#EroticStories

[realsgwife]

Gloryhole

"How many more hours until we land?" Sally asked, her voice a soft blend of boredom and hope. 

"Just three more," the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, the words echoing through the cabin. 

Her eyes flicked to the younger steward passing by, his name tag glinting in the artificial light. Kenneth. She had noticed him during the pre-flight briefing, his energy a stark contrast to the weariness that seemed to cling to the rest of the crew. 

"Would you like me to bring you anything?" Kenneth offered, pausing in his steps. 

Sally considered the offer, her eyes lingering on the tray of beverages he balanced with ease. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." 

His smile was polite, yet there was something in his eyes that made her look away, a spark of curiosity that seemed to dance around the edges of propriety. She couldn't quite place it, but it was there. 

The flight to Amsterdam dragged on, the hum of the aircraft's engines lulling the passengers into a state of forced tranquility. Sally went through the motions of her job, serving drinks and reassuring nervous flyers, all the while aware of Kenneth's glances. He was new, she had heard, a junior steward eager to make a good impression. 

After the final meal service, she found herself in the galley, her hands trembling slightly as she washed the last of the dishes. Kenneth appeared beside her, his youthful face a stark contrast to her own reflection in the stainless steel. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low. 

Sally took a deep breath, pushing down the flutter in her stomach. "Just tired," she lied. 

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long before he spoke again. "I know a great place for dinner when we land. Care to join me?" 

Her heart skipped. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her out, especially someone so much younger. But something about the way he said it, the confidence in his tone, made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in years. 

"I'd love to," she said, her voice a little too bright. 

The remaining hours of the flight seemed to stretch on forever, but finally, the wheels of the aircraft touched down on Dutch soil. The passengers applauded, jolting Sally out of her daydream. As they filed off the plane, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation for what the night might hold. 

Once they had cleared customs and collected their luggage, Kenneth led her through the bustling streets of Amsterdam. The city was alive with a vibrant energy that made Sally feel both invigorated and slightly overwhelmed. She had been to the city before, but never like this. 

"I know just the spot," he said, guiding her down a narrow alleyway. "It's a local favorite." 

The restaurant was tucked away, a cozy little place with candles flickering on the tables and the scent of garlic and wine in the air. Kenneth ordered for them in Dutch, his accent surprisingly good for someone who had only learned the language for his job. 

The conversation flowed easily between them, a mix of work stories and shared laughter. He was charming, attentive, and she found herself relaxing in his company. The wine helped, too. 

As the meal drew to a close, Kenneth leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "There's something else I want to show you. Something...different." 

Her eyes widened slightly, but she felt a thrill of excitement. "Okay," she said, her voice a breathy agreement. 

They stepped out into the cool night air, the cobblestones slippery under her heels. Kenneth took her hand, leading her through a maze of streets that grew darker and quieter until they stopped in front of a nondescript shop with a green neon sign. 

"This is it," he said, pushing open the door. 

The smell of cannabis hit her like a wave, thick and pungent. Sally had never been in a place like this before, but she didn't protest. Instead, she allowed herself to be led into the warm, dimly lit space, where the walls were lined with jars of colorful buds and the air was hazy with the sweet scent of marijuana. Kenneth moved with ease, pointing out different strains and explaining their effects with the enthusiasm of a sommelier discussing fine wine. 

"So, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. 

"It's...interesting," Sally said, her cheeks flushing. She had always been curious about the infamous Amsterdam coffee shops, but had never had the nerve to visit one alone. 

"You should try it," Kenneth encouraged, his voice a gentle coax. "It'll help you relax." 

They sat in a corner booth, the glow from the neon lights casting an otherworldly hue on their faces. Sally took a tentative puff from the joint he had rolled for her, feeling the smoke fill her lungs before releasing it in a slow exhale. The conversation grew easier as the tension between them loosened, the topics veering from the mundane to the intimate. Kenneth spoke of his past relationships with a candidness that surprised her, and she found herself opening up about her own divorce. 

