I’ve been reading erotica for just over 20 years. Here’s a list of the 10 best stories I’ve read in that time:
#10 – Young Lust, by lost
Tags: in (bro/sis), mc
I’ve written at length about how my favourite format of mind control is “third party”. Yes, it’s hot when someone hypnotizes a family member or a friend into being their sex slave. It’s less hot (but still kind of interesting) when someone hypnotizes another person to become their sex…master?
That one is a rare treat.
But for me, the crème de la crème is when someone hypnotizes someone into becoming someone else’s sex slave.
All of my early stories followed this format. In fact, I’m going to list them in order until I find one that breaks the pattern:
- The Girls
- Conception
- Bible Belt
- Redheads Waiting
- Big Butt Slut
- The Family Reunion
- I Love Sucking Cock
- The Bartender
- Punishing My Brother (Rectangles)
- Convincing Connie
…and then Limits was my first story with an actual first-person controller, and (perhaps not coincidentally) my biggest hit.
Young Lust was basically written for me. Older woman next door, brother/sister, third-party controller, sharing women with someone you despise, lusty female characters who wear lingerie to please the hapless main character, and teach him how to seduce other women in his life…
Best scene: The first half of the final chapter. It needs the build-up of chapters 1-2 to properly work, but this chunk of story is the reason Young Lust made my top 10. I’m going to limit myself to a single paragraph, because otherwise I’ll end up sharing everything:
The next day at school, Josh resolved that he would not lay a hand on his sister again. His resolution lasted until shortly after midnight, when Becky crawled into his bed wearing nothing but a smile. By the time she finished sucking his cock, he had thought up plenty of ways to keep his hands busy. That their mother was home that night only made it more exciting, and whispers and giggles filled the room as they wrestled under the covers.
I’m torn on the ending to this one. It works, but…well, I’m a sucker for a truly happy ending, and this one is only a mostly happy ending. It doesn’t put me off the story, but it also doesn’t leave me a thousand percent satisfied.
If you liked this, check out: Recommendations from the top 10 are going to be difficult, because…well, to be this highly ranked, they have to be something pretty damn special.
None of the ingredients of Young Lust are particularly unique, but I can’t think of anything else with this specific combination. From my own catalogue, maybe the Lord Mason DeGraves tales? Especially When the Need Strikes, although it’s not the same energy as Young Lust. Nothing is.
#9 – Me and Mrs. Jones, by Stormbringer
Tags: mf, md, fd, cheating
Farm boy goes to a beach town for the summer, and Mrs. Jones – his best friend’s mother – convinces him that jacking off is a sin, and the lord will only smile on him if he never wastes a drop of his semen.
It’s Stormbringer at his best – this is his final story on my list, and by far my favorite. There’s no interracial elements, it’s just a hot dude with a huge cock slowly being corrupted into a life of sinful, lustful sex.
He takes Mrs. Jones, of course – again, and again, and again – but more than that, he starts fucking half the girls in the town. His girlfriend (a cute petite woman who can’t take more than half his cock), his bitchy boss at work, his redheaded co-worker, and – in the final scene – his best friend’s girlfriend.
I love everything about this story. All of it. I love the corruption angle, I love the sex scenes, I love the utter betrayal of his best friend, I love the religious element, I love the ladies we meet, I love the epilogue, I love all of it. Absolute banger of a story – my previous favorite author at his absolute peak.
One element that I think works particularly well: the main character is on a hunt for a devout, pious, non-slutty woman…and he just can’t find one. Whenever he gets close to a girl, she melts in his arms and just wants him to fuck her.
He does, happily, but he’s also a little disappointed. He just wants a good Christian lady, like his mother.
The only thing that could possibly improve this story would be if he went home and discovered his mother was also a slut for his cock, but I can see why SB didn’t go that way with it.
Best scene:
“Chad, I spoke with the priest today.”
Here it comes I thought, eternal damnation. “What did he say?”
He said that I’m the one sinning and I’m the adulterer. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I sighed with relief.
“He also said that you’re to keep fucking me,” she said untying her bikini top.
“I don’t believe you,” I responded staring at her beautiful breasts.
