Nerds, Sex and Lies, Lots of Lies… (Erotic Short Story)

This story is 1629 words and rated: R.

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Nerds, Sex and Lies, Lots of Lies…

“Do you like video games?” Leslie’s date asked offhand, glancing around her recently-scrubbed living room.

“Psh, video games are so stupid.” Leslie moved sideways to block the view of her PS4, as though he hadn’t already seen.

“You have a PS4,” he pointed out, shrugging his leather jacket-clad shoulders. He tweaked his brown hair. It stood up in a wavy careless way that said he’d spent at least an hour in the bathroom this morning.

“It was my ex boyfriend’s.” Leslie grabbed a magazine to fan herself, only too late to realize it was her latest copy of Science Weekly. She dropped it like it was hot, puffing out her breasts, hoping they were distracting. “He was a huge, I mean just a massive nerd.”

“Dude, that’s so lame. I bet he was, like, lame in bed.”

“Yeah, totally. He was all like, joysticks.” She air tweaked her nipples demonstratively.

He laughed, a little uncomfortably she thought. If she didn’t stop using gaming metaphors he’d know she was a nerd.

He came to her rescue, fumbling with her breasts. “These babies are more like footballs, giant footballs.” He gave them a hardy squeeze. “Yeah man, touchdown!”

With a giggle, she moved his hands down to her waist.

His hands rested lightly on her hips, eyes mischievous. “We could, make better use of your ex’s PS4.”

Leslie shuddered involuntarily, a chill of nervousness. If he got anywhere near wrecking her PS4, the charade would be up. “What did you have in mind?” She followed this with an almost whispered, “He might make me pay for it.”

“Shh, just sit, close your eyes.”

Leslie backed into the couch, eyes closed to slits. She could still see the shadow of his movement, just enough to determine that her PS4 was not experiencing any violence. She closed her eyes tightly as he darkened her field of vision.

“Hands up.”

Reaching for the sky she was insanely aware of her own smell, of the way her elbows quivered. Cold air spilled across her stomach as he lifted her shirt up and over her head, peeling it off in one fluid motion. Warm hands held her wrists together, wrapping them around and around with bands. The PS4 cords, he’d pulled them from the back. She took a deep breath, a new feeling tingling across her skin: excitement. This could be fun.

“If you want me to stop, just say… football.”

Well that was definitely a safeword she wouldn’t forget. She gave a small nod, biting her bottom lip suggestively. Well so far sex with a jock was turning out to be worth the lies and deception. He seemed to be taking her body cues in, pulling her bra down decisively so that it propped up her breasts in the most tantalizing fashion.  His fingers brushed over her exposed nipples deliberately, causing a sensation that greatly overshadowed the motion that caused it.

“You like this?”

She gave a small moan, jutting her chest up. “I do.”

“Then let’s take these off too.”

With her underwear and pants stripped, there was nothing shielding her skin from the black leather of her couch. The very thought made her both anxious and overwhelmingly excited. He pried her knees open gently until she was spread wide. She couldn’t bear keeping her eyes closed anymore, getting a good look at the wet shine that lay on the insides of her shaking thighs. Apparently, light bondage was her thing.

The feathery trailing of his fingers up her slit and over her clitoris made her gasp. He repeated the motion four times, each frustratingly slight. Those dark brown eyes caught her gaze, gaging her.

“If you show me you really want it.” His hand slid over his crotch, then back up her leg, massaging the soft, doughy flesh.

She wanted it alright. Four fucking months at least since her last boyfriend, not that he was a good fuck. And no, a dildo stuck to a chair was not enough. She must have fucked that thing at least three times in one go, riding the chair until it squeaked and complained.

“I want it,” she rasped.

“Show me.” He rose, unzipping his pants.

Leslie readied herself for a blow job, mouth opening wide.

He wagged his finger, catching her chin and pushing it up. “Too easy. On your hands and knees, ass up.”

It took a second for her to fully grasp that he possibly meant anal. She squirmed uncomfortably. This was unexplored territory, terrifying really. “Do I have to?”

He shrugged, starting to tuck his cock back into his pants.

“Ok, ok.” She flipped quickly, squeezing her eyes shut. I can say football, I can make him stop, I hope.

She flinched as he parted her cheeks, warm spit dribbling down over her exposed asshole.

“Just relax.”

Easier said than done. Just the touch of his finger made her move away, but she overrode the instinct, making herself sit still. He rubbed the space between firmly, giving her a sudden rush of pleasure even as he slid higher, gently pressuring her asshole. He pushed in just enough to meet resistance, then rubbed more, stroking up and down, then pushing. Leslie gave a moan, imagining what it might feel like to have his cock inside.

A little more spit. “Relax,” he whispered, kissing her shoulders seductively.

