Story:Red or Black?

She pulled me from my slumber, I could barely make out her frame in the half-light. She insincerely apologised as she sat on my face. “Eat me!” She cried. “Just eat me.” I smelt the familiar aroma of cum, the unique taste I knew so well and the tell-tale drops of cum glistening from the light of my alarm clock. “Please.”

Flash Fiction: Outlawing “Sorry”

Her tongue swept over my cock as she sucked, drawing her mouth down my erection as her hands toyed gently with my balls; a gentle finger here, and small squeeze there had me teetering on the edge of my climax. I watched; staring intensely as her slick movements sent shivers through my cock.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Team Victory

They wanted me to fill her cunt with my seed, to stamp my victory on the opposing team, and to have her forever remember the day her boys lost to their greatest rivals. They wanted to see her struggle with the humiliation, yet love the feelings in her cunt as my cock had her mind drunk with lust.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Quashing her rebellious spirit

I had Rosie Marshall on my books and I had to try and get young Rosie through her probationary period without re-offending. I was told that this was impossible, and she was the reason there was a vacancy: the last probation officer quit. The one before that had a nervous breakdown, and the one before that tried to kill her. It was a long list of failures, but it was easy to see why.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: No touching, Sir!

She interrupted with a cough. “That’s a serious problem you have there. I will not have my girls upset by silly little boys,” she ignored my interruption as she opened the door on the only cupboard and withdrew a wooden rattan cane, sliding it out in front of my nose. “Whoa!”

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Maria’s Masochistic Monopoly

Her firm grip on the base of my back as she arranged herself into position, rubbing the hair that lined my masculine bum. I know she glanced at my testicles hanging underneath or traced the line of my body from my taut calves to the arch of my back. She does these things, because I do those things. The admiration of the sub is part of the game.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Lecturing with Mistress Ceri

I knew what would happen; we both did. Encouraging sadists was a dangerous game and one squeal was all it took. Suddenly there was an unspoken competition between them: who could make her squeak the loudest. Every spank got firmer, louder, more painful. I would see her fighting back the tears, and screwing up her face as trainee dominant after trainee dominant sized up her gorgeous arse with battering hits.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Kisses of Kink

Or so I thought, my impossible dream was vividly real as my exposed rear waited for her. I was ready, desperately wanting the show to begin, yet filled with trepidation. My heart pounded on the soft bench as I frantically replayed the songs in my mind. I’d seen the videos: Melanie was intense, as the poor abused men desperately pleaded with the sadist on the vocals. It was sheer depravity.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Joe’s Surprise

“And what sort of boyfriend wants to share his girlfriend?” She asked. “What sort of man would get off on seeing his girl used or felt up on the dancefloor?” I squealed as her hand made contact with my suited trousers for a second time, wriggling. I could have wrestled myself free with ease, but I didn’t want to: I wanted to see how far my diminutive girlfriend would take her games. “Eh?”

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Imagine

“I’ve been with lots of guys,” she warned. “But I know you’ll like it.” I didn’t like it; I loved it. The gloopy feel of her lovers’ deposits sliding from her well-fucked cunt and into my mouth. The musky smell, the warm texture, the humiliation.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Getting ahead

She used her strap-on like she promised and it made for some great pictures; the part of his beaten buttocks sucking the big, black veiny cock of the petite Russian. It had to be a black cock, a realistic black cock: the contrast of his milky-white skin and the darkness of the dildo was pure circulation pornography.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Dating Game

“I’m going to slap that flesh. Hard. Give you the spanking you deserve, throwing my hand over your body and pelting it. I’m going to ignore your pleas for mercy and enjoy your cries. I’m going to spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit down for a week without being reminded of your gluttonous indiscretions. I’m going to make you cry, which is going to make me fucking hard, as you beg for mercy.”

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Coaching the “Dom”

“Your brain,” she reminded me with a knowing smile. “Most powerful weapon I have to use against you.” I scoffed, slightly less than before, and she rewarded me a slap on the backs of the legs with her hairbrush, sending a rush of pain to my legs and making me fall onto my bed.

Spank A-Z Fiction: Angry Birds

Fingers roughly tugged at my skin as clamps were applied, biting angrily into my nipples and sending pain tearing through my consciousness. My body boiled with sheer agony; it was unlike anything I had experienced. It was intensely overpowering, hearing myself yell with desperate cries. “Get ’em off, get ’em off,” I pleaded.