“It’s true Chad.” She untied her bottoms and stood before me naked. “I told him that if I couldn’t fuck you I’d divorce my husband and that is a far bigger sin in god’s eyes. He said that you’re not to fall in love with me because I am like the great whore of babylon and you should treat me like a slut.”
In retrospect it was a mistake coming back here with my cock hard. I should have hopped back into the ocean or even performed the sin of masturbation this morning. I knew that her story seemed fishy. Her car was in the exact same place it had been this morning and I doubted a priest would let her confess on a phone. She was right about one thing though, she was the one committing adultery, not me.
Anyway, I snapped. That was the day my cock began to rule my life. The desire to get off and fuck women superseded everything else in my life including my morality. I never looked back. I had been half in love with her before that day, but now I saw her as the whore she was.
Fun Fact: Stormbringer has spoken before about how this story is the most autobiographical in his oeuvre – not in content, but setting. He grew up in a beach town like the one described in this story.
If you liked this, check out: I love stories about a guy going around and having sex with a bunch of people, but for some reason I don’t really write too many of them. I’m much more likely to go in the Downing Street direction of one woman having sex with a bunch of men (Big Butt Slut, Brandi, Brother Likes Boobs, The Busty One, Free Use Boss, Free Use Waitress, Harder, Private Dance, The Sex Therapist’s Daughter, the Tattooed Ladies stories, Women in Tech) or a brother seducing his sister, and incidentally some other women (Limits, Maids, Pervert).
The few Mrs.-Jones-like stories – one man seducing a bunch of women – in my catalogue are I Love Sucking Cock, Obsessed with Kevin, New Dorm, Trust, and You’re the Boss, but those are all mind-control stories, whereas Me and Mrs. Jones is a simple “hot guy who women find hot” story. I love reading ’em, but for some reason I don’t seem to write them much.
(Although my upcoming LitRPG erotica – Non-Violent Resolution – is definitely closer to that category. Stay tuned!)
#8 – Neon Pink, by Fret Pearson
Tags: mc, mf, ff, md, fd, gr
Between now and when I started writing this list, the EMCSA updated its policies – anything without strict, explicit “these characters are over 18” disclaimers was removed (so that the hosts could stay on the safe side of US censorship laws).
Neon Pink was apparently a victim of that. Fortunately it’s still up on Archive.org and it’s absolutely worth the slight inconvenience to get to it.
This is by far the highest-ranking story that I actually don’t find super arousing. There’s heat throughout, and there’s one moment that has lingered for me (see Best Scene) but overall, this story is less about the eroticism and more just about the incredible craft.
Neon Pink is a whodunnit. Not a murder mystery, no one dies, but the whole story is about the protagonist working out who’s behind the mind control. And, not gonna lie, it’s one of my favorite whodunnits of all time (in any genre, and especially within erotica).
Is it weird to have a non-erotic erotica story in my top 10 erotica stories? Maybe but it’s my list, and I make the rules. 😎
I don’t want to say anything more for risk of accidentally spoiling something, but if you like erotica OR whodunnits, definitely check this one out. I’m sad that it’s no longer on the internet somewhere, I think it truly added something unique to the genre.
Best scene:
“Keiko, you really are beautiful.”
“What?” I almost shouted. But there was something about her eyes…
My heart felt like it was on some kind of twisted ferris wheel, going up and down at the same time. I was standing too close to Janey but there was nothing I could do except lick the Dr. Pepper from my chin and drip onto the carpet and shiver as her glance washed over me.
She nodded at the window. “Just think about how happy he’ll be to see two beautiful women, actresses, performing just for him…” She reached out a single finger and lightly poked my right boob, in the tiny wrinkle just above where the wet fabric of my shirt met my bra cup. I took a sharp breath and felt the damp shirt constrict my lungs. I realized what she meant, and shuddered, disgusted.
But also intrigued. I forced myself to shudder again, but it was just token resistance. Janey cupped my right breast fully in her palm and the wetness in my shirt made her hand feel warmer than it probably was. My stupid nipples started getting hard, especially the right one, and I realized that I could not get the thought of Janey’s peeping tom neighbor out of my head. Janey and I were probably perfectly framed in her window. Unconciously I turned a few degrees, so my chest would be more visible to the neighboring house. Fight it, I thought. You’re stronger than some ancient St. Valentine’s Day magic. But part of me wasn’t sure if I was, and my nipples were awfully hard. Janey squeezed my breast and I made some kind of strange sound in my throat.