More pushing, this time further, deeper, against the resistance. This is so dirty, like a porn clip.

He continued, backing off, then pressuring until she could feel a surprising loosening of her sphincter. Then it happened. He forcefully shoved his wet finger all the way. She gasped, then pushed back against it, relishing the violation. This didn’t last long before he pulled out, positioning two fingers in the same area. More spit, more pushing, less prep. She, in fact, no longer needed as much prep. The area as a whole seemed to have relaxed completely and she was riding a wave of ecstasy. More was better, just not too fast. That’s what he gave her, finding space for three of his rather thick fingers.

The pumping, well that took it over the top. He went nice and deep, because evidently there was a spot there and he knew where it was. Every thrust hit it, every twist of his fingers brought her closer. If she could stroke her clit right now she’d be over the top for sure. In her desperation she scooched as far forward as possible, angling her crotch towards the couch back, hoping to get even the slightest friction. She managed as he thrust particularly hard, and the sensation was heaven. Unfortunately he noticed the excessive grinding, clicking his tongue and pulling back at her hips.

“Easy there, you little slut. It’s my cock, or nothing at all.”

“Then stop teasing me,” she snapped back.

His hands were so strong on her shoulders she could feel his agitation. “Do you want me to punish you, sassy little bitch?”

She nodded speechlessly, head bobbing hard. “Please?”

That was all he needed. She’d never know how he got the condom on so fast, but a little more spit and his cock was pushing against her aggressively. The bulging head felt way bigger than his four fingers. Panic filled her chest for a second, but she reminded herself to relax as he pushed in hard. The relaxing worked and his cock slid in, albeit with some pain. She gave a cry and he slowed, pulling out enough to add more spit, then pushing back in half way.

Once he achieved maximum penetration he began to give it to her good, left hand spreading between her legs and pulling her back as he thrust in. His fingers surprised her, hooking up against her pussy, palm pressing and rubbing her clit. The wetness there yielded to him, opening wide to all of his fingers, a nice tight fit. His right hand grabbed her breast, squeezing cruelly until she yelped. The mix of feelings hit her hard, making her head spin. Just as he managed to push his curled fingers most of the way into her pussy, slamming himself deep into her ass, she went over. That dark, warm stirring that always began in her pubic area blossomed, rocketing into her legs and up through her spine, much quicker than she was used to. This was followed by several dirty exclamations on her part.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuccckkkk!”

It got better as he pushed the deepest yet, cock spasming. That synchronicity was something special, his primal moans echoing in her ears.

Finally, her orgasm released her, letting lucidity settle in her brain. Yeah, so I just let an almost stranger fuck my ass on my couch, that’s loneliness right there.  He was still knuckle and ball deep in her, but slowly withdrawing. First his fingers slipped out with a wet squelch, then his cock backed out uncomfortably, tugged out the last couple of inches making her wince, then relax in relief.

She twisted around, eager to see his face as he fiddled with the cords around her wrists. He looked just as dazed as her, euphoric.

“How was that? Was I good?” she asked, eager for verbal conformation of what she saw in his eyes. He took a deep breath before answering.

“I think I just leveled up.”

His words snuck up on her, and he looked instantly ashamed, face flaming as she twisted around again to stare at him harder.

“I mean, dude, you just blew my mind,” he rephrased quickly.

Leslie raised an eyebrow. “Like a creeper?”

“M-m-more like, a, like a,” he finished in a low embarrassed whisper, “a wither.”

Needless to say, they spent the rest of the evening playing Fortnite and drinking wine.




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Sexual Selection (short story)

In the cold skeleton of the bus stop I spat, adding to the detritus of human waste. There she was, cocooned against the angular shadows. A sweet slip of husk, smelling of smoke and spilled coffee. Subservience.

How I’d tempt her into a better life, if my feathers were brighter.

Worshiping the Queen (femdom erotica)

317 words, rated R. Enjoy, all you fellow perverts. : D

Lucid as he was, there was a certain inescapable unreality to his position. It was too good to be true. A tangle of chills overcame him as she ground her heel into the tender space between his balls and cock. Those heels, gorgeous sea foam green, shiny and spotless.

“Please, my queen, give me more,” he begged, relishing the deep sensation, a vividness surpassing any normal coitus.

She licked her ruby lips devilishly. “Perhaps I tire of this game.”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise!”

“Fine. Please me, then present yourself.”

He swallowed hard, pleasing was something difficult. How should he begin? Not too eager, not too slow. A nip here and there, a steady stroking with his tongue, up and down the creases of her Goddess pussy. He was lucky, feeling the labia swelling under his attentiveness.

“Present,” she growled tersely.

He swung around, ass rising eagerly. “Yes queen, please queen.”