Flash Fiction: A confused voyeur

It was her weekly gift, and that evening was particularly intense: no quick rub around her clit, but over an hour of delicious solo love making, coaxing repeated climaxes from her deliciously lithe body: the gentle curves, the succulent breasts that I would do anything to feast on, and long, toned legs. Today, they were encased with the mesh of fishnets. I wanted her.

Flash Fiction: Properly Attired

But for a moment, she was not interested in the bed; sliding the dress from her body and facing her new husband in her expensive white lingerie: she had never adorned such fine garments for their play before. His blue eyes undressed her further, imagining her smooth skin underneath her lacy panties or the succulent orbs hidden beneath the unwelcome straps.

Flash Fiction: For your thighs only (007 Parody)

“Thunderballs. Jack Thunderballs.”
She gave a cursory smile, as her eyes focused on a big spender a few tables away from the bar. “I trust you will have a good night, Mr Thunderballs, but I have …”

“You’re watching Gregori,” I voiced loudly as she went to move away from me; she froze. “He’s staying the night in room seven-zero-two.”

FFF: Performance Review

I knew what was coming; it wasn’t just the plastic roses. There was only three teabags not four on her tea-tray, and she had had problems connecting to the complementary wireless. In short, the room was not to her expectations and she had every intention of ensuring that I knew. She was going to give me a “tip.”

Flash Fiction: Evil Kitty

Evil Kitty treated me to a plethora of anglo-saxon four-letter words, and several longer variations of them, as I leant against the whitewashed wall, pressing the button on my remote control. “Let’s see Evil Kitty purr.”

Story: Anonymous Sex

This is a quick-1100 word story, written pre-Eroticon, about a heterosexual quickie. The beat of the music pounded in the small cubicle, vibrating the walls as she pressed her body against mine, her hand riding up my trousers and rubbing my bulging crotch. Her red miniskirt left little to my imagination, and my hands, cupping …

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Flash Fiction: He came without permission

I was so dreadfully sorry, I came without permission. My treacherous cock spewed cum across her pristine white sheets as her dildo violated my rectum and rubbed against my prostate. She scowled angrily as I apologised profusely; could I not control myself? What sort of submissive was I, if I would not submit to her …

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Short Story: The Virgin’s favourite

This is part of a short story collection I am writing; I would appreciate any feedback!  Elsie smiled at herself in the mirror; the beautiful University graduate adjusted her shiny scarlet red corset and fidgeted on her stool in front of her vanity desk. She was expecting a guest, who was a little older than …

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A Darker Flame: Viking Pussy (Erotic Fiction)

This fiction is sort of inspired by antics inside the Orkney Saga: my favourite pre-Medieval fiction after Dante Aligheri’s Inferno. We think of superheroes as figures that possess unhuman abilities or characteristics, but the original hero was “a man who is blessed with great bravery and strength, and whom is famed for his fearless exploits.” …

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Me and My Zapper Chapter 11

Chapter one – Chapter two – Chapter three – Chapter four – Chapter five – Chapter six – Chapter seven – Chapter eight – Chapter nine – Chapter ten This is the final chapter, for now. I may return to these characters in the future but these story is now closed! 😉 I spoke at …

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Me and My Zapper Chapter 10

Chapter one – Chapter two – Chapter three – Chapter four – Chapter five – Chapter six – Chapter seven – Chapter eight – Chapter nine “Pregnant!” Rebecca cried, causing the teenage barmaid to flinch. “As in proper pregnant.” Eva nodded and withdrew a pregnancy test from her bag that clearly showed a blue line …

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Story: Caged!

Grown men don’t cry, do they? They do. And I am crying. I am crying, begging and pleading for the agony to stop; wishing and desperately hoping that she will yield and show mercy to me, but I know my cause is hopeless. She will not submit to my pitiful cries and deep down, I …

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Story: Evie and the Trainspotter

I tried to find a person, or type of person whom was unlikely to have been the subject of erotica, and could find no entry on Literotica (among others) with trainspotter; even ASSTR only lists one story. There may be good reason for this, but as I try to write unfamiliar situations, so this is another …

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A difference of opinion

“Fuck off! You couldn’t do it. There’s no way you would do that to me. You don’t have it in you,” the young lady cried, watching the swell of her partner’s chest as he took deep breaths and stared at the coquette’s honey coloured hair and shimmering blue eyes. He saw a twinkle from her …

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