A senator from Georgia lies in a wide hammock with a man half her age, she lying supine with her hands clasped behind her head, he with his hands clasped around her, hugging her tight, resting his head on her chest and closing his eyes and listening to her explain how the world operates behind the curtain, what higher offices await her after this one, and which of her bald colleagues are puppets. Instead of the details, he listens to the tone of her voice, straining to hear beyond the words, hoping to find traces of her true feelings in the melody. They’re in a glade on her property in Blue Ridge, just twenty yards up the mountain from her family’s cabin, in the living room of which her husband is shaving the accumulated wax off of their dining table candles so they are again flush cylinders, cursing her as he does it because he’s asked her twice already to shave them back to health herself after her candlelit cards nights, if she insists on lighting cards nights by candle, and she knows he has a thing about uneven shapes with a particular sensitivity to bulbous ones. It’s fall, but still hot and humid. They sweat so much in the hammock they stick to each other, skin-to-skin. She—unclothed—and the younger man—also unclothed—lie adhered together in plain view of her husband, if he looks out the kitchen window. Her career and her custody of her two daughters and her marriage are just one glance away from dissolution, and so she feels something.
Author: GeologicalGina
Girl strips at party to seduce ex [FM] [Humil]
“Sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to see you, Lena.”
“I should have looked where I was going.”
“It’s not a big deal. I expect to clean up worse than that tomorrow morning with those wobbly undergrads getting handsy in the guest room.”
“I could make it up to you.”
“…”
“Matt, I would love to make it up to you.”
“It’s a tiny spill on hardwood, takes literally two seconds to wipe up.”
“I know but Matt—can I conversationally put my hand on your chest?”
“…”
“Thank you. But so Matt, I can make it up to you. I could do you a favor, a big favor, or more than one even.”
“How much you drink tonight?”
“Focus on the favors, Matt. Tell me how I can make it up to you.”
“One sec, Lena. Yo, Ben! C’mere a sec—can you keep an eye on the party?”
“…”
“Okay, Lena, favors. I’ll humor it.”
“I hoped you’d tell me what to do, to make up for it. Tell me to do anything Matt and I’ll do it for you, please.”
A Bug in the Spell [01] [FF[M]] [Speculative; Rigorous Magic System]
Two weeks after Emmet dumped me I spotted him in the hall outside my magic devices class, flirting with Serena. Between his form-fitting shirt and her plastic-wrap-tight dress I did not have to try very hard to imagine how they would click together like two Lego bricks. Her small frame would fit within his wide shoulders. He would wrap her in his arms and squeeze her tight against him while he slid his cock into…
The image infected my mind and lingered there all afternoon like a pebble stuck not in my shoe but in the actual flesh of my heel. At the dining hall during dinner I stared straight ahead, unfocused on my friends’ conversation. After they returned to their dorms I was left sitting there alone for a while, and the idea came to me then, the design for the perfect weapon, and how to make it.
I went to the workshop and clicked on my desk lamp, flipped through my old schematics. No one else was around that late so I had the whole shop to myself.
Man asks woman with godpowers to help him get out of a warrant [Ch 1] [college, light femdom, mind control]
If the world is all a single person’s dream, I know the dreamer. This girl I met in university was a witch, or a demigod, or plugged into the world engine or something. I was riding the bus to campus, listening to music in headphones and daydreaming about an argument I had with an ex-girlfriend, someone from years ago, just replaying it and seeing how I could have been more reasonable than I was. I do this often, replay conversations I handled poorly. And this girl, a beautiful Vietnamese girl with long black hair and bangs, wearing a skirt and a turtleneck sweater, leans forward from the row behind me, pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and says in a soft voice, “You did the best you could with what you knew at the time.”
Her response lined up with my inner monologue so neatly—like, heptacontagon in a heptacontagon-shaped hole kind of fit—that I at first heard it as my own thought. When I realized she was looking at me, that she had said it, I was so confused I couldn’t settle on anything to say in reply.
She moved up the seat beside me and offered her hand. “Minh,” she said.
Otiose Austerity [MF, First Time, Light Femdom]
Maybe it’s because they’re at Amarantha’s house. Her furnishings remind Moncada of a tour of a North Korean academic’s apartment he watched online—pastel furniture covered in taught floral-patterned upholstery, doilies on the side tables and dressers, framed headshots of chess masters on the wall that resemble heads of state. Her house is like a replica of a house. Maybe it’s because of Amarantha, the way she, even in her underwear beneath him, radiates authority and triggers his compulsion to please. Or maybe it’s intrinsic to him, a fated malfunction to ensure his genetic line comes to an end and the earth is purged of his likeness. Moncada is in his underwear too, propped above her on his elbows, the two of them parallel and precarious on her hard, shallow couch. She hasn’t touched him yet, so she doesn’t know that Moncada can’t get it up.
Amarantha’s eyebrows sink in toward the middle, as if they’re heaviest there. She’s noticed he’s frozen.
Moncada’s thoughts orbit his flaccidity in a tight, hot loop, and there’s no spare processing power to emote or generate speech.
