A Letter of Promise [m/f]

He enters the room and notices a letter on top of the bed. It's her handwriting, frisky, as she is. He sits down, one leg crossed underneath the other, and he reads it, hearing her voice in his mind.

"Imagine I'm there, getting you horny and torturing you in a good way.

I want to grab your wrists and climb on top of you and kiss you slowly, make you feel my hair on your skin, my nipples softly touching your chest.

I want to stand up and lean my back on your knees and run my hands through my skin, grabbing my boobs like I own them and moving south… but you don't get to touch me. You just get to watch for a while.

Until you can't have it anymore, until you grab me, bite me and squeeze my body in your hands, gluing your skin to mine.

And then you ask me to lie down, on my belly, and you put your hands on my back and on my ass and you lie on top of me. You move my hair to one side to get a better access to my neck. You caress it, you kiss it, you whisper in my hear. Read more »

The Lusty Argonian Maid, Volume III

By Crassius Curo

A short excerpt from Crassius Curo's bawdy play

ACT II, SCENE IV CONTINUED

Lifts-Her-Tail: Good evening, Master Colto. Back so soon from your walk?

Crantius Colto: Yes, my dear. And I see you have finished trimming the hedges at the front entrance.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Indeed I have. Would you like to examine my work?

Crantius Colto: No need, my love. I will take the rear entrance so as not to disturb the mistress.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Pardon me, sire. Are the bushes not satisfactory? The front gate is just as quiet as the back door.

Crantius Colto: But it is quite wide. Perhaps you could resize it. Until then, I shall take the rear.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Again your pardon, Master Colto. I am but a simple Argonian Maid. Rebuilding the front gate is beyond my abilities.

Crantius Colto: Do not fret, my blossom. I prefer the back door, but you must be capable of shrinking the front door with enough effort.

Lifts-Her-Tail: Thrice your pardon, sire, but even with all my efforts, it may take months!

Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time. Read more »

Help!! Trying to find out where else Lerotica online author posts her stories.

I know it's a long shot but for awhile now I've been trying to find out where the author who wrote "Love…and Love Intensely" posts her stories. I remember when she used to briefly post stories on Quizilla but left the site to post her stories on another website (I believe LiveJournal?) which was her new permanent posting website. I hope someone knows what I'm talking about. I've attached a link to her Lerotica website if it helps jog anyone's memory. www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=480083&page=submissions I know this search might be vein but any help is appreciated!

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Laura and I Pt.1 [mF] [oral] [cum]

I arrived at her house around 8:30am to repair the sliding glass door. I walked up the steps, rang the doorbell and waited. I heard a noise in the house followed by "It's open!" I open the door and take a step inside and wipe my boots on the welcome mat. Laura comes in the room to greet me. She has shoulder length auburn hair that is lightly curled, she is wearing a light colored sundress that gracefully covers a short yet athletic build. As I take in the sight in front of me I have to remind myself not to stare and that I am here to do a job and not ogle the client. She approaches me and introduces herself. I reply "It's a pleasure to meet you my name is Drew." After we exchange some pleasantries she shows me into the kitchen where the sliding door in question is located and leaves me to my work. Read more »

The PRV Machine Pt 1

Lila stood in front of the interface. The hub was glowing, ready for her input. She looked at the screen floating in the air to the left, it showed the avatar representing her in the virtual world. The woman it displayed was tall and voluptuous. Her skin was a beautiful ebony black and her muscles finely defined. Deep black curls floated in a halo around her head. Triangles of red lace tied with string cupped her nipples and covered the trimmed black curls at the junction of her thighs. Matching lace thigh highs ended in impossible heels that she would not have been able to wear in the real world. She knew she looked like sex, and she knew she wanted sex bad enough that dampness was already spreading across her panties, but still the hub glowed waiting for her decision. Read more »

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27 year old sister comes home looking for some dick. Part 1? [mF][inc]

This was from a prompt from over at r/dirtypenpals, but the user deleted their account. Not wanting this to go to waste, I present it for your smutty indulgences. I can continue it if there is interest.

