Free short erotica


I've been posting original short erotica on Fetlife for the past few months, and after talking to some of my readers on my private Facebook group, I've decided to share them here on my blog. I've been told by a few Doms lately that I'm a rare submissive in that I'm willing to milk a man's prostate, rim and peg him. So, I've been asked by a few of my readers to share some of my journal entries since they're also instructional in a way. So, I'll start with my newest erotica I've posted today, and then every few days post something else I've already shared on my Fet profile.



“Do it now,” he says in my ear, gripping my arm and helping me to do just that.
“What did you say?”
“I said no.” I try to hide my head in my pillow, but he won’t let me. He’s gripping my jaw now instead.
“You better have a damn good reason. That ass is mine to explore.”
“Because I’ve soaked my thighs.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
His hand connects with my ass, and instead of screaming in pain because it stings, I’m gushing even more and my ass is reaching for him.
“What’s wrong with me?” I shake my head—or try to.
“You’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He releases my jaw with a sharp flick of his hand and then growls. “Ass. In the air. Now!”
He’s serious? He wants to see how disgustingly wet I am? This cannot be normal.
“I’ve never done this before,” I remind him.
“I know, and you won’t regret it. I’ve read your journal you showed me. You crave this like I do. Be a good little slut and present your asshole to me.”
I squirm away from him.
“I’m not gonna ask again . . .” His jaw tightens.
I slowly move onto hands and knees and then go back to hiding my head in the pillows.
“This is going to be cold,” he says.
“What’s going to be—oh shit!”
Something chilly, metallic, round and slick is at my anus, but not pushing inside yet.
“Relax. Think about lying out at the beach in the sun,” he suggests.
“How am I supposed to do that?” I say, muffled by the pillow I’m about to bite any second now.
I fist the pillowcase, fighting back the urge to beg for more. But then every few seconds, I mentally flip flop and want to run screaming out of the room.
What if it hurts?
What if I don’t like it and my fantasies are way better than the real thing?
I’ll be crushed if I don’t like it.
Cheryl told me her rectum actually bled and she swears it could cause hemorrhoids. Yuck! I don’t want that.
“What’s going on in that head of yours? You’re clenching your cheeks together and I haven’t even tried to get inside you yet.” He hums for a second.
“It’s just that . . . What if I suck at this? What if I don’t like it?” I bite my lower lip and want to crawl under the mattress.
He pulls the toy away, and I whimper immediately.
His warm hands push down on my lower back.
“Okay, we’re switching gears here. Grab the lube.”
“What? Why?” I move to kneeling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . .”
“It’s nothing you need to apologize for. Grab it.” He points at the bottle on the nightstand.
“Ooooh-kay.” I stretch my neck to the side, grab it and squirt some in my right palm. “Now what?”
He drops down onto the bed, shoves a pillow under his ass and then puts his hands behind his head. “Explore my anus.”
“What the fuck, James . . . I don’t know how to do that,” I say, whining a little.
“I don’t give a fuck if you know what you’re doing. The best way to learn is to see that it doesn’t hurt as much as you think it does. Can the sensations be intense or overwhelming? Fuck yeah—they can. That’s not the same as pain though. So, I’m giving you permission to see what it’s like. Watch my reactions. Ask me if you ever think I’m in pain, and I’ll tell you what it feels like.”
“You’ll describe it to me?” I take a deep breath.
“In detail?” My pitch goes up and so do my eyebrows.
His eyes soften. “In excruciating detail.”
“Won’t my nails hurt you?”
“Hold up your hand,” he says.
I show it to him.
“They’re short and filed so it’s fine. Just point the pad of your finger up, okay?”
I nod and hold my breath as I lube up my left index finger. “I’m left handed. Is that all right?”
“You bet your fucking cunt it is. Do it. Stop stalling. I’m ready.” He grins and angles his head up a little more so he can watch me as I flounder and huff and wonder what got me into this place to begin with.
