Parental Guidance Required (My First Attempt at Erotica)

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing Erotica, so there may be stuff in here that could absolutely be improved. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticism in the comments telling me what you did/didn’t like and/or what you think I should do differently! It is my second draft of the story, but it still isn’t complete (had an ending but it sucked). Honestly, not sure where to take it from here (if it even needs to go longer, who knows?)

Parental Guidance Required:

The living room wasn’t very big. The center of it was dominated by a large, square coffee table cluttered with med surg books, fast food wrappers, and the odd sock or two. Two recliners reserved for Mom and Dad (or the dog when Dad was gone) were positioned along the south wall. Layla and myself were laying on a couch along the northern wall. A large TV showing *Gold Rush* stood atop the entertainment center on the west wall, which opened to a hallway on its south end. Layla’s younger brother was sitting on the eastern couch trying to watch the TV show.

[B/S incest] Chloe’s Addiction

I rubbed my pussy vigorously, remembering the time I was kicked out of school. Well, the first school I was kicked out of anyway.

I went into the boys toilets to let one fuck me, just so I could go back to class with cum on my shirt and feeling as naughty as possible. I never got as far back as class though, finding myself in the heads office. Trying to seduce him to keep him from telling my parents hadn’t gone down well, but one of my favourite memories to masturbate to remains to be when I walked out of his office to the other students all calling me a slut. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face at the time and my pussy was on fire.

That day was the first time I remembered wondering if I had an addiction. I have since become certain of it.

I squirmed as I came for the fourth time that day. Most people’s hobbies included sports or video games. My one and only hobby was intense sexual pleasure. My pussy usually started the day a very bright pink, but at this moment, it was a vibrant and swollen red. I moaned as I sucked off my cum from my fingers.

A Night at the Theater…

My wife Susan and I were out drinking one night in San Diego, celebrating something long forgotten. Back then this was the “old’ San Diego, when it was still a real Navy town, filled with dive bars, adult bookstores and sleazy theaters. At the time, we were both in our early 30s, Susan was very attractive, long brown hair, 38D, and with a beautiful shaved pussy. We staggered out of one bar and headed up Broadway to another when we passed and adult theater. Susan grabbed my arm and said, “Come on, let’s go in, I want you to fuck me in there.”

I was more than happy to go along, so I paid the man and we entered the dark theater. I held her hand as we stayed in the back of the theater so our eyes could adjust to the darkness. On the screen a large breasted blonde was bent over and being fucked from behind by a large black cock, her face buried in a very tasty looking pussy.

You.

It’s… you.

I have to stop in the doorway of the conference room, pretending to check my phone, which I almost drop as I pull it from my pocket.

It’s you. I knew someone from your company had been scheduled to appear today but I never once thought it would be you. After all, you live hundreds of miles away and in spite of years- years! – of hard core online flirtation, we have never met.

Until now. You’re here, and I don’t know what to say or do or even think. I stay paused, letting Derek and Melissa pass by me, giggling and making you look up and before I can stop myself I duck from the room again, pretending to take a call.

You. Terrifyingly intelligent, acid tongued and so beautiful it has my heart knocking in my chest, trying to force its way up my throat.

I turn toward the room again, slowly, pretending to adjust my glasses while hiding my face. You haven’t seen me yet and I need that element of surprise, to catch you as off guard as you’ve done me.

Losing my Bisexual Virginity [MM]

It all happened when I was 21 and stuck in my hometown. I had just been brutally broken up with a few months earlier and was still devastated by it. Out of nowhere a good friend of mine pulls me aside and, out of character for him, asks if he can ask me a question and keep it between us. Not having a reason to distrust him I tell him sure. He then asks if he can fuck me.

I was blindsided. I had no idea how to respond. I stood there for a moment and tried to pick out words, any words, of “No… Maybe…I’m not sure?” which surprised me as I was 100% straight! He realized I needed some time to think about it and told me to just let him know and his next Saturday was free. For that or just to hang out.

Fucking in the Forest – a better work out than hiking [MF]

When you meet a guy, he makes you laugh, and somehow convinces you to fuck, in a forest, in winter…

I like a decent build-up in these things, but if you want to skip to the actual good stuff, scroll to the capital letters!

Let’s call him Sam. We were the same age, and he… well, he made me grin. It helped that he had the best body I have EVER seen. Dirty blonde hair, tall enough to stand head and shoulders above me, trimmed beard, biceps that I had to use two hands to get my hands around, and the cutest butt that you just want to bite. He was the kind of guy that looked best in a shirt, just tight enough for the buttons to strain over the muscles. In short, a total dreamboat and one that I was pretty darn chuffed was actually into me.

