Erotic Stories

Do you enjoy being seduced? Having your imagination lovingly aroused and your passion ignited by alluring scenarios and dirty details of hot new fantasies? Then you’re bound to enjoy my free erotic stories. These lovingly crafted, 100% original stories reveal what truly turns me on, and by sharing them with my audience I’m hoping I’m not the only one to find these diverse scenarios deeply arousing.

Erotic literature is the original porn. Porn that you can view through your mind’s eye, giving each scene the exact filter, and each character the perfect finishing touches, to ensure the erotica is always tailored to your specific desires. Written erotica may have received a boost in popularity in recent years thanks to the limelight-stealing Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. Despite the controversy 50 Shades stirred up, the books proved to be an effective steppingstone for many who wouldn’t have previously considered reading erotic fantasy books or dabbling in the fun world of spanking and bondage.

Erotic books have been around for centuries. With the coming of the digital age, it was only to be expected that writers would turn to the internet as an outlet for their seductive tales and sexy stories. Just as I did, when I started this sex blog over 10 years ago. My erotic stories remain one of the most popular areas of the Cara Sutra sex blog. There are themes to delight just about every palate, from the tender love-making between couples, and self-exploratory masturbation sessions, to the depravity of extreme BDSM, kinks and fetishes you may not even have known existed. I hope you enjoy reading all my fantastically filthy tales.

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.

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.  

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.  

Daddy’s hotel punishment

I hear him pick up the belt and his knuckles fleetingly graze the curve of my waist as he does so. I moan softly from within the depths of my pillow muffled hell.

Chastity Release – Her Icy Response

Tilting his chin up so I could look into his embarrassed face properly, I relished the fight between humiliation, hate and the most intense arousal in his eyes. My other hand reached down and felt the weight of his chastity locked cock in my hands. He jumped as my cool hands came into contact with his hot straining balls under the metal device.

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.

I need your cock

I need your cock so very much. I want to be made to strip bare, and crawl naked to you on dirty knees, scraped bruised legs from the abuse you’ve doled out to me, bottom red from the spankings. I want mascara streaked down my dirty face, the face I am going to beg you to fuck hard with your cock.

Serving Mistress As A Chaste Slave

The mere softness of the bed looked so inviting. In fact the imagined comfort of the deep cushioned bedroom chairs would have been pleasure beyond imagination. It had been many years since I had experienced what, at one time, would have been a routine amenity.

The Wedding: What’s Yours Is Mine

The whispers of those seated at the back were muffled by the whoops surrounding the drawn-out kiss of joy at the altar, until a natural settling revealed the click-clack of my heels on the stone. A wave of anxious whispers and angry mutters accompanied my approach to the still lost-in-each-other bride and groom, which turned to gasps of shock as I undid and threw off the hideous overcoat without breaking stride. 

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.

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.

Becoming A Cuckold

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.

In Santa’s Lap

She never had a hope of resisting. Dizzy with excitement, her eyes eagerly sought him out once again. The legendary older man in his white trimmed, plush red velvet suit was still sat in his grand chair, no doubt tired from the afternoon crowds. 

Foot Worship From My Slave Girl

Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.

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.

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.

Love Thy Neighbour

If my husband knew the way I thought about Carl, he would have freaked. If he only knew that I tended garden in my high-cut jean shorts and tight white tank top in the hopes that Carl would be outside mowing the lawn, washing his car, or even just getting the mail. If he only knew that I bent over, intentionally pushing my ass into the air, and spreading my legs, hoping that the tiniest hint of my thick lips could be seen pushing against the rough fabric. My body begged for Carl to look over and think about sucking on me.

Pretty when I cry

Raising my hips in the usual way I can easily slip just the end of his still hard cock inside my incredibly wet cunt. Sucking him and making him cum hard down my throat always turns me on so much that my inner thighs are a sticky mess of arousal. I lean down to kiss him, my mouth still awash with the taste of his cum - but he loves the taste. It makes him kiss me all the more passionately, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, exploring, relishing every last remnant of his cum and combining that pleasure with kissing me because he loves me but lusts for me, and these moments are the culmination of that desire and emotion. I kiss him back harder, matching his passion, and at the same time sit down hard on his cock, my tight but slippery pussy offering absolutely no resistance whatsoever. He gasps and moans all at once, into my mouth as we're still kissing. So satisfying. I start to move, slowly at first, up and down on his cock and my tits hang down heavily, nipples brushing his chest hair. He moves his hands out easily from underneath my playfully Dominant hands on his wrists, there's nothing I could do to stop him. His fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently at first, then increasing in pressure until I'm the one moaning against his mouth in now intermittent kisses, gasping and moaning and squealing. Rising and sitting on his cock, my thighs clamped hard to his body, riding him on top and wanting more, always more, insatiable for his sex.

First-Time All Female Sex Worker Session

The streaming water hit my naked skin hard, hot and cathartic. I stood under the shower and enjoyed having time to focus on the night's plans. I lathered up, letting my hands roam over my breasts, soapy fingers sliding over my nipples. The job was different from usual. A woman this time. I'd fucked plenty of women before of course, but what was unusual was a woman actually paying for me to come do it. My usual clients were men of all ages, income, shape and size. I turned the prospect of a new job, this new client, over in my mind. Did it really matter? No. Fuck, I was actually looking forward to it. My fingers roamed in their cleaning duty, sliding between my legs to where my excitement had gathered along with the streaming lather under the steamy water. The temptation to toss myself off right then and there in the shower was strong but I managed to just about keep a hold of myself. Clients could always tell if you were genuinely turned on, and were more likely to rebook an enthusiastic girl. Might as well use that sex drive for her leisure turned business pursuit. My strong libido was such a great earner. There hadn't been much on the email that came through about the job. Gender, obviously, and I'd quickly replied that no, a woman wasn't a problem, I'd told them I was bisexual when I joined. Age, 26. Younger than me but old enough. Clean bill of sex health. Something I was glad I insisted on being checked before any client call. Address. I'd booked a taxi which was due to pick me up in less than an hour. I'd better quick-step it out of the shower if I wanted to be dried and dressed in time.

Masturbation Diary: I Touch Myself

The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.