“I didn’t know men . . .”
He snorts. “What? Like their asses explored? Sweetheart, if you figure out how to milk my prostate, I’ll kiss your ass for the rest of your days.”
I laugh. “Okay, let’s not get carried away. I wouldn’t even begin to know how to do that.”
His eyes light up. “I’ll teach you. It’s easy. Nothing to it really.”
Okay, I’m sure this can’t be as scary as I think it is. Just do it, Jen. Put your finger on his puckered hole and prod it. Yes, you’ll look like an idiot, but no more so than when your ass was in the air and you were cringing, worrying about insertion.
The second my index finger hits his anus, he moans and relaxes into the bed like he’s melting at my touch.
“Very,” he says, his eyelids going heavy. “Keep going.”
I circle around it, run the tip of my finger across the hole and watch as his cheeks clench and open rhythmically, almost inviting my finger inside.
My God, he really likes this.
“Okay, I’m going to . . .” I bite my upper lip, suck it inside my mouth and slowly edge my fingertip inside up to the first knuckle.
He gasps and then his thighs twitch.
“I’m hurting you!” I bite out.
“No, you’re not. You’re blowing my mind right now. Keep going,” he says, his tone husky.
My hands are shaking as I push a little further and watch him tip his head back and breathe heavy. “Fuck, that’s it, girl. Deeper . . . Keep it moving.”
I do as he suggests, and he pants harder.
“Nice. Very good girl.”
I glow inside. I feel powerful. Fuck. I am powerful. I have my finger inside a man. I never would have ever thought I could do this.
“Aim up now toward my belly button,” he says.
I do it, and he gasps really hard.
“Slower . . . Sweetheart, don’t rush,” he says.
I nod.
Right. Slow. I can do that.
“There’s a dip, and that’s where you’ll feel it. A small little bump. Touch it,” he says, sounding drugged now.
“Touch it how?” I squint and wonder if he’s on some kind of medication. This can’t be right. It’s this easy to find his prostate?
“However you like, just gently at first. Think of how you like me touching your G spot. This is *my* G spot, and you know how that feels. It’s similar.”
I think I get it now.
My finger slips over a little protruding button hidden behind his silky, warm walls.
I stare at his cock—still hard, so I must be doing something right.
“Holy Jesus,” I say a few moments later when he’s leaking profusely.
“That’s for you. Taste it, baby girl.”
I lean over, run the tip of my tongue over his slit and love how sweet his pre-cum is.
Damn. I did that. I’m the reason he’s leaking?
His hips jut up toward me, so I take him in my mouth deeper and suck on his cock as I keep my finger slowly moving in his ass, circling that G spot of his.
“More . . . Oh God, don’t stop,” he says, watching me.
My eyes move to his, and I pray that I’m not damaging something inside him somehow.
“You have me so fucking hard, baby girl.” His hands go to the side of my head and he guides me up and down his length.
Deeper each time, and because he’s reacting so much, I lube up a second finger real fast and push that inside as well.
“Ssssfffffffff . . . Fuck yes, woman. Right there. Keep doing that!”
I smile around his cock and my two fingers assault his prostate, almost squeezing on both sides of it.
“Oh Jesus, oh fuck, I . . . I’m gonna cum,” he says with a guttural groan.
Already? I’ve barely been inside him for five minutes, if even that.
I push down on his G spot the way he does mine and a second later I’m pumping in and out faster, prodding his prostate relentlessly, praying to God this feels good.
His hips buck, and out of nowhere he’s screaming my name, flooding my mouth and his ass is clamping down, twitching around my fingers.
I know what that feels like to have his fingers yanked out of me when I’m cumming, so I leave my finger motionless inside him, but off his prostate while I let him ride it out.
This orgasm seems way stronger than anything I’ve ever seen from him.
“Fuuuu-uuuck,” I whisper as I watch him thrash and feel him still spurting into my mouth that’s kind of hanging open in awe at this point.
