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Literotica: 5 websites to quench your online erotica thirst
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Websites like Literotica to get you hot and bothered. (Pexels)
Literotica, and other sites like it, will fill your evenings with erotic passion.
Imagine this: You’re at home and in the mood for some sexual mischief with erotica.
Except you’re alone under the covers and you don’t quite know how to satisfy those urges.
You’ve tried a couple of sites already, but it’s just not doing it for you this time. Sure, the internet has trillions of options when it comes to sexual fantasies, but it’s easy to get lost in the mix.
Without realising, you end up scrolling through the pages of Google for hours but, much like Bono, you still can’t find what you’re looking for.
Let’s consider something new, something exciting, something that will bring us that oh-so-personal release.
Videos are fun, but you’ve been there done that and it might be time to switch things up. Why not try to titillate your mind with some words instead of images? Rather than seeing the hairy butts of ageing actors, why not imagine your own, fictitious, perfect bottom?
Well, consider this our gift to you: A shortcut to the wonderful and inventive world of online erotica, where imagination is your only restrain (unless you’re into bondage, of course). This selection of erotica sites will hopefully save you some precious minutes next time you’re bored of Pornhub, YouPorn or GayForIt.
It is the place for free erotic fiction, and there are many websites that you can go to.
Needless to say these steamy reads are for 18+ only. Underaged readers need not apply.
When it comes to online erotica, Literotica is a titan of the genre – the clue is literally in the name. It leads the field like a Russian dominatrix, offering thousands of erotic stories with hundreds of tags that explore every sexual fantasy.
From vanilla to hardcore BDSM to everything in-between, we guarantee you’ll find something to float your boat to completion. It even has audiobooks for those who’d rather lie back and relax.
One of the most popular genre tags of this site is actually literotica cheating in which there’s an erotic story about cheating partners. Some people have some naught fantasies, it seems. No judgements here.
Literotica lesbian and Literotica gay erotica are also very popular on the site. There are many Literotica tags to pick from.
Of course, if you want some fiction erotica that caters to the LGBT+ community, PinkNews has you covered too, pals. Just head over to Nifty for some hot gay, lesbian, bi and plus action . With 23,000-plus stories, we guarantee it’ll leave your little gay heart satisfied. You won’t be disappointed with Nifty .
Bright Desire also features a wide range of free sex stories open to everyone, with a focus on what often missing in porn : the fun of it all. Not only is Bright Desire sex-positive, but it also offers videos and erotic stories that are all about passion, intimacy and straight up pleasure.
Much like Literotica, Lush Stories is a leader of the genre. Ghost sex? Check. Sex through portals? Check. Watersports sex? Check and check. Sexy ghosts playing water polo?
Probably. With 51,018 stories and counting, plus some 198,898 blog posts and 3,041,349 forum posts, we’d be surprised if you don’t find something that toasts your buns on there. Lush Stories works as a social network, too, giving you the chance to connect with other readers and maybe write your own stories.
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Slightly differing from Literotica, this next website Sssh is operated by women for women—and we’re not complaining. It counts thousands of erotic stories, as well as sexy sex education articles so that you know the best way to do you.
Looking for something a little bit more refined? Erotic Review actually has editors that make sure you only read the best erotic stories out there. No typos or poor grammar here. It’ll satisfy your inner nitpicker and the most high-brow of your fantasies.
Have fun reading the erotic literature, my darlings. Happy Reading!
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The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. The night exists for me in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.
I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt.
My last clear memory was stumbling away from the crowd, looking for a place to sleep. I was drunk… really drunk. I was being a typical teenager: acting out, rebelling – trying to distance myself from a goody-two-shoes image. Before that night, I had only been to a couple of parties, most of my wild stories were embellishments. My parents were known for being strict, so I didn’t get invited out very often. I w anted desperately to be part of the cool, older crowd who drank and smoked cigarettes. I was thrilled to be at the party, drinking cans of Coors and tossing them in the back yard of the kid whose parents were out of town. I realized m y ride had left without me, I was feeling sick and disoriented and needed to sleep until I could walk home. I found an empty bed, it was a child’s bedroom, I was going to lie down for just a few minutes.
