Contemporary literary erotic fiction

Hello,

I’ve been looking in vain for this kind of book, namely contemporary literary erotic fiction. Or contemporary literary fiction with a heavy erotic content (like Philip Roth’s books for example). Lots of what I have read seem like catalogues of sexual practices and I find a more global context is missing and making identification less easy. Most of what I come across is either fantasy, Harlequin-like romances or 50 shades-like books and these types don’t work for me at all. I guess I need something more realistic. I really need to read something well-written too. Written by a female author if possible (not mandatory). It can be about straight, lesbian, gay, bi or pan people. But I don’t like BDSM depictions.

Sorry for being so specific, but I’m really curious to know if this kind of book exists. I must not be the only one looking for that kind of thing. But still, when browsing here and there I haven’t found much yet… Thank you!

I [f]ucked a Yoni [M]asseur

This is how my first encounter with the masseur went. Link to my previous story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d444sb/slut_rebirth_with_first_successful_anal/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). I wrote this as a review of his services haha.

It was lunch time in the middle of a long arduous and emotional (had a breakup) week for me when I came across a post on the swingers forum; it said book a yoni massage for a splashing good time. Here I am, wishing I could go somewhere and drown in an orgasm big enough to wash my stress away. I left a like on the post and went about my day.

While moping at some depressing advances in my inbox, Ben’s pm came in; cheerful, non-pushy, inviting me to ping him on wechat, immediately offering that nights slot.

I’ll be honest, it was the first nice message I had gotten that day and I thought “well fuck it let’s see where this goes”.

Ben was very nice in the chat, immediately friendly and warm. He sensed that I wasn’t in a great mood and made an effort to cheer me up. It was refreshing to finally talk to someone who could take my uncommon words and reply with wit. He explained he needed to know a few things to prepare for the massage and it was easy to tell him about myself; no judgement at any of my replies, whatsoever.

[FF] Tamago | True Lesbian Sex Stories

[Tamago | True Lesbian Sex Stories](https://www.dogelink.top/2019/10/tamago-true-lesbian-sex-stories.html)

BEAUTIFUL

It’s morning in Sheffield, Iowa, sometime in the early sixties. I’m probably about eight, visiting for the summer. My grand-mother is getting dressed in front of the big mirror in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the closed toilet, watching, because at my house, with my no-nonsense mom, nothing this exciting ever happens. Grandmimi pulls on pantyhose, a slip. Her skirt, the matching blouse. A pin, bracelet, her rings. She steps into her high, high heels. Fluffs up her hair, nails it with hair spray. Spritzes perfume. She uses an eyelash curler, mascara, powder, rouge. And finally, she untubes her red lipstick and deftly colors her lips. Now I’m standing next to her. She knows I’m down here, by her hip. She tears herself away from her fabulous reflec-tion to swoop down in a cloud of perfume and hair spray for my morning kiss, full on the lips. Now I’m beautiful, too.

TURNED ON

Anxious Housewives: Part 1

Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, they were worked into the routine. Since their husbands were rich high-powered businessmen, they often weren’t around and Claire and Rachel’s routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

Since Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee.

[F]Loving Mom

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time.

Colin & Kat – Part 2 (M/F, workplace affair, infidelity, seduction, passionate)