“Hhhhhuhhhhh,” he exhales in a rush as the last of his climax fades and then he absolutely goes limp into the mattress and heavy in my mouth as his cock jerks a little.
I open my mouth wide and back off, but leave my fingers inside him.
“That was incredible,” I say on a sweeping breath. I can barely breathe at this point.
“Fucking right it was. You were a natural,” he says, beaming at me.
“Wow. Just . . . Yeah, I loved that.”
“Good, because I loved it more than you can possibly know.” He watches me, as if he’s expecting me to do something big.
“I . . . Can I?” I keep my hand completely still.
“You can keep your fingers inside me as long as you want, baby, but if you’re going to keep them there, then you better figure out some way to do that while I get inside your ass.”
“Oh.” My voice breaks and something inside me does too as I pull my fingers out a bit too excitedly, because yes, I want him to do that to me.
The exact same fucking thing, but now I’m not afraid. I’m high off the thought of it, and I’m damn near giddy.
I turn around, have my ass practically in his face, and moan the second his tongue is buried in my crack and swiping over my asshole.
“Say it,” he growls when he takes a breath.
“This slut wants it. Bad.” I moan and grin wide.
“Good girl. And you’ll get it . . .”

Roll Over (part 2)
This is the second half of that short erotica piece I shared yesterday. I posted this on Fetlife today. Keep in mind this has graphic anal sex in it, so be warned if you're not into anal sex...

“I want it,” I say.
“I want it, Daddy, so bad,” I say with a moan at the end.
Smack, smack!
His spankings grow harder, and I get louder.
I squirm as I absorb three more amazing swats to my ass.
My cheeks tingle, and my pussy does too.
He massages each one slowly at first, gently, until I cry out, “Please, grip them hard!”
The second his fingers dig in and he spreads my cheeks apart, I’m gulping in air and begging for more.
“Please, harder. Harder, oh God!” I thrust my ass in the air.
As soon as I say it, I know very well he might correct me and remind me I’m topping from the bottom.
I don’t mean to, but I really crave it.
This is bigger than I am. It’s erotic. It’s dirty, and I want so much more.
“Hold still, little one. You’re gonna like this.” He drops onto the bed, spreads my legs wide, and I brave myself for being penetrated in the ass for the very first time.
My nipples harden even though they’re squished into the mattress.
Swiiip, swiiip, swiiip.
Ropes drag down my legs, and before I know it my ankles are tethered to the posts at the end of the bed.
“Oh Jeeeeezus.” I fist the sheets and can’t seem to stop wiggling around.
My heart is about to drive its way out of my chest and into the mattress.
“I’ll go slow—slow enough you’ll feel every fucking inch,” he says on a deep inhale with his nose barely an inch from my asshole. “Christ you smell amazing.”
A shiver runs down my neck, and my arms break out in chills.
“Say it again.” Smack!
“I want it so baaaaad!” My voice shakes, proving just how much I do want it.
He lubes up his right index finger and slides it through my crack, playing, teasing, making my cheeks prickle with need.
“Fuuuuuck!” I cry out, my belly arching away from the bed, to where I’m almost levitating and forcing my ass up higher and higher, closer and closer to him and his cock.
His tongue lands on my crack. He sucks, probes with the tip of his tongue, places open mouthed kisses along each cheek, each inner thigh and then he’s back in place, sucking on my clit.
“Ooohhhhhhhhh gaaaaawd, James!” I choke on my words, in need of some air and some sanity.
“You want more. You want it all, baby girl.” His finger slips inside. “Love this. Love you!”
I make a hoarse whimpering sound that’s entirely too raw and needy, but I can’t seem to care, because he’s got my clit sucked into his mouth and he’s inside my asshole.
“Beads? Naughty . . .” He takes a deep breath. “So naughty it’s nice.” He chuckles.
I shoved them in there, along with the retrieval ring, when he let me go take a quick shower.
