Category: eroticstories

Teasing Works For Us

I found this on the internet. It is my favourite so I thought I would share it. I think I like it so much because I would like my life to be like this. It is long, but totally worth it.

I have known how much power women have over men ever since I was 14. I was enjoying a year of school exchange in San Diego (I am from London), I was at a party with a friend and her big sister told me things that changed my life. She was 18, looked 21, was confident, had a stunning figure and a beautiful face and she had sussed males completely. She explained how powerful the pussy was and how to not abuse that power, but also how to make sure that it IS used to get exactly the sex WE want. She even gave an example of how to use that power before the end of the party (thats another story). She told me ways to give ME the sex I wanted but the man gained as well (I am not into abusing the power and denying men sex). The main method she taught me relied on teasing. By the time I was married, I had perfected the use of pussy power to make sure I got the sex I wanted, when I wanted it AND my husband could not be happier. Read more »

Tickle Torture

This was a very specific commissioned story and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Tickle Torture(Selena Gomez, Kay Perry, Taylor Swift)

I woke up in a fog with a splitting headache, I had no idea where I was or what was going on but I could feel an unmistakable sensation of itching around my wrists and my ankles. Finally, when my head started to clear and I opened my tired eyes I could see two shadowy figures, they were standing in front of me surrounded by various studio equipment. There were studio cameras, a computer and microphones set up all around me and I blinked, struggling to clear my vision and make sense of what was laid out before me. I heard giggling and talking, women, two of them, laughing maniacally and repeating my name. Then I heard a voice that I could have recognized even in my sleep, it was Katy Perry. Read more »

Silver eyes

We already dated for a month or so, but that night you gave me that look for the very first time. I think I was talking with a friend or something, and you looked at me with those blue, almost silver-coloured eyes. I was confused, for that was the gaze of someone who was intimidated, yet interested. You were not ashamed to keep staring at me as if I was someone who was about to harm you. I forgot about that the next time I saw you.

It was a Wednesday, 1pm. We were going to have lunch in a place I had reserved one week ago. I did not understood why, but that day you were unbearable. You complained how impolite was to talk in the metro (something I and many always do), you were complaining how loud was my voice even if we already knew each other for almost 3 months. You were complaining about the place, how crowded it was, how ugly it was and how you did not liked the food. After an unpleasant meal, you “threated” me by saying you did not liked the date and you were going to leave. At this time, I was confused and worried. I felt it was my bad. I took it lightly and convinced you to chill and have coffee with me. I asked where you preferred to go or if you had any preference in the coffee. You always answered, “I dunno, whatever”. After an entire afternoon of mostly awkward silence and that angry mood of yours. I decided to invite you over my place to have some drinks, as I do know alcohol makes you meeker. Read more »

Threesome Birthday Gift From My Husband [F]

My husband and I had been married 16 years, we had no children, we enjoyed our lifestyle and didn’t have time for children. I’m 5’9” medium build, dark hair, large tits and long legs. My husband was 6’3” well built with large hands and a large cock. We had an okay sex life, we were both very busy with our careers and by the time we got to bed we were both too knackered for sex.

We both had our fantasies, my husband enjoyed watching porn particularly girl on girl action. Me, while I scolded him for watching the stuff, if I had time when he was out I would put one of his DVDs in (I had my favourites) and would lay on the bed and watch. Initially I would play with myself, I easily got very wet watching these girls eat each other out, I particularly enjoyed watching a real orgasm, particular when the girl squirts and the other girl drinks it in. Then my fingers didn’t seem enough, so I tried holding an electric tooth brush head to my clitty, my climaxes were unbelievable and sent me into juddering spasms as my cunt twitched as if grabbing an imaginery cock and massaging it with my cunt muscles. Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

“THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION” [MF, BDSM] (Revised; Short Story)

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The Woman glanced upward, now seeing the Man’s face distorted through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When viewed from this strange perspective, his normally handsome features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile was rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The Man drank the last of the remaining whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the Woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes around in contemplative circles, he announced: *”You taste good”*, speaking in a guttural whisper which was more felt than heard.

The Woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words worth speaking. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around the head of his swollen cock.

She laid there that way for some time, feeling profoundly exhausted, with her bare legs spread out along the couch, and with her cheek resting on the thigh of the Man’s soft dress pants. The Woman’s tongue never stopped lazily running circles around the ridges of the Man’s cock, feeling it swell and retreat in size. The Man stroked her hair with his free hand, occasionally letting it wander down to the tight valley between her ass cheeks, where his probing fingers sometimes found themselves temporarily stuck. Read more »

C l a r e n c e [F][STR] (xpost r/eroticliterature)

[ *takes place in a somewhat-battered Victorian-style hotel long after the Victorians have gone out of style. The woman speaking can be understood in a drawn-out transatlantic accent where each syllable is more familiar as a landscape unto itself rather than an individual part of a word. In her room it is possible to the point of probable that somewhere on a faux-silver tray is an abandoned cup of tea, a vial of expensive honey, and a polished brass spoon so small it could almost be useless.The top to the vial (whether it was a cork, a stopper, or a twist-on cap) is inexplicably missing ]* Read more »

Tilly and the Professor

Tilly

I have been teaching college level English for over 6 years now. There are always those students that give you trouble, you know, the ones that want to fuck with you and don’t actually give a shit about learning. None have ever been as much of a disruption as Tilly. She thought that because she was young and attractive that the world revolved around her, she was a disruptive, egotistical little bitch. Her usual antics were nothing compared to today, though. Tilly showed up to class, late as usual, in a skimpy school girl outfit. Her short, green plaid skirt barely covered her perfect round ass, her white button-up shirt was tied in the front, her perky breasts popping out the top. She wore black stiletto heels that just made her legs go on forever, her pouty lips were painted dark red and her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail.

I admit, seeing her like this was a turn on, she had an amazing body and I was imagining her bent over my desk the second she walked in the room. I couldn’t have this, she was pushing boundaries and purposefully trying to cause a disruption in the class. I had a job to do. Read more »

Achieving Ambition (Part 3)

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/6p80yh/m_achieving_ambitions_part_1/

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/6phgll/achieving_ambitions_part_2/

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After about a week of trying to find work for you I gave you a call as I had two offers. I told you to come back round to discuss them and within the hour you were at my flat. You’d rushed from the gym and you were wearing a sports bra and yoga pants so when I opened the door I had the same shocked look on your face as you said hello.

After about 15 minutes of chit chat, getting to know each other I decided it was time to let you know of the two offers. I was rather nervous as after a week of looking these are the best I could find and I feel I had to give you something to consider.

“Right the two offers. One of them is just a flyer for a local store, you won’t get paid but it is a chance to do some work and get started. It’ll be easy work and expand your reputation at least around the local area. Read more »

‘THE STRANGER SAT BESIDE ME’ [mF, Airplane Exhibitionism] (Revised; 2,000+ Words)

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This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it — it was something I dismissed as being *too childish*, likely. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra boring flight ahead of me. *(Reminder: At this time, phones weren’t the all-encompassing time-wasters they are now-a-days.)*

Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane flight before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy kid, these types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?* Read more »