“I love the little hairs on your forehead,” she whispered.
She licked her lips and leaned against me. I felt her lips brush against my forehead, just below my bangs. It felt really good for some reason. I guess I should explain that I have kind of a light down or something on my forehead, like soft peach fuzz—but the hairs are really tiny and thin and not at all disgusting. They’re invisible unless a bright light hits my head from the side. Anyway, I’m short and the top of my head comes up to Janey’s nose, so it was really easy for her to kiss my forehead. It was about a minute before she stopped and looked at me.
She peeled the neck of my shirt away from my shoulders and the tops of my boobs. My right one felt suddenly cool as she removed her hand and slowly drew my shirt out from my shorts. All this time I had been looking sideways into the darkness between her house and the neighbor’s, but I turned and looked into her eyes. They were wide, focused and determined. And bright. The air rising from the space between my chest and gym shirt was warm, damp, and smelled of Dr. Pepper. There were light brown droplets in my cleavage.
“This isn’t you,” I said. “Janey, think about what you’re doing.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
She grasped my shirt firmly. I raised my arms complacently, blinking as she lifted it over my head. Was her neighbor watching us? Was he getting hard? Was this his fantasy? Two high school girls fondling each other at their bedroom window? As disgusting as it was, it was also… exciting. Before I could stop myself, with both hands I pressed my palms up against Janey’s chest. Awkwardly I felt her, my thumbs slipping into her cleavage.
I had never felt another girl’s boobs before. As if! And yes it did disgust me, but it was also interesting to feel boobs on someone else as kind of a comparison. Her chest felt more “fatty” than mine, probably because her breasts were a bit bigger. Janey’s arms crisscrossed mine and we both held each other’s chests. I felt myself warming below, growing flush and wet. I sighed in someone else’s voice that was perfectly, clearly, recognizable as mine. I couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Janey…” I said. It was just a word.
She kissed me. It was soft and quick. I hadn’t had a boyfriend for more than two years and I had forgotten how it felt. Her hands were sliding away from my bra, which I felt like I could wriggle out of. What would it be like to see two young actresses, bare-chested, embracing at their window in a moment of soft passion? I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and she kissed me deeply. I had Dr. Pepper breath and she had meatloaf breath and I was excited and aroused and tingly, her dress had fallen away from her pale shoulders like some kind of flower petals in the moonlight, and we caressed each other because it felt good and right and most of all because we were giving a peeping tom, a man, the most exciting night of his life.
If you liked this, check out: I’m endlessly fascinated by stories like this. People who come to the EMCSA, drop a single, magnificent story, and then disappear again.
In my mind, they’re professional authors in another genre, who have popped in to get an idea out of their mind, and then returned to their main writing. Maybe Fret Pearson writes YA, or romance novels, or even whodunnits, and had a hot idea and wanted to get it out there so he could get it off his mind while he’s working at his regular fiction.
It’s possible that this is the only thing FP ever wrote, but I dunno. It feels like there’s too much skill on display for that to be the case.
There’s nothing else in erotica that I can compare this to, but if you want non-erotic whodunnit recs, try Knives Out, Hot Fuzz, Gone Girl (films), Veronica Mars (TV) and Murder on the Orient Express, The Murder of Roger Akroyd, Crooked House, and Apples Never Fall (books).
None of my works have a particularly mysterious element, although I’ve been told that’s something I should explore. I love it so much in the fiction I read (I grew up on Agatha Christie books, and Liane Moriarty is my favourite author) (also The Queen’s Thief does the puzzly element so well and I love that whole series) but anytime I try to write it, I end up excising from the story…and the story is so much better for it.
Ah well. Perhaps one day.
#7 – Calving Signs, by Limerick
Tags: mc, mf, md, gr
My erotica tastes have shifted over time. When I was younger (too young to be included in a story on the EMCSA today) my favourite author was Stormbringer. When I discovered the works of Limerick, he took over…but as I’ve moved away from mind control and more into cheating/cuckoldry/ntr, my favourite authors became CraptainPlanet and – since writing this list – TheTalkMan.
