Category: eroticliterature

Is She Really? [M26 F24 F24] [Masturbation] [Dirty Talk] [Oral] [Outercourse]

“Check it out. She’s asleep.”

I glanced over to my fiancée on the couch next to me. Sure enough, Sadie lay snuggled up against the edge of the sofa dozing peacefully, her head resting on its arm. The light from the television played across her face, making her somewhat intimidatingly beautiful features appear softer, less striking. Even sleeping, she looked heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

“Her mouth’s open,” her best friend Piper said, snickering and nudging me with her elbow.

I stifled a laugh not wanting to disturb her and ruin the image. It made me smile seeing Sadie in such an innocent state with her jaw slack and lips parted. It was quite a natural, pure moment for what was otherwise a very fastidious girl. I was almost tempted to take a picture and capture the adorable moment forever. Until Piper’s next comment turned it from sweet to salacious.

“Do you think she’s dreaming about taking a dick inside of it?” Read more »

Looking for opinions on a little book I’ve started writing in the form of diary entries. It’s about a woman in her 20’s whom faces difficulties coping with occupied Guernsey, and her lust/love/obsession with the German officer staying within the home.

My book is set in 1940 Guernsey just as Germany has occupied. It’s written in the style of a diary entries from a young woman in her 20’s
The grammar etc needs work so I shall fix those things down the line, but would like to get some thoughts on it so far.

Thanks in advance.

4th July 1940

It has finally happened, the Germans have occupied Guernsey. My heart sinks at the thought that we have been abandoned by our Government. Our Island already living in fear now faces darker times ahead of uncertainty.

We have been informed that a soldier of the enemy shall shortly occupy our property for work, We do not have luxury of a study and so I assume that one of the bedrooms shall serve the purpose. I know Mother will have me running around for said enemy in order to keep the peace. She is far too consenting, even with things she disagrees with.
She was the same with my Father before he left her for another woman on the Island, and even his behaviour she defended.
Her compliance to everything fills me with anger and annoyance. Read more »

After the Rehearsal Dinner – [F33/M33] – Bride, Cuckold, Submission, Symbolism, Creampie – Part Two

Sally [F33] stood, back against the wall, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Beneath her white wedding dress, she could feel the sweat forming in the small of her back from the exertion of her last orgasm. Here she was, the night before her wedding, submitting to a man who drove her absolutely insane. A man who was not her fiancé.
He [M33] took her hand gently, and led Sally to the bed, and she obediently got on her knees without a word. She could see the sheen of wet fabric on the front of His black suit pants, and knew His cock was leaking precum, her favorite addiction. She skillfully unbuckled His leather belt, and unzipped His trousers. Happily, she discovered that He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as she wrapped her hand around His hard cock, she was in heaven.
Sally looked up at him and made constant eye contact as she first licked the clear sticky precum off His head, and then when she took Him into her mouth. Opening wide, she took the entire length of Him, until she felt her face pressed against His pubic hair and His warm balls against her chin. She wrapped a hand around His ass, and pulled him closer, gently fucking her own mouth.
He let a low moan, almost like pain, but she felt His cock throb in her throat and knew she was pleasing him.
“You make a beautiful bride Sally, you look gorgeous in your dress. Is this the first time you’ve really worn it?”
She moaned affirmatively with His cock in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin and the cleavage of her dress.
“You’re going to wear that gold band tomorrow during the ceremony, aren’t you? The mark of your submission and which marks you as mine?”
Again, Sally moaned with a mouth full of cock.
“You’ve done a nice job memorizing your wedding vows, but we’ll see how well you deliver them under pressure later tonight.”
Her bare pussy was on fire beneath the soft fabric as she kneeled on the floor, aching for Him and needing to submit to Him again tonight.
He ran His hand through her dark hair and praised her, fucking her mouth and letting her taste and feel His raw unrestrained power.
Finally, the time had come, Sally had felt His balls contract as He neared orgasm and slowed her pace. She didn’t want him to cum in her mouth, at least not right now. She needed him inside, she wanted to feel him drip from her tomorrow.
He reached down and slowly pulled her face away from His cock, pulling her up to her feet. Almost as soon as she was standing, He was kissing her deeply, their tongues passionately dancing.
He placed an arm across the small of her back and slowly turned them both, and laid her down on the bed. Her mind was racing out of control, this is how she imagined her wedding night would be, but Travis was not capable of this. Only this could draw this goddess out of her.
He hiked her dress up until He could see the bright pink between her soft full thighs, and as she reached down to guide His cock into her, He bent His legs and went slow and deep with that first thrust. In response, Sally gasped, almost as if He had driven the air right out of her lungs, the feeling of completeness washing over her.
As He slowly fucked her, Sally knew what He wanted. There in her beautiful handmade wedding dress, the night before her wedding, her fiancée off god knows where, and this man’s cock filling her. Sally made eye contact with him and slowly removed the gold band from her right hand, and with total sincerity on her face, slid it onto her left ring finger. This depraved mark of submission, she was His.
Watching Sally take this step, He fucked her deeper and harder, building an orgasm in them both. Sally began to beg for His cum, as if she had never wanted anything more in her life. She felt His soft balls against her ass, the sound of their skin pressed together with each thrust, and He squeezed her thighs to His chest and with a low moan, filled her with thick hot cum. Feeling that first throb of His orgasm, Sally lost control and came on His cock, melting into the bed as her pussy soaked them both, soaking the fabric of her wedding dress.
He never broke eye contact as they each caught their breath, savoring the raw intimate intensity of the moment.
She didn’t know what else He had in mind for them tonight, but she knew that He was the exception to her wedding vows. That they both knew it would continue.