I smile.
One lone finger inside me rolls them around, pushing them against my rectum wall until I’m insane with lust.
I have no idea how long I pant and tell him I love him, but eventually there are two fingers inside me, playing with those balls more and tugging at the end of it every few seconds. He takes the ring back out of my anus so it’s hanging freely out of me again.
“I’m . . . I’m gonna cum,” I warn him a moment later as he keeps those balls moving inside me.
“Go ahead. I never said you needed permission this time,” he tells me, sounding completely amused.
“But I . . . Don’t you want me to wait until you’re fucking my ass?” I lick my lips, close my eyes and wait for the resounding ass smack.
His fingers retreat, and I wince, bracing myself. I do want another spanking, but I’m also aware my cheeks are burning a little, and it’s going to be really intense when my anus is still nothing but intense sensations.
I clench my cheeks, then release rhythmically until he’s on top of me, pressing his weight into me, making me sink further into the mattress.
“Does my little girl wanna be fucked in the ass now? Doesn’t she think I know what I’m doing and what’s best for her?”
“I . . . God, I don’t know.” I shake my head. Am I supposed to be the contrite sub now? We never were all about strict rules or punishment. Or is he role playing here? What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“You do know. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you—my anal virgin, ready to be taken.” He kisses the top of my ear, then licks it and toys with the lobe a second later with his tongue.
His humid breath washing over me makes it harder to breathe than his weight pressing into me, which I love entirely too much.
I can’t answer. My breathing’s too ragged.
“What did you say? I can’t hear my slut when she’s struggling for air like this.” He rolls his hips into me, then backs off.
Pinch! Pinch! Pinch!
“Ohhhhhhh fuck!” I rock side to side as he pinches my ass, making the sensations double.
He bites his way down my neck, rubs his rough whiskers across my left shoulder blade and keeps pinching me until I’m nothing his whiny slut.
“I think you need time to consider what you want,” he says.
Something makes a humming noise, but I’m too nervous to look and see what it is.
A smooth toy rocks against my puckered hole repeatedly for several minutes and then eases its way inside me.
It vibrates against the beads, making me clamp down and hum low in my throat as I try to take in all the movement.
There’s some shuffling around by him behind me, but I’m not sure at all what he’s doing now.
“Like it?” he asks with a loud, gruff voice.
“Ummmhmmm.” I nod, but it’s pathetic and weak.
“How much? Enough to keep going?”
“Mmmhmm.” I nod again, but this time it sounds like I’m on the verge of tears.
I’m not sure if I’m crying or gonna pass out from euphoric overload. They both feel about right in this moment as I keep trying to take it all in.
This is so overpowering, and if I can barely take this, what am I going to do when his cock’s inside me? Rocket into the ceiling?
My Lord, no wonder he tied me down.
He must’ve known this would happen. That I’d be a shaking, incoherent mess of a woman that’s nothing but primal needs and edgy desire.
“I know my girl can take more. She’s so good. Such a good girl.”
The bed moves as his weight settles at the right corner of the mattress by my outstretched leg.
He strokes his way up to my knee. “So sexy, and so mine.”
I swallow before I slobber on the bed. Somehow the sensations have dulled a little, and I feel really relaxed. Sated almost.
There’s a little bit of a burn, but I like it.
No. I love it.
I need it—to remind me I’m here. I’m doing this, and it’s not bigger than me anymore.
I can take it up the ass and be the anal slut I’ve always craved being.
Squish, squish, squish.
The toys rock up and down in my ass, but each time he gets to the point of my sphincter and I think he might pull it out, he doesn’t. He just pushes it a little deeper, and I moan that much louder.
The deeper it is, the more I feel. The more I ache for something bigger.
Something better . . .
“Such a good little slut for me. Daddy’s very proud of his girl and how well she takes toys up the ass,” he growls.
The toy is gently pulled out, and I remember to bear down as it exits so the burn is a little less noticeable, but I definitely still feel it and grunt from from the stretching.