She was kind enough to massage him, fingers stroking from the small of his back, down between his ass cheeks. Then some lube, more than he deserved. He hung his head low, gazing between his knees to watch as she leisurely removed her shoe. His cock bobbed, pre-cum shining. He wouldn’t be allowed to cum, but it barely mattered as the toe pushed hard against his anus, breaking the resistance. A little deeper and he was clutching the couch, praying he wouldn’t lose it, disappoint his queen. Problem was the pain, how could he resist? His cock shuddered and jerked. He tried to focus on the texture of the white wall before him, on his fingers, wedding band, dark hair growing just below his knuckles, but it was all too relentless. A strangled moan caught in his throat, semen splattering on the plastic covered cushions.

The snarl of rage from his queen said he’d be fucked this time, and not in the way he wanted.


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Amnesia (Erotic Short Story, M/M)

This story includes no actual sex (I know, sad faces all around), and clocks in 489 words.


Clay couldn’t quite dislodge his boot from the tight crack in the red rocks and ended up slipping his foot out. The dusty ground was hot as he wrestled with the boot, rocking it back and forth, back and forth. He gave up after a while and sat down heavily in the dirt, staring up into the deep blue sky, tears rolling down his cheeks. It was a fine damn thing being here all alone, trying to pretend that he could do things like this alone.

Henry would have already yanked the rocks apart with his sheer muscle, the same muscle that held Clay tight in the dark long nights. It was back to being the skinny, helpless freak for Clay.

A shadow fell across him, bringing a welcome coolness with it. “You OK. there buddy?” a deep voice asked.

Clay craned his neck, looking up at the large man. He had a thick shiny mustache, chocolate brown eyes and a massive cattleman-style cowboy hat. Clay wiped his tears away quickly, apprehensive. Perhaps this would be the day he died. Country people weren’t exactly welcoming to his kind. Not something he’d ever had to worry about with Henry on his arm. “I’ve just gotten my boot stuck here, sir.”

The man came down to Clay’s level. “You can call me Lewis, and you look like you’ve got more problems than just this boot. Anything I can help with?” Lewis gave one of the rocks a good wiggle and yank, uprooting it like a tooth out of a gum. He seemed friendly enough, not menacing, despite his size.

“I doubt it,” Clay mumbled, cheeks burning. He wasn’t likely to find someone to replace Henry. All those years, all those memories, so hard to forget. “My boyfriend just broke up with me.”

Lewis looked at him curiously, holding out the boot for Clay to take. “Really.”

“Really, truly.” Clay pulled his boot back on with a sigh. “I shit you not.”

Lewis leaned in close, bulky hand resting on Clay’s knee, squeezing slow and even. “Do you need help getting back to your cabin?”

“What kind of help are we talking about? Do you have a car?” Clay looked up into his face, trying decide quickly if he liked the mustache.

The mustache twitched as Lewis shook his head and smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “But I can carry you back.”

“And then?” Clay shivered involuntarily, biting his bottom lip. He liked the mustache.

“Then I figure you’ll need some rest, and I’ll need some rest.” Lewis smiled wider yet, face getting closer and closer until Clay could feel his breath washing over his skin.

Clay let his eyelids droop, angling his chin up, waiting. Lewis took the cue, kissing Clay tenderly.

“I think I just developed amnesia,” Clay whispered after he broke the kiss, grabbing one of Lewis’s strong arms. “You’ll definitely have to help me back now.”



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Better Person (erotic short story)

Excited to announce my story ‘better person’ has been featured on ERWA’s gallery!! It will appear in my upcoming book of short stories tentatively titled ‘pain slut.’ The title pretty much says everything you need to know.

I’m enjoying every minute exploring this very personal aspect of sexuality, and if it’s your thing, I hope you’ll join me.

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Rise of the Machines (8, final)

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The hand towel was warm in Darnell’s hand as he dabbed the cut on Amanda’s cheek. Excess water dribbled down her long smooth neck, and he had to use every bit of self-control to not follow it down to the swells of her breasts.

“Her husband just died, dammit. Cool off.”

But Darnell’s cock pressed against its denim cage, begging to be released. His hand trembled, lowering, brushing her left breast. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “This is super inappropriate.”

Amanda was smiling though, a soft look in her eyes. “That’s alright, I like you too.”

Darnell jerked his head towards the living room questioningly.

A sad look transformed her face, wetness collecting in the corner of her eyes. “Let’s pretend. We might die soon anyways.”

He understood completely, rolling back her bikini top, skimming the stiff pink nipple with his dark fingers. Gravity multiplied, smushing their bodies together, warm and alive. The kisses were electric, a deep but anticipated first.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, delicate hand freeing his cock. “Like it’s the last time.”

Darnell pulled her bottoms down, pushing his throbbing tip against the wet cleft, just enough to know she was ready, before thrusting hard.

