Category: eroticliterature

finally alone… [F]

It’s been a while since I’ve been alone at home. I had to work in the office last week and we had visitors all weekend. But today, I’m back working from home, with no one else around which means I’ve been edging myself all morning. My pussy is wet and my clit is swollen. The slightest touch is enough to make me quiver. I’ve slowly increased the size of my butt plug throughout the last few hours. I’m finally ready to make myself cum.

Naked, I bend over my bed with my ass towards the full size mirror and slowly pull my butt plug out. It’s not small but not the biggest thing I’ve had in my ass. I need to be filled. I pull out a chubby, thick dildo and lube up the head. I climb onto the bed and position myself above, then slide my ass down, gasping at its girth. Oh yes, stretch my little asshole. It’s not very long but it’s thickness makes it one of my favorites for ass play. I slowly ride up and down as my pussy drips. Read more »

The forbidden placce [m/f]

Staring deeply at her, the question keeps coming back to me, “can I really do this one thing that you are asking?” After a few more moments, “are you sure that you want to do this?” “Well yeah”, instantly replying “if you want to” saying it all coy like. Looking down at the time, “we got 20 mins before everyone arrives and I will do it if you want it.” Both car doors open simultaneously as we go inside.

My heart is beating faster as we go in and immediately heading to the back putting everything away. I no longer hesitate and head to the bathroom, hopefully hearing her behind me and hoping she doesn’t follow. She is on my heels as I open the door to the men’s room and here I plan to follow through on the biggest dare of my life. Phones placed in the broken sink and my animal instinct takes over. Read more »

Strip poker [F+][Voy]

I was overwhelmingly horny [as Erica put her tongue inside my soaking pussy](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qaupza/the_gymnastics_rings_ffdom/), and I remotely controlled the vibrator she had shoved up between her legs. Both our asses were filled with but plugs, which made our pussies even more sensitive. I really needed to orgasm, and I could feel that it was right around the corner.
Suddenly our extatic bliss got abruptedly aborted as we heard a familier voice coming from the stairs.

*Just wait one sec, I’ll check that its not occupied by my sister!*

We both froze. I could see the panic in Ericas eyes as my sister ran down the stairs to the basement. *Fuck! What do we do, what do we do?* she whispered.
There wasn’t much we could do, I was still handcuffed and stuck in the rings. Both of us were pantieless and plugged.
In that moment we knew we were going to get caught red handed.

I don’t think I’ve ever told you my sister name. Well, it’s Anna, just like the princess from Frozen.

Anna gasped as she saw us. With surprise in her voice she started whispering: Read more »

Beginning of a erotica trilogy? Tell me if you’re interested.

She gazes into my eyes as she slips a finger between my thighs and up to my throbbing pussy. She began stroking between my clit slowly and teasingly. My lips gap open slightly as I try to resist the building tension beneath me. She kept stroking in a slow pace, but suddenly her fingers stopped. I snapped out of the intoxicating aura and look at her dejectedly.

“Why did you stop?” I said in exasperation. She smirks at my annoyance waiting for me to beg for more. But I couldn’t allow it to happen because it meant I would be her sex slave with no say. My whole autonomy could be lock away for a week if I give in to her little games. She loved power. It is what she wish she had over her husband. She got entangle by a marriage by a man she never loved. However, the bills were getting paid and the dick satisfied her enough for wanting more…

“I want you, but I want you my way” I said as I looked at Vanessa’s piercing dark brown eyes. I couldn’t let her win. I wanted her to beg for me instead. I knew I can fuck her better than her husband who is away on a business trip for two weeks. Read more »

Beneath the Bleachers [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom] [Oral] [PIV] [XL story]

It’s a teenage cliche – making out under the bleachers during a football game. Almost considered a rite of passage in most parts of the Western Hemisphere. Unfortunately, neither of us were cool or popular enough to have experienced it ourselves back in the day. As we wandered the local track circuit of your former high school (nearly 20 years after our respective graduations), you lamented about missing out on that particular magic moment. You were a band geek, and girls just didn’t pull guys from the woodwind section underneath the bleachers.

