Tag Archives: erotic fiction

How could I resist? – Short erotic fiction

This story, by erotic author Tabitha Rayne, originally appeared on her website. 

Tamara ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth to savour the taste of him. She’d tried to stop but the jerking of his hips and surge in his balls gave made her lust for his orgasm and she hadn’t been able to resist. He tasted of everything she knew he would, sweet, salty, sexy. Oh the way he’d grabbed her hair, just right and fucked her face. Perfect.

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Platform guy: A hot casual encounter

This hot casual encounter story, by sex blogger and podcaster Sherryl Blu, originally appeared on her website.

I’d never done anything like this before.

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Haunting you: A love story after death

This post, by sex blogger Molly Moore, originally appeared on her site. 

I am going to haunt you when I am gone. You will never be free of me, I can promise you that. I will find a way back here, to this town, to this house, to this room, to you. I will sit with you here, day in and day out and watch you mourn me. I will haunt you when I am gone.

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Milked by strangers: lubed up, tied down, wanked off

Can I interest anyone in a story about a guy getting his dick milked in a cold, clinical manner by person or persons unknown? That’s what this post is about. I hope you enjoy it as much as I vigorously masturbated over it. I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of people getting their dicks milked at the moment, mostly thanks to a particular twitter account I follow which consists of amazing videos of exactly that. Scroll to the bottom for the link to it, and be warned that just like this post, it’s NSFW. 

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E is for… Eat me, drink me

This post, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Leo Di Luca

Scuttling across the floor behind Mistress, I swallow a whimper. Bare floorboards scuff my knees, the gaps between the planks leave stinging prints on my palms. I stumble a bit, gasping for breath when she yanks on my spotted tie to stop me from face planting.

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