Southern Wonderland [MF] [Ebony] [Creampie]

*[Disclaimer –I haven’t written sex fiction in a year so I am a bit rusty. I am not American but* *I like the South for its texture and vibrancy. Obviously I won’t get every detail and nuance completely correct so forgive me in advance for that. I specialise in Ebony erotica because we are underrepresented in NSFW circles. Enjoy the story and imagine the characters as if they are you. Go to *** for all the nasty NSFW sex shit LOL. Enjoy <3]*

Summer – Somewhere in the South

Vivian looked around at this city in the South and rolled her eyes a little bit. She just came from Paris – her alltime favourite city with its cobbled streets, magnificent architecture and illicit burlesque clubs in the Pigalle neighbourhood that she loved so much. Some people would call Vivian an *Afropolitan* – an African jetsetter who knows more about Monaco, St Tropez and Miami than about struggle, war or poverty which is what people think Africa is all about. Her gilded world of private jet travel on the African continent always shocked people who didn’t know her when she came on holiday. Now she was in the South in town for a wedding of her best friend.

My [21] boyfriend [23] showed his coworker [40s ] a porn video he made with me. [MMF]

First of all, for those who follow me, I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I started a new job, went back to school, and moved, all within the span of about 6 weeks, so it’s been hectic.

My boyfriend, Drake, likes to partake in risky/kinky sexual endeavours with me, and I post them here sometimes. You can check my profile for more of our crazy sex stories! ;)

There’s a bit of backstory, but if you want to skip ahead to the really good bits, they start where it says “THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING”.

Drake’s a professional musician, but he worked at an auto shop as a mechanic for several years before going full time with his music. During slow periods (such as right now; his band recently signed to a new label so it’s been a dead couple of weeks for him while they transfer over management and begin booking shows and events under the new label) he still gets flag time there sometimes, and will come in part time sporadically throughout the year to help with especially heavy days and big projects.

Bought a dog collar [MF]

I should start with a description of myself, I’m 5’2” and 135lbs (36”27”39”) wide hips (I did indeed get them from my momma) Hispanic/Spaniard all around mutt really so I have a pretty face, brunette. My husband is 6’3” and 240lbs so he is muscular and broad shouldered but oddly toned like how?? Anyway I wanted to look for a way to ease him into my kinks so I went to Petsmart and bought a beautiful black dog collar with red roses and a big black buckle.

Today he came home early and we ran some errands but when we got home I could feel him radiating with tension. I assumed he’d want to have sex because he rubbed his dick on my ass before he woke up to work. So he was riled up all day and so was I.

He was on his phone in a T-shirt and grey sweatpants, I could see the outline of his erection through them. I thought “why the hell not?!” (I usually don’t interrupt him when he’s on his phone he gets serious) so I rubbed his cock through his pants and told him to take them off, he dropped his eyes to my lips and I swear I’ve never seen a man strip so fast.

Crash for the night (Part III) [MM]

“We are both hard again, so I guess we are not” He said as he walked towards me out of the bathroom.
He hadn’t done a very good job drying himself. His hair, both on his head and on top of his cock, was still wet and a drop of water was sitting on the edge of his nose.
“You don’t take long in between, do you?” I asked rhetorically. He had only been in the bathroom for less than 10 mins. To walk out with an erection (or a semi-erection) was awfully impressive a 30+ year old man.
“You don’t take long either.” He said.
“I have been hard for a long time. Hearing you moan as I sucked your delicious cock and ate your asshole really turned me on.” I intended for this to sound somewhat seductive and it did.
“Yeah..” He said and trailed off for a second. “That was good.”
“First time?” I asked.
“Yeah. I am gonna have to teach Mark that trick.”
“Mark? who is Mark?”
“Mark is the guy that comes over to watch porn and fuck that I was telling you about. He used to be my neighbor. Nice guy. Not too bad looking either. Nice long cock. Tries to choke me sometimes. That bitch.”
“Sounds nice. When is the wedding?” I said mockingly.
“Labor Day,” he said sarcastically “but it’s off if he doesn’t learn to lick my asshole like you.”
“I do lessons at the Y on Monday’s and Wednesday’s” I responded with the same level of sarcasm. “You guys ever fuck?”
“I can’t take anything in my asshole. I tried a few times…finger or even a pencil. It didn’t work.”
“I felt it open under my tongue. Maybe that’s what you need?”
“Maybe.” He was thinking about it.
“What about Mark?”
“Oh he is a freak. He has a nice thick black dildo. He loves it when I finger him when I suck his dick. I fucked his asshole a couple of times too.”
“Was it nice?” I asked as innocently as I could, trying to make it seem like I had never done that.
“What? fucking his ass? Oh, it is.” I smiled. “His asshole is nice and elastic so you can shove your cock in there deep but it’s not too loose. When we go, I go to town on his ass. He likes to be laid flat on his back and jack hammered. He can come just from being ass fucked, its amazing. One time…”