As the effects of the weed began to settle in, the edges of the world grew softer, the sounds of the city outside muffled. Sally felt a warm buzz spread through her body, a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in years. Kenneth's hand brushed against hers on the table, and she didn't pull away. 

"Ready for the next adventure?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. 

Her heart racing, Sally nodded. Kenneth stood, offering her his hand once more, and they left the coffee shop, the night air feeling electric on her skin. They wove through the streets, their destination an adult shop with a neon sign that blinked in the shadows. 

The interior was a riot of colors and textures, a playground for grown-ups with a penchant for the taboo. Kenneth's grip tightened around her hand as they ventured deeper into the store, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. Sally's eyes widened as she took in the array of toys and devices displayed before her. 

"Let's check this out," Kenneth said, pointing to a curtained-off area in the back. 

Her heart racing, Sally followed him into the dimly lit space. It was a mini-theater, lined with small booths, each with a peephole at eye level. Kenneth's gaze was mischievous as he whispered, "These are the video booths." 

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what they were. "I've never..." she trailed off, not sure if she was ready for this. 

"Come on," he urged, his voice low and thrilling. "It's just a bit of fun. You can watch whatever you like." 

With a deep breath, Sally stepped into one of the booths. Kenneth inserted some coins and the screen flickered to life with a scene that was both shocking and intriguing. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment, but also a thrill of curiosity. 

As the minutes ticked by, she found herself drawn into the scenes playing out before her. Kenneth's hand rested lightly on her shoulder, his presence comforting in this alien world. The films grew more explicit, and she felt her body responding in ways she had long forgotten. 

"You should try the gloryhole," Kenneth suggested, his voice thick with suggestion. 

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't deny the sudden interest that piqued within her. "What's that?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. 

He chuckled, his hand moving to her chin to turn her face towards him. "It's a hole in the wall," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You can...interact with the person on the other side." 

Sally's heart was racing now, the weed making her senses heightened and her inhibitions lowered. She watched as Kenneth stepped into the booth beside hers, the wall between them thin enough to feel his presence like a heartbeat. The screen in her booth flickered with a new scene, a woman eagerly tasting a man's cock through a similar hole. 

Her eyes darted to the side, where she saw the shadow of a figure moving in the neighboring booth. The man was tall, with dark skin that stood out against the red light that bathed the small space. He had noticed them, his gaze lingering on Sally before he reached down to unbuckle his pants. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes wide as Kenneth stepped aside, revealing the gloryhole between their booths. 

"You said you were curious," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Go on, touch it." 

Sally's hand hovered over the gloryhole, her heart racing. The stranger's cock was indeed large and uncut, the skin velvety and unkempt. She could see the shine of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The smell was overpowering, a mix of bodily fluids and something she couldn't quite place. It was definitely not the clean, minty scent she was used to. 

Kenneth's eyes held hers, the dare clear in his gaze. "Go on," he urged, his voice low and hungry. "You know you want to." 

Sally's curiosity won out over her shyness. She leaned closer, her hand shaking as she reached through the gloryhole. The cock in front of her was indeed uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening tip. She took a tentative sniff, the scent of unwashed skin and musk heavy in the air. It was a stark contrast to the pristine hotel rooms and expensive cologne she was used to, but there was something raw and thrilling about it that made her pulse quicken. 

"Go on," Kenneth murmured, his hand sliding around her waist to rest on the small of her back. "You know you want to taste it." 

Sally's heart was racing, but she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. She leaned closer, her eyes fixed on the stranger's cock, her hand hovering just out of reach. The man watched her, his eyes glinting with lust in the dim light. Kenneth's hand gave her a gentle nudge, and she leaned in, her nose brushing against the velvety skin. The smell was strong, a mix of unwashed flesh and the faint tang of urine. It was unlike anything she had ever encountered before, but she found herself inexplicably drawn to it. 