Machines 5, humans….10


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Rise of the Machines (7)

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Amanda glanced at the twitching housebot. “Nice shot, you must have hit the motherboard.”

Darnell didn’t have time to ask how such a beautiful woman knew what a motherboard was. Amanda motioned for him to follow. A din floated from the kitchen, clanking, whirring, gurgling. Apparently every gadget in the heavily automated space had come to life.

Amanda looked around the corner, then pressed against the wall, nodding at Darnell. “I thought having a kitchen that could make us breakfast in the morning was the best thing ever, not so much anymore. Cover me, I’ll try to take out the drone.”

As soon as she rounded the corner something shiny and sharp glanced her cheek. Darnell didn’t think twice, jumping in front of her. If he died, this was a good way. The drone was hovering the island, lord of machines. Darnell took one shot, blowing a hole in the cabinets, then another, sending the drone spiraling with smoke and sparks.

The silence was deafening. Darnell turned to Amanda, who was holding her bloody cheek. “We better take care of that,” he said, as if he wasn’t just about to shit his pants.

Amanda smiled. “Let’s.”

Machines 5, humans 2.

Rise of the Machines (6)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4), Rise of the Machines (5). (each story section is exactly 200 words)


Darnell turned. “Amanda?” She’d disappeared. Before he could start to worry, the TV flicked on. Numbers appeared on the screen, as if someone was typing in a channel. The twenty-four hour news station appeared, focusing on the white house. President confirmed dead, death toll rising.


PI Ghost 4: Scared yet?

Darnell jumped as Amanda’s hand rested on his arm.

“Here,” she said, biting her plump bottom lip. “You take out the house bot, I’ll get the drone.” She held out a glock. “You can shoot right?”

Darnell swallowed hard. “Of course. Let me take out the drone.”

Amanda shook her head. “I have lots of practice.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, one hand on the knob, gun pointed at the floor.

Darnell mimicked her, gun pointed downwards, finger sliding over the safety. Amanda suddenly looked like a badass Goddess.

She flung the door open, stepped over Tim’s body, leveled, and fired.

Darnell caught a flash of the drone buzzing into the kitchen. The house bot came silently from his left and he just managed to turn and aim into the large hovering chassis. Sparks flew and the recoil pushed him into the wall.

Machines 5, humans 1.


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Rise of the Machines (5)

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Tim all but rolled on the floor laughing at the idea that Darnell’s drone was trying to kill them. “What’s it gonna do, break the door down? Why didn’t it kill us already?”

Darnell didn’t have to answer, Amber snuggled harder against his chest explaining patiently in a muffled voice. “It’s connected to the wifi and our apps.”

As if to prove her point the shower hissed to life and the blinds shuddered, lowering until the room was dim.

“You have an automated shower?” Darnell asked, staring down at the edge of Amber’s face.

She smiled slightly. “When you’re busy with foreplay you don’t really want to twiddle with shower nobs.”

Tim was unconvinced. “I think you’re just a sly bitch. You’ve been eyeing Darnell from the day he moved in.” Tim threw the door open, striding into the living room.


Amber gave a scream, squeezing the living daylights out of Darnell’s ribs. Darnell reached out, slamming the door shut, but not before getting an eyeful of Tim’s gaping bloody throat. Their flying robot assistant whirred and struggled to detach itself from the carnage, knife tool coming out of Tim’s flesh with a sucking sound.

Machines 5, humans 0.


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Rise of the Machines (4)

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The drone beeped and buzzed, making Amber drop it. Darnell lurched to catch it, but the drone shot towards the spacious ceiling.

“That’s not funny Darnell!” Amber squeaked, eyes wide. She clutched her voluminous breasts and craned her neck.

Tim laughed, slapping his knee. “Classic dude.”

Suddenly Darnell’s phone pinged again. He retrieved it, fingers shaking.

PI Ghost 4: Now, someone dies.

Darnell glanced up. “Guys-”

The house’s automatic door locks clicked with an ominous finality.

Time checked his own phone. “That’s weird.”

“The bedroom, come on.” Darnell grabbed Amber’s arm, tugging hard. Amber seemed to understand, following.

Tim looked confused, coming too. “Want to fuck my wife that bad eh?”

Darnell shut the bedroom door. “How much of your house is automated?”

“No foreplay?” Tim chortled.

“Pretty much all of it,” Amber answered in a whisper. “Why?”

“I think my drone is trying to kill us.”


From Tim: “You’re joking right?”

Amber didn’t take her eyes off Darnell, tears welling up in them. “We’re going to die.”

Darnell wasn’t expecting the soft pressure of her perfumed breasts, her arms wrapped tight around him. He stood tall, looking brave. “Not if I can help it.”

Machines 4, humans 0.


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