The background: You are 27, living in the city. I, your little brother, am 22, living with you as I work on my degree. You went out partying tonight, hoping to catch some dick and end your dry spell. I'm asleep when you come home and stumble, drunk, into my bedroom.

"Hey, Sis, you okay there-" I start to ask as you look hungrily at me. You have this primal lust in your eyes that I've never seen before. Sometimes, late at night, when I couldn't sleep, I would briefly think about about you coming in like this, drunk, disheveled and horny.

My words are cut off as you press your lips against mine, as your hips straddle mine, trapping me under my covers. I sleep in just my boxers most nights and I become very aware of this fact as you sit on top of my growing erection, grinding back and forth eagerly. Read more »

Anew [MF][Rape fantasy][And not so much fantasy][Powerplay][Alone in the woods][Run away little girl]

“Are you ready?” Then a harsh tug on Amy's blindfold.

She blinked, dazed by the light, and took a moment to breath as she looked at the trees. The woods were beautiful. Serene, empty and silent, not even broken by the faint sound of a driving far away.

Amy kicked the earth to realize that there wasn't even a dirt path. They were nowhere. She didn't even know the time from the sun in the sky and would have to wait for it to move in order to its direction.

Not that it would help. She knew nothing of the area. She was helpless and, for a brief moment, considered giving up. Something in her face must have betrayed her–because he laughed. “Oh no, little girl. Too much for you? Scared of the big bad woods?”

Amy turned to him, but he hardly acknowledged her. Instead he pulled out his phone, twirled it around and unlocked it. He shifted his tall, lean frame against the jeep and pressed a few buttons. His tee tight-fitting under a large flannel shirt and it made her aware how ill-prepared she was in shorts and a tank top–even with her running shoes. Read more »

Breaking in a pornstar – Part 2 [Mdom][Fsub][bdsm][str8]

Gisele took a deep breath. "Meet me at the motel at 8. Same room." She repeated the message in her head. Just hearing his voice had made her excited beyond control. She started walking again. This time faster. "037, 038, 039, 040" she read the signs to herself. Here it is, 041. Gisele put a hand on the doorhandle and a sudden wave of panic struck her. "What are you doing?" she asked herself. She took another deep breath and opened the door slowly. "Hello?" her voice called out. The door was half open. "Erm, it's me." She was hope for an answer, but got none. The room showed no signs of life, except for a small box on the bed. Gisele took her jacket off and hung it by the door. She closed the door and walked over to the bed. The box was matte black with a red ribbon tied around it, like a present. Gisele looked at her clock. 8.03. This must be part of his plan. She untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a blindfold, a vibrator and a small piece of paper. "Put the blindfold on, get on your knees, open your mouth and don't stop playing with yourself until I get back." Giseles heart started beating faster and she started shivering. She obeyed the note by putting the blindfold on and kneeling down on the floor. The rug was soft against her knees as she spread her legs wide. Gisele unzipped her jeans just enough to be able to squeeze the vibrator down to her pussy. A jolt of arousal shot through her body as she turned to vibrator to max. The remaining order was impossible not to follow. Her mouth opened instictivly as the first of many deep breaths left her lips. Read more »

Real Art [m/f – celeb, mast]

"Do you want a drink or something?"

I nod, assuming he knows I'm underage. I'm distracted by his sprawling Hollywood home built in the seventies, remodeled to give it a more modern, simplistic look, but with all the same odd angles. It's up in the Hills, tucked away in a grotto of thick trees. There's an enormous pool out back as well as a veranda under the stars. This is the British musicians home away from home. His real flat is in London.

I watch him pour us both a glass of scotch over ice. He swirls it before handing it over to me. The white-washed walls are nearly bare except for large art pieces of varying styles, with lighting installed to illuminate the art in just the right way. He has expensive and abstract taste, and it shows.

"Do you like them?" His boyish face is serene, only slightly intoxicated, as he admires all of the works displayed around his home. His accent is thick and his words are a bit harder to understand because of it, as well as the slurring from the drinks he'd had at the club. "My friends think I'm frivolous," he confides. Read more »