"Taste it," Kenneth whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I dare you." 

Sally's eyes flicked to the stranger's cock, the challenge in Kenneth's voice egging her on. She leaned closer, her hand wrapping around the shaft as she took the first tentative lick. The taste was overpowering, a mix of salt and something faintly bitter, the smell of unwashed skin and the musky scent of smegma. It was a world away from the clean, soapedy flavor she was accustomed to. But there was something undeniably thrilling about the raw, unfiltered nature of it all. 

The man on the other side of the wall grunted, his hips jerking slightly. She could feel his excitement through the thin barrier, his cock twitching in her hand. Kenneth's hand slipped around her waist, his fingers ghosting over her hip to rest on her zipper. 

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper. "Show him how much you want it." 

Her resolve crumbling, Sally took the stranger's cock into her mouth, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation. It was thick and heavy, the uncut skin sliding over the head as she sucked and licked. The taste grew stronger, the smell of male arousal filling her nostrils. Kenneth's hand grew bolder, slipping into her pants to find her wetness. 

Her mind raced with the reality of what she was doing, the taboo nature of the act making her pulse pound in her ears. But she couldn't deny the thrill of it, the way her body responded to the anonymous cock in her mouth and Kenneth's touch on her clit. 

The stranger's breath grew ragged, his hands gripping the edges of the booth. Sally's cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her eyes watering from the effort. Kenneth's fingers worked in time with her bobbing head, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. 

"You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice a mix of amazement and lust. "You're going to make him cum." 

The thought sent a bolt of excitement through her, and she redoubled her efforts, her mouth sliding up and down the shaft with newfound vigor. The man's hips began to buck, his breathing growing erratic. Kenneth's hand was a blur between her legs, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. 

Suddenly, the stranger pulled his cock back, his hand appearing through the gloryhole. "Let me touch you," he rasped, his accent thick and unfamiliar. 

Sally's eyes flew open, meeting Kenneth's intense gaze. He gave her a nod of encouragement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Go ahead," he whispered, his hand leaving her pussy to give her a gentle push towards the hole. 

Her knees wobbled as she stepped onto the stool, her body now perfectly aligned with the opening. The stranger's hand was rough and warm as it slipped into her pants, his calloused fingers finding her clit with surprising precision. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly against his touch. 

"So wet," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "You like it, don't you?" 

Sally couldn't find the words to respond, her mind a whirl of sensations. Kenneth stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell him how much you like it," he urged, his own hand moving to cup her breast, squeezing gently. 

"Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible. The stranger's fingers worked in tandem with Kenneth's, sending her closer and closer to the edge. Her hand reached back, gripping the wall for support as she rode the wave of pleasure. 

"Tell him you want him," Kenneth whispered, his voice a dark seduction. 

Sally's eyes squeezed shut, the words leaving her mouth in a shaky moan. "I want you." 

The stranger's hand withdrew, leaving her panting and exposed. Kenneth's grip on her waist tightened. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding around to unbutton her blouse. "Now, let him see you." 

Her shirt fell open, revealing her lacy bra and the fullness of her breasts. The stranger's eyes went wide with lust, his cock jutting back through the hole, demanding attention. Kenneth stepped aside, his own arousal evident in his tight pants. 

"Show him," he whispered, his voice a siren's call. 

With trembling hands, Sally reached back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the booth brushed against her nipples, making them peak with excitement. The stranger's hand reached out again, his thumb tracing a line from her navel to her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. 

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice a gruff growl. "Now, sit on the chair and face me." 

Sally did as she was told, her legs trembling as she sat down, her back to the wall. Kenneth moved behind her, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. 

The stranger's eyes were glued to her pussy, his hand stroking his cock in a mesmerizing rhythm. "So beautiful," he said, his voice a low growl. 