This is the highest-ranked Limerick story on the list, and I doubt there are many who would disagree it’s his masterpiece. I mentioned earlier how much I liked the corruption in Me & Mrs Jones, and looking at my top 10, I think that’s a prevalent feature in what works for me: corruption.
Terri has come home from college to Smalltown USA (the titular Calving Signs), wearing “bone-white makeup” and all black clothing. She dresses down, to hide her (unremarkable, at the start of the story) body and resents everything about being home.
And she can’t help but notice: something weird is going on. Her mother has rented out a room to the new reverend, and Terri doesn’t trust him. Or the way he’s acting. Or the way everyone in town is acting. Or the way that she herself is acting…
Over the course of the story, Terri is slowly, inevitably corrupted into the sex, pregnancy-obsessed tone of the city – even as she’s investigating it. It’s a classic erotica structure, and this story nails it.
Maybe if that was all the story was, it would’ve made my top hundred. But what brings it into the top 10 is the vignettes – each chapter opens with Terri, investigating the town, and then cuts away to another random person or couple in Calving Signs, demonstrating what the town does to people. To everyone.
What it will eventually do to Terri.
The vignette from chapter 5 is my single favourite erotica scene of all time. I want to share it here in full, but I’m again going to show restraint and just share the absolute peak, the part of this story that will live with me forever:
Best scene:
The bathroom wasn’t really big enough for two, unless they pushed up against each other. Ally had to reach up to kiss Michelle’s hungry, insistent mouth. And their tits, mashing together, made her even more hard to reach. But Ally made it happen anyways.
Their boobs rolled around, up against each other. Nipples touched and rubbed together, and fireworks kicked at her head.
With her free hand Michelle reached underneath Ally’s dress, fit her hand underneath her panties.
“You’re juicy,” she noted, eyes glazed.
Ally did the same. Michelle wasn’t even wearing panties. Ally giggled, and moved her hand around inside the hot, wet folds.
They stood there, pumping at each other, balanced impossibly on heels as they moved back and forth. It should’ve been impossible to stay steady, not to mention also rub hard against budding clits. But they managed.
“Flynn was so fucking right,” Ally hummed, into Michelle’s ear. “Oh god. You hear that Erin and Paula and Carrie got pregnant, right? All from Tom, he fucked all of them.”
“We could have babies together,” Michelle said. “You and me. Best friends and mommies together.”
They came at the same time, shivering and teetering in each other’s arms.
Later, Ally knelt between Michelle’s legs, as the brown-haired girl leaned back on the toilet seat. She sat upright.
“Ally, I think I know how we can get some cum in us,” she said. “If we work together.”
If you liked this, check out: My story with Mister Arioch, Independence Falls, was very much of this style. And of course, Limerick’s favorite story of all time – Harry Boobday – is clearly a big inspiration on this one (including the vignette structure).
While it’s not similar enough to count as a recommendation, Women in Tech deserves an honorable mention because the villain – Flynn Parson – is a direct reference to Calving Signs’ Pastor Flynn.
#6 – Good to the Last Drop, by Mister Harvest
Tags: mc, mf, md
I feel like if you had to bet money on which story would be on any MC erotica author’s best-of list, this would be the safest bet. It’s an absolute classic, famous almost as much for being unfinished as for how effing good it is.
Time is a weird beast. I was about to say “a few years ago, we got one extra chapter, and then nothing” but I looked it up and the extra chapter was fifteen years ago. So, the odds of this story being completed are pretty low.
But jesus christ, what a ride.
The main character is dating Meagan, a busty Irish virgin, and for his birthday, she swallows his cum for the first time.
The combination of “busty, horny virgin” and “has never swallowed his cum” feels like a bit of a stretch, but it’s necessary for the story to work, so I’ll suspend my disbelief. Because boy howdy is it worth it.
After swallowing his cum, Meagan goes into a trance state. He doesn’t quite know what’s happening, so continues with the dirty talk:
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“That wasn’t too bad,” she replied, as if she was just repeating back what I said. I reached down and stroked her hair; she didn’t react.
