Author: GeologicalGina

The Last Visit, Part 1 – College, Strip Poker, Cuckquean, FFM, Jealousy

Grace broke up with me on my last trip to visit her, in late October 2014. We were starting our first year of study at universities a state apart. I drove the 400 miles between us on short notice, because I made a mistake. I failed to stop one of the women I worked with from tagging me in a photo. We didn’t pose together. Her photo just captured me in the background. I told Grace over the phone that it was nothing and she said “oh, yeah, of course, nothing” in a tone that meant it was something, and that she was logging any attempt to persuade her otherwise on a list of charges to prosecute at a later date. So there I was, driving west.

When I stopped to get gas she called. She asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, love. I’m just filling up.”

“Okay. I saw your location stopped moving.”

“Just filling up, love.”

“Your car usually gets good mileage.”

I knew where she was going—she wanted to know if I was alone—but I had to play along until I could assuage her suspicion by answering a stated question. If I came right out and reassured her, she’d’ve seen it as defensive, and that was hard to backtrack from. “Reasonable mileage.” Read more »

Shy girl agrees to wear slutty Halloween costume [03 – Final] [FFFMN] [College] [Shame] [OC]

Start on [episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j30q52/shy_girl_agrees_to_wear_slutty_halloween_costume/). This story builds.

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The host allowed Jane to choose the topic of her trivia duel with Valerie. It was a sympathetic gesture. Jane would have to play the game handcuffed, nearly naked. She meditated on the choice. Her emotions at this juncture, the center of attention at this surreal party, captured by unfamiliar desires for Valerie, were not stable. She experienced the superposition of wanting to revert to a state of helplessness and submit to Valerie, and (this part novel) wanting vindictively to put her in the same demeaned position, to shame her in front of these witnesses. The latter impulse was on Jane’s mind when she selected her most knowledgeable trivia topic, Tolkien.

Valerie looked up from her phone when she heard Jane’s answer. “Interesting choice.”

Jane saw something in Valerie through that reaction that she never had before: fear. Valerie had pulled Jane into the ring without hesitation, without even paying full attention. Apparently she hadn’t considered the unlikely possibility that Jane would stop shuddering long enough to think, let alone _win_. Suddenly the desire in Jane that she had played with, which had made Jane feel impotent and frustrated, became a real threat to her. Read more »

Shy girl agrees to wear slutty Halloween costume [02] [FF, MMF] [College] [Shame]

[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j30q52/shy_girl_agrees_to_wear_slutty_halloween_costume/)

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Jane sat in the back of the car, in the middle seat between Valerie and Stephanie, and John drove them to the party with a big amplifier for the host occupying his passenger seat. Jane tried to lean over and wedge some of herself behind Valerie to evade John’s glances at her through the rearview mirror, but had limited success with the maneuver. Showing so much of her body in her dorm room, in the company of only her two friends was one thing. As soon as the cold air from the breezeway outside the dorm door hit her skin, and raised goosebumps in it, she realized going out in public was a thing of its own, unlike what preceded it. What followed was a kind of retraction into herself, where somehow the outside world, though her eyes were open and ears were unobstructed, felt more distant, less immediate. Anyone paying direct attention to her threatened her protective buffer of detachment and non-presence, which is what made the terrible news that Mark would be attending this party so terrible. Read more »

Barbara: Prison Sex Comedy [FMM] [Cuckhold] [OC]

This is the story of how Barbara Appleby fell in love with, from the perspective of her most devoted fan, the wrong person. The whole thing started with Neil Gardner, who at the beginning of the story is sitting at his desk writing with a pencil in his right hand, and in a way that’s less subtle than he thinks it is, massaging his semi-hard cock with his left hand by digging his knuckle into the crotch of his shorts and sort of rocking it back and forth. He describes in as much detail as his patience allows the proportion and position of Barbara’s body as she worships his cock (in its fully hard state) in a fictitious tryst of his own design.

Neil can basically survive anything as long as he is allowed to do this. He is shifting compulsively in his chair now which means the session is almost done. If the session goes on too long, he knows the content isn’t working, and since he is down to the last inch of pencil, the knobby state that only grade schoolers and people truly too destitute to get another pencil persist with, his wrist tires quickly anyway. Achieving something like a stopping point, he sets the pencil down and carries the paper with him up to the top bunk (he negotiated to get top bunk for this purpose by making a deal with his cellmates, explained later) and, with his right hand on his cock now, he enjoys a few moments during which he is not trapped in the party’s prison. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [02] [FF, M] [Bondage]

[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2bszr/pretentious_fianc%C3%A9e_blackmailed_coerced_to_strip/)

Setup level: long af.

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## The Text Message, Sunday

Ten hours remained until Eileen and Mark’s evening plans which were to begin at 7. She sat at the kitchen table in his house alone because he had become impatient about the laundry and went to the laundromat. A boquet of flowers set in the center which Mark had given Eileen the week before cast a shadow on the table. Regions of the marigold she had not noticed, seeing it only in the evenings at dinner, had browned and contracted into wrinkles.

Eileen thought for the fifteenth time about where she might have placed the lingerie after returning home. She tried to comfort herself with imagined memories of having rooted through her bag on the way home, so that it might have fallen out in the car. Horrifyingly, the bag had no holes in it and it sealed well. In truth she did not open the bag on the way home. She set it down in the entry way when she got in and spent the rest of the night in pajamas. For the fifteenth time the conclusion was unavoidable: Eileen had left the lingerie in Angela’s bedroom. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [01] [FF, M] [Bondage]

Setup level: long af.

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## The Ring, Saturday

Eileen knew she would not find her ring in the drawer, but she wanted Mark to see her searching anyway. He said nothing and prepared himself for bed as she conspicuously inspected the drawer, bending over to peer inside it and then looking away as she felt around in it with her hand. Once she was certain that he had noticed, she waved a hand as if exasperated and then crawled into bed beside him.

The ring was a gift from Mark on their anniversary one month prior, and it was lost. He purchased it from a craftsman living in Westlake who made rings by hand, and only a few of each design. It was made of fake opal and granite carved into lizard scales which all pointed in line with the finger. No one could mistake it for another jewel, which is why Eileen had not been at ease since early that evening, when she saw another guest at the party they had attended wearing a ring of the same design. She was sure that Mark would notice. He would then ask her about her own ring, and when she told him it had been lost, he would go to work connecting dots that had no need to be connected. Read more »

Shy girl agrees to wear slutty Halloween costume [01] [FFF] [College] [Shame]

Jane, a known turtleneck wearer in July, a woman of self-hiding hands-squeezed-between-knees posture on even an empty subway car, a homebody just-short-of-actually allergic to attention from others, paced narrow ellipses in her small dorm room. Her roommate Stephanie would return soon from the campus fashion lab. Jane wore jeans and an oversized hoodie. As she often did when ruminating, in some symbolic attempt to shield herself from any more interactions with others that could themselves become cause for further rumination, she pulled the laces of the hoodie’s face opening to shut it, and watched her steps with only the pinhole view out of what little of the opening could simply not be closed. The focus of her elevated heart rate, racing thoughts, and circular internal narratives on this occasion was on the optimal string of words to use when telling Stephanie she had decided not to follow through on her promise to wear the slutty Halloween costume Stephanie made for her to this party. Read more »