Sally felt a strange mix of embarrassment and power as she watched him watch her, his desire laid bare. Kenneth's hands moved to her hips, urging her closer to the gloryhole. 

"I want to feel you," the stranger said, his voice hoarse with need. 

Sally leaned forward, her breath hitching as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her folds. Kenneth's hands moved to her hips, guiding her as she slid down onto the stranger's shaft. It was thick and unyielding, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. 

The stranger's eyes never left hers as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Kenneth's hands remained on her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples, his breath hot against her neck. 

"That's it," Kenneth murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Take it all." 

The stranger's grip on her hips grew firmer, his strokes growing faster. Sally could feel the tension building within her, the pressure mounting with every thrust. Kenneth leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, searching kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of the cock inside her. 

"I'm going to cum," the stranger groaned, his voice strained. "I want to cum in your mouth." 

Sally's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body on fire with lust. Kenneth stepped aside, allowing her to lean forward. The stranger's cock slipped out of her pussy with a wet sound, and she took it in her hand, eager to please. 

"Yeah," he hissed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take it all." 

With a deep breath, Sally opened her mouth, the taste of the stranger's cock still lingering on her tongue. He thrust into her mouth, his movements growing erratic as he approached climax. Kenneth watched, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants. 

The stranger's cock swelled, and with a final grunt, he exploded, hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, the salty taste mixing with the lingering scent of his arousal. He pulled out, his cock spurting the last drops onto her face, his hand moving to rub the remaining semen into her hair. 

Sally's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she licked her lips, the taste of him still there, the act of degradation strangely exhilarating. Kenneth's hand reached out, his thumb tracing the line of cum on her cheek before sliding into her mouth, allowing her to share in the act. 

The stranger's hand withdrew, the tension in the booth palpable. Sally's chest heaved with every breath, her body still thrumming with unspent desire. Kenneth's eyes searched hers, his own need clear. 

"Your turn," he murmured, spinning her around with surprising strength. Her legs trembled as she faced the wall of screens, the images flickering with the depraved acts of strangers. Kenneth stepped behind her, his hands sliding down her body to grip her hips. 

"I want you to watch," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want you to see how much I want you." 

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her swollen pussy. Sally could feel the heat of him, the throbbing length that promised to fill her completely. With a groan, he thrust into her, his cock sliding in with ease. 

"Oh God," she moaned, her eyes locked on the screen. The woman on the screen was being fucked from behind, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Sally felt a strange kinship with the performer, her own body mirroring the depraved scene. 

Kenneth's thrusts grew harder, his grip on her hips unyielding. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She reached up, her hand gripping the edge of the booth for support as he pounded into her, her breasts bouncing with every impact. 

"Look at them," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Look at how much they're enjoying it." 

Her eyes darted from screen to screen, each one more depraved than the last. Men and women in every conceivable position, all caught in the throes of passion. It was a visual symphony of lust, and she was the star performer in her own private show. 

The stranger in the next booth watched them, his hand moving in time with Kenneth's thrusts. Sally felt a thrill of exhibitionism, the idea of being watched adding a new layer of excitement. Kenneth's hand reached around her, his thumb finding her clit as he fucked her standing up. 

"Cum for me," he growled, his hips slamming into her. "Cum for them." 

The pressure inside her grew, a delicious ache that she knew would soon become unbearable. The stranger's eyes never left hers, his gaze hungry as he stroked his own cock, watching her every move. 

And then it was too much. Sally's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shuddering with the force of it. Kenneth's name was a scream on her lips, the sound muffled by the walls of the booth. The stranger's hand shot through the gloryhole, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer to his cock. 

Her mouth opened, her eyes locked on the woman on the screen as she took the stranger in again, her movements sloppy and desperate. Kenneth's hand tightened on her clit, his other hand pulling her hips back to meet every thrust. 

The stranger groaned, his cum spurting through the hole and onto her face. Sally swallowed, the taste of the anonymous man mixing with her own arousal. Kenneth's strokes grew erratic, his breathing ragged. 

