My Wife’s Little Sister [Mf, cheating, college girl]

I found the note sitting on the kitchen table when I got back from work, and my heart dropped like a stone when I read its contents.

“Hey Honey!”

Amanda’s signature way of starting one of our domestic memos. There were times when I wondered if the woman was trained in psychological conditioning: her bubbly countenance could talk me into just about anything she needed doing. Always the same overly enthusiastic greeting, quickly followed up by a request to clean out the garage or do the dishes or some shit.

“Surprise! Guess who dropped by after you left for work with a packed bag and a long weekend off from college?”

I found myself mouthing the name before I’d even read it.

“Haley!”

Fuck.

“She’s in town till Monday night, and I want her to feel right at home. So be nice! I won’t be home until later, but she’s just going to be lounging around. The girl deserves a break from her semester. Thanks honey! PS: Could you clean out the garage when you get a chance? Read more »

The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

My first post, with my first story.

The Senior

The bathroom on the far side of the gym was dark. Little-used. Pipes drooled on cracked tile and the irregular porcelain mouth of an ancient sink boiled with brown water. I looked at my reflection in a jagged splinter of mirror, resolving a general impression of rain-flattened red hair and big green eyes.

I made a face at myself. Pulled a brush out of my purse.

“Get on your knees.”

I stopped. Turned. I was usually alone in the back of the school, especially during homeroom. It wasn’t unusual for teachers to drift here in search of a cigarette and a moment alone, but I normally had the beginning of the day to myself.

None of the other teachers could get away in the morning.

I loved teaching art.

“Give me your hand.” Read more »

I Saw You Watching {Part Two} [mf][vampire]

I’m caught between fear and exhilaration, panic and arousal, when you are suddenly so close I can feel the warmth of your breath against my face. Your hand moves slowly through the air, reaching up to touch my cheek. I close my eyes in anticipation.

Then, inexplicably, there is a warm wind and rain against my skin, and when I open my eyes in surprise I find we are on a rooftop, high above a frozen city. The rain moves so slowly, and I am disoriented all at once at the sudden change. Nothing else seems to be moving but the wind. You stand before me, smirking and watching my face.

As you move closer, closer still, a warm calm comes over me, and I don’t feel afraid of you anymore. A moment of doubt, suspicion of manipulation, passes quickly and then you are all I want to think about. Your hands reach slowly for my arms, gripping me as in my dream. I can feel the strength in your arms as you hold my arms tightly by my sides. You move in closer with your body, connecting your hips with mine, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, all points of contact fairly setting me on fire. Read more »

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In The Back Of The Bookstore – [MF, cheating, infidelity, str8, public space, cuck, first person]

This is my first post here, but not my first time writing this kind of work. However it was written on a phone, so please forgive my rough editing. This was a story I wrote for a very special friend after she inspired me ;)

— The Back Of The Bookstore —

We had been talking online for a few months and we both swore that it would stay that way. She was married and just wanted a little attention, and I was happy to provide it to such a gorgeous woman. Our initial little flirtations over time had become more erotic, including times we both went much later into the night than we should have, sexual desires laid bare. But tonight, for the first time, we would meet in the flesh. Still promising ourselves this wouldn't go too far, we settled on a public space, a local bookstore and specifically it's erotica section. It was a small little alcove in the back that was rarely visited by anyone, except the two of us it seemed.Her husband was taking her out tonight to some company party and she had convinced him to go to the bookstore afterwards. If he followed the pattern he always did, he would simply seat himself at the little coffee shop by the door, get a drink and read the paper while Vivian browsed the stacks. Read more »

Artistic License {Part 1} [FF] [first person] [erotic fiction]

This began as a response to a prompt on r/dirtywritingprompts and is now several parts long – so there's more to come after this (and it gets sexier) ! I'll put links in the comments.

[WP]. You are an artist. One day for practice you make a clay figure of your SO. Later on, you alter it to find that whenever you alter the figure you alter her real body.