I’m awake and it’s dark. He is inside me. I feel sick. Who is on top of me? “What are you doing?” He grunts. I try to push him away but my arms are weak. “I don’t want to.” I try to pull my underwear up, they’re around my knees. He pins my arm down. “Please.” “Shhh.” “I’m going to be sick.” “Shhh.” He’s getting angry. There’s a crack in the door and I can see wood paneling in the hallway. He finishes on the child’s bed, next to me. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He gets up and walks out. I want to run away, but I’m ashamed and I don’t want anyone to see me. I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve known my rapist since childhood. He was one of the cool kids at my school, a popular jock who was older than me. The next morning, his friend called me a slut and said “don’t worry, I won’t tell his girlfriend.” His girlfriend found out, and soon everyone had heard what a slut I was. Somehow I was more comfortable with being a slut than with being raped, so I accepted it.
And I never told anyone, until now.
I’m afraid to tell my parents. I’m afraid my step-father will read this, figure out who it was, and confront my rapist. I’m nervous about how he’ll feel when he realizes he inadvertently teased me about the events that happened after that night. I forgave him but I’m afraid he won’t forgive himself.
I’m afraid the people in my home town will call me a liar, and judge my parents. I live 3000 miles away now, but my family will have to deal with the backlash.
I’m afraid for my rapist’s wife and children.
But today I’m facing those fears, as much as I can handle at a time. Today, this blog is the beginning of an idea that may or not become big. It’s still anonymous, but that’s okay. It’s all I’m ready for, just yet.
When you’re ready, and want to share, I’m here. We’ll do this together.
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Sounds like a fake story. Sorry, pretty cliche.
I think it sounds pretty fake but even though it might not be fake, nobody has to experience that, but my real question is why would you feel ok if people call you a slut. If I were you I wouldn’t like people calling me a slut, etc.
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A few years ago I created a survey on Mister Poll for Mother's Tied up. I kept checking for months but the poll never got put up. I gave up until a little while ago and discovered it had gone up and people had voted! I can't see the poll for some reason because it states "You have already voted". If the link is still good and anyone wishes to, drop me a line letting me know it's still active. Further if it is and there are mothers, aunts or older sisters and the like who wish to vote, please do. I'd love to see the results. And to that, if you wish to relate your story send it please. I'd be happy to put it up on my Deviant page credited or a
It 's summer and as usual Steve after spending the day playing with friends, come home to late, do a quick shower, turn on your computer and monitor facebook, until you notice the strange, the house seems empty, too quiet, she wonders if her mother will not be output to go somewhere or some friend, curious down the stairs and go to see the house, the garden with the pool is empty, the machine is still in the garage, so think that can be output on foot, in returning to his room wants to take a peek into her mother's room.
When he opens the door he was presented this: his mother is half-naked in bed, completely bound, at the time he was a hit,
The sun had risen on another beautiful Saturday morning and Alex was slowly starting to get out of bed with memories of the previous day.
Friday afternoon after school
Alex was walking home from school with Natalie and they where talking about what people where saying about them and the rumors they where hearing about them and the other captains. The talk about them was flying everywhere like airplanes and bombs in a war zone and was spreading like wild fire.
The latest was that Emily was so disgusted of how she got on the basketball team she quite the team and went to another school. Some say she went to a whole different state and others
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I had been tying up mom since I was young and always when we had the house to ourselves. Nothing too drastic, usually sitting in a chair with her feet tied together and her hands in her lap. Looking back I think at any time she could have just stool up and the ropes would have fallen off of her. And the gag. I don’t think a cloth across her mouth really did anything. But she loved me and indulged my idiosyncrasies. It wasn’t until Brandon came over that I got a clear understanding of what it was to really tie someone up.
Brandon was the brother of our babysitter. Breann would come over sometimes when my parents were going out and I would play these games with her. She must have told Brandon because I had mentioned to her that I tied up my mother once and a while.