With a final grunt, he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing with every spurt of seed. Sally leaned against the wall, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Kenneth kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. 

"You were amazing," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. 

They stepped out of the booth, their clothes disheveled and their bodies still humming with desire. Sally felt a strange sense of liberation, as if she had shed a layer of herself that she had been carrying for too long. Kenneth handed her a tissue, his smile wicked. 

"Ready for the next round?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Sally looked up at him, her heart racing. "What's next?" she breathed, her voice a seductive challenge. 

He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "The night's still young," he whispered. "And I have so much more to show you." 

With a wink, he led her out of the adult shop and into the night, the neon lights of Amsterdam beckoning them with the promise of more secrets and sins to be shared. 

"You left something behind," Kenneth said with a smirk, holding up her lacy panties. They were drenched, a testament to the carnality that had unfolded in the tiny booth. 

Sally's cheeks flushed as she took them from him, her eyes dropping to the ground. "I know," she murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "A little souvenir for him, I suppose." 

Kenneth's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're something else, Sally," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "I had no idea you had such a wild side." 

"Neither did I," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She tucked the panties into her bag, feeling a thrill at the idea of the stranger finding them later, the memory of her juices and the night's events forever intertwined with the fabric. 

They stumbled along the cobblestone streets, their laughter echoing through the night. The cool air was a stark contrast to the heat still pulsing between her legs, her bare skin exposed and sensitive. Each step sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a reminder of the evening's escapades. 

To be continued

[amanyxia]

Yesterday, the snow kept falling

There's something romantic about spending a cold winter night with the person you love.

At least the setting makes it seem that way.

The snow has been falling since yesterday. There's so much snow out there that I've been stuck at his place, which is not a problem. He's decided to spend the evening with me instead of working himself to exhaustion.

The evening started with me only wearing his hoodie and the collar he got for me. Purple with a tiny bell attached to the O-ring. He had it custom-made for a good price and I've never been happier to wear it for him.

I am his after all.

I find him sitting on the living room floor between the couch and coffee table. The lights in the room are a pale pink and there's a fake fireplace video playing on the TV that's mounted on the wall.

I giggle which gets his attention.

You're so cheesy.

He smiles and holds up a bottle of my favorite red wine.

And I got just the drink to add to it.

He fills two wine glasses, and I walk towards him before he holds his hand up. Stopping, I cock my head to the side, confused.

That hoodie. Take it off. You don't need it, I'll keep you warm. And be a good girl and come to me on all fours.

Him ordering me around like that always gets me so turned on.

I go ahead and do what I'm told. I throw his hoodie off me and drop down to all fours, making my way to him.

As soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me by my collar and brings me to him for a long, yet soft passionate kiss.

After cuddling on the floor by the couch, talking and drinking for a while he begins to play with me.

He starts carelessly pouring the wine down my bare chest, watching it run down my naked body like blood. My skin is as white as the snow still falling outside. His eyes glimmer with amusement while he goes to lick up the mess he made. Starting with my breasts, giving each one an equal amount of attention. He then makes his way all the way down to the warmth between my legs, already soaking wet for him.

He stops and looks up at me while stroking the inside of my thigh. I let out a gasp, looking into his gray eyes shining in the pink light. Him touching me like this is enough to make me come.

May I?

He asks, kissing my knee and still looking into my eyes. I smile, looking down at him. He knows he doesn't have to ask yet he does anyway.

Please,

I say breathlessly.

He grins then spreads my legs farther apart and starts worshipping every inch of my body with his tongue. Getting a taste of me inside and out. He grips my thighs, pulling me in closer.

I let out soft moans and threw my head back.

I smile again, feeling like I'm the one with all the control.

Feeling like a Queen being pleased by her servant.

After some time, his lips find their way back up to mine. He grabs my face with both hands and completely gets on top of me. His cock finds its way into my soaked pussy, taking all of him in.