A Sissy Takes Off [M34/F25] [RimJob] [Anal] [DeepThroat]

Shortly after the first professional shot pictures of my sissy girlfriend went online the inboxes were filled to the brim. Most of the messages were horny men asking for more a pictures, telling my girlfriend that they wanted to fuck her or just were saying something pointless like hi or hey. My girlfriend clearly liked the attention she got. The compliments made her more self conscious. It all made her hungry for more.

Luckily there were some serious job offers buried beneath all the spam and horny messages. Some people actually really wanted to book my sissy girlfriend for a photo shooting for their businesses and web pages. Due the fact that I had more experience with business things – thirty four year me had seen a fair share of negotiating in his life – I handled the requests.

Most of the requests led nowhere: The first conversations went silent when I told the potential customers that my girlfriend wasn’t available for erotic or pornographic shootings. The next, and the by far biggest part of requests dropped when I told them that some sort of compensation has to be made. Read more »

The handjob from Haven [M18/F18 con vanilla]

Haven was the ‘new girl’ in our small sleepy town.

Her family was poor and lived two houses down in a trailer near our church.

If we were the good church going kids, she was the antithesis of that.

She had a smoking body and knew it. She was nothing but trouble.

In the summer, she would lay on her front porch, scantily clad in a bikini for all of our town to see.

The few times she came to our church she dressed in a way that made the men and a few women blush.

My senior year, I tried to hit on her, but I had never even kissed a girl at this point in my life. Every time she said hi, I would get too choked up to say anything to her.

My family was by no means rich, which meant that we rode the bus every day of our life until we graduated.

As a senior, I sat in the back of the bus. Not because I was cool, but because I wanted to be left alone by everyone. Read more »

Dance With Me And Fuck Me After [FM][Vanilla][F32]

Hey, come on, don’t be shy now!

I know you can dance, and I know you have held a woman before. You aren’t shy when you joke with me, or others. You can hold your own, so now you can hold me.

That’s right, hand on my hips, the other holding mine — you know how this works. 

Swing me around a little, smile at me, take my breath away in a harmless manner. There’s nothing wrong with any of this, don’t worry. Just shove me around, whirl me, woo me.

Don’t give me that look like you are questioning me, I don’t need that right now. Yes, I know my husband’s over there, and I know he’s staring. He’s good at that, the silent glares and quiet stares. But he doesn’t know what else to do, with anything. 

He doesn’t know that he has a divorce coming up, in about a year or two. He doesn’t know that he’ll divorce me in the end, that I won’t ever do it on my own. I like his money, and I like that he can’t dance, and I like that he knows it. Read more »

A Sadist’s Kiss – Part 2 [M34/F29][Flogging, Whipping, Aftercare]

[Part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12wg8v1/a_sadists_kiss_m34f29teasing_face_slapping/)

Hey romance lovers and kinksters, a second snippet, part of a different scene from the story I’m currently working on. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

___________________________________

[…]

“Shush now, let’s just watch.” Before Alyssa could argue more with Gaby, a deafening crack in the air pulled her attention towards the stage. If she wouldn’t know him being a complete professional, she could’ve sworn he did that on purpose to silence her, but in reality it was only to prepare the sub for the upcoming blows.

With an unhurried motion, Master Cole unraveled the single tail whip until the leather implement touched the ground. He carefully took a couple of steps further back and with a single swift swing, the whip’s head dug into the sub’s back leaving her shivering.

“Turn around!” Cole walked around her and repositioned the woman with her back to the audience so they could admire his work of art. Alyssa’s eyes opened wider at the beautiful sight and her lips parted unwillingly when she saw Cole’s forearm flexing as his grip around the whip’s handle tightened.

​

Crack… crack… crack.

​ Read more »

Another date (22M/22F, Light bondage)

About a week after we started hooking up again, I took Courtney out for drinks. She was wearing an open back maroon dress that emphasized her distracting assets, the lack of stitch lines demonstrating what threads she was missing. Black strappy heels hugged her ankles and calves, clicking as we walked to the table. She wanted my full attention, and she definitely had it.

We started with small talk, catching up on things we had missed in each other’s lives. Classes taken, hearts broken, hobbies and interests forsaken; the usual topics for friends that hadn’t spoken in some time. That’s what I liked about her; she had a personality I could get along with. Our relationship was not pure sex.

But her foot rubbing my leg kept my mind on sex.

The restaurant was dim. Dark enough that it was hard for others to see what she was doing to me. It was impossible to see my body’s response. Courtney let her foot travel up my leg, and smirked when she felt its response. I countered by rubbing my nails up the side and back of her thigh. Read more »

The man across the street in the window – [35M/F] [Outfits, High hells, strangers]

We both live in big city sky rise apartments. Your building across the street from mine, a few floors up, which gives you a perfect view into my window. You are confident I’ve never seen you, you don’t make a habit of making much to see publicly. You’ve seen me though… oh boy have you seen me.

I have wide tall windows exposing my entire living room, and another smaller window into my adjacent bedroom. The first time I caught your eye was by total accident, but it was hard for you not to notice my date bent over the back of my couch in the living room as I had my way with her from behind. This moment caused you to look down at my window every night.

You began learning my schedule and routine a bit, and you got yourself a pair of binoculars after a few weeks. My window was better than HBO at least once every two weeks, sometimes twice a weekend. It was clear I wasn’t in a relationship, as there was different women coming and going. You’d see familiar faces now and then, but nothing indicated I was in an ongoing relationship, and they would rarely stay the night after the fun was done. Read more »