I think about it everyday, how much I need it. I think about it being warm and creamy and salty in my mouth, so yummy. I think about painting my lips with it like a slippery lipgloss, intended to make men lust about my lips around their cock. Shiny and plump and soft, suctioned around their throbbing member. I think about how I love to feel balls spilling their juices into my willing mouth. I think about how I need his cock shoved hard into the back of my throat, making me choke, making me gasp for air. I think about how I need to be degraded to the point where I feel like nothing but a fuck toy, my tongue only there for a mans pleasure, my mouth only open because he needs to spray his ropes of cum into it. Lips swollen from working so hard to drain his cock. I think about how I want to rub my pointy nipple onto the tip of his cock and spread the precum onto my pink little nipples. I think about how I want my hair in cute little pigtails so he can easily stroke his cock into my mouth. Pulling my hair up and down and up and down my head following along. His cock forced roughly into the back of my throat with each downward motion. I think about his strong arms forcing my head down when it’s finally time for his balls to erupt into my mouth. Finally, I think about how I’d be so helpless in that moment while his cum shot down my throat and made me choke.
Another Esme-Lee
Esma-Lee in: A Slippery Situation
Pet (Part 3) [corruption][transformation][mf]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fkvayw/a_pet_transformation_corruption/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fl266r/a_pet_part_2_corruption_transformation_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
The rest of the walk back was easy enough. Besides the thoughts anyway. What started out as questions quickly turned to fantasies. She could imagine crawling back to the lab, working herself into the chair, having the doctor, no master, do whatever he wanted. Her whole body was on fire and the rest of the walk home felt like she was on autopilot. Reaching the front door to her apartment building, she felt a distinctive warm throughout her whole body. She ran up the stairs to her floor. She knew that her keys were somewhere still inside that lab so she could only hope that her roommate was home. She knocked on the door, and felt a distinctive warmth throughout her whole body. She definitely needed a shower. A few moments later she heard the door bolt move and it swung open.
“Where have you been?!” Her roommate sounded more worried than mad and threw her arms around her. The roommate spoke again.
“It’s been days, Marcy! You said you were going for a quick appointment. What happened?”
She had trouble speaking up. She had always been a shy person but she hardly even felt the ability to speak.
Fucking My Waitress: Part IV [MF]
[Part III Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fpgdgl/fucking_my_waitress_after_she_madeout_with_her/)
Days like years. Years like days.
We spent July 4th together and watched the fireworks explode in the valley from a blanket in the foothills. Whiskey and PBR and we made out and then we went to her place and we fucked. I choked her hard that night. Harder than I’ve ever choked anyone. She laid under me and her tan lines had become vivid from the week she had just spent in Mexico. I moved in and out of her. “Who the fuck owns this pussy,” I whispered. She inhaled and then slowly exhaled. “Daddy does. Daddy fucking owns this pussy.” I moved my hands over her firm, little brown tits, her body sinking into the sea of sheets and lightly wrapped my fingers around her neck. She looked me in the eye and nodded and then wrapped her hand around my wrist so I could feel her start to fade and then let go. She felt so slight in my rough hands. Like I kitten or a bird. I could feel the twitch of her nerves and her heartbeat as I slowly squeezed the side of her neck. Her thighs, that had been wrapped tightly around me began to slide down my body and still I squeezed harder, my forearm tense, my cock moving faster and faster in and out of her.
The Night Dawn met Amanda — First attempt at writing
You weren’t going to go out… No, but I convinced you to attend this soirée, and now as you stand amidst the suits and ties, linked to stilettos and double D’s, overhearing the typical yawn of boring business talk around you, your green eyes scan the crowd intently… looking for something to distract your attention, something to excite you once again, something to make your life full-filled and meaningful once more, something like me, but just a little different.
You feel a strong hand across your tummy, although the touch familiar, you still jump a little as my lips reach your earlobe, I whisper “sorry I’m late Kitty Cat” Placing my other hand on your lower back I turn you towards me ever so slowly. My beard oil, after shave, and cologne mix to make a beautiful bouquet of aroma that entices you closer to me. I kiss you softly at first, and you taste the mint I must have been chewing, then deeper as I feel you melt into my arms.