It makes me lose control instantly and the sex turns aggressive yet passionate at the same time. Deep, warm kisses. Nails digging into one another. Teeth, scraping against each others necks like wild animals.

Two naked bodies going at each other until both are satisfied.

This night was everything we needed.

Only us and no one else.

Thanks to the snow trapping me here for a couple of days, everything feels complete.

I don't think I ever posted the first couple of short romances I wrote on here so here it is. Thought I'd share it here along with a little photo edit I made. I wrote this probably two years ago now and I've got one other short, kinda fun, romance I'll post on here next!

[libraryofbronze]

Learning to Kneel (Short, 1200 words)

We’d talked about it on and off before. Usually when I was drunk or feeling horny. The two of us had been dating for about two years at that point, and things were getting a bit boring. I can’t remember how it really started. Maybe you found something on my computer? Or maybe I was just a bit more drunk than I thought I was and spilled something I usually wouldn’t?

Who knows at this point, but I remember the night well. You got me a silk rope and told me that I could do what I wanted with it. I remember being excited, surprised, aroused. My pussy was wet just thinking about it. My heart was pounding and I was afraid. Yes, afraid! We’d fucked before, but I’d never let myself be vulnerable like that.

I took the silk and asked you to tie my hands behind my back. You did, drawing the rope tightly as you bound my wrists together. I felt hot; shivery. As you drew the knot tight, it began to feel as if I was having my very first time all over again.

I felt helpless and powerless, like I never had before. The rope was not strong and I probably could have broken it if I tried. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the feeling. With my hands behind my back, you could do anything you wanted to me.

Anything at all.

I remember how horny that made me then. How horny it still makes me now. In that single moment nothing had changed and yet everything was different. I’d never felt like that before. Not ever in my whole life.

I dropped to my knees, my throat was dry. Your cock was hard. You liked seeing me like this. I could tell by your eyes that it was turning you on as much as it was me. There were no words. There was no point. You were the master and I was the slave. It was what I had always dreamed about, fantasised about. I never thought it would happen. I never thought I would have the courage to give up control.

But with you I did.

Was it love? Was it lust? It was probably a mixture of both. For so many years I’d longed for this release. But you were the only one who had taken the next step.

I sucked your cock, draping my mouth around your member and pleasuring you with my tongue. I could taste your arousal on the head of your cock, I could feel your shaft straining and hardening. My lips closed around it, moving back and forth as I sucked and teased you. My arms were bound and I could use nothing more than my mouth, yet somehow that made it all the more real. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I knelt before you.

Why did it feel so good when we hadn’t even really done anything yet?

As I sucked you off, you reached down and started to grope my chest. Usually, you were soft and gentle but this time you were demanding. Your nails dug in a little bit, layering pleasure with pain. I moaned into your cock, it felt amazing. Your fingers found their way to my nipples and you began to tease them, flicking and twisting them just enough to make me jump. I felt helpless, chained up and about to be used. It was like all of my fantasies had come true in that moment and I felt a great rush from inside of me.

There was something in your eyes. A desire. An aching want for more. To go further, to experiment and see where this would all lead. It was demanding, powerful and yet passionate.

I think you were seeing the same thing in my face too.

Before I knew it, you put your hands on my shoulders and brought me to my feet. Your cock was stiff and hard, and I could still taste you in my mouth. You moved me to the bed and pushed me over. I fell with my legs splayed, you saw how aroused and wet I was and I felt a flush of red flow across my face. You said something. I don’t remember what it was, but you called me a slut or a whore. Things you normally would never have said, but right here and right now, they turned me on so much.

I begged you to fuck me, like a slave should. My voice was trembling with desire and lust. You untied my hands, and for a moment I thought it was over. But then you used the silk to tie each hand to one of the banisters of the bed. It was a bulky wooden thing and I couldn’t move them now. Excitement sparked inside of me. I was trapped and pinned, and you were going to fuck my brains out. You loomed over me, casting a shadow over my helpless body.

