Category: eroticliterature

From curious to Creampie Eating.

I wrote a longer version of this, but I wanna condense it into something dirtier and fun, so here goes.

When my ex and I broke up, we still had feelings for each other. She moved on and I isolated myself. After some time passed we started texting again, and it wasn’t long before I was dying to know how her sex life was. I quickly found out, her new stud wasn’t living up to her expectations.

I got all the dirty details I wanted and then some I didn’t. His cock was smaller, he didn’t last very long, he wasn’t kinky enough to use toys or make her squirt, the list goes on. I loved hearing all of his faults. But it wasn’t all bad, she told me about his good talents too. This guy loved to eat her pussy and apparently he was outstanding at it. After hearing all about how this guy would lay down between her legs and plant his face in her pussy, sucking her clit, lapping her juices up nice and slow, scraping his tongue gently across her clit, making her gush and cum across his face over and over, something finally happened and it wasn’t curiosity anymore it was jealousy. Read more »

Fantasy Fullfilled Part 2 M/F

Par 1 is here. https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qurk0y/fantasy_fullfilled_part_1_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

You keep my wrists easily pinned with one hand as your other starts to explore my breasts. My nipples are already hard as you take one in between your finger to gently squeeze. I plead for you to squeeze them even harder. I crave that exquisite torment on the line between pleasure and pain.

You at last release my arms and slowly run you hands up the outside of my thighs, pulling my dress up over my head. I stand before you in nothing but my lacy bra and very sexy heels. Your eyes take all of me in as I reach out to start unbuttoning your shirt. How many times I’ve imagined seeing your body, running my hands all over your skin. Tasting every inch of you. My hands are shaking with nerves, but I finally undo the last button and remove your shirt I reach for you and finally get touch your body as I rub my hands up and down your chest. Read more »

Sharing [M]y ex[F] with [M]y best friend.

This all happened three years ago with my now ex girlfriend (Ally) and my best friend (Tye). Ally and I had been together all through college where we had first met during our freshman year. Tye went to the same college as us, and him and I have been best friends since high school.

All three of us were very close, so it was tough when we parted ways shortly after graduation. We used to see each other every day and now we were lucky to see each other twice a year. Ally and I had gotten pretty serious and had moved in together about 10 hours away from where Tye was now living.

Tye and I are a lot a like, we even look alike and often get mistaken for brothers. Tye was always a romantic and often came on too strong with his feelings.. He never had trouble getting girls, but getting them to stick around after professing his “undying love” way too early was another matter. Classic Ted Mosby and classic Tye lol. Read more »

Sex Therapy

My heart beats faster, I don’t want to talk about it, but I have to talk about it. Facing the injustice, the unfairness, the burden that is on my shoulders is absolutely overbearing. The mechanical grinding in my head, the pulsations its too nerve wrecking, the anxiety is real.

I turn the doorknob and walk in. I look down at the receptionist and mumble, “Hi I have an appointment with Erin.”

The receptionist looks up with a bubbly smile, “What was your name?”

“It was Andrew.”

She exclaims, “Oh Andrew, welcome, I’ll sign you in. You can take a seat on the chair over there and help yourself to any coffee if you’d like.”

“I am ok with the coffee, but thank you,” I reply as I go to sit down.

I look around to get my bearings. Apart of me wants to stay invisible here, and so I sit in a way that people can’t see me if they look in the door. Yet at the same time I am actually a little excited to see her too, she was very sweet on the phone last time, and was so supportive of me. Dealing with these issues is so hard on me and she listened, she talked a little too much, but she listened and let me get it out. All my secrets, all my anxieties, she actually listened to me. The true me, the one without any secrets. To be truly heard is a blessing, that happens much too rarely, which I never take for granted. Read more »

24 [M4F] #Netherlands Anal Training & Prostate Milking

 

#Why anal training?
*“Anal training serves several purposes which are not only essential for your success, his emotional well-being but his health as well. Anal Training can also be referred to as prostate milking although in our case will be called anal training because is more than just prostate milking. Anal training is a necessity if your male is locked up for a week or more otherwise his prostate can get clogged up and his chances of getting prostate cancer increase. Milking not only causes a release of semen clearing out the prostrate but, will provide him with none of the satisfaction of a regular male orgasm. A male is usually even more frustrated after a milking than before because he has been stimulated similar to an orgasm but not allowed to have it. However, over time he will relax and the feeling of frustration will disappear. Milking also helps to prevent nocturnal or spontaneous orgasms which can happen if he is locked up long enough without being milked or allowed to cum. You can look at prostate milking through anal penetration or prostate stimulation as a necessary procedure. When you penetrate your hubby, you must not release him from his device or he may be tempted to stimulate his penis and all of your hard work up to that time will be ruined.* Read more »

Call Me Yours

Need. It electrifies my skin, pulses through my veins, rattles the very marrow of my bones.

Please.

I want your arms around me, your cock inside me, pounding away any doubts, worries, fears. You know your cock is a cure for all my ills.

I want to distract you, pull you away from your thoughts because my warm, wet, mouth is around you, trying to suck your soul – your spirit – from your cock.

I want my arms around you, and yours around me. To be secure in your embrace. To be kissed, cuddled, teased. Especially teased – your hands, mouth, cock – it’s all special to me.

Everything about you makes me need to sit down and catch my breath. I don’t want to have to learn how to breathe again without you.

Please. I’m begging you.

