Join the best erotica focused adult social network now
Login

Comp Stories

comp

Freedom

Once she found freedom there was no looking back

Free at last, free to do what I want, go where I want, and be me. After the religious tyranny my family had imposed on me over the last five years, I needed to find myself again. I used to be easygoing and carefree before Dad brought home Samuel. Samuel w...

A Hunter's Widow

The seductive release of one woman's inner spirit.

I am here because I choose to be here. I am where I want to be. It is not by any force other than my own free will that the actions dictating my state are what they are. I do not believe in a singular event or circumstance taking on weight so dense that i...

My Heart Can't Be Wrong Again

After a past of disappointment, will you take a chance

Patiently I waitWill tonight be the nightThe night we have so oft dreamt ofPlease come through the doorMy heart can’t be wrong again I look at the clockThe minutes crawl pastTaunting me with every tickThis time will be different I prayMy heart can’t be wr...

Songs of Love

You can't quote song lyrics but you can mention them in a truly terrible poem

Shall I compare thee to a summer rose? I’d rather be the woman from Nantucket, I said if you wrote me sonnets of love,  I'd end up being sick in a bucket.   There are hundreds and thousands of songs about Love, I’d quote them if I could.  But some people...

Get Free access to these great features

  • Create your own custom Profile
  • Share your erotic stories with the community
  • Curate your own reading list and follow authors
  • Enter exclusive competitions
  • Chat with like minded people
  • Tip your favourite authors

Teenage Banshee

letting yourself go and screaming your head off can have disastrous effects sometimes

Sinead slammed the front door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Her mother raised her eyes as the bedroom door slammed too. In her room, Sinead sat on the bed, rocking herself slowly backwards and forwards. Her long dark hair hung over her face. The dark e...

Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew. Our color! But Mother Gaia, what flower drops i...

You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so.  I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure. Delicate. Now, with his hard c...