I have never wanted you more than I did in that moment.

You were between my legs then, your cock pressed into my pussy. You didn’t ask me if I was ready. I was the slave, my whole job was to be ready. I felt you inside of me, your shaft pushing into my womanhood, grinding my lips aside. The feeling shot through my like an arrow and I cried out, my spine stretched, arching in the sudden pleasure.

Then we were moving. Together, grunting and crying out. You were thrusting, fucking me like a machine. Demanding and hard, your cock stole my breath away like it never had before. My hips bucked, gyrating against you. Our mad desires mixed and became enflamed. I was moaning, gasping out your name as you moved faster and faster. Like an animal in a frenzy, you were fucking me like you never had before. My toes curled, passion flooded my lower body. Ecstasy sparked and danced through my nerves. I had never felt like this in my whole life!

I threw my head back, enjoying the moment, The situation. I was pinned down and being fucked. Used like some slave. I wasn’t your girlfriend in that moment, I was just your bitch and it felt so good. Why had I been afraid of this for so long? Giving up power and control was intoxicating.

I don’t know how long we fucked for. At some point I lost track of time and you did too. I remember you on top of me, the motions of your body flowing through me. I remember how my nerves sparked and danced with each climax. You made me cum again and again, and I tried to the same for you.

Eventually we were both done. Tired and sweaty, you undid the rope and apologised. Said you had no idea what had come over you and that you would never go that far again.

I asked you to do it again tomorrow. I remember the look on your face, so speechless. You did not understand then, but you do now. That was the start of it. How I learned to kneel.

[pousbose]

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[amanyxia]

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[itzjusryan]

Ahem.

Be it a blog post, old poem, old video, non-erotic art, picture, I try to post SOMETHING on Wednesdays to BOTH my Patreon AND my Author site.

With the exception of my last blog post on Comets, I feel like I failed you all this week.

Full transparency:

My skills come from instinct and writing professionally (research & technical) for over 10 years. Creative writing is a hobby of mine. I have no experience in creative writing.

Still, I believe in producing quality over quantity. I consistently learn, read, and practice my creative writing skills for this reason. I believe it is unfair to myself and to those that enjoy my writing to produce trash writing under the guise of ignorance.

I use all these words to say: I intended to release this story yesterday. I did not. It is not ready. I’m going to say I will release it later this week. I will also say I can be a bit of a perfectionist.

Thank you all for your continued support.

[pousbose]

An older drawing, commissioned for a short erotic story about her OC’s If you would like a commission from me, don’t hesitate to slide into my DM’s!! #eroticstories #eroticwriting #romancenovel #romancecovers #eroticart #nsfwartist https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl1iliXOMJk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[roughwatersthegame]

🐚Concept Art🐚 . Aujourd’hui on vous montre le travail de @audracoon_ ! Elle s’occupe du art concept pour nos personnages et écrit aussi nos scènes érotiques ! C’est aussi elle qui s’occupera des illustrations de nourriture pour le minijeu de cuisine et des designs pour les goodies! Multitask! Aussi, vous remarquerez en swipant son obsession certaine pour un personnage en particulier… 🫣🔥Aide nous à rémunérer nos super artistes, le Kickstarter est dans notre bio! . Today we show you the work of @audracoon_! She takes care of the concept art for our characters and also writes our erotic scenes! She will also take care of the food illustrations for the cooking minigame and the designs for the goodies! Multitask! Also, you will notice by swiping her certain obsession for a particular character… 🫣🔥Help us pay our artists!

