Author: Definitely_not_a_pro

Nymphomancer: Interlude – Michael in Chains [MF]

*This is an interlude between chapters in the story of the Nymphomancer, Ariella. Check out r/Ariella for her complete story so far.*

Michael lay in total darkness, curled into a ball on the stone altar, his hands and ankles having been un-cuffed. He cried softly, feeling an emptiness inside of himself that he knew would never be filled again. Ilara had cast him aside, taken the token of her affection away and left him at the mercy of her family. The girls that were his caretakers now were sadistic in their games. He could not get off, no matter what was done to him, it would not happen because they had complete control over his body.

Darkness was his world now, between sessions with his cruel Mistresses. If he thought Ilara had ever done anything sadistic or intentionally harsh to him, he had been wrong a thousand times over. He did not know how many days had passed since she left, but each and every one was tortuous. He would know when someone was coming to play with him when he was awoken by the sound of the stone door moving and the sudden burst of light from torches or candelabras. Read more »

Ariella’s story Ch. 3 The Trials [MFM]

*This is an excerpt from the much larger chapter. Check out r/Ariella for the full chapter 2 and 3. I did not post any of chapter two here to r/Erotica because it did not contain any erotica. It was world building and a character building chapter. Let me know what you think. And, as always, enjoy!*

Chastity opened the door, holding the same lit candelabra that Michael had used that first night here. “It is time. Put this on.” She held out a robe of soft, black silk. Ariella wrapped it around herself and tied it tight, nervousness making her hands shake. The robe was hemmed short, falling to just below the swell of her ass and it was thin, see through material.

“Should I be worried?” Ariella asked, hoping for some relief of her anxiety.

“I have no idea,” Chastity said. That was definitely not the answer she wanted. Her anxiety grew inside her, threatening to cause her to panic. Ilara’s words returned to her “you must dominate.” Ariella took in a deep breath, holding it in, her heart pounding in her ears and with blowing it out, she managed to break some of the tension she felt. I will dominate, whatever the trial, I will pass, she thought. Read more »

Kissing a Stranger Pt 3 [Ff][MF]

*This is where the story gets interesting. I hope you enjoy the direction it is going. As always, drop me a comment if you have suggestions or critiques. Thanks!*

The doors closed behind the pair of beautiful, naked women, and Ariella jumped as they slammed into the frame. The entrance hallway was lit by a candelabra that had been set on a decorative table just inside the door. Its tarnished golden arms and blood red candles did nothing to dissipate Ariella’s fears; if anything, it reaffirmed that she was in a dangerous place with possibly dangerous people.

The illumination gave away almost nothing of the mysterious house. Ariella could see that the furniture was elaborate, decorative, and useless in the way that no one was expected to use it for any other purpose but to show off wealth and impress guests. Ilara can consider me impressed, Ariella thought. There were large, framed paintings on the walls, but she couldn’t make out any details in such poor lighting. The hallway continued on in front of her to a grand staircase that rose to a walkway on the second floor. The light of the full moon shown through a grandiose window that rose from the middle landing to the ceiling, casting long shadows back at her. There were doors leading off of the hallway, but they were all closed. Ariella felt a flash of fear, the instinct to run was almost overwhelming. Read more »

Kissing a Stranger Pt 2 [FF]

*This is part two of Ariella’s story. Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy. Also, I have edited the first part and will post it later for those interested.*

Ariella’s hair whipped around her head, blown about in the wind from the convertible top on the Italian sports car that Ilara drove in and out of traffic, expertly avoiding collisions at high speeds. Ariella realized that apprehension, even fear, should be pulling at her mind, but in its place was anticipation and curiosity. She could not peel her eyes off of Ilara. Something had happened back at the club, and not just her embarrassing display in front of hundreds of people. The crowd had been feral, animalistic in their desire for her. Ariella felt that Ilara knew what had happened, or even caused it some how.

“What was that? Back at the club?” asked Ariella.

“That was you,” replied Ilara, never taking her focus off the road in front of her.

“What do you mean? What did I do? Besides get off in front of a bunch of strangers. And, you, who are you? How did you do that to me?” the questions poured out of her without her control. Read more »

Kissing a Stranger [FF]

*I write erotica for my wife and she thinks I have a decent talent. Tell me what you think. If you guys and gals like it, I will continue the series. This is the first time I have let anyone other than my wife to read any of the erotica that I write, so critique and constructive comments welcome! Thanks and I hope you enjoy.*

The music drowned out everything but shouting, the beat thumping through Ariella’s body and into the booth. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t hear anyone talking, because there was no one to talk to her. Jonathan, her date for the evening, had stood her up again. They had been out several times over the last three weeks, but the last two dates they planned, he was a no show. Read more »