Our friend’s ex asked us to use her [MMMF]
In college there was a touchy couple in my friend group. The group was myself, two guys, and the couple, Jason and Sarah. They would make out in the back seat if we drove somewhere, or if we watched a movie in the dark, or even if we looked away from them for a few minutes at a restaurant.
They broke up in sophomore year because Jason slept with one of Sarah’s friends. I heard it was premeditated, that they’d been messaging each other for a while. After the breakup we didn’t see Sarah until a few weeks later, when she approached me and the other two guys in our friend group in gym class. Her parents were going out of town, and she wanted us to come back home with her for the weekend, to use her. She said this word, use. We could do anything we wanted with her for the whole weekend, strip her naked, tie her up, come on her, anything—as long as promised to tell Jason about all of it when we returned to campus on Monday. She even said we could fuck her outside in the sunlight, because her family has a forest around their backyard.
A Room Hidden from God [dubcon] [mmmmf] [lost bet]
My university, a private Christian university, housed the men and women in separate buildings with one entrance each, both manned by a security guard checking student ids and taking names on a clipboard at all hours of the day and night. During the spring and summer we could go out into the woods behind campus and lie down on a blanket and enjoy a natural privacy, but during the fall and winter there were no outlets for our thirst. Even if we could bear the cold, without the leaves the woods were exposed.
In December 2014, my freshman year, I awoke to a woman screaming outside my ground-floor window. I darted out in my pajamas and found Amy curled up on her side, clutching her ankle. My friend Jack was desperately reeling a rope back into his window, two floors above my own. I could tell from Amy’s scraped-up hands that she had been trying to climb up it. These are the lengths to which we would go to feel some skin against our skin.
Lothario tries to seduce coworker, but the tables turn. [MF] [Bondage] [Shame] [Femdom]
I care about only one of the three guests I’ve invited into my apartment tonight. The other two guests are part of a performance I am putting on for Makenna. If I invited her over alone, she would have understood why, but by inviting two of our other coworkers along my real motive is plausibly deniable. I need to create uncertainty. I need her imagination active.
My real home is a house a few blocks over. I rent this apartment on the side to entertain women. When I furnished it, I bought most things second-hand so I could save my budget for what counts: the couch and the bed. Sometimes the mood is fragile and can’t survive the walk from the living room to the bedroom, so I purchased a deep black leather couch that’s easy to clean and comfortable to fuck on.
I pace around the room while my guests sit on the couch. Makenna sits at the far end, almost hiding. She wears a denim button-down shirt unbuttoned one button below modest over a chemise. We flirted on work IM all week after meeting at the new hire training, but she’s been reserved all night. The only time she spoke was to apologize for standing in my way when I came out of the bathroom. Hope remains, though. She hasn’t pulled out her phone even once.
[FFM, Femdom, Cuckquean, NC, HUML, Strip Poker] The Last Visit, Part 3/3
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k6bi5h/the_last_visit_part_1_college_strip_poker/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kbipsj/ffm_femdom_cuckquean_nc_huml_strip_poker_the_last/)
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She did not overpower me. It wasn’t that I couldn’t resist, that I was simply too much of an animal not to betray to Grace. It was that I wanted to surrender myself to Ava. I labored my breathing, reached out to kiss Ava with a look of desperate thirst on my face, and shifted in my restraints to move my cock closer to her hands because knowing that Grace was watching me, knowing that I was planting the seeds of torturous insecurities, and knowing that she was seething angry but naked and tied up and unable to do anything about it, it turned me on more than anything ever had before.
“Kiss me, Ava.”
“Calm down. Your girlfriend is watching.” Ava was inviting me to beg.
I begged. I wanted to say what would ruin me for Grace. “Please Ava. I’m frustrated. You turn me on like no on else ever has.”
Ava rewarded my sadism. She stroked me with her palm with light pressure but still didn’t grip me. My thirst surpassed what I had felt in even my most gratuitous virginal fantasies. She dragged me beyond a critical point after which my desire was not voluntary or restrained.
[FFM, Femdom, Cuckquean, NC, HUML, Strip Poker] The Last Visit, Part 2
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k6q0ei/ffm_femdom_cuckquean_nc_huml_strip_poker_the_last/)
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In the next orbit Ava and I lost our shirts, though Ava still had the extra shirt underneath. Grace was not happy to see Ava appraising me. It might not have meant much to me by itself, but because I knew Grace hated it, I loved watching Ava’s eyes linger on my shoulders, abs, and chest. To be an object of lust was an unfamiliar feeling. It weakened my resolve. The temptation to betray Grace matured into concrete intention.
In the next hand Grace and I paid blinds. We placed no bets and I lost on showdown. I could’ve bet earlier. I had a solid pocket pair, but I wanted to save my chips and shove all in on a bad hand against Ava, so I could lose to her.
When I took my jeans off, my erection was obvious through my boxers. Both Grace and Ava fixed their eyes on it. Grace stared with the distinct, indignant desperation of a woman watching her man cross forbidden lines. Ava stared with a cool thirst, which gave me such a want for her to touch my cock that I flexed it against the fabric of my boxers, to feel at least something.