The Samaritan (MF)

Mary slipped her plain cotton panties off, folded them carefully, and added them to the neatly organized pile with the rest of her uniform.

“You don’t have to do this,” James whispered.

“It’s not something I have to do, it’s something I want to do.” Mary leaned forward and kissed him. “Are you ready?”

Mary followed James’s gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep breath before climbing onto the bed. She threw her leg over his midsection and knelt above his body. Her pubic hair tickled his balls as she held him in her hand, wondering at how hot and rigid it felt. She teasingly played with his hardness for a moment, drawing sighs of impatience from the man below her; the man that in the year she had known him had gone from being just a patient, to a friend, and now almost inevitably to a lover. Read more »

Stunned (Part 2) [MF, office affair]

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2p58ab/stunned_part_1mf_office_affair/

A couple of days passed and Karl's guilt faded. His home life remained normal and it even felt like his lack of pawing at his wife seemed to lift her spirits. They cooked, did the dishes, and curled up to watch a movie or some stupid tv show like they always had. He even asked her causally over a glass of wine whether she thought about sex as much as they both knew he did.

"It's not a priority for me," she replied mater-of-factually, "It's sorta the cherry on top of a really big cake for me I guess."

'It's the cake for me' he'd thought but didn't say.

Work hadn't changed much either. The barbs he sometimes took from Kim seemed to have softened, and she smiled at him every now and again, but no tectonic shift in the world had occurred. By Thursday of the following week he sat slumped into his chair, as usual, staring at the screen with the glow faded from his mind.

DING!

IM from Kim on his phone. Read more »

Father and Son fuck a Mother and Daugher [MFmf]

Revised Part 1:

My name is Grant Bloomington, I'm a mechanical engineer who lives in Chevy Chase, MD. I work for a government contracting agency building parts for USDA machinery. I have been divorced from my wife and college love for six years now, each one reminding me of what we could have been.

Recently, I've been dating again. I signed up for this online dating site that supposedly has an amazing system of matching people up so I figured I would give it a shot. I saw this beautiful woman, 37 years old, only one year younger than I, who was also a divorcee and had a daughter.

The woman was from our town and so I asked my son if he knew her daughter because they would both be in the twelfth grade given her age. "Yeah" he replied. He took a few seconds to think about the girl and said "she's really hot". I was in complete agreement: "so is her mom". Read more »

Am I Crazy, or am I Caught Up in a Beautiful Mind Fuck.. (Based on a true story, part 1, intro) D/s: f/f, f/m, f/f/m

(The following story is a work in progress documenting the excitement and tension of a reunion of two kinky friends.. Details changed to keep it anonymous, but inspired by a true story. Actual sexual contact will come in part 2 onward.)

"..I used to feel like.. I was made of steel. I felt like nothing in the world could catch me off guard anymore, after .." I trailed off, looking into my glass of now quite watered down whiskey on the rocks. Krystal was my ear tonight, a lifelong friend visiting from a few towns over. A light chuckle prompted a knowing nod from Krystal, who was leaning in on one arm. I rest my head on her shoulder, cradled by her long, fruit smelling red hair, and glanced up at her, feeling an excited grin curl up in the corners of my mouth.

"Surely you'll LOVE this, knowing you. Sex is always on your lips, now adays." I thought, rather admiringly. "How best to continue.." The look on my face seemed to perk up her interest. "What happened? Don't tell me, you finally caved and went back to cock, didn't you?" She giggled, with a sideways glance. "God, how can she be so naturally seductive?" I thought, recalling the years of boys teasing her for her constant "Fuck me" expression. Read more »

Stunned, (Part 1)[MF, office affair]

Go easy on me, this is my first post. My inner erotic writer is still learning and trying to find a creative voice that can out-shout my lizard brain. I'm a guy in my mid 30s and have been looking for a (safe) place to let my dirty imagination run wild. Help me get better.

Stunned

With a shake of his head Karl snapped back to reality. It felt like the temperature in his small office just rose 15 degrees.

'Are my cheeks flushed?' Shit.

He clicked on the attachment again…

'Damn, that's fucking hot. Did she really mean to send that to me?'

