Category: Erotic Literature

Longer, more detailed stories.

A Model’s Desire

It was slower than she had expected, the fingertips merely teasing her instead of exploring her as quickly as she would have guessed, though at least the spell had worked.

Vicki had been masturbating as she looked at one of her most recent photos, lying on her back on the bed in the same manner, admiring how the light silhouetted her frame from the side as she arched seductively. Nearing her orgasm, she decided to try out the incantation she’d been taught. Vicki’s friend hadn’t expected any of the spells she had shown her to stick, not having studied them fully like she had. Yet, this one had been on Vicki’s mind for some time; she’d practised and practised in her mind and knew that even though she wasn’t a trained sorceress, it had to work. As she neared her moment, the thought of feeling many hands holding her down and fingerfucking her throughout her orgasm was so enticing.

Uttering the incantation and placing her hands flat on the bed, she waited to feel hands press between her thighs and bring her to orgasm. The fantasy of being able to feel the thoughts of everyone who had looked at her photo had overwhelmed her with lust.

Instead of instantly feeling fingers or even a phallus penetrating her, she endured several minutes of fingertips lightly touching all over her body. It was beyond frustrating, especially with how close she had gotten herself to coming, though she endured it, wanting to experience the full feast of the spell.

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Marks of Eros

The following is an excerpt from the fantasy novel I’m working on called ‘Marks of Eros’.

It is nearing completion (after which I’ll begin the editing process) and hadn’t planned on posting any of it, however as thanks for someone’s recent Ko-fi tip I thought it’d be nice to post a portion of this chapter. There is of course context missing in some elements, but this chapter gives a feeling for the world of ‘Marks of Eros’.

This chapter focuses on male denial in front of an audience.

Under the sun’s spotlight on a balmy evening, the audience cheered after every groan of desperate need.

The prisoner, Lance, was securely strapped to an inversion table draped in red silk, which stood upright. The silk bindings were meticulously tied around his ankles, thighs, waist, wrists – pinned at his sides – and upper body, ensuring he could not move at all.

Multiple near-naked dancers were weaving in and out of one another in a synchronised display of eroticism around him. Some of the men were fully naked, their erect lengths receiving glancing touches from the passing female dancers, who were all clad in beautiful, intricately crafted red lingerie. The dancers’ lithe, oil-coated bodies rippled in the light, shining as they glided around the stage. Fire and light burst from around the platform to further hypnotise the audience.

Drummers around the stage kept a pulsing beat that throbbed throughout the amphitheatre, almost keeping in beat with the throbbing focal point at the centre of the stage.  Lance’s erect length was constantly having Succubus oil drizzled over it by the passing dancers, ensuring it twitched with yearning.

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Drawn by Desire – Night Out

Audio excerpt ‘An Erotic Encounter’ from the erotic novel ‘Drawn by Desire’ on Smashwords

Audio by PleasureTorture and CreativeIntentAudio. A chance meeting leads to a night of passion as she is introduced to pleasures she had never experienced before. An audio story involving teasing, edging and multiple orgasms.

Below is the entire chapter taken from the novel.

When the afterglow of orgasm faded, Lucy was surprised to see the time. The evening had sped by. Her friends would be picking her up in the taxi to the club in a little while.

After her second hurried shower of the day, she put on her black lace lingerie; their tightness for a second made her think back to the wand vibrator, how she could easily use it against her underwear once before leaving. She abandoned the thought, however, and searched for a tight-fitting dress. While she wanted to wear a perfectly fitting white, two-piece dress, she was not fond of her underwear showing through. It also occurred to her that it had only been a few months since her ex had bought it for her. It still felt strange wearing something from someone she had grown to dislike immensely. Deciding instead on a form-fitting red halter dress, she closed the sliding door of the wardrobe and admired herself in the mirror. The dress accentuated her slim figure. Even though she often wished she had a larger chest, the piece lifted them more prominently while hugging the curve of her ass nicely. Rather sharply, 9 p.m. had arrived.

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The Gift

You do as you were told in the dream. On Christmas Eve, you had dreamt of him, the absolute picture of your fantasies as if he were there with you in the flesh. After the most wonderful of dreams, filled with passion and eroticism, you woke up, wishing it were real. However, you recalled his one request as if it were whispered in your ear directly.

‘On Christmas, place your hands above your head and close your eyes. I’ll stay with you until you open your eyes.’

When you also opened up a gift beneath your Christmas tree – one you didn’t recognise – and saw that it contained nothing but a note stating, ‘Remember, keep your eyes closed,’ you knew it must be real. It couldn’t have been merely a dream.

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Bruc3 – Release

“Pl- Oh fuck. Oh Go- Mmmmmnnnn I-I- Fuuuuuck. PLEASE! Please, please have mercy. Have mer- ahnnnn God. I can’t… take… it. It’s December… it’s December… Aaaannn…. Please. I’m dying to come… Mnnnn fu-fu-fu…. FUCK! LET ME COME!!!”

