Sexy Stories

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It’s my pleasure to introduce you to the erotica and erotic writing part of my blog. Hopefully you will discover a little pleasure here too.

As well as featuring other, and undoubtedly more amazing, erotic writers here at Cara Sutra in the Erotic Authors Spotlight Series and various guest posts by the likes of multi-award nominated sex writer Voluptasse, I do write my own erotic stories now and then. Some are pure fantasy, some have their roots in reality. Reflecting my own sexual tastes, the erotica I write is varied in theme, depending on the mood I’m in or which particular muse has inspired me at any particular time.

You will find erotica and sexy short stories touching on traditional topics such as vanilla M/F sex, but also fetish inspired stories whether the D/s is M/f or spectacularly Femdom. There are also ageplay based stories where I revel in the taboos of Daddy/babygirl fiction, and lesbian erotica written to attempt to do some sizzlingly hot experiences justice.

Here are just a few examples of the free erotica you can find at Cara Sutra:

Girl Date: The First Fuck is The Sweetest

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“I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges…”

Reclaiming His Territory

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“When I swallowed on the tip of his cock, it pushed him over that edge. A flood of hot cum and I managed to take it down, swallowing his load like a good girl. “

Getting His Money’s Worth In The Big Smoke

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“He was hers now. Putty. Ready to fuck. She’d place serious bets that his cock was straining to salute her dominant assertions; putting her stocking clad leg between his just affirmed that for her. Oh yeah. He was rock hard and HOT.”

Paying For Her First Lesbian Experience

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“Putting my head down to her I enjoyed her smell with a carnal pleasure. Her hands were in my hair and mine were about her hips, holding her in place for my attentions. I nuzzled her clit through the slippery material, teasing her about what was to come.”

Pretty When I Cry

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“He likes it more when he has to fight me, when he has to force me to stay still, to fuck me in spite of myself and as he rapes my body with his powerful cock. I wriggle as much as I can, which isn’t much, but the small movements are enough to get him pulsing in my arse.”

Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Lily Harlem

“I’m not going to fuck you, Leo—not yet anyway,” he whispered. A knot of disappointment wound in Leo’s belly. His cock was still surging forward but he was completely unashamed of the fact that his trousers appeared to have a tent pole in them. He needed to get some kind of relief, some kind of satisfaction. He’d go mad if he didn’t. He was sure of it.

Reduced To A Machine By Mistress | FemDom Fantasy Story

By slave penny: He believed he had just felt a cool breeze, a waft of air from the outside world. His naked body would certainly be sensitive to such a thing. He knew, in reality however, that it could not be true. His room of confinement was deep inside the complex, many rooms from the nearest window or door to the outside world.

Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Dorothy Freed

Something about the woman in the blue merry widow and matching slave collar caught my attention. I liked the way her panties fit over her pubic mound, and the sleek look of her long dancer’s legs, in black thigh-high stockings and four inch heels. She looked to be in her late twenties, several years younger than I, with huge blue eyes and a head of wiry brown curls fanning out to her shoulders. Her small, perky breasts rode high on her chest; her asscheeks were firm and round. She was very pretty—in a strictly female kind of way. I saw her arrive with a couple, but watched her constantly as she moved gracefully around the room without them, and had the sense she was alone.

House Guests

There was no time to muse over the fast fuck though. Yanking my shorts and underwear back up, with little regard for his hot spunk which was beginning to seep out of my cunt, he grabbed my wrist and led me into one of the rooms.

Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Helena Maeve

She never thought she could come from someone playing with her nipples before—the very idea seemed like Cosmo levels of pseudo-science—but with Dylan rolling his tongue against her flesh, she began to revise that firm denial. Every swipe of his teeth, every wet, mind-blowing suck had her inner muscles clenching around thin air, cunt begging to be filled. Her clit throbbed in time with the pendulum flick of Dylan’s tongue. And just as her pleas rose to a crescendo, he pulled away. Hazel groaned, breaths knifing in and out of her chest. “Bastard.”

Girl date: The first fuck is the sweetest

I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges. Not content with giving just clitoral stimulation, worried it wouldn’t be enough, I slipped first the tip of my index finger inside her cunt, then my middle finger alongside it. Slowly and gently at first, I finger fucked her while my tongue danced over and around her clit.

Reclaiming his territory

He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument which could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation. To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I'm proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly… and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.

Becoming A Cuckold | FemDom Fantasy Story

By slave penny: Bob was waking, so he must have slept. There was no doubt that any sleep during that night would have been very little and of poor quality. The hard, two-seater sofa was hardly ideal for his six foot frame.

Capture by the Goddess | FemDom Fantasy Story

By slave penny: It was an exciting new adventure and another major step in our lives. Our very first home together. It was a small two bedroomed town house, but it was ours. Our love nest.

Spoons

Recursive ripples of pleasure emanating from our tangled form. My mouth taking in the pre-cum slicked tip of his cock, my lips wet by my tongue between taking more and more of his shaft until he’s fucking my throat. His freshly blown cock, still wet from a heady mixture of salty tears, cum and saliva, perfectly lubricated to slide balls-deep into my aching cunt. His generous cock which is always ready for more and never seems spent, completing the carnal hat-trick by flipping me over, smearing cold gel with finger tips and fucking my arse. Hard. While I sob from that addictive blend of exhaustion, need, pain and arousal, deep wracking cathartic sobs into the well-worn teddy of an ageplayer.

Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Rebecca Brooks

Because lifting his arms to the doorframe made his jacket rise up enough to expose the top of his low-slung jeans. As well as the thin green line of his boxers hugging his hips underneath. It didn’t take X-ray vision to know that just above that patch of skin, hidden by his white undershirt and whatever else he had on under his black North Face fleece, were two long dimples carved into his lower back, matching the dimples on his face. Officially the sexiest part of any man’s body and the one thing Casey dreamed about on those rare nights when she did, in fact, allow herself to dream. But this was not going to be one of those images she replayed in her mind’s eye. She was already berating herself for noticing. Not only had she turned to putty simply because he slid the hair out of his eyes as if he didn’t know the gesture would make every girl within a ten-mile radius want to extend her hand to his cheek. But she, Cassandra Webb, competent, capable, got dumped on her ass but still got back up again, thirty-four-year-old independent woman, had checked out his twenty-something-year-old butt.

Living As A Slave To My Ex, The Bitch

By slave penny: There was light. To some extent I took it for granted, but the fact that light from the small window, high on the wall of the cellar that was my home, should penetrate the blanket that covered my cage, would, by many, have been regarded as unusual and welcome.