Hi there everyone! I’m new to reddit and I’m looking to this platform to gather ideas and meet new people. I have a bunch of short stories I’m currently editing that I’d love to share parts of with this group! Before I do, I’m curious what is everyone’s favorite vampire story (erotic or otherwise)? Comment away!
Category: eroticstories
one night in paris.
The rain was hammering down on the windows, it was grey and miserable in Paris, Luis had been there for less than 24 hours but was already excited about what was going to happen over the next few days. The weather was forecast to be brighter tomorrow, which pleased Luis, the balcony off his hotel room was crying out to be used. Luis got into bed alone for the last time, Adrienne would be there tomorrow and he could wait no longer, thinking about the pictures and conversation they had shared over the last few months, his cock wanted to explode but he knew if he could wait, Adrienne would be begging for his cum in her mouth in the morning.
Luis woke up to the sun beaming in from the east, it was 9am, he was straight in the shower, by the time he was out there was a knock at the door. With a towel wrapped around his waist, his toned body gleaming with water, he answered the door. There stood Adrienne, red knee high boots, a black jacket that covered the rest of her body and some sunglasses on, a suitcase following behind her, she walked straight in and placed her suitcase by the bed. Before Adrienne had chance to do anything, Luis was behind her, his hand round her waist undoing the jacket whilst his other ran through the back of Adriennes hair, she could feel his breath on the side of her neck and it sent a chill down her spine.
New adventure after 10 years of marriage.
After 10 years of marriage most couples go through some occasional stale patches in the bedroom. Sara and I usually got through these stale patches with various games, toys, role play, some bondage and Sara loved be to dominated and made to do filthy things. We had agreed a safeword which without fail we always stopped all games whenever it was said. We also talked about our fantasies, which always got us hot while we were making love; of course threesomes came up from time to time and although Sara got really turned on at the thought of this she said she could never go through with it with either woman or man. But the fantasies were always fun, very dirty and eventually fantasies became reality.
On a trip to London we arranged to meet up with an old university friend who we hadn’t seen for years. Sara had met Craig on a number of occasions and they had always got on; as always she flirted with him which she did with most men we met. The flirting was a new thing for us, flirting with other people when we out and then talk about what we could do in a threesome with them. Even getting to the exhibitionist stage, where I would pull Sara’s usually short skirts up in bars and clubs so other men could see how sexy she was and how lucky I was. Sara being slim, brunette and nice firm tits it was easy to get men to drool over her.
a night alone
Sadie was home alone. A first in a long time. Sadie and her husband Jim were both working from home as of late and all that time together had made their sex life stale.
Jim had gone off with some friends for the night eating hot wings, drinking too much beer and being far to loud for his own good. Sadie was almost giddy with the thought of a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and only herself for company. She turned on some Lana Del Rey and set it to play throughout the house, including the master bathroom. With a bottle of wine and a glass in hand Sadie headed upstairs towards the master suite to get ready for her bath.
As Sadie walked down the hallway she could feel the familiar and delicious sensation of a deepening arousal. Once in the bedroom Sadie set down the glass and filled it with a rich, aromatic red wine. While drinking deeply from the wine Sadie took notice of herself in the mirror. She stood admiring her soft features in the mirror before snatching her lipstick off the dresser and applying a luscious coat of red on her full lips. As she stared at herself in the mirror she started to slowly pull her knit sweater up and over her head. As she threw the sweater on the floor, she kicked off her black pumps, one by one. She lifted the wine glass to her lips again as she unzipped her pencil skirt and let if fall to the floor in a pool around her bare feet.
Apprenticing as a Tantrika: First Day on the Job
If I could have any job I wanted, I would be a Tantrika. I believe that sexual healing is the most powerful form of therapy possible, and I think just about everyone needs it.
I started down this road a few years ago. I found myself a beautiful and generous mentor by searching online for local tantrikas and reached out to the one who seemed the most familiar, friendly, and open: Arielle.
We had a few video calls to get to know each other and then she invited me to meet with her at her home. We had tea and some snacks and then we took a hot tub together. While we were in the hot tub, a stroke of luck happened when Arielle got a call from her favorite client. She spontaneously scheduled a session for that same afternoon, very excited about introducing him to me. She thought he would be the perfect first client for me as a new apprentice.
