WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
My name is Louise and I have just been fucked. Yes, I am married and my husband does not know about it yet but he might soon if I decide to tell him. I have to tell you, I feel so giddy. He did not agree to be a cuckolded, it was not is wish or desire. He did not want to watch while his wife got a good rogering by another man nor would he have enjoyed doing...
For someone special... ****************** Well now my little slut...what do you have to say to me? Oh Sir, I have been bad. Bad? Yes Sir. How 'bad'? Bad thoughts, Sir. Wicked thoughts. Slutty thoughts. You must tell me about these thoughts. But first I think it best if you strip naked for me. In case you need to show me about these thoughts of yours....
Hi everyone, After taking a break from writing for a few years, I've decided to try my talents at erotic literature. I'd value any and all feedback, especially from my target audience, which I guess I would say is the "Fifty Shades" crowd. So ladies, particularly married ladies, are invited to write me with ideas, critiques, and fantasies they would like to...
Birds chirped in tune as Dorothy and the scarecrow skipped down the path, singing and dancing the Wizard of Ooz song. Little Toto barked in counterpoint, and flowers opened whenever they drew near, spilling their sweet scent into the air. "Much more of this and I'm going to puke," Dorothy said, for some strange reason. "If we keep skipping like this, all...
She sat on the couch, her hands trembling, staring at her purse. Her purse held a little bomb, the clock ticking down. Escape seemed unlikely. Looking quickly at her watch, she hoped with all her heart he would be late. Please please please... That might save her for a bit. They had dinner plans with several friends, and if he got home too late, the bomb w...
The sun splashes on the mountains on a Friday, early afternoon. Her work day behind her, she now waits at a small outdoor café downtown. Under her sunglasses, her warm brown eyes roam the periphery wondering which direction he would come from. Her radiant hair glistens in the sunlight, her flesh warm smelling of strawberries, her mind consciously aware of ev...
I'd like to say, first off, that I'm not entirely sure why I'm sharing these. I wrote them for my lover while she was away on a long trip. I've edited out extremely little, only identifiers of name and place. There will be more to follow. Hey Love, Mmm, so I've been thinking recently, and not entirely on the emotional end of things. You know how I am....
My name is Monica and I am a 45 year old white women with blonde hair and green eyes who owns one of the biggest companies in the country and one of the richest women in town and my height is 168 cm. My husband who had a share in this company died 5 years ago from and illness. I managed to keep the company going after his death and nowadays it actually doin...
Living alone since the age of 18, he could not hide his true feelings to be a girl; was so effeminate. As time went by, dressing up at home was not enough. He longed to go out as a girl; only then would he be free. Despite these longings, a strict conforming to the norm was adhered to, and even though now living independently, a veil was cast over 'Emma'; b...