Author: Gothgirlerotica

Here cums the Bride- (f25, m38, mdom, bondage, oral, rough, painplay, cheating)

2pm and the bar was already buzzing when Wade arrived. He scanned around finding his usual drinking companions on their usual perches, propping up the end of the dingy bar. Only one person stood out in the crowd.

In the far corner in the window booth was a woman. Wade guessed no more than 25. Her vibrant purple hair drapped down her shoulder in elegant curls. Pinned and positioned to perfection. Her bright blue eyes and full lips were painted dark. Her curves were on full display in her sleek black gown, the side split to her hip. He took her in for a moment. Comparing her to all the queens of hell as she sipped her drink. His cock pressed against his jeans. Realising he had been staring he turned to the bar and ordered. Read more »

The Trophy Club (part 2) (hunter/prey, rough, mf, ff, anal, toy)

Emily parked up outside the house with a grin. She looked forward to this weekend every year. She wondered if she might see some of the usual group this time. She squirmed as the memory of her countless hunts flooded her memory. Emily glanced up to her mirror and ran her fingers through her dark brown curls and fixed a smudge in her make up. She bit her lip and giggled as she got out the car.

She dropped her backpack in the heap and rushed at the familiar woman by the main doors. “Jess!” She wrapped her arms around the other woman tightly.

“Emily! I.. need to breath..” Jessica croaked as Emily squeezed her tightly. Emily blushed and loosened her grip before stepping back. “It’s nice to see you back this year.” Jessica grinned. Her perfectly made up face would have been intimidating if Emily hadn’t known the beautiful woman so well.

“I’m see you’re helping run the show. How did you land that one huh?” Emily teased. Read more »

The Trophy Club. (Part 1) (hunter/prey, rough, oral, anal, outside, mild pain play, name-calling)

So this is a longer one folks but you all asked so nicely for a series of my last story. This isn’t a straight sequal but a start to a new series. Hope you enjoy!

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Sarah sat staring at her email. Nervous laughter caught in her throat as she read it over once more.

Welcome to the trophy club.

The first words sent the butterflies in her stomach fluttering.

Our annual weekend event starts this weekend.
All members should remember the rules upon arrival. For our new member the rules are as follow:

1) No hunting session can end until a doe is caught.

2) The hunter with the most confirmed catches wins.

3) All participants must have up-to-date checks.

Sarah chuckled.
What on earth had she signed up for. She smiled and ran her fingers through her bright blonde curls. Read more »

The hunt (prey/hunter, cnc, pain play, unprotected, outside)

Quinn snapped her head from side to side, searching the dark for signs of movement. Her heart drummed in her ears. She tried to calm her heavy breathing listening closer to the sound of the woods. She rubbed her hands over her arms hoping to warm herself a little as the cold nipped at her bare body. Twigs and leaves tangled into her long black hair. Her breath was visible even in the dull moon light. Satisfied she had lost her pursuer, Quinn carefully crept through the trees. Branches scratched at her tender skin and, roots and rocks tore at her feet no matter how carefully she picked her footing.

Snap. Something broke a twig near by. Quinn hurried over to a fallen tree and ducked down behind hit. Her heart started to drum once again. The adrenaline coursed through her as she peaked over the tree. Another snap. She shot down curled up in a ball. She held her breath and listened. The sound of a near by stream was all she could hear but she kept holding her breath. Snap. Something was getting closer. She couldn’t tell where to was coming from. She squeezed her eyes shut in a child like hope that if she couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see her. The seconds she waited felt like hours, her lungs screamed for release but she waited and waited. Read more »

Happy Brithday, Sir. (Part 4/the end) (bdsm, threesome, mff, dom/switch/sub, oral, dp,)

As credits rolled on the screen Amy took Lisa’s hand and slipped back down into their den. Lisa stumbled behind her admiring her energy. Amy climbed up on the bed and tapped the sheets. Lisa took the hint and climbed up next to her. Amy pulled her into a kiss, she nibbled and licked Lisa’s already slightly puffy lips. The sting made Lisa moan and pur. Their bodies pressed hard against each other. Amy’s hands wandered one found the back of Lisa’s next and the other came to rest on her breasts. She pulled and nipped at Lisa’s nipples, forcing louder moans from between her lips. Lisa rested her hