Dear Erotic Storybook Friends, I've just begun some creative writing adventures around my interest in BDSM. I'm still very new to tumblr. I was interested in sharing something I've written but mostly to get feedback (SO nervous!). Is that part of what happens on your site? Or, is there another more appropriate place for such a thing that you might suggest? I would be so appreciative. Thanks!
Hello and welcome to the Library! You’ve definitely come to the right place! Respectful feedback and constructive criticism are always encouraged and welcome. I have previously reinforced that in the introduction of many contributors. I am happy to do so whenever a writer makes such a request. I am pleased to report that no writer has ever contacted me to let me know that they received idiotic, inappropriate or mean-spirited comments after being featured in the Library.
Erotic Storybook Saturday, and the Library in general, is not intended to be a forum for professional writers, orators or performers (though they are certainly welcome). Nor is Erotic Storybook Saturday intended to be a “Best of Tumblr Erotica” blog. Erotic Storybook Saturday is intended to be fun! The Library is intended to be a place where anyone can share their words, their voice, and their love of erotica.
Mind you, I do try to maintain some level of quality control. Erotic Storybook Saturday is intended to be erotic, not a free-for-all. There are some themes, such as snuff, graphic violence, gore, vore, et al, that are just not going to find their way onto the Library dais.
Thank you for your great question! Whether or not you decide to post your writing, I do hope that you will explore and cultivate that interest. I’m sure you will find many Library patrons and followers who would also encourage you. After browsing through your archive, I for one would be very interested in reading your stories.
I’m going to borrow from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to introduce this next writer.
We’ll begin with a spin
Trav’ling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy
Making his way back to the Library dais with his latest fanciful flight, please welcome back Edward, also known as…
I always thought you couldn’t see a dream with open eyes, but you could see hints of a vision in quick blinks. Each blink is like what the blind man feels, first the rough skin, then the moist tip of the trunk, then the clammy thin skin of the ears. How many blinks, or how many brief moments of touch, would it take before the blind man saw the elephant in his mind?
So I put her over my knee and pulled her panties down, exposing the tempting flesh of her deliciously supple ass. She looked back at me, half smiling, taunting me. “Are you ready?” I asked.
"Yes, Sir." I felt the mocking tone in her voice.
The first slap of my open palm on her ass was like the defiling of Virgin Mary. The ripples radiated smoothly down her flesh while the smack echoed crisply down the hall and back. She squealed. In my mind I saw a flash.
The second slap was just the same as the first, she squealed, it echoed, I saw a flash.
The third was the same again, and we went on like this for over twenty spanks.
By twenty-five the Virgin Mary was blushing bright red, and with each successive open-palmed slap her flesh undulated like the sea waking before an oncoming storm. Her squeals had turned into soft moans. My flashes had turned into glimpses of light. There was something brilliant about her.
By fifty I picked up the pace, the spanks were landing in rapid succession now. Her moans had turned to tender sobs, the slapping echoes mimicked the sound of an engine idling in the room, and the glimpses in my mind began blending into one another like the frames of a motion picture film. Her submission was glowing before me.
By one hundred and fifty I had covered each and every inch of the Holy Land with my defiling hand, thrown down the Virgin Mary and replaced her with my slut, who’s arched ass on my lap was more inviting and beautiful than Mount Everest rising from the earth, a pinnacle of desire. My hand became the weather, the relentless wind and clouds that battered her summit, driving thin the very air and vanilla fragrances of life in the little valley far below. She sobbed incessantly now, with tears raining down her face, though she begged for more between breathless gasps. In my mind, I saw her suffering, her pleading, and her heart’s want for a home in me. Those desires manifest themselves in her submission to my lap, to my hand and to the powerful thundering between them.
At two hundred and fifty I stopped, placing my hand firmly against her now raw, screaming skin. I soothed the ache with my outstretched palm, reaching my fingers widely from crack to cheek. I grasped at her softened will, smoothed the raked earth after tilling and planting seeds in her mind and heart, where they would grow. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy as she slowly descended from Everest’s peak to where the air was thick and sweet.
I closed my eyes and all those spanks suddenly merged into a clear picture in my mind. I was the blind man before, but now I saw the elephant in the room. How could I have missed it previously? It had been right there every time we dined together with only a candle between us, every time she made excuses to meet for coffee, every time she flashed her taunting smiles at me with gleaming desire. I now saw the entirety of the gift she intended to give, her complete submission unto me.
That submission would be her release, it would be our release. For my part, I wanted to deliver her, to allow her eagle heart the chance to soar over the mountains that we would explore together. I saw in her, to put it simply, the awe inspiring view one sees from a well earned summit.
I gently massaged her ass with oil, and she settled over me. With her eyes still closed I asked her, “What did you see, dear?”
She didn’t answer immediately, it was as if she had left somewhere far away to collect her thoughts into words. Before we started she had been a swollen towel, heavy and wet. I had wrung her harshly, the tears pouring from her with each twisting of my will upon hers, and now she was a thin silk neglige.
"What did you see?" I asked again.