“You don’t mind it when I come in your mouth, do you?”
“I don’t mind it when you come in my mouth.” Same soft voice, same blank expression.
My mind started spinning. By now, she’d be on her back, naked from the waist down, demanding cunnilingus; she was very particular about getting her share. But she just kept kissing my cock.
“You love it when I come in your mouth.” My first thought is that she was just being generous, but some part of me knew that something else was going on.
“I love it when you come in my mouth.”
“You’ll let me come in your mouth anytime I want.”
“I’ll let you come in my mouth anytime you want.”
Sure enough, the next time they go out, she wants him to finish in her mouth again…and again, she enters a trance state. This time, he gives her some more specific instructions: to wear a miniskirt (an item of clothing she doesn’t own) to their next date, with nothing underneath it.
She obeys, and his adventures begin.
Over the next few chapters, he convinces Meagan that she wants to let him take her virginity, gets his busty ex (who he works with and lives next-door to) under his control as well, and – in the hottest part of the story – seduces Meagan’s wild, even-bustier sister, Brigid.
For some reason, there’s a side-plot with some of Brigid’s scene friends – a dom and a sub. The dom take Meagan’s virginity (which is weird and kinda out of tone for the story) and the main character starts a side-relationship with the sub that isn’t likely to go anywhere.
So what makes this story so incredible? Well, obviously the premise – I believe this was the first “cum puts women into a suggestible state” story, which has now become a little subgenre of its own.
The way he gives them orders and has them repeat it back (like in the example above) is hot as hell, and has been a huge influence on my work – especially the use of “Twitch.” as punctuation throughout. I also, you’ll be shocked to learn, like how busty the women are, and especially like how the sisters start to share a man. And the abundance of cheating isn’t something I’m going to complain about.
But the best part of this story is the strong “ownership” angle that the author takes. I have such an ownership fetish (it rears its head in Mad Monday more than a few times), and this story either feeds directly into that, or is responsible for me having the fetish in the first place.
The story isn’t perfect. It’s unfinished, something that I know I have no right to complain about. The suspension of disbelief gets a proper workout – the main character has never cum in someone’s mouth before, his girlfriend is a sexually-active virgin, his ex-girlfriend has absolutely zero compunctions in getting back with him and sucking him off, the sister is absolutely perfect in every way, everyone is busty beyond belief…and most annoyingly of all, he discovers that Meagan is bisexual, and her last girlfriend was his own ex-girlfriend that he’s been cheating on her with.
Uh huh. That just never came up before he learns about it.
But again, despite the flaws, this story is so absolutely worth it.
Also, another one-hit wonders! That’s two in this small part of the list alone.
Best scene: This story gets two. Firstly, here’s a scene with the ex-girlfriend that hits the ownership angle just right:
“You’ll do anything I want.”
“I’ll do anything you want.”
“You can’t say no to me.”
“I can’t say no to you.”
“You’ll let me fuck you any way I want.”
“I’ll let you fuck me any way I want.”
I smiled, and stared down into her blank face. “Your cunt is mine.”
“My cunt is yours.”
“Your tits are mine.”
“My tits are yours.”
“Your mouth is mine.”
“My mouth is yours.”
“You’ll do anything I want, no matter what.”
“I’ll do anything you want, no matter what.”
“You can’t say no.”
“I can’t say no.”
“Anything, anytime, anywhere.”
“Anything, anytime, anywhere.”
She was still repeating, “Anything, anytime, anywhere” when she woke up.
There’s also a scene where his girlfriend is almost picked up at a gas station, and he has to quickly rehypnotize her and tell her that she’s not just a slut, she’s specifically his slut. Unintended mind-control consequences is one of my all-time favourite tropes in erotica, and this is such a logical one.
If you liked this, check out: As mentioned, this story spawned its own subgenre. I haven’t read it yet, but The Last Bridge in Pittsburgh gets compared to Good to the Last Drop a lot (including its unfinished nature), and Limerick decided to subvert the genre entirely with The Mind Controller – most of all by actually finishing the story.
Of my own stories, Addictive and Blue are both unfinished cum-based tales, but they’re more reminiscent of The Sweet Smell of Lust than Good to the Last Drop.