He walked in and I was taken aback by this strapping young Syrian man: tall, professional, and shockingly beautiful. I felt a clear, instant attraction to him. He had huge round puppy-dog eyes with the longest thickest eyelashes, and the demeanor of a gentle storybook prince.
Sex Stories I Am Not Proud Of!
Some of us were young and stupid and had sex for the wrong reasons. These stories I must explain were when I was a different person – I would never do these things now. Here are a few of the unfortunately all too many [sex stories I am not proud of](https://adultsmart.com.au/blog/sex-stories-naughty/) –
Blue Ribbons
Of course, they’d talked about this before and, admittedly, the thought very much turned her on, but actually doing it? She’d never thought he would dare…..
It was the middle of a lazy afternoon and she’d been minding her own business, surfing the internet, looking at perhaps buying a new pair sexy black boots when it had started. She was laid back on the sofa, the iPad on her lap, when he’d come into the lounge and approached her from behind. She felt him softly run his hands through her hair, down her neck and over her shoulders. She responded by dipping her head, her eyes closing instinctively to allow her to focus on the feeling. His touch was warm and familiar. Welcome. She had known what he wanted immediately. She could sense the desire in his touch and she’d happily let herself be led up off the sofa and out of the room.
He hadn’t said a word so she broke the silence.
“Oh yeah? In the middle of the day huh?” she quipped playfully.
Me and my grandma
I admit it. I once was in love with my grandma. Or better said, hard for her. It was quite some years ago. I was barely out of school, she around sixty. And a widow for the better part of a decade. And yes, she liked it hard. And yes, there was a certain period in our lives when we fucked each other like some animals. At every possibility. For a while. No, we are not together any more. But what happened is still our little dirty secret.
Back to that point in time were it all began. I was a fresh high school drop out. On the hunt for job. Something with a perspective. With the chance of building up a career. But in the area I lived in, nothing. Just minimum wage jobs. So I had to look elsewhere. Everywhere. And I found something. An office job. In a really big and well established company. Far away from home. So I needed some accommodation.
But the payday wasn’t that great. So renting my own place was not doable. For the moment. Luckily my grandma was living near my future workplace. Alone, in a big empty house. Grandpa was already gone for good. Her offspring, my mom is one of them, already out of the house. So plenty of empty room for me to occupy.
What arouses me
I’ve grown up in a conservative home. Meeting girls was impossible. Early on I resorted to masturbating and watching porn. All this is so unnatural.
Later on I discovered that I’m a submissive. My most powerful erotic experiences are related to shame.
One of my friends had a possesive attitude towards me. I always imagined kneeling before him and licking his feet.
My boss was a woman with a nasty steak. She quickly found out about my being submissive. She browbeat me into doing extra work. Everytime she scolded me, I felt aroused. More I try to hide my erection, more she’d mock me. Once she casually flicked me. I ejaculated. As I stood helpless before her with wetness spreading on my pants, she mocked me for being an inefficient sissy. I had two more ejaculations, making her more and more derisive.
More than actual physical act, it’s mental embarrassment, guilt, shame, submission, taboo, and mocking that triggers me.
Our cabin in the woods.
So, we find ourselves here again… The week after the peak season has ended; in the same 4-bedroom cabin, with the 3 same high school friends… plus their spouses.
We’ve been taking these 5 day / 4 night trips for over a decade now. Neither of us are part of the assemblage of longtime associates… both of us being hangers-on, dragged here by our significant others. Admittedly, it’s been easier and easier to get us to come with each year, but we both can think of a few places we would rather be.
I’ve known you going all the way back to when you first started dating your (now) husband. I’ve always like you, in a friendly way. You were always fun, seemingly happy, witty, and smarter than I’ve always felt you should be, considering how beautiful I found you. Sure, we are Facebook friends, and we wish each other the best on annual milestones, but considering that our last 6 FB chats consisted of identical, “Happy Birthday!!!” messages, repeated back on a 12-month cycle, I would consider us acquaintances, more than friends.
But, this year seems different… Tonight seems different.