He leaned me backwards on the bed and proceeded to lick me from head to toe and back again, landing on my clit where he stayed and slowly played with. Soft kisses followed by long strokes with his tongue. My legs were shaking so hard he had to hold me down. I didn’t think I could take any more. How was he still going? I started to pull at him begging for mercy. He climbed his way up and on top of me, taking my head in his hands, he pushed his face into my neck and kissed me just under my earlobe. I could hear his breathing and his desire for me. Our bodies were twisted together, sweaty and sticky. We had been at this for a while. “Holy Fuck!” I screamed and then gasped for air. “OMG, Colin, what time is it?!” He could hear the fear in my voice and scrambled to find his watch. “Eight o’clock” he said, tossing his watch back where he had found it. I sat up and had a mini meltdown in my head “I need to find my phone, Jeremy hasn’t heard from me all day. We always do a five o’clock check in call everyday, no matter what. He must be frantic by now.” Colin backed away from me and moved off the bed, I felt a sick twinge in my stomach that was a combination of embarrassment, regret and guilt. What have I done? I was beginning to cry when he knelt down on the side of the bed and handed me my phone. “Don’t cry Kat. I’m going to take a shower. Do what you need to do.” He was sincere and confident, everything my husband was not. I waited for him to close the bathroom door before wiping my tears and giving myself a pep talk. I turned my phone on and waited for the onslaught of texts, calls, emails, fucking carrier pigeons! But there was nothing. Not one single anything. I felt stupid and annoyed. This son of a bitch hasn’t called me all night!. OMG, he must know, he must have followed me and is waiting outside. “Hey babe, sorry I haven’t been in touch. I got stuck in a meeting that went wayyyy to long! Are you ok, did you eat?” I hit send and waited for a reply text. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m good. You gotta work late?” Ok, well that seemed normal. “Uh, yeah just a bit longer, gonna wrap up some work and then I’ll be home. Do you want me to pickup dinner?” “Nah, I’m cool. I made a sandwich.” “Ok, see you soon. I’ll text when I’m leaving.” I had to say this, specifically in this way. If I texted him and said that I was about to leave but then wound working more or losing track of time he would be infuriated. He would get so mad and yell at me for taking longer to get home than he expected it would, based on when I said I was leaving or how I said it. I didn’t need to have this fight again. But, apparently he was fine and didn’t need me. “K, babe. Sorry again.” Kissy face smile emojis started popping up on the screen. Ok, you know what, I’m not gonna stress about it. I took a few deap breaths and calmed myself down and then fell over into a crumpled heap of a woman and closed my eyes. After a few seconds my eyes popped back open “Ugh, I should check my work email” only 50 emails and nothing urgent, work could wait until tomorrow. I dropped my phone and let out a sigh of relief. I felt satisfied, still guilty, but satisfied. I must have dosed off after a few minutes. I woke up to Colin crawling in next to me and stroking my hair. Mmmm, I moaned in a content but frisky tone. He didn’t say anything, instead he wrapped his body around mine and spooned me in the most seductive way possible. I felt so at ease, so safe, what is happening here? This was supposed to be a one time fuck kind of situation. I shook the thought from my brain and reminded myself to enjoy this. I nuzzled myself back into him and wiggled my ass until it in the perfect spot to feel his cock between my ass cheeks. When I landed in position I felt him begin to grow and I smiled. He pulled my hair away from my neck and started to kiss my neck and caress my shoulder. He was so slow but in control. He was not some pussy boy motherfucker who was concerned about my emotions and failing marriage. He was a man, for the first time in my life I finally felt safe. His hands were on my breasts now, gently massaging them, rhythmically. I was so taken by his presence that I didn’t realize he had become fully arroused and that I was stroking his cock with my ass cheeks. We moaned lightly together, moving and rocking together. His hand started to move down my stomach and into my pussy. I looked back at him and he kissed me deeply, I was in heaven. He rubbed his hand over my vulva to see how wet I was and then started making the smallest circles and loops with his finger all over my pussy. My legs started to part and I could feel his dick getting closer to my vagina. I had a rush of butterflies and excitement wash over me. He was a fantastic lover, this man knew how to touch my body in ways that I had never dreamed imaginable. I reached down, grabbed his dick, and guided it in me. “Oh, fuck, Colin. You feel so fucking good. Mmmmm, just like that, yes! Oh my God” I was vocal this time “Do you like my tight pink pussy, Colin?” He responded by lifting my leg higher, wrapping his arm around it and sliding deeper inside of me. “I’ll show you how much I like it.” His voice was perfect, I melted and moaned. “Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” In one quick motion without losing the pace he flipped himself on top of me. “I want you to feel every inch of me inside of you. I want you to remember how fucking good this feels forever.” He was close to me but holding himself over me, hovering as his lower body fucked me hard. He locked his giant green eyes on mine and leaned down to kiss me. “Kat…” As he said my name my pussy clamped down on his dick, he moaned and regained focus. “Can you feel me, Kat?” “Mmm hmmm, I moaned at him. “I want you to feel me every time another man fucks you, ok?” I reached my lips towards his and licked his bottom lip for a second before he pulled away. “Focus, Kat. Close your eyes. Feel my arms flex next to you as I brace myself with every thrust. Feel your toes curl and your legs wobble. Feel me between your legs, Kat. Feel me fuck you. Feel my dick in your cunt as I fuck you harder. Take it Kat, take all of it.” He was fucking me so hard I was gasping for air and moaning, I was not in control of my body anymore. He leaned down and sucked on my earlobe and then whispered “Kat, your pussy is dripping for me. I want to make you cum. Do you think you can do that Kat? Can you cum when I tell you to?” I shook my head yes at him and winced with ecstasy. He grabbed my thighs and sat up a bit but still stayed intimately and pulled my hips up and thrusted hard. He spent some time after that pulling in and out slowly while he found his rhythm. He began to moan with me, heavily, he was enjoying this as much as I was. His eyes met mine, “You are so fucking wet”, he moaned and tried to gather himself but it was too late, he was on the edge. “Kat, cum for me, cum for me right nowwwwww!” He grabbed me with all of his might and fury and bit down on my shoulder. Our genitals were throbbing, bouncing off of one another. We shook and convulsed when we came together. “Jesus Christ Kat, who the fuck are you? You fucking blindsided me. I need to make this pussy mine.”

