Category: eroticliterature

Proving Her Worth Part 2: Friday [boss/employee]

The bosses door had been closed all day. She was getting increasingly nervous as everyone began preparing to leave. He’d been cordial, but no more than to everyone else, and acted like nothing had happened. And she couldn’t tell if it was because they were at work, or because he genuinely didn’t care. Didn’t know if her impulsive actions had put him off.

When he stuck his head around the door and looked at her, something eased in her chest.

“Could you stay behind a sec?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, sir.”

He gestured her into his office. She stood there as he gathered his things. As soon as the last person has left, she was pressed against the door, his lips against hers and his hands in her hair. They kiss deeply, lingeringly, until they eventually had to come up for air.

He pulled away. “So, I’m free now… If you still want that date?” He grinned.

Half an hour later, they entered a quiet bar. He paid for her drink, despite her protests, and they found an empty corner, partly out of sight of the other patrons. Read more »

Menage a trois – Part 2 [M/F/F]

I look down at Jenny, her innocent face now full of sex appeal. My dick jumps at the thought. I stand up, grabbing her tiny frame and throwing it over my shoulder, her squealing at first and then giggling like a child as I reach down to offer my hand to Abby. She takes it gracefully and I motion with my head towards the stairs “You first, I want to watch that ass of yours”. She grins, and slowly slides her hands to her hips, wiggles her short denim shorts off, and comes close and whispers in my ear “if you’re going to admire, I better give you something to look at then”. She reaches up for a kiss and I pull her tightly against me, my free left hand sliding down her back, gripping one of her ass cheeks hard, before slapping it, smiling as she yelps mid kiss. She turns and seductively walks towards the stairs, hips swaying, curves tormenting, as I follow her, grabbing the bottle of vodka on my way, dick swinging as we make our way up the stairs. Read more »

princess diary

It’s the night i’ve been dreading since… well… it feels like forever, but it’s only been a year since my dad decided to have me married off to a local king twice my age. Me, the 18 year old Lina of Essex, will be married off to some low life, low-endued, jerk from the northern country. Apparently it was a favor my daddy owed him for a campaign years past. Or… something along those lines. What would I know, as my father doesn’t allow me into the business of statecraft or history keeping.

However, it is not of misfortune that I consult you, my diary. But of fortune and luck! Today was my last night as an unmarried lady. But by last night as a virgin flower waiting to be picked, will not happen tonight. It happened last night, as today a man of service did what he felt his heart wanted to me. I’m shivering, and having a hard time holding the pen as I write this. I could not be more happy. My new man will not have the satisfaction of taking me physically. My knight saw to that Read more »

Walking Home [M/F] [NonCon]

It had been raining all day. The pavement was still wet, traffic lights reflecting in watery primary colors. The night sky was clouded, a uniform dark gray above the polluting orange glow of the city. It was just starting to get cold.

She zipped up her jacket, silently congratulating herself for leaving the bar alone. She wasn’t trying to meet anybody. Not really. It was just another weeknight out. Someplace to be after work that wasn’t home. Familiar voices and old arguments and cheap, shitty beer. 

She first noticed him when he walked in, hours earlier. He was tall, wearing a long coat, collar turned up against what was then a steady rainfall. A hand running through wet, dirty blonde hair. A nod to Carol behind the bar. A lingering glance in her direction as he strode towards the back of the narrow room. The faintest whiff of some expensive cologne, burnt citrus and something woodsy. Her heartbeat quickened.

“Who’s that?” she whispered, as he settled himself at the far end of the bar. 

“Dunno his name. Comes in every once in a while. Keeps to himself,” replied Carol before sauntering towards the newcomer for a drink order. Read more »

Mr. Key’s closset

It’s 1 pm, and school has just started. The only thoughts on your mind are driving you insane. That demn test you did last week. Mr Key is known for being really harsh on his grades, and he will find any reason to flunk you. You look up at him. Strange, he’s looking right at you, with an impatient steer. Does he always do that when you’re not looking?

People are getting called up. You see many relived faces, some indifferent. A dude covered his face and ran out the room upon seeing his grade. Honestly, you’re surprised he’s the only one, to be honest. Your friends all get out, looking very happy with their scores. You happened to hear one of them say “A-“. Your friends aren’t normally that bright. There are 5 people left now. Then 4, 3, 2… then it’s just you and him. He shuffles his papers and calls you forward. “Holly, your test score is here”. He looks dead into your eyes the whole time. You feel it like a hawk stalking it’s pray. You hold up the paper to your chest.

F Read more »

I’m Your Biggest Fan (Part 3)

This is part 3 of my story. Please check out the first two parts in previous posts or in the full story link at the bottom.

“I never knew I had so many fans.” Said Lexy to herself and she smiled and rolled her eyes. Her head was swimming. She felt confused and not quite sure how to process any of this. The one thing she knew for sure was that she was NOT ready to head back out to the convention floor or to be surrounded by so many people just yet. She looked up to see the balcony of the mezzanine. In other years she could recall that being the way into the convention itself but it looked deserted now and that, with some air, was exactly what she needed. Read more »

Mama’s Special Recipe [MF] [trigger warning] [erotic thriller]

One hand played, rolling his balls through my fingers. He gasped at the little squeeze of my fingers before I dipped one finger up towards his ass. I loved the jolt that rippled through him at the contact. – u/HCHolmesWrites

[https://redemptionmagazine.com/mamas-special-recipe-f4baa4b4e278](https://redemptionmagazine.com/mamas-special-recipe-f4baa4b4e278)

Authority exchange [satire, exhib]

From:
Office of the Director,
Transportation Security Administration,
Department of Homeland Security.

Subject: Distressed agents.

Ma’am,

Let me forego niceties and be blunt. Please, stop traveling through airports with objects inserted in your rectum to get pulled aside for mandated cavity searches to feed your paraphilia.

I have received multiple reports through the chain of command. Agents across the country were left distressed after encounters with a passenger who became “deliriously excited” when the metal detector pinged. The woman reportedly wasted no time leading the way to the inspection room, disrobing, bending over and spreading her buttocks in an open invitation.

I am told you claimed to be conducting “freedom of navigation operations” when requested to relent. Ma’am, this is not the South China Sea. Navigating with a vibrating toy that has to be extracted from your anus does not help protect the right to travel for citizens through our airport.

I hope a request directly from the head of the department will convey the weight of our concern. Again, ma’am, please.

Signed,

Afternoon [F]un at the [M]all

I lock the door to my car as I walk through the parking lot into the mall, eager to get out of the summer heat. My sandals flapping lazily as I stroll into the mall, matching my pace to the automatic doors. I take a look around as I march on towards my destination, surprised that the halls are more vacant than usual but then again it is still rather early.

I check my cell phone as I step onto the escalator, texting as the stairs beginning their slow climb. I never noticed you a couple of steps ahead of me in your skirt and tank top, carrying your purse in one arm, just two steps above me. I pocket my cell phone and you catch my attention with a gasp. You falter slightly, your free hand reaching out to steady yourself on the railing, as you let out a breathy gasp. I watch you curiously, wondering if you are in pain before I catch the faint, sweet, smell that causes my blood to rush. I look down, trying to imagine what is under your skirt as we near the top. The perfume of your wet pussy teasing my nose, making me wonder what you have hidden between your legs. Read more »