The mental image of a flag bearer sneering at your flute has me rolling, but in all honesty I can’t relate. I attended a French Catholic academy so strict that students were separated by gender during assembly even though it was the early 2000’s. I shudder, remembering how many times I heard “leave room for Jesus” during school dances. No bleacher make outs for me. Not that the austere school environment did me any good; I grew up to be a deviant just the same. We wrap up our walk in comfortable silence, but the seed of an idea has been planted. Read more »

Adventures (FF)

I missed the boat on the first wave of the dating app trend. And even after I bit the bullet and downloaded one for the first time, I still had a hard time getting on board with the whole idea of swimming through a sea of unknown faces to decide which one I might like to meet and ultimately, what, maybe even have sex with? Weird. But eventually, thanks to some good-natured nagging from my friends, I came around and I took the plunge. Met a few of the faces, went on a few dates, even had a nice little fling blossom from one of those encounters. And I’ve gotta admit, the overall experience was surprisingly enjoyable.
So, it’s been a couple years now since my first foray into blind internet dating, and I’ll admit that I do still dip my toes in the pool now and then. Especially whenever I leave town; I find that get really curious about what the foreign waters might look and feel like. Even though I rarely make time to meet up any local candidates, I’ll load up the old profile upon arriving in a new city. There’s just something about the thrill of being on an adventure, of going to new places, that lowers my inhibitions and encourages me to explore new fantasies with the notion of beautiful strangers. This time in particular though, I hadn’t even left the airport before I started my virtual journey. Read more »

Daddy’s College Slut Pt. 4: The Halloween Special [M/f, D/s, Stepfather, Hold the Moan, Stripping]

[Read Part 1 here.](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p1qq8f/daddys_college_slut_mf_ds_spanking/)

[Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p38i8u/daddys_college_slut_pt_2_mf_ds_stepfather/)

[Part 3](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p63zh1/daddys_college_slut_pt_3_mf_ds_stepfather/)

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Ray and Olivia had spent the last weeks of summer in a kind of secret, carnal bliss. Olivia’s mother–and Ray’s wife–was none the wiser. She carried on business as usual, enjoying the family dinners and outings, not realizing that sometimes Olivia sat at the table with Ray’s cum still sticking between her thighs. Or, that when they went off at the beach for a swim, Olivia was sucking him off in a nearby cove. It was a lustful few weeks, but it had to come to a close. Olivia returned to college, beginning her sophomore year much more practiced in the sexual arts.

She made her first visit home in late October. While she intended to enjoy the actual holiday on campus, she also wanted to go through the classics which were only available in her small hometown–the corn mazes, apple orchards, and haunted hayrides. So, she returned one long weekend. The tension was obvious from the start, but there was always that oddness after a cooling off period. The wonder regarding who would make the first move again. Read more »

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (Chapter 2.3 – From Roommate to Voyeur) [F/M] [voyeur] [voyeurism] [Storyline A]

Saturday afternoon (July 20th, 2019)

“OHHH you sucked-” They dart their eyes behind me. If they’re trying to be coy, it’s not working.

“Yep.”

Jordan jolts up from the couch, scanning the blanket and the back of their jeans. “I wasn’t sitting on cum, was I?” I’ve only just noticed a large brown paper bag next to their feet.

Nikhail pipes up, “No, we were kinda in the middle of it when you got here.”

“I. Am. SO sorry. I’ll let y’all get back to it then. Let me just put this stuff in the fridge. They let us take some sandwiches and-” They pull out a carton of oat milk. “the good stuff!” They slip it back in and make for the kitchen.

“Okay, yes. Love that we have oat milk.” I might’ve sounded sarcastic, but I genuinely do appreciate it. Jordan and I have both lamented: Why couldn’t the 25% white in our genes have given us lactose tolerance? “But you’re just gonna wait while we-?”

“Yeah, why not? I’ll wear my headphones, put on a podcast or something,” Jordans says as they keep walking

I turn to Nikhail. “Are you okay with it?” Read more »

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (Chapter 2.2 – The First Date) [TF/F] [wlw] [1990s] [Storyline B]

Friday (October 22nd, 1999)

I wake from what feels like the best sleep in the world. As the room comes into focus, I remember the string of kisses Celia and I had shared in the nude before we surrendered to our exhaustion. And then it hits me: the unfinished files that Dan wants done by the end of today. 

I roll over and expect to see Celia. I run my hand over where she was laying- it’s still warm. Then I hear a faint metallic scraping. She must be in the kitchen. Should I get dressed in full now? Better my chances of actually completing the task? Or do I continue to take my sweet time like I’d envisioned last night? That’s right- fuck Dan, that fucking asshole.

The only things I grab from my pile of clothes are my panties and button-down; I’ll save tucking for later. In the kitchen Celia, wearing what’s either an oversized pajama shirt or a pajama dress, has her back turned and has her hand over the stovetop. Next to her is a large bowl with a whisk sticking out of it.  Read more »

Open weekend part one

It’s Thursday evening the kids dad calls, he’s home and wants the kids. You tell him he can pick them up from school on Friday and we can meet him on Sunday to pick them up. He agrees so y’all hang up, you text me that we will be kid free Friday- Sunday. I pick up the phone search for the number to the lodge in Matagorda. Once I have found it I call and make reservations for Friday night and Saturday night. The only room available is on the top floor next to the patio on the parking lot side. I then call my boss and tell him I need tomorrow off. I get off work and call you (like always) and we talk until I get home. Read more »