‘Nearly Little One. One of those things is most certainly true. I missed you desperately while I was away. As soon as I return, your behaviour makes me realise exactly why.’ Read more »

HotWife Talks About Her Night Out

Normally I waited up for my wife whenever she went out but I was really tired tonight and so got into bed early. Also, we had, had a fight before she left and so I wasn’t really in the mood for a drunken ‘round 2’.

I was drifting off to sleep when I heard a car pull up outside. I listened as the car door opened to reveal sounds of giggling. It was my wife returning later than I had expected. I was too tired to make an issue of it and so decided to pretend to be asleep.

I heard her stumble into the house and eventually make her way upstairs. She came into the bedroom and slipped herself under the covers beside me. I had my back to her and so gave a momentary shiver as I felt the chill of her cold naked body against mine. She wrapped her arm around me, at which point I turned to face her, met by the slightly sickly smell of stale alcohol. She smiled.

‘Hey baby, you didn’t wait up’ she said.

‘Sorry’, I said. Read more »

[MF] Serving you under the table at my blowjob bar [Cum play] [Humil] [Prostitution]

I serve.

I serve here, under this table where you sit. Can I serve you too? Can I kneel here, at your feet? Silent. Obedient. Waiting?

I wait for your sign, your permission to begin. The sign can be so many things. It can be the tap on the head. It can be lowering of the zipper or the hike of the skirt. It can even be the slight spread of the legs. But I always know when it is time to serve. I always wonder how they decide when they are ready for service. How did you?

You. You sat there, with a cold beer, and pretended not to know I could serve you. So I knelt at your feet, here under the table and waited. And in time you too were ready to be served.

You spread your legs and crooked a finger at me, already more direction than I really needed. After all, my purpose is to serve.

I ran one hand up your leg, over your dirty jeans, and rested the other on your thigh. I placed one hand on the half-hard lump at your groin and felt it stirring under my touch. Read more »

A detailed blowjob [M/F]

He wore a dress shirt and slacks, and she wore a flowery romper. Her cleavage was on full display, and her hair was already tousled from making out in the elevator up. She had grabbed his bulge at one point, and knew he was already half-hard.

When they entered his apartment, his mouth was on hers again before the door closed, and her feet barely brushed the floor as he moved the two of them to the couch. His hands felt strong on her waist, and his cologne was intoxicating. The slight whisker burn she had on her cheeks made her blush, and she knew her lipstick was probably already smeared.

Sitting down on the couch, he pulled her on top of himself, taking her neck gently in his hands and kissing her jaw line, then behind her ear. She straddled him, grinding against his bulge. He pulled at her waist, pressing her down, kissing her again, their tongues meeting and exploring each other. She could feeling him getting hard against her mound, and bucked her hips, rubbing her clit against his dick. Read more »

Anticipation: The Bar [MF, Vanilla]

*Oh gods, he’s perfect.* Dressed in an impeccably tailored, dark gray suit, he walked with one hand in his pants pocket, the other swaying idly by his side. He scanned the lobby and hotel bar as he walked, not showing a hit of anything other than pure confidence. How did he always seem so relaxed and controlled at the same time?

I noticed his silky, emerald tie the same moment he noticed my twisted body sat on the wingback stool. He didn’t look away, he didn’t nod his head. He just walked up to the bar and placed his hand on the small of my back, looking at the bottles on the wall and ignoring my clearly enamored eyes.

He motioned towards a different barkeep than the one who had been poorly keeping me company. And they walked over quickly, while polishing what looked like a hand blown martini glass.

“Japanese Single Malt, if you have any, two fingers.” The barkeep responded with a few choices. He didn’t hem or haw or ask for suggestions. He simply named the label and continued with his order. Read more »

Bad Boy: Part 3

A week was all he lasted, until he found himself being punished again. He’d wandered into the kitchen to find Sarah cooking, and dancing along to a song as she did. She ignored him as he grabbed a snack and lingered, eating it. He tried to keep his eyes off of her but he just couldn’t help it. Before he could look away, she turned around and caught him staring at her ass.

The consequences were immediate.

She called Olivia and they took him upstairs and into the master bedroom. Stripped him. Tied him down to the bed again.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” Olivia asked him, arms folded.

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“I was looking at Sarah inappropriately.”

“Just her?” She asked, an eyebrow raised,

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

“That isn’t right, because I saw you eyeing up my boobs this morning. You thought we’d let you get away with it?”

She sighed, turned to Sarah, her arms folded. “We have to teach this little pervert a real lesson.” Read more »

The bar [MF]

A couple of years ago I went out drinking with some friends. It was nice summer day, so it was kinda hot. This really affected they way all the girls dressed, they were almost all wearing summer dresses. There is nothing that beats a girl in a summer dress.

Me and my friends went to our favorite bar, and ordered our drinks. We stood pretty close to the bar, so we were able to order new drinks as fast as possible. We’re making fun of each other and having a good time. Then my friends coworker and her friends came up to us, she came to say hello to him. This led to our two groups mingling.

I started talking to Lisa, she was a small girl with dark blond curly hair and she had this red little summer dress. We started talking about what a great summer it had been so far, the normal small talk. While we were talking the drinks kept flowing, my friends ordered some tequila shots. I suggested that Lisa kicked the salt from my hand, and I the salt from hers. We would also feed each other the lime. So I put a little salt on my hand, and she gave me a sensual lick while keeping her eyes locked into mine. I wasn’t as gracious trying to lick the salt. We both took the shot, I fed her the lime and she fed me. Read more »

Monkey Love

As the door opened to his cell, Bingo scurried towards the barrel in the corner and lept in, pulling the lid tight overhead. Peering through thumb-sized holes between slats, his primate eyes strained to see. 

Bingo was but a simple chimpanzee, carried on this pleasure cruise as a gift for Emperor Zingwad of Persia, the destination for Captain Bart’s ship which had sailed from Greece three days ago. Bingo’s poorly evolved brain had no appreciation for the decadence this ship offered, and no knowledge of the political aspirations of Captain Bart, with his twin goals of impressing passengers with such luxury, while cozying up to Emperor Zingwad with exotic gifts from foreign lands. No, in this moment, Bingo hungered for coconuts while fearing his trainer had returned to beat him with a stick.

His forest ears noticed that the footsteps entering his room were lighter than his trainer’s. Dull thoughts slugged across his mind, fearing predator but hoping for friend. 

“Is anyone here?” a voice squeaked out. While Bingo obviously did not understand these all-too-human words, he knew it to be a female primate, putting him at ease. She stepped forward, out of shadows and into the weak sunlight of a porthole. Pale, silk-wrapped legs beneath a slim, bodiced frame, and giant mammalian breasts spilling out, distracting from her soft, sagging face.  Read more »

Erotic literature

Does anyone like to listen to erotic literature read by someone that they just have a thing for their voice? I have a guy that always pays extra for me to not put any soul into my reading. That’s his exact thing and words. But I thought the point was to feel the emotion?

My slut wife’s 2nd birthday celebrations after the wedding(MF)

So, some folks here asked me the story behind one of the pic of me dominating my oiled up slut by putting my feet on her face and she enjoying the vibrator.

It was cold winter of north India and my wife was excited about her birthday gift. As she knows they are mostly wild and exciting. This time I decided to give her a long sensual body to body oil massage as gift. And she really loves massage, so she was excited.

I lit the room in low intimate lighting with scented candles and set the bed with proper massage covers. Just for background, we have a single bed mattress for this specific need and massage covers for same. This was set on our bedroom floor. Since it was winter, I turned on heater to set the right temperature of the room and out came the specially ordered massage oils. Read more »