Just hold me. Keep me safe in your arms. Fuck me til I’m screaming your name and you’re all I can think of. Spank me, gag me, tie me up.

I’m your slut, your toy, your angel.

Call me yours. Please honey. I need to hear it all the time… But especially today.

A Dream Worth Having (m/f)

A dusting of snow blows across the concrete of the airport arrivals terminal, a dervish of crystalline white spiraling up into towering form, then collapsing into component motes. I pace back and forth between my pile of luggage and the taxi stand, realizing how nervous I am. Hardly an absurd thing to be feeling, given the circumstances, but definitely out of character. It’s been years since we’ve seen each other in person. Years since I’ve run my fingers down the gentle curve of her neck. Years since I’ve felt her lips against mine. I shiver despite my heavy new winter coat. Nerves.

When things ended the first time, I figured that was it. I had a choice to make, and I chose. With a single agonizing decision, I parted our lives. Even knowing what I do now, I still believe I did the right thing. But that’s not to say it’s been easy or there haven’t been regrets. Hardly. I longed for her, in ways I had previously thought to be the realm of trite fiction and breakup songs. Still, as it can almost always be counted on to do, life went on. She lived hers and I lived mine. I tried to force myself to forget, to focus on what was in front of me. It didn’t work. Read more »

Sonja’s first bull

“I’m not sure,” Sonja said as she stood over Matt’s shoulder as the cursor hovered over Post on Reddit.
“About the picture? You look incredible. I love when you have one strap off your shoulder like that,” he replied.
“No, it’s not the picture. I love the picture. I love the other pictures too. And I’ve wanted to show off for a long time. I’m just not sure anyone cares. I mean, look at all the other women on reddit. They do crazy shit. They post videos of facials, creampies, everything. This is just a picture of my boobs.”
“But you have incredible boobs. I’m one hundred percent certain that you’re going to get a ton of karma.”
“Okay, I guess we’ll see.”
It was only a few minutes before the upvotes starting coming in, slowly at first. Then it made it to the top of r/boobs and all of the sudden it had hundreds of upvotes. Comments ranged from “thank you” and “Beautiful!” to “perfect you look hot” and “ALL TITS ARE GOOD TITS. YOURS ARE TOP NOTCH THOUGH.”
Sonja laughed away some of the cruder ones but there was no doubt she was getting turned on by the more flattering ones. Matt’s cock got hard as he read the comments. He knew it would be a turn on to see how other men responded to her.
“Okay, I think the first test showed it worked. Are you ready for the next one?”
“I don’t want to lead these guys on.”
“Don’t worry about them, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You could stop it at texting, you could stop it at pictures. You could stop it at drinks, you could even stop it as you’re getting fucked. Just because you’re trying to explore your submissive side doesn’t mean you’re not in control.”
“Okay. But use the other picture for this one.”
Matt drafted the post for r/hotwife. There was Sonja, wearing a white tanktop, nipples hard underneath, a smile on her face. The caption read “New hotwife in Portland looking for a friend (or two) (or three)”. Matt didn’t expect her to play with more than one guy but he thought it’d get people’s attention. She liked the strategy.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
The response to this one was even quicker and bigger than the one with nudity. “She looks great.” “Do you plan to have hubby there when you do it?” “Fuck, I wish I lived in Portland.” “This is so hot, I imagine my wife becoming a hotwife all the time.” “I wish I was one of the lucky guys to enjoy this sexy hotwife!”
Among the dozens, then hundreds, of comments, one stood out. “Hey gorgeous, I think I might be able to help out. DM me if you’re interested.”
“Can we?” Sonja asked as she read it.
“DM him?”
“Yeah”
“Of course, that’s why we did this!”
Sonja tapped Matt on the shoulder to let him know she wanted to respond. She sat and started typing the DM. “Hey there, I am definitely interested. Do you have snap?”
“Hfc83, hit me up.”
She opened her phone –
“hey hey”
“Hey you” Read more »

Jumping His Bones [MF]

Here’s a twisted little tale fr a quic read.

>I slip that hard, dead cock into my wet, waiting pussy and ride it. It hurts a bit at first, but it soon becomes comfortable. After a couple of minutes, I have an earth-shattering orgasm of the kind nobody live has ever given me — man or woman. I fall forward, with the cock still inside me, and I feel it orgasm, filling me with cum. It happens sometimes. Even a dead guy can shoot a wad

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Home from the nightclub – Day 2 [M/F] [inc]

*Hi, everyone! Day 1 [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qpo9qg/home_from_the_nightclub_mf_inc/) for those interested.*

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Another Saturday night home studying. Sure, Min-ho thought, could have taken some time for himself to relax, but if he had thought *high school* had been bad for ignored homework assignments piling up, two years at university had taught him that he’d had it easy before. If he spent even a day on his phone instead of in front of a screen, he paid for it the next day. So…study.

Speaking of…he looked at his phone, and saw that it was nearly one in the morning. Back at his assignment and decided he really wasn’t making much headway on it. Truth be told, he really hadn’t gotten much done since he started after dinner; for all that he’d written he may as well not have even started. Maybe it was time to wrap it up for the evening and start over in the morning.

With a firm resolve to master inorganic chemistry by day’s end tomorrow, he closed his laptop and went downstairs to the room off the stairs where they kept their TV. He turned it on, and started up the first episode in the first series in the list. He was more interested in emptying his mind than he was in whatever came on first. Read more »