Cuckold – A love story – Chapter Two – [Hotwife] [Cuckolding] [Cheating] [Lactation]
In the aftermath of my homecoming, things were surprisingly smooth most days. I made Hannah tell me everything that had happened. Turned out she had wanted to fuck Juice again several times after the tape, but had resisted; I had my doubts, but so she claimed. I was in jail at the time, and really could do nothing about it, and was thankful I didn’t have a clue at the time, because I would not have handled it well. When she had finished recounting her sins to me, I laid out for her what my expectations were. I knew her situation, limited skills, limit desire, she was not heading far in life, and she knew it. Her best asset was her ass, and she had been riding on it for quite a long time: this was likely no different. Though I had been in jail I had a career ahead of me, and one that was growing more lucrative as a software engineer. Hannah wanted the white picket fence, and 3 kids, two cars a dog. I told her I would give her everything she could ever want and more: ensure she and our children were always taken care of, but she would have to be sure to take care of me.
[F] my ex said, “have fun hoeing around,” and I’m undoubtedly having the time of my slutty life.
A consistent argument was over anal sex. I love to stretch my ass and take pictures of my huge gaping ass. I actually have 500+ pictures of my gaping ass on my hidden camera roll. He just wasn’t interested in anal sex at all. The relationship had its issues already, but everyday I’d wait for him to leave the house so I could go to the store and buy the biggest cucumber in the veggie section. I’d get home, lube it up and work on stretching my ass. The honest truth is, we broke up because he wouldn’t fuck my booty. But now that I am single I am thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to have nice cock in my ass. I’ve had a few decent new partners that love my tight ass hole. One even told me that my ass and pussy felt equally tight, which boosted my ego even more. My ex messaged me, trying to shame me by saying, “have fun being a hoe.” But you know what? I’m fucking loving this opportunity to be an anal slut! No regrets.
College Hockey Team Gangbang Chapter 1
Posting to entertain some I hope but would love feedback from both readers and writers of erotica!
It all started on an innocent Thursday night my sophomore year. Being only 20 we couldn’t go to the bars so the girls and I went looking for a house party. Sarah was dating a senior on the hockey team and said we could go over to the team house if we wanted to drink for free and hang out with the guys. Since I had been wearing out the batteries on my favorite vibrator lately I was down for both.
Impressing older college guys meant it was time for some short skirts and high heels. I’ve never had the perfect body but I think I can slut it up with the best of them. I decided on my shortest black skirt, a tight white top and a red bra to brighten things up. I found the smallest little pink panties that I own but I was already sure those were coming home in my purse that night. Red lipstick for accent and the tallest black heels that I could walk in finished off the look. Blonde hair all done up and my B cup boobs pushed up as high as I could get them in that tight little top. With a skirt that barely covered my ass and my black strap heels my legs looked long and sexy. I was ready to conquer the hockey house.
[F]un in quarantine
I’m not the prettiest woman in every room, but I’m damn sure the best at getting a man off. I talk a big game and I always deliver. That why I’m the one who is always leaving with the hottest guy.
I take pride in being a slut. I lost track of how many men I’d fucked way back in college. I lost count of the women I’d slept with long before that.
Now I’m in my 30s and live with my female lover. She and I have an understanding. I haven’t gone more than a few weeks without some random dick in over a decade. I didn’t plan on breaking that streak any time soon. Then the quarantine happened.
There are a few guys I could call up and be sure they haven’t left home, but part of the thrill is when it is random and new. I like a chance meeting with a complete stranger or picking a handsome face from a dating app and just going for it. Unfortunately, going for it was off the table.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Everyone is social distancing, and I definitely want to do my part. I had to be innovative.
Tales of Erodale – Chapter 6 – [Fantasy, Threesome, Rough, Creampie, Fingering, Sexual Interrogation]
Previous Chapter – [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticstoriesxxx/comments/fh3lp4/tales_of_erodale_chapter_5_fantasy_fxmimic_rough/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticstoriesxxx/comments/fh3lp4/tales_of_erodale_chapter_5_fantasy_fxmimic_rough/)
“Cadence!” The named was called out with a sense of rage and anguish. The sound bounced off the dark-stoned walls of the castle but the woman who had uttered the noise didn’t care. The powerful sorceress named Rose had been unable to figure out any way to reunite with her friend Cadence, the spellslinger with brown and purple hair.
Part of her knew she shouldn’t, but she was kicking herself for not having kept a closer watch on Cadence. ‘She should have known better.’ Rose thought with a bit of anger, but she still wasn’t about to do anything less than to find her friend. Alas after ten minutes of running her hands all along the stone and using every spell she could think of to open up a passage, it had all been for naught.
The lovely sorceress finally admitted defeat, letting her back fall against the thick stones of the wall. The young woman was frustrated and a bit sad. She was alone and still had a job to do. Worse, she did not believe that she would be able to save Prince Belind without the help of her capable spellslinger friend.