My judge friend

To most people I’m a saint. I’ve had my share of hanging out with friends in bars, but the one night stand just never worked out for me. When I met my husband at 27 (pretty late) he was my first. My first kiss, my first time and I’ve never experienced anything with anyone else before or since. We’ve tried a few things, but nothing crazy. I’ve had fantasies of course, but they’re just that fantasies, and unlike my husband who seems incapable of going 24 hours without getting a hard on twice, they’re rare, and easily dismissed. Outside of the bedroom I never liked to show or tease. So over all, I think it’s safe to say I’m at least very restrained when it comes to sex. However, compared to my judge friend, I’m a complete pervert.

Colin & Kat – Part 1 (M/F, workplace affair, infidelity, seduction, passionate)

I got to the meeting a little early and took my seat at the far end of the table. Eventually people starting to arrive filling in the empty spaces around me. I looked up from my phone casually every few minutes to smile at my coworkers and the guests arriving. Lost in my email, I heard a coy laugh that sent chills over my body. When I looked up I saw him. Our eyes locked immediately, he had a genuine heir of swagger and sex that made me instantly intrigued. I tried to hide my eager smile, but it was too late, he saw me and I knew I had him when he sat next to me and leaned in to introduce himself. He put his bag down on the ground between our chairs and made a point to brush my arm with his as he took his seat. I smiled and he took my hand and said, “Nice to meet you, I’m Colin.” “Kat, I said.” I’ve heard a lot about you.” And I had, Colin was a golden boy in the eyes of my colleagues. He was the brains behind our new campaign and for the ad agency that my company used. For over a year now I’ve been hearing how amazing Colin was. And now here he was.

[FM] Darkness | Erotic Sex Stories

[Darkness | Erotic Sex Stories](https://www.dogelink.top/2019/10/darkness-free-erotic-sex-stories.html)

I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.

I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel like a queen.

I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs.

Fun at the spa [mf]

true story about a fun at the spa

A NIGHT AT THE SPA

The gravel crunched under my tires as we pulled into a dark empty car park. After a long week at work I had booked a spa evening for me and my fiancée April planning to relax and unwind. We stepped out of the car into the frigid November air I locked it behind me and followed April toward the spa. April was visibly shivering her normally ivory skin turned a rosy pink that I could make out even in the low light of the carpark. She looked beautiful her long blonde hair up in a bun showering of her lovely neckline, her red Cath Kidston glasses were hiding her amazing blue eyes. Tonight, she was in a pair of black high waisted skinny jeans that showed of her long legs, a white Levi t-shirt and form fitting black leather jacket. As we walked into the lobby I could help staring at her tight ass in those jeans, thinking to myself what I lucky man I was. We went up to the counter and rang the bell after a few minutes of waiting a young girl came out of the back room to meet us. “welcome to the garden spa how can I help you tonight?” she asked with a smile. “hey, I booked to use the spa for me and my partner tonight, looks a little quite.” I reply looking through a window in the lobby to the pool in the next room. “yeah actually you guys are our only booking tonight. As she was speaking, she typed on the pc in front of her “there you are all booked in if you need anything will be n the back room just doing some paper work have fun!” she said waving us in the spa. We had been here before but never this late and never on our own. “see you in a sec” April said giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into the changing room to get her bikini on.