One day at school Brandon came over and asked if we could play together. I was only six or seven at the time and he was at least twelve. I was confused but happy that an older kid wanted to have anything to do with a little kid like me.
The day it happened was when he asked if he could come over after school to have a play day. I said sure. He asked me if my mother would be home and I told him sure, where else would she be? Then he asked if my dad would be also. I told him my dad was on afternoon shift so he wouldn’t be home until late at night. This seemed to please him. I sensed something funny about those questions and decided that I should call my mother to see if it was alright to have him over. I told him I’d still have to check with my mother first.
So after school I asked if Brandon could come over. Mom asked if he was the bother of Breann our babysitter and I said yes. She knew him and thought it would be great. I called Brandon to tell him it would be alright to come over and he said he’d be by after dinner. So after dinner there was a knock on the door. My mother greeted Brandon warmly and invited him in.
He was very cordial and polite with my mom which was a little out of character because he was more of a tough guy at school. He came in and I noticed he had a knap sack with him. I was hoping that he brought over some of his cool ‘big boy’ toys to play with but he didn’t say anything about the bag. We adjourned to my room and started playing on my game console. I kept looking at his bag and finally asked him what was in the bag.
He smiled without taking his eyes of the screen and told me that it was things he used when he played cops and robbers. Oh boy I thought, I loved playing cops and robbers. I asked him if we could play. I had the toy gun, police badge and plastic handcuffs; all us kids had at one time. I told him I could play the cop and he could play the robber because I had all the cop stuff.
He said sure but wanted to change the game. Intrigued I asked him how. He said he would break into a house and take someone hostage. Then I would have to subdue the robber and rescue the hostage. This was a new take on how I traditionally played with mom. She was always the robber and I would catch her in the act to which we’d have a shootout with her missing every shot and me not.
Now who to play the hostage he asked. Right away I volunteered my mom. His eyes lit up and told me that was a great idea. So off I went to inform my mom we’d be taking her hostage in our game. Once informed she asked how does this go then? I didn’t know so I called Brandon over to explain. He very politely and calmly told my mom that she be taken hostage then be rescued by the cop, her son. I think she was impressed by his sincere and polite demeanour and quickly agreed.
So off we went. I went to get my gun belt and gun, badge, handcuffs and police cap while Brandon retrieved his back pack. We all met in the kitchen and decided how this was going to take place. Brandon took the lead and said he would sneak up on my mom then take her hostage. I was to wait out of sight and come when he was ready. We decided that I should wait in the living room while he took her to the rec-room downstairs. We all agreed. Then my mom asked how was she going to be kept? In a room, under a table. Where?
Then Brandon said he would tie her up on the carpet down stairs, this way there wouldn’t be any obstacles like a door or table and chairs to get in the way. Tied up I thought. Up until now I had never thought of playing cops and robbers this way. I wasn’t sure about letting someone else tie up my mom either because that was my thing. But when I looked over at my mom she seemed quite complacent to play. Who was I to object? Until then the only way I saw tying someone up was by the feeble way I had tied my mom. So with a slight regret I agreed.
As they made their way down stairs Brandon stopped me and said I have to wait up here until he was done. He didn’t want me to interfere or know exactly where she was downstairs. Where could she be I thought, we only have one carpet down there. So I sat in the living room as they went down stairs. It was only a couple of minutes and I couldn’t hear anyone talking after a while like I did when they first went down and the suspense was killing me. So I sneaked to the stairs commando style and peaked over the edge. What I saw caught me completely off guard.
There was my mom lying on the carpet. She was on her tummy while Brandon straddled her back. Her hands were behind her but they weren’t tied. What shocked me, in a series of surprises yet to come, was that he had tied a gag in her mouth. When I say in her mouth, I mean in her mouth. I had always wrapped a cloth around the lower part of her face over her lips but now there was a cloth deep in her mouth. I realized this because unlike my gags I couldn’t see anything covering the lower part of her face. Now, there was a cloth coming out of the corners of her mou
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