Author: beltinram

My Last Hurrah in the Adirondacks pt 2. [F/M] [Outdoors] [Age-gap] [Public] [Slow burn] [hookup]

Ben stretched out his hand to her, “Sure!” She said with determination, she took his hand and he helped her over the log that was in between them. It was not much of an actual obstacle but Sara, who had begun to take more notice of Ben and his peculiarities. surmised that after walking up a mountain all morning, she had proven her competence on the trail. He probably offered her his hand out of courtesy because he was polite. It was not because he was looking for a reason to pull her closer to him. CERTAINLY it was not because he knew that when their hands touched she would feel a warm, tingling numbness as he gently led her over. The feeling caused her hand to linger and slowly pull it away awkwardly. She was glad she had her sunglasses on.

“Alright then, you two take care of each other! try and be back by nightfall!” Ian said as he took Bill under the shoulder and began to carry him. Read more »

My Last Hurrah in the Adirondacks pt 1. [F/M] [Outdoors] [Age-gap] [Public] [Slow burn] [hookup]

The sun was rising over the Adirondacks as Sara drove through the winding roads of the High Peaks Wilderness Preserve. The notably aged but steadfast toyota crossover belonged to her friend Maggie, who was back at the cottage the two rented for the weekend. It was the week after labour day and the summer rush was winding down for tourists, the leaves had not yet begun to change bringing in the next wave. Avoiding crowds and getting a discount vacation was a win win for both girls. However, the victories ended there as they realised they left the ice at the gas station on the way and thus the food in their cooler had been sitting too long at a suboptimal temperature. It was Maggie’s mistake but she insisted it would be fine. She was mistaken. The previous night for dinner she decided to cook the hamburgers they had brought with them, Sarah had opted for a premade salad, slightly wilted by the heat but at least she did not wake up this morning with food poisoning. Though Maggie would deny it was food poisoning, instead claiming to be hungover from drinking too many beers at the roadhouse not far from their cottage. Read more »

The Hearths of Blairmoor pt. 3 [F/M] [Passionate] [Femdom] [Power exchange] [switch] [Moody] [Fantasy] [kidnapping]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/y1u86h/a_story_for_the_spooky_season_the_hearths_of/)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y30qju/the_hearths_of_blairmoor_pt_2_fm_passionate_solo/)

She pulled off her chemise, exposing her naked body to the air, the cold wind blowing from the open window made her nipples harden while the fire behind her warmed her back. To her enhanced senses this was a bizarre but euphoric experience in and of itself, but not why she was in Lord Marcian’s chamber.

She pulled at his shirt, ripping it as it came off and began to undo the lacing on the front of his trousers. He took over the job, fumbling with the drawstrings as she leaned in to kiss him. His dark lips, like hers, were cold to the touch, almost numbing. She began to rock back and forth, almost involuntarily as her body made its base desires known

With his trousers undone, his penis popped through the opening. Niccola looked down at it. It wasn’t fully erect, but then again, he didn’t exactly have time to prepare. He looked a little nervous, a little confused. She slid one hand under his head as she leaned in to kiss him, lifting his face to meet hers. She felt him tense before he reciprocated her kiss and relax. With her other hand, she let go of the waist of his trousers and took a hold of him, stroking, back and forth gently. If she was going to experience this with him, she was going to experience all of it. Read more »

The Hearths of Blairmoor pt. 2 [F/M] [Passionate] [Solo] [Moody] [Fantasy] [kidnapping]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y1u632/a_story_for_the_spooky_season_the_hearths_of/)

Lord Marcian Iscariot looked down at Niccola with fascination and then pity. He lifted her up with ease and leaped back towards the castle with superhuman agility.

“You…uuu bas-bastard….” She stammered, her jaw swollen and her teeth chattered.

“Quiet Niccola.” He said calmly, jumping from the ground, to a thick branch on an oak tree and then clear over the castle wall. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“What the hell did you think would happen? Have you not been a vampire long ? ” she spat through clenched teeth.

“It’s not that.” He jumped again, through the open window of one of the towers of the castle

He set her in a bed, the same room where she had gotten ready for dinner, she was writhing in his arms, struggling against him but he seemed indifferent, he squeezed harder, and she was powerless against him

The heat of the fire left the bedchamber at a balmy temperature and he placed her in the four-poster canopy bed. Read more »

A story for The Spooky Season: The Hearths of Blairmoor pt. 1 [F/M] [passionate] [fantasy] [moody] [Dubcon]

Niccola ran through the trees away from Blairmoor castle, her clothes dripping wet from her jump out the window into the castle’s moat. She was almost weighed down to the bottom by all her extra layers but she managed to scramble out and make it to the treeline. Though she was unfamiliar with the area, she knew if she could make it through the woods to the town she could find help. But with an early case of rheumatism in her knees and only the moon to guide her, she looked desperately for signs of civilization. The lights from the castle faded behind her, no guards sought her, no dogs. Though there weren’t many in the castle to begin with, considering what Lord Marcian desired her for, she figured he wanted her unharmed and unspoiled. Read more »