She took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. “I was flying… flying in clouds, and then I felt like I saw my first sunrise. It was enlightening and so warm. It was your hand Sir, each curve, each knuckle, each crease of your palm.” Then it occurred to me as I looked her over, that as the blind man finds the elephant, so too does the elephant find solace.
From then on everything was different. When you’ve travelled to your favorite place on earth and spent precious time to savor moments there, you can return simply by closing you eyes and willing your heart. The educated blind man now knows the elephant at the first touch, regardless of where he touches it. When we walked together in the park, all it took was a simple brush of my hand across her ass and we were soaring again, up those mountain peaks towards the thin air that made us delirious with pleasure.
A lot of people would consider the blind ignorant of the visual world. The truth is, they are the most talented at assembling images into a whole. They “see” the big picture. How many spanks would it take for us to see the entire big picture together? There are seven summits that professional climbers strive to master. Seven sunrises, after which one can claim to have seen the seven heavens. People die on those mountains, relationships die on those expeditions. The weak… they die. But our risk was worth our reward.
Mine was the guiding hand in the dark, and she was content to wear the blindfold of submission. Together, we scaled mountains… and with eyes closed, we saw it all.
She shares her writing and her dirty thoughts on her tumblr. She also has a second tumblr with her boyfriend, the Dirty Boy. There they share personal information about their relationship and their sex life, and offer advice too.
Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back…
I go by “Legs” - you can see why. I’m an internet escort - no, not a prostitute. I take offense to that.
I rarely have sex with my clients - the cost is more than most can handle. We usually just go on dates. Talk. Hang out together. Sometimes they jack off while I watch and other times I suck them off. It doesn’t take much for them. They are lonely men. Older. Widowed. Divorced. Sometimes married, but I don’t like to think about that. Most are quite unattractive and have low self-esteem. It doesn’t affect our night. I treat all my men the same. I have quite a few repeaters but at least once a week I get a newbie.
Like today. I received his initial response from my website and we went back and forth a few times before finally deciding on a date and time. Lucky for him I was available tonight. I told him to bring the entire fee and meet me at the Arms Hotel and Bar at 7:30 p.m.
It was only 4 pm so I had plenty of time to relax before getting ready for my date. I ran a hot bath and poured myself a glass of red wine. I relaxed in the huge soaker tub for about an hour before I decided it was time to get out and start getting ready.
The man wanted me to dress elegant but sexy. I took that as I should wear a dress but no panties. Seems to do the job. I flipped through my closet and settled on a slinky black dress and red strappy heels. I did my hair and makeup flawlessly, brushed my teeth, added some shimmery lotion to my legs and dabbed some perfume behind my ears.
I drove across town to the hotel and let the valet park my sleek silver BMW. Stepping into the lounge, I sat down at the bar, ordered a martini and waited. I was nervous - I usually was when meeting a client for the first time especially when they refused to send me a picture of themselves.
7:32 pm on the dot I felt someone standing behind me.
"Legs?" His voice was deep and scratchy, like he had a cold.
"Yes. Have a seat" He didn’t move. He just reached around me and dropped a crisp white envelope in my lap. I casually tucked it into my purse and flipped through the bills until I was satisfied the correct amount was in there. "Sit, please"
"I’d rather take this upstairs"
"Alright" I swallowed back the last of my drink and attempted to stand up but he held my chair.
"Do me a favor…" I heard ruffling behind me. "Wear this, please" A red silk blindfold appeared before me. I sighed. Without another word I pressed the soft material across my eyes and felt his rough hands touch mine to help me tie it. It was pitch dark and I really hoping this guy wouldn’t lead me into any walls or obstructions. He helped me to my feet and I put my hand on his arm. He led me into the elevator and down a hall until he paused in front of a hotel room to key himself in. I stepped inside and he placed me near the bed and told me to sit. I put my handbag down beside me and let out a sigh.
He moved around the room, opening a window and clearing his throat a few times. He was nervous. I was quickly becoming bored. Finally he paused in front of me.
"Will you get naked for me?"
"Yes" I stood up and started to slip my dress off but he stopped me.
"Slowly. Enjoy it" Slow, I could do. Enjoy it? Not so much. But I was a good actress so what’s the difference.
I moved my body back and forth as I ran my hands up and down my stomach and breasts. I hooked my middle fingers under the hem of the dress and purposely pulled it up enough to show him that I wasn’t wearing panties. I heard him suck in a breath. I quickly yanked it back down and then made my way up to my shoulders to slowly slip off the straps and let them fall. After teasing him like that for a few moments I let my dress fall to my hips and wiggled them to let it fall to the floor. I was standing there in just my strapless lace bra and nothing else…
What It’s All About
She’s smart. She’s sassy. She’s sensual. She’s sexy, and she sings too!
Making her long overdue return to the Library dais, please welcome back the “evil, warped bitchmaster…”
It’s all about the grip.
And the grasp.
And the deep thrust.
The in’s and the out’s
They are a must.
It’s all about the strength
And “May the
Force be with you!”
It’s all about shivers
And lift off
When your aim’s true.
It’s all about the O’s
Present, and past
It’s all about tingles
And how you
Can make mine last!