“Oh, yeah, my anal slut is very ready. You’re already a pro at this,” he says.
And then . . . Oh God, it’s not him. It can’t be.
It’s too small to be him.
I twist my head over my shoulder, and I gawk at him because he’s got a harness on, and a smaller dildo than his dick.
“Why?” I croak as he pushes it inside me.
“Because you need to gradually break in your ass. The reason women hate anal is because some asshole shoves a thick meaty piece in her ass without much prep or work up.” He grins at me.
I’m so amazed at how sweet and caring he is, that I grin back like a big dope.
“How does it feel?” He strokes my back with one hand while he supports his weight with his other gripping my hip.
“It’s nice. The beads are moving,” I say, then I drop my head back down.
I never thought it would be this way.
So easy. So natural.
So not scary.
And he doesn’t even seem to care that he’s got a hard on again but he’s using a strap on anyway.
How did I ever get lucky enough to meet this man?
He’s better than any fantasy man I’ve ever read or dreamed about.
His lips are on me, nipping, changing my focus briefly, and then it’s back again—back on the toys in my ass, moving, changing the way I see orgasms.
It’s coming. It’s right there.
But I don’t want it yet.
“I know you’re trapped in your head. No more of that. Just feeeeeel,” he whispers, shoving the dildo in deeper.
His pace quickens, and I clamp down, feeling the tip massage deep inside my rectum.
God, this is unreal.
It’s better than anything I could have ever imagined.
My inner walls tremble, and my neck extends back.
He reaches around and grips under my chin. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Tell me how much you like it. Cum for me, little anal whore.”
My tummy tightens from his delicious words, and my heart clenches.
Right as it builds to the point I can barely stand it and I’m about to come undone, he pulls out, and the beads are yanked from me in a swift tug.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me! James! Oh God, oh God, oh gaaaaawd!”
I don’t know what the hell happens, but I hear a squirt as he rustles around behind me—maybe taking off the harness?—and then something thicker, bigger, wedges itself inside my ass. And instead of that crazy orgasm ending that was taking me down, another consumes me, and I’m cumming harder than I ever have before.
My arms fling back, and I grip strong thighs, and I know . . .
He couldn’t help himself.
He had to get inside me.
He’s fucking my ass.
“Louder!” he hisses in my ear, and he pulls my hair with a quick jerk.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Yes! Christ yes!” The climax hits me hardest when he’s as deep as he can go, pulling my hair harder and biting my neck right at the curve above my shoulder.
The rhythmic pounding from him slows and something warm fills my ass and gushes out of me.
“Hhhhhuuuuuhhhhuuuuhhh,” I pant and still thrash and can’t get over how long both those orgasms lasted.
He eases his way out of my ass, spreads himself behind me and licks what’s dripping from me—clit to asshole. Big passing sweeps.
I twitch from the all the sensitive reactions it causes from me.
“So yummy, my girl. I could eat you all day,” he says, his hands caressing the backs of my thighs, my ass cheeks and lower back.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as some sort of drunken giggle instead.
My eyelids are heavy, and I can barely think about anything other than how free I feel.
How utterly boneless I am.
I did it. Finally!
“God, you made that better than being flogged and fucked, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
He sighs and sits up. “Anything’s possible with you. Anything. That’s why I love you, and why I’ll never stop playing with you.”

NOTE: Keep in mind, this is obviously erotica, and a first time anal experience would go even slower than this, but it's a fantasy, so things can't drag, mmkay? Also, I get asked about the independently moving anal beads I talk about all the time. Here’s the link: They’re cheap, and they give mind blowing orgasms when they’re in the ass and your partner penetrates you with them inside. Sheer heaven as the beads roll into the vaginal wall, massaging the G spot through the membrane. The best orgasms I’ve had where I could not keep from screaming myself hoarse happened this way. Mmm…. Nice.

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