I don't normally sculpt, okay? My talent lies in two-dimensional artwork. I sketch, I photograph, I paint – boringly normal stuff, I know, but I like to think my work isn't boring. After all, I focus on one of the most complex aspects of human existence – the most complex, varied, all-consuming aspect of our lives – sex. I explore the nature of intercourse in the interplay of dark and light in my photographs. I trace the contours of passion in the curves of my nude sketches. I describe the colours of love in the blushes and hues of my watercolours. I have this whole plan for my thesis: showing how reducing the three-dimensional act of sex to two dimensional artwork is analogous to reducing this multi-faceted act of human existence to just two (or three, when I get lucky) people fucking. It loses something when we forget the extra dimension. Read more »

Laws of Nature and the Laws of Men Part 2 [M][f] [f]

When he left the room I laid there for a while longer, allowing myself to come down and start breathing normally again. Hearing the car engine roar to life outside the window I got up and went over to my laptop and switched off the webcam. Downstairs, I snatched up the small audio recorder by the armchair.

A few weeks later I confronted him with the evidence. He called me a stupid, manipulative whore but I could hear the fear in his voice. I walked away with enough to upgrade my wardrobe.

That summer was a turning point for me, and nothing too bad for him either. Daddy, as I liked to whisper in his ear, was willingly or unwillingly financing my small town adventures. I was eating out at restaurants with my friends, got the clothes I wanted, saw the bands I loved… everything was great. And when mom wasn’t around I would let him touch me, which he loved to do after a few drinks. Men really are simple creatures. They just want to fuck. You apply a little pressure, tell them when, where and how and they are yours. Once I even fondled his cock under the breakfast table while mom was around. It was funny to see him super pissed and super hard at the same time. A smirk crawled across my face. It wasn’t just for the money either. I enjoy sex fully and was happy to have a guy that I could rely on to make me squeal and cum hard. Read more »

Last call – and you’re still at the bar

(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)

(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)

'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'

I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…

'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'

I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity. Read more »

‘Catch Your Dreams’ [MF] [handjob] [nc] [dreamstate] [magic]

Walter held the knotted weave of entwined cordage; formed through the intensive work of skilled hands and finely stripped bark. The edges were laced with dark blue and black feathers, and tufts of animal fur.

"What's this thing?" he asked, glancing up at the old, half-blind Native American woman who was slowly rocking back and forth in an old rocking chair next to the table underneath a shady eave outside of a mostly run-down shed.

Amber, his cousin, answered. "It's a dream catcher, I think. They're supposed to prevent you from having nightmares, or something, if you put it up over your bed." She stepped behind him and picked up the dream catcher, turning it over to look at the intricate detail of the craftsmanship.

Walter had been spending the summer with his Aunt and cousin over the long hot summer. His parents had plans to take him along on a summer cruise they had been planning since the beginning of the year, but Walter's grades had sabotaged any and all chances for him to go. His parents were upset and disappointed, but they weren't going to let Walter's unmotivated laziness keep them from enjoying their trip. Aunt Deborah stepped up and volunteered to take Walter for the summer months to spend in Arizona at their home in the desert. Walter had spent the entire car drive grumbling. He was disappointed in himself. He was disappointed in his parents for leaving him behind while they enjoyed the perfect summer vacation. Read more »

Laws of Nature and the Laws of Men [M][f]

Men create laws to protect themselves from other men. Men break laws to gain advantage over other men. That advantage can be material, metaphysical… even biological.

My eyes began to open to the world of men at a relatively young age. I noticed the wandering eyes of my stepfather. They traced the outline of newly forming curves, resting often at hips and breast. He became inclined to lean in during conversation, a free hand rubbing at the shoulder – a brush against the thighs. An indecent, half-embarrassed smile as he watched me struggle in athletic competition.

Desire is a powerful emotion and with time I discovered that men’s primal instinct – the all-pervasive need to procreate – could be twisted, they themselves twisted to suit my own ambitions. As is the rite of passage into adolescence, into adulthood for many women, I began to toy with my sense of style – tighter fitting jeans to hug the curves, mid-riff exposed, all that which invites the gaze. Temptation personified. Read more »

Caught yard boy jerking off [F34]

I was sunning by the pool in a semi modest bikini when the young man (18) from down the street showed up to do the yard work. He went into the shed where the mower and tools are but didn't come back right away. I was worried he got hurt on something so went over and opened the door – there he was on his knees with his pants and underwear down furiously jerking off. He quickly tried to cover up apologizing the whole time and obviously VERY embarrassed. I just pulled my top up and exposed my breasts and said "hurry up and finish and get to the yard work." It didn't take long for him to recover and took even less time to shoot his load. I went back to sunning and he went to work on the yard. We never mentioned it.

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