French Sin Port
Welcome to this week’s edition of Erotic Storybook Saturday!
Your sound is the best thing to wake up to.
Like the sweetest alarm clock to my soul. Like the most melodious of wake-up calls. Hearing you, whether near or far, is the unmistakable sound of joy, sexy and adorable in the prettiest of packages.
Another newcomer steps onto the dais next. She is clearly a woman who knows what she wants, and is not ashamed to ask for it.
Making her Library debut, please welcome…
Make me come and stand before you, eyes lowered, quiet, waiting (no, wishing) for you to touch me.
Make me strip for you. Do a sexy strip tease for you. Make me go slow and sensual for you.
Make me kneel before you. Would you like me to gaze into your eyes or have mine lowered? Tell me how you want my hands. Behind my back, on my thighs, palms up or down?
Make me unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants, unzip them. Make me reach inside to release you. You’re not wearing any underwear…
Make me open my mouth so that you may stick your finger in. Reach toward the back of my throat. Make me gag on your finger so that I realize what is to come.
Make me keep my mouth open and stick out my tongue as you guide yourself in. Make me suck you gently, then harder as you make small thrusts in and out of my mouth.
Make me take you to the back of the throat. Will you wrap your hand in my hair and hold me to you? Will you force your way all the way into my throat until I can’t breathe? Will you growl and grunt for me?
Make me keep my hands where you put them as you start to fuck my face. Make me relax my throat so that I may take you easier. Make me gag on your cock over and over again so that tears stream down my face.
Make me hold your seed in my mouth after you cum. I’ll roll my tongue to taste you all over.
Make me swallow like your good girl.
Our next writer is a newcomer to the Library. He says that the most erotic image is that of a woman reading a book.
I couldn’t agree more.
Making his Library debut, please welcome to the dais…
I don’t want to
Just fuck you…
Anyone could part
Anyone can lick
And tease you…
Anyone can push
Deep inside and
Anyone can moan
But I want to
I want to be
A sensual need…
I want to be your
Then I’ll gladly
This piece would make for a wonderful reading in an audio post. It’s practically screaming, “READ ME!”
Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back a Library and personal favorite. This is…
Stop everything. Whatever it is you’re doing right now put it to the side. I need to hear your sexy voice. That longing and desperation that takes over your body when you can’t stand it any longer.
Whisper to me. All those dirty things you want me to do to you. With people all around, tell me how badly you want my mouth on yours. My hands on your skin. My cock inside you.
Moan for me. Quiet and careful. No one must hear. Do it just like you do when I spread your legs and glide into your tight wetness. That first push all the way that feels so good.
Don’t hold back. Let all those filthy thoughts out of your head and send them to my ear. I want to hear how needy you are. How badly you want it. What you’re prepared to do for it.
You know my number. Pick up the damn phone and call me. I have to hear you cum. Don’t make me wait…
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
Girls Who Read and Wear Stockings…
Welcome to the latest chapter of Erotic Storybook Saturday. So far today, we have a returning writer and two newcomers preparing to step onto the dais. If you’d like to take a turn yourself, please familiarize yourself with the Library Rules first, then drop your story, reading, poem, haiku, limerick, selfie, erotica review or more in the Library Submit box. Your questions, suggestions and feedback are always welcome in the Library Ask box.
Of course, you’re welcome to come browse through the Library Index, and then find a cozy little corner with a lover or a toy and a few scintillating selections from the Library’s Archives.
Thank you for visiting our Library. Please enjoy your stay.
Model: Tessa LeTaunt
Photographer: Ashlee, A Valentine Photo
(Source: foxypinups, via tjfstuff)
Our next writer is also one of the Library’s more popular readers. Today he returns with his latest piece for your reading and listening pleasure.
Stepping to the microphone atop the Library dais, please welcome back…
Direct link to audio
Use everything at your disposal to make me bend to your will
I want you to feel like you have complete control over my mind and body
I’ll be your cobra to your snake charmer
Coiled and ready to strike, but swaying and dancing to the sensual music emanating from your sweet lips
Undress me with those soul searching eyes and make me feel completely naked and vulnerable before you
Beckon me to follow you with your index finger as you slink deliberately down the hallway to the bedroom
Let your dress fall to the floor in a heaping pile of silk, to reveal my favorite part of the female anatomy
Make me smile in amusement, as you look at me and silently mouth the word ‘Oops’ as you discard another article of clothing
Lock eyes with me and slowly bend over and wiggle your ass to give me a tantalizing view of your unforgettable curves as you pull your black thong down, down, down to the very bottom of your Jimmy Choos
Click, clack. Click, clack.
The sound of your heels on the hardwood floor, sounds like me knocking on heaven’s door
Climb onto the bed on all fours and bait me, with that mischievous smile telegraphing exactly what you’re planning to do to me
I’m hooked on your spell of desire and I can’t take the teasing any longer
I must have you. Right now. Completely for myself.
You win this round, Delilah
But guess what?
My strength is still in tact and as a matter of fact, it’s growing bigger and bigger and bigger
As soon as I’m on the bed, you’d better be ready for what’s coming next and again and again
Because baby girl, it’s my turn now