Sexy Stories

erotica and erotic writingErotica by Cara Sutra

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.”

Summer Garden Party: Fountain of Relief

The fountain elicited a chorus of open-mouthed wails. The heat of the sun and humiliation hit my exposed clit and spread labia, slicking them with hungry need. My body kept forgetting it was in such secure bondage; each leg kept pointed upwards and outwards, unable to bend. How I wished I could arch my back completely, then curl into a ball and keep this feeling of humiliation-fuelled hot desire as my own private masturbatory tool.

Cucked Pleasure Cruise

Unable to touch his Mistress, to support himself with anything but his hands on the edge of the bunk, I felt his nose and open mouth mashed uncontrollably against my parted, cream coated labia. The thrill of the sensation made me to seep a generous amount of hot creampie directly on him.

Holiday Sex Antics

Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but embarrass you to the core. Such a thing happened to me the year before last while my man and I were employed in a little holiday sex.

Slave Santa And His Cruel Mistress

She took a few extra deep breaths for good measure. He looked as if he might faint at any moment. She needed to wrap this up before she orgasmed right there in her seat, saturating the tightly zipped fabric against her pulsing labia and exposed clit.

Cara Sutra and Alex Jordaine Talk FemDom

I initially discovered Alex Jordaine’s FemDom erotic fiction when I read ‘Mistress of Torment’, the very first of his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books. I thoroughly enjoyed it -and he remains one of my favourite writers a dozen such novels later.

Bound To Serve… As A Sex Slave

After several months' training, both mental and physical, her slave was able to handle one of her ferocious whippings simply through tears, gritted teeth and with only a few sweary slip-ups. He'd learnt that lesson fast, she thought, her smile widening even further. An extra 5 minutes lashing for every curse he spat in her direction soon had him holding his tongue.

Bundled Into The Gang Bang Van

Once again, I gave silent thanks for the almost total darkness which covered my flush of humiliation. The sensation of my own cursed wetness smearing and being pulled tightly over my clit and cunt lips, then between my arse cheeks, was almost enough to make me beg for a rough hard fucking. I didn't even care which hole any more. Cunt, arse, either. Both.  

The Masturbatrix

Her last orgasm had been less than 15 minutes ago, and from the way her breasts were rising and falling, the breaths drawn raggedly through her nostrils, it wouldn't be long before she'd surrender to another. Her eyelids would flutter, eyes behind enjoying the views and sensations of strangely recurrent dreams, her mind in another world – completely unaware of reality.

Finally, Some Time Alone

I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. Suddenly I was hyper aware of my breasts, the hardening of my nipples, and the fact that my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part, begging to be filled and pleasured.

Strip Show For Him

Slipping my fingers between the slender black elastic and my body, I started to move them downwards over my hips. Such a struggle not to rush it, in my lust-induced frenzy. I turned yet again to reveal the string being pulled down between my buttocks first, and as slowly as I could lowered both the g-string and the top half of my body to peel it down between my legs.  

Hood Ornament

Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.  

Turned On By His Tears

As the barrier crashes down within him, crumbling to reveal his true self, tears then finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can't help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation –in between my incessant tirade, the code to unlock his complete submissive self.