erotica stories and histories

Callie
For how simplistic the campground was, it was still rustically nice. The batches of grass matched the tops of the long, slim trees around us. Some of them were curved, perfect for hanging up trash bags, fairy lights, or other activities.
The guys who had stayed must have started a fire, because I saw a lot of smoke in the distance and a pile of wood sitting out. I grabbed a log and walked over to talk to Liam and Tina. They sat at opposite sides of the flame, trying to escape the smoke. Tina wa...

His phone buzzed just as he pulled his shirt over his head, body still humming from too much alcohol and too many bad decisions. He was half-drunk, half-hard, and entirely missing her.
Autumn: You busy?
Ryan: Just got in. Everyone's still drinking downstairs. I ditched. Why?
Autumn: Because I'm in your shirt. In our bed. Thinking about you....

Introduction: What Breaks Us
They never tell you that sometimes the worst part of breaking something isn't the moment it shatters--it's the slow unraveling after. The days that follow, when the pieces don't make sense anymore. When you're still sleeping in the wreckage, calling it home.
This isn't a redemption story....

Ryan's phone buzzed against the desk just as he finished jotting down some notes for the meeting. He glanced at the screen and smiled before even reading the message.
Autumn: Finally finished those paintings I was stuck on. Three in one morning. I think that deserves a reward.
He chuckled, thumbs already moving as he texted back....

Ryan pushed the front door open and was immediately hit by a wall of sweet, warm air and the unmistakable scent of vanilla, sugar, and something burning.
"Autumn?" he called, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door.
No answer. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.
Flour covered every visible surface--the counter, the stools, the floor, even the edge of the sink. A handprint smudged across the fridge door like she'd used it to steady herself mid-sprint. Trays of cookies and cupcakes we...

It might be as well to read Part 1 to get a sense of the relationships between these neighbours and families.
This is the second part to the hedonistic tale of a hot summer in the UK. I'd gone completely off the rails and I knew it would ultimately end in tears. How complicated it would become I hadn't realised....

Ovulation week was crazy.
All it took was a firm handshake, a gentle smile, and the low morning voice of "Good Morning" from your boss to set you off and think about getting finger fucked over his lap for everyone to ogle and goon to, while you're being made a wet and helpless shaking mess.
Your boss was hot. He was so fucking hot, oh my god. Being his secretary was not an easy feat. He had a dazzling smile, with just one dimple that cradled his cheek every time he smiled, and he had the gentlest doe ...

"Revenge is a dish best served cold". - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
My weekend was very quiet, too quiet as a matter of fact. I had not heard from my wife, Casey in a few days. Probably doing monkey business with her Building Manager again. I did a lot of thinking on Sunday. What my life is, where it was going and what I should do, if anything, next....

This ones a bit longer than my usual tales, hope you enjoy.
It was Tuesday morning and Sam was walking across the car park for yet another interview. She had been out of work for nearly six months after her previous employer went bust. As if that wasn't bad enough her husband had buggered off with some floozy from his work, when Sam stopped earning. When they sold the house, barely covering their costs from when they bought it two years ago, she had moved back down south and in with her parents. Her daug...

Room 417
Thursday night, Clara sat in her house, watching a show, when suddenly, a text came up from a man, Tom, a former lover who had never left her radar. He had been intense and demanding, and he kept contact with her through emails and texts throughout the years.
Tom: I am in town, at the Residence Inn. I am here for 2 days, come tomorrow at 3 pm. I am carving out time. Stop playing games! You know we both want this....

Mike led Wendy to the front door. He found a red coat to drape over her translucent slip, a capitulation to public decorum, for the short drive to his friend's house. He left it unbuttoned so that it was more of a cloak, open in front to hint at her thinly veiled body inside. The ride was quick, a few blocks in the suburban neighborhood. They stopped before a tract-style house. The porch light was on....

The Sodomization of Ida
SOI Prologue
Ida and I have a relationship committed to each other but with a twist: We include other people into our love making regularly.
Ida is 31, a very attractive 5'-5", 130 lbs, white skinned, freckled complexion, true red head, with large milky jugs topped with silver dollar sized pink areolae, and hourglass figure held up by shapely long legs and a phat ass that perfectly frames a smooth bare pussy topped by a thin landing strip. She is a head turner. Ida likes sex...

This is a story about a meeting with an old friend, we'll call her Sophie. In fact, this girl was the first real crush I ever had on someone. The crush dated back to middle school, when she was completely out of my league, but gave me some excellent opportunities for flirting training. I even remember the first line I said to her in an attempt to woo her. The reality of the situation didn't change, though. She was out of my league and we never turned into a thing....

As noted in previous stories, let's go back to the red head with massive naturals. As previously stated we were both raised very religious, but still found ways to fool around.
It was a typical night when I was visiting her in Kentucky. We did the usual boring dinner with her family, watched a a movie then "went to our separate rooms" for bed....

