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.

How The Hell Do You Write A Sex Scene, Anyway? Erotic Writing Advice

Slowly I slipped the lemon satin blouse up and over my head then threw it to the ground. My skin blossomed with goose bumps in the cool air. I looked up just as John undid the first button of his shirt. I watched as he revealed his tight, tanned flesh to me inch by sensual inch.

No Going Back

He was helpless. There was no going back.

Whirlwind of Fire

The evening passed in the usual blur where time speeds up and excitement is at a high. We got closer and closer during the evening and exchanged flirty banter and those looks. You know the ones. Curious, daring, challenging, knowing. Time was escaping us, rushing past in an echo of Alice in Wonderland madness. Swept up in her crazy hotness and wild fire we rebelled and kissed - and our lips then tongues meeting was fire to fire. The taste of not girl, but woman. Full knowledge and comprehension of actions, not some naive innocent who will later regret.

Alternative review of the Fantasy by Cara Sutra Beginner’s Bondage Kit, by Girl on...

We all know about ropes and floggers and cuffs – they feature not just in porn but in most erotica, in sex tips and magazines and That Book. But while it might be easy to ask your partner if you can handcuff them because you've seen this one tip in Cosmo, it could be a hell of a lot harder to explain the thrill of an actual power exchange. Of you giving yourself over to them, or them to you, to be led and moulded and treated and punished and all the things I personally love about being at the collar end of that strip of leather. You might not like that kind of thing, of course. But judging by how even a couple of my vanilla friends were keen to put it on, and be playfully led from sofa to garden, back to the sofa and straight onto my lap, it's certainly intriguing to many. And not just in a giggly 'oh we've had too much wine and sex toys are funny' way, in an 'ooh, I think I could get to like this but I'm not sure I'd admit it when sober' way.

The fuck feast fantasy

With each thrust of the Dominant women behind them the men give a loud groan; of pain or pleasure the viewer cannot be sure. What is certain is that the noise combined with his tongue buried deep in the pussy of the woman on his face gives the women at the table even more reason to writhe and murmur in sexual excitement. Wriggling on each man's face they reach orgasm all at different times, but always with that unmistakable look of contentment settling over their faces and with the unending ability to orgasm again in just a few moments.

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.

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.

Moments of Arousal

Oh how I yearn to be able to describe that perfect moment, when your breath catches in your throat from such intense arousal it actually blurs your vision. It's a moment that not only entangles...

Kinky Circus Party for Mistress

It was not an ordinary indoor circus. It was small, the luxurious seats located on three steeply rising tiers. Tables between each pair of seats were filled with half full bottles of champagne and other wines, glasses, sumptuous foods and a multitude of sex toys.

New erotic book release: Blue Mondays by Emily Dubberley

I have the full e-copy of Blue Mondays available for one of my readers to read and provide a review for, which will be published here at Cara Sutra. I have been told about a raunchy scene involving the incredibly illicit and powerful Doxy Massager too, in case you needed any further persuasion.

Chastity Keys Tease

I do like to tease the ones I hold chastity keys for whilst I am their Keyholder Mistress. Yesterday you will have seen my Red, White and Cruel post. Today I have pics featuring another...

Blissful Candlelit Climax

I enter the bedroom, to be greeted with the low lights of candles, flickering gently and casting their eerie but romantic haze over the room, as well as scenting the atmosphere with evocative, deep...

girl thoughts

What I want right now...   ...is to throw off all shackles of circumstance, surrounding, others. To become the fantasy, have the body to match the mindset. Fulfil those inner longings and lusts, hidden depraved thoughts...

Shower Scene

The whole experience of taking a shower is somewhat erotic. Stepping into the cold, tiled bathroom, almost clinical. Barefoot on the wooden floor. Wrapped in my only protection, oversized dressing gown. Hair loose, face naked,...

Mistress’ Filthy Bootlicker

By Cara Sutra: There was a timid knock at the door. I knew it was him, he was exactly on time. A good start. The instructions I'd placed in the package had been perfectly clear. Wear these items when you visit on Monday morning, at 10am sharp. Let yourself in the main entrance, then come find Me in my dressing room. You will kneel, knock and wait for permission from Mistress to enter.

Good little girl for you

It can start so innocently, a cuddle, a kiss, neck strokes, my arm snaked round you then the sexual tension crackles and you feel that I’m your good little girl to do with as you will, pushing my head down, making me put my lips to your interested cock. The breath catching in your throat as I tease that I don’t want it, my head pulling away and pushing backwards on your hand, which in turn changes from gently guiding me down, to wrapping your fist in a fluid twist motion that you’ve used on me countless times before, around my hair, to force my mouth not only around your cock but impale me on it, the angry head striking the back of my throat with a brute unyielding force.

The Inspection

As I start the inspection, My leather gloved hand roves over your body. Tweaking pierced nipples with the little pink rings I've had installed in you for many years now. I remember how you hated how they showed underneath your work shirt. That's why I insisted you cover them up under work clothes. With a lovely lacy bra.

Erotic Fantasy: Bondage Dreams

A hand around my throat. The rope pulled taut over and under overspilling breasts, down tied in an intricate harness, fastened in knots that are positioned deliberately at the lower point of my V,...

How to sell your erotic books at trade fairs and events

If your cover is writhing with bared sweaty genitalia or is called something like Fuck My Anus Dirty Boy then most niche-but-not-specifically-sex-based gigs will freak out and reject you. And while you might get some major publicity out of showcasing your sexual awakening tale entitled I Love My Pussy at the local cat show, you’d have to have a thicker skin than me and no day job you’d mind losing, to think it worth a go.

The Glass

They think that I am haughty because I stand a different way. They forget that I am made of sand, while they are made of clay. My purpose is so different, it sears me from the crowd I’m not blind to judging glances, determining what’s allowed.