Balsamwood, Author at NSFW story

My Big Titty Goth GF and I Are Vampires [lesbian] [blood-play] [threesome] [satire] [erotic…horror?]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hev8el/my_big_titty_goth_gf_is_a_vampire_lesbian_virgin/)

I blinked.

I blinked again.

I took in my surroundings. The torchlight was flickering. My neck was aching. I didn’t see Miranda.

I didn’t see Miranda!!!

I jumped to my feet, and immediately fell on my face. Luckily, it was into the pile of throw pillows scattered around the quizzically massive sewer tunnel. My limbs were weaker than I’d ever felt. Exhaustion pumped through my veins, much unlike my actual heartbeat.

A touch on my back.

A gentle voice.

“Sam.”

“Miranda?” I stilled completely, every bit of nervousness dripping out of me. Her hand traced up and down my bare back, and slipped slim fingers down my panties.

As her fingers traced the dripping flesh, she whispered, “You know that’s not my name, my beautiful one….”

“Mistress….My Mistress,” I moaned, lifting my hips to aid her as she tugged my clothing off of me. “I feel so–”

“Shhh. Sh, and let me touch you, my pretty one….I will sate some of your hungers for you, pet. Just roll over for me, and let me touch you….” Read more »

My Big Titty Goth GF is a Vampire [lesbian] [virgin] [nerd x vampire] [‘ruby’ necklace] [satire] [erotic…horror?]

MIRANDA LIKED ME!

Holy crow, Miranda liked me!!!

I pitched my backpack onto my bed, too excited to care about the ton of dog eared Anne Rice novels in my bag. (Even if I wasn’t excited, I wouldn’t have cared a whit about the textbooks.) I followed it, landing next to it with a whump on the wrinkled black quilt. Lying there, dressed in my jeans and oversized hoodie, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Miranda didn’t care about the acne on my face. Miranda didn’t care that people thought I was weird.

Miranda, my best and only friend, thought I was wonderful.

I still remembered the first time I ever saw her. She was walking through the park, her long black dress disguising her feet, giving her the impression of gliding. I watched her from afar, way too scared to approach. Her skin was ghostly in the night, the full moon making her glow all the more. I must’ve been too obvious, for Miranda came over to me herself, her flowing black hair rippling in the non-existent wind. Her lips, ruby red, parted in a wide smile. “Come here often, pretty?” Read more »

Delectable Agony: Learning to surrender [argument] [hate facefucking] [surrender] [stay still] [don’t cum] [good girl] [first time anal] [countdown] [part one?]

It was midnight by the time I finally kicked off my heels, and collapsed onto the couch. The brilliant white couch welcomed my exhausted ass, still as new as when we had bought it five years ago. The bookshelves surrounded me, mocking me with their contents, reminding me that the last time I’d touched them had been a month ago–and that had just been to dust.

My wine glass dangled from my fingers, already half-emptied on the walk from the kitchen. I chugged down more, before starting the arduous process of stripping down. A clinging white blouse, pushup bra, thong, and pencil skirt were excellent work attire (and had undoubtedly helped earn me my last promotion from that blasted Mr. Davis), but they were not comfortable home attire. My E-cup breasts fell from their lacey prison, and I flexed my back, letting muscles shift and loosen.

Above me, I heard Tom groaning as he got to his feet. I pictured him, all five-foot-five pounds of beard, creativity, and passion, struggling to wake from a sound sleep. I pictured his ruffled ginger head, that had only now began to thin. I pictured him, and I broke a bit inside. Read more »

Claimed in a Parking Lot: A True Story [consensual non-consent] [creampie] [primal] [wrestling] [chase]

I needed it. I needed the pain, the fear, the catharsis that comes from being claimed. I needed teeth and hands on my neck, someone to pull my hair hard enough that I cry out in pain, someone to rape me. I needed to turn off the voices in my head, the self-hatred, the shame. I needed someone to claim me.

I was still fairly young at this point, scarcely eighteen, and living with my family. Due to a long series of events, a ton of my self-esteem came from my sexual appeal, so I used my body the best I could. And that certainly worked–I’m a 5’3 curvy half-Asian chick with glasses and long black hair. I discovered BDSM online at the age of fourteen, but I know it’s been in my veins since I was a kid.

I…also was not very bright. (Still am not very bright.) I went on a lot of misadventures–got into a lot of stranger’s vehicles, slept with a lot of strange men, and was occasionally paid for it. Looking back, I can’t believe I’m still alive. In fact, not long after the events of this story, I would find myself locked in a cage by a 43 yr old Dominant that I’d met maybe an hour beforehand, surrounded by strangers that largely didn’t speak English. And then wound up being his masochistic submissive kitty for four months. But, that’s a story for another time. Read more »