Hammered: An Ode to Mickey Spillane 2025



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Chesty's and Six Red Poppies by ronde
Court of the Mantis Queen Pt. 01 by SnakeMontan
Eight by Ten Glossy by WaxPhilosophic...

She came up my cubicle one fine morning. Nothing new, I thought to myself. But the lollipop she was holding piqued my interest. As per usual, she placed the starbucks cup on my desk. Instead of walking away, she half sat on the edge. Still holding on to the lollipop. Not licking it or sucking on it, just holding it....

Charlie spent almost the whole next day at his parents' house eating their food and tinkering with his electric train layout (which he hadn't touched for over two months.) Since he was emptying their pantry and refrigerator, he thought it was only fair to catch his mother up on topics of interest, like the Christmas party Saturday night and the date he was taking to it....

Sunlight is usually a welcome visitor in a home. Inspiring occupants to "rise and shine" and get a start to a productive day of activities. The playful ray of light beaming through the partially open curtains gently caressing the closed eyelids of a bed's resident making them jump up with a smile on their face, happy to be alive. Well, that's what the commercials on television always tell us....

The sun was dipping low by the time Autumn turned the corner onto their street, her heels clicking dully on the pavement, bag slung over her shoulder. It had been a long day--back-to-back meetings, a broken printer at the gallery, and one particularly rude customer who clearly thought "emerging artists" meant "paint-by-numbers." She was already halfway through mentally debating whether she'd rather shower or collapse face-first into the couch when she spotted him. Ryan. Outside their apartment building, hun...

WARNING! In this story a sadistic sexual sociopath graphically describes the pleasure he takes in physically, psychologically and emotionally abusing and humiliating a homeless, alcoholic woman. There is no violence or rape in the story but the line between consent and non-consent is blurred and the sex is rough and degrading for the woman. If this summation disturbs you, do not read this story....

The suite door clicked shut behind her. Autumn stepped inside, expecting soft music, dim lighting, maybe room service. Instead--her breath caught. The room was nothing but mirrors. Every wall. The ceiling. Even the closet door. A thousand angles. A thousand versions of her and Ryan in every direction. It was dim, yes--soft amber lighting from sconces and a single warm lamp near the bed--but everything shimmered in gold. The air was warm. Still....

Becky lived a few blocks away from the couple, in a smaller apartment. When she opened the door, she was wearing a black tank top and shorts. "Make yourself at home," she said, and hugged them both. Michael noticed that Becky wasn't wearing a bra, and could feel her nipples touching his chest as she hugged him....

The next night, at 8 PM, Jodie's mother, Lisa, was more than ready, and as Jodie and Kayla watched, she was placed in the same position that Jodie and Kayla remembered so well, naked, on her knees like a subservient little cocksucker.
Her eyes locked on that cunt opening tool; she was eager to suck his cock. She submissively opened wide, and Mr. Richard slid his prick in. Lisa closed her mouth around his cock and felt the silky smooth skin over the rock-hard shaft. It had been so long since she had sucke...

All individuals are over the age of 18 and names have been changed for whatever reason. All of your critiques welcomed.
Bobby' Girl
Late on a rainy Thursday morning, I walked into Galissi's Diner for lunch and spotted a familiar face in line. "Britney, is that you?"
'Jimmy, oh my gosh, it's good to see you!"...

David
"You told me this had to end. We both know that you lied. We're on fire." Her voice sounded like it was calling out to me, as if the mountains were the chorus to her one-woman show. The microphone attached to my helmet could never do her alluring song justice.
"You finally learned a new skill, homebody?" I mocked. I could feel her eyes narrow at the back of my head, even though I could not see them. "No, I heard it from an up-and-coming singer and songwriter, Jax the Bard, on social media. Not m...

Chapter 8 of our little story about how Amy and I begun our married life together. I hope you're enjoying it. It's been cathartic writing it. It may seem a little strange and on reflection it seems weird that we got sucked into this whole thing. It's just Amy can get so focussed on what she wants that sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees, and in retrospect we both got carried away by everything....

The unexpected email subject was Academic Study. It popped up on my phone and although it was addressed to me by name I thought it might be spam but I didn't junk it straight away. Later when I had my laptop on I could see the sender's email address was from my old university server so I took the time to read the message....

This was a fun experiment in taking control. I hope you enjoy part 1.
Special Thanks to Artgasim for taking the time to read my last draft of the story and offering helpful suggestions to refine the language and improve readability.
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It's late on a Friday at the university library. No one is around except for you, me, and the increasingly bored person sitting at the circulation desk....

ZEKE UNZIPS MILF'S ZIPPER
I was sitting on the patio of our neighbors, the Hortons, talking with Mrs. Horton, Lisa. I'm Zeke.
"How long are you home for?" she asked.
"Just through today. I came home yesterday and had to sign some papers for my college loan. I'm going back tonight. I have classes tomorrow."...

Mia stood in her boss' office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk, and clinging to her already strained patience.

"You're sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God's sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think, not miles and miles of nothing to do," she argued.

"You're going," he stated emphatically.

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