November had already long passed, yet still, she hadn’t felt the welcome relief of orgasm at the hands of her metallic companion, Bruc3. The first few days of December were a write-off because she had to let him charge his batteries. Even though she masturbated vigorously during this downtime for the machine, she wasn’t able to bring herself to orgasm without the intense stimulation that she’d become accustomed to. All these first days of December did was frustrate her even more.

For the following days, once Bruc3 was charged and active, the machine simply continued where it left off, teasing her daily yet not letting her climax.

“All readings indicate that you are at the highest point of arousal when you know that you are not going to be allowed to climax. I will ensure that you are granted your orgasm when the time is right. You are most receptive to having me in control, aren’t you?”

While she could never deny that it was maddeningly erotic to have this machine now in charge of her pleasure, she felt like she’d go mad if she was forced to endure another month of being teased without being allowed to come.

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Bruc3

“No more… NO MORE!!!  FUUUUCK. Please. M-Mercy. Please. PLEASE! I… mmmnnn… can’t take it… nnngggaaa… anymore. I’m… I’m… Oh God. OH GOD… Sooo… close… ffff- aaahhhh. I’M BEGGING YOU… PLEEEASE!”

Before witnessing the hell she is enduring, we must step back to see how it all started.

The Bipedal Responsive User-Centered Computer Model 3, known as Bruc3 for short. It was the greatest machine ever built, able to learn and respond to its user along with updating itself with information gathered from the internet constantly; a self-developing work of perfection on two metal legs.

She had bought one for the sole purpose of pleasuring herself, having struggled to ever climax through masturbation and finding that only powerful vibrators could get the job done, and even then, only rarely. The thought of a machine that could learn all about her not only as a fun companion after work but as a sex aid was a wonderful prospect. Many had sung its praises as being the ultimate in sex tech, something it had been intended for, though not as widely publicised.

Her first session with Bruc3 was incredible. Although he looked intimidating – a hulking colossus of wires and metal standing at 7 feet with a large glass done where a face would be, housing cameras and sensors – he was surprisingly gentle. He lifted her up by the waist, lifting her entirely off the ground. Straps suddenly wrapped around her thighs, pulling her hips onto his unexpectedly warm surface. She kept her hands resting on his enormous shoulders while something resembling a tongue teased along her pussy. The more she became aroused, the more it vibrated until it was joined by more tongue-like devices, all vibrating up and down her slit and over her clitoris. She’d never felt anything like it.

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Seduction School

Standing in front of the classroom, she took a moment to bask in the sea of eager faces and excited chatter. Her sharp, pointed teeth shone back at some of the students who were watching her in anticipation to begin.

Just like everyone in the classroom, she was entirely naked. Amongst her kind, she did not need to try and blend in or put on an act. She could sense the arousal from the male in particular to her right. She wondered if the rest of the class had picked up on his arousal, other than merely his throbbing erection that faced the classroom. The woman was also turned on, though her arousal was not as strong to the scent as the male, as is always the case with females. They tend to have a much easier time hiding their arousal, not just externally. The teacher could, however, sense that the female was looking at her shapely rear, though she was most likely just as transfixed by the long black tail that whipped left and right as much as she was checking out her ass.

“Silence.”

Not a sound could be heard other than the deep breathing from the male and female who lay naked on a table at the front of the class. A sizzle of electric excitement rang through the room. Her dark-red wings spread out fully as she opened her arms and addressed the class again.

“Welcome. It is a pleasure to have so many of you joining us today. I promised I’d have live subjects for us to study. I have cast a spell to ensure they cannot make any noise yet. We’ve all heard the relentless pleas these humans bellow out when they are in our company. It grows tiresome. Maybe later, I’ll release them from the spell so that we can hear some of the sweeter sounds they make.”

The pair of humans, lying on the table completely naked and propped up by pillows behind their backs, could only look back at the sea of faces gazing at them, razor-sharp teeth gleaming in grins at their naked bodies.

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Patience

She wondered to herself, ‘Was it worth it?’

An eruption of pleasure. Twenty seconds of ecstasy. Her body was seizing, a sense of weightlessness, grounded only by the pulsating pleasure originating between her legs and spreading throughout every inch of her body. For that brief moment, Mia was no longer a solid being but a liquid entity unable to be contained. Only once the tide receded did she realise what she’d done and what was to come.

‘Was it worth it?’ – Seconds before Mia’s orgasm, and certainly during it and for a minute afterwards, she’d have said, ‘Yes!’

Now that Mia was suffering the consequences, ones that she had agreed to if she dared climax without permission, she’d argue that it wasn’t worth it. Not worth the need that coursed through her. Not worth the desperation that clouded her mind and sapped her body.

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Soft

Soft,

every morsel so soft to the

touch.

Serene in such splendour;

delicate lines

tantalisingly within your clutch.

Arching peaks you

ache

to caress, the drumbeat spills forth

and a gentle strum

plays across

your chest.

Glancing touches hit you like

blows

and liquid desire pulls you

under;

In the midst of climax for which time itself slows.

Sensuality in all its form,

bathed in the fabric

it can scarcely adorn.

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