[eroticseraphina]

Mara’s unremarkable life is turned upside down when she meets punk vampire Felix and discovers the intriguing world of vampires, werewolves, and witches. Alice, Felix’s old lover, is in town and not excited to share. Will a common foe bring the three of them together? This is the first in a series of erotic short stories set in the Lesbian Vampires Rule My Heart universe. <3 Queer Poly Erotica <3 Link to ebook on Kindle Store: https://a.co/d/7nu2Vqb #bookstagram #books #eroticaromance #shortstories #eroticgayart #eroticstories #eroticauthor #booksbooksbooks #books #romancebooks #romance #supernatural #supernaturallove #queer #queerart #lgbt #lesbians #vampires #werewolves #booklover #fantasybooks #readersofinstagram #eroticshortstories #eroticabooks #eroticafiction #kindle #eroticshortstory #eroticaart #witchesofinstagram #poly #polyamorous https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRDG0DurKK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rochellebradley]

#kindleunlimited #ménage #eroticstories #desirehardmann #indieauthor #booklover https://www.instagram.com/p/Conx3RAL0mh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[carnallines]

Ever been intimate whilst high? Getting ‘in the mood’ is sometimes a daunting prospect. Standing at the doors of my sexuality are some real heavyweight guards, constantly denying me access to parts of my own mind. These include; Mr Financial stresses Mr Tired Mr Worried about work Mr Housework Mr Hurt Mr Dont embarrass yourself Mr You aren’t attractive Mr Parenthood There’s loads more but you get the idea! Now normally I go fist to fist with these guys but the going is tough, often taking weeks. Even when I manage to burst through those doors, they remain stood outside sizing me up. They wait eagerly for their moment to pull me away from that space in my mind that’s rightfully mine. After some THC however those tables are turned! as I take the last tokes at the doors I look around me. At last, the security guards are finally finishing their shift😍. As they begin to walk away I check them by exclaiming how worried I am about tomorrow’s day at work…��Not our job mate, we’re off the clock” They hurl back as they turn the corner and out of sight. I then walk right through that damned door! I can finally enjoy myself in my own mind to its fullest. Once inside not only can I enjoy my sexuality to its fullest, not only do I learn and expand on what I enjoy but I have a heightened pleasure in my physical form too. The whole experience allows me to be my true self and experience my sexuality in a way those guards never truly allow. Now I know your thinking ‘well those guards are of your construct, to use a plant to remove them seems somewhat weak’. I do not unfortunately choose their influence on a temporary basis. They are with me permanently through life and of course form who I am to a large extent as a person. Their strength denotes the successes of my past. Its nice to have an escape from them though, without the poisoned feeling of a hangover pulsing through my veins. THC lets me feel great the next day, whilst remembering what went on the night before 😍 Share something beautiful with your loved one and enjoy what this earth has to offer 💜 #ᴛʜᴄ #highonlife #high #undertheinfluence #hornymeme #naughtyadults #éroticart #eroticromance #eroticstories https://www.instagram.com/p/CnraIcCoPSQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yeetus-the-god]

Grabbing the back of your hair, fingers interlocked with strands, pulling back against your lustful desires. You can't resist your urge to please, to serve. Your drooling mouth, constantly salivating at the thought of feeling that special release against your tongue, that warm elixir of life filling your throat.

[sareen-zara]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

❝𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎?❞

━

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:

Carmen Cole

-20 years old

-student

-Mexican-Italian

-far from being innocent

-long dark chocolate hair

-brown eyes

-height 168 cm

Oliver Hernandez

-35 years old

-professor

-Italian-American

-brown hair

-hazel eyes

-beard

-height 185 cm

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨.

[eroticseraphina]

Link to the erotic short story on kindle: https://a.co/d/22qwZkJ #bookstagram #books #eroticaromance #shortstories #eroticgayart #eroticstories #eroticauthor #booksbooksbooks #books #romancebooks #romance #supernatural #supernaturallove #queer #queerart #lgbt #vampires #werewolves #booklover #fantasybooks #readersofinstagram #eroticshortstories #eroticabooks #eroticafiction #kindle #eroticshortstory #eroticaart #witchesofinstagram #poly #polyamorous https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbgeB4ObqF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=