With his mouse still hovering over the email, Karl slowly slipped his gaze around his monitor, across the hall and into the open office of the apparent owner of the sexy black laced stocking top and smooth thigh that had popped up on his screen. A pair of strong brown eyes stared back and with a playful arch of one eyebrow, another electric jolt ran up his spine, across his red cheeks, and down between his legs.

His felt like his pants suddenly lost 3 sizes. Read more »

The Ski Trip Surprise 3 [MM][MMF][oral]

This is the last one of the series. I appreciate the kind comments and PMs of encouragement, despite the anti-MM downvote brigade.

John opened his eyes and found Frank staring at his face with a faint smile. The room was dim, but the morning light peeking in around the edges of the curtains gave enough light to see.

"Mornin'", John mumbled, hoping Frank hadn't gotten second thoughts overnight.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Frank asked as rubbed his arm.

"No," he laughed. "What did I say?"

"Something about looking for your guitar. It was kinda cute." He paused for a moment to sigh. "It made me want to kiss you."

Instead of answering, John scooted closer and slipped his arm under Frank's pillow. The kiss started soft as Frank reached around to pull John close. It was interesting when their bodies touched. The muscled chests, rough stubble, and growing cocks came together under the sheets as the kiss began grow more passionate.

Hugging suddenly in the midst of the heat, Frank buried his face against John's neck, drawing deep breaths. John caressed his hair and back, humming deep in his chest at the tickling kisses he felt on his shoulder. Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]

I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"

"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (6 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Running] [voy] [huml] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

Your covert study of my every move has revealed a tantalizing little secret – I appear to have a crush on my personal trainer, Langston. And even better, I am hiding my smoking habit from him.

You watch with mild fascination the first time he comes over while you are away. You notice, an hour before my session, that I start to get ready – I shower, brush my teeth, dress, put up my hair, and apply light perfume and make-up. But contrary to my regular habits, I keep my cigarettes hidden and out of reach. Then, even though my training sessions with Langston are two hours long, I still refrain until after he has left our house.

While I am with Langston, you notice that I am cheerful and friendly. I often ask him to help me get into a particular pose or to show me which muscles I am working – both of which require him to touch and manipulate my body. For his part, Langston is cordial, but you cannot tell if he has any particular affection for me. If he does, his professionalism keeps his desires in check. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (5 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Running] [Smoking-voy] [Fdom] [prost] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

“You made good time today – only 47 minutes,” you casually comment. “I was thinking about that 5K coming up in February…” you pause.

“What about it?” I ask, taking a final drag from my cigarette.

“I bet you could do the half-marathon instead…if you wanted to. A 5K isn’t a challenge for you. Why not do the half-marathon? You’ve got 6 weeks to train for it.”

I eye you curiously. You’ve never been particularly interested in my running before, and you’ve never challenged me to take on harder runs. I don’t entirely trust you, but you’ve stimulated my competitive nature. “You know I did a couple triathlons before we met,” I brag.

You pass me your pack of cigarettes. I absently take one and start to smoke.

You smile as I play into your hand. “How did you feel when you were done?”

“It’s amazing,” I say, smoke streaming from my mouth. “The adrenaline rush is wonderful. And you are tried, but you feel so energized…” I stop to take another drag from my cigarette.

“So do a half-marathon in February then.”

“Okay. I will,” I am beaming as I accept your challenge. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (4 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Coughing] [Running] [huml] [Roleplay]

ALEC

I am overjoyed with the progress that I made with you during our honeymoon. I have changed you from a pure sweetie to a nicotine jonsing addict in the space of a month. And I am excited by the possibilities yet to come. For it is not enough for me that you have given in to my coercion. You must love smoking. You must crave it.

For the next several months I undertake a simple course of Pavlovian conditioning. On those days you smoke heavily, I reward you with gifts, approval, and passionate lovemaking. On other days, I act moody, speak little, and turn away from you in bed. The technique has its effects. Gradually, without meaning to, you increase your intake day by day, week by week. You go from ten cigarettes to twenty. The day you smoke thirty for the first time I keep you up half the night with torrid romance. I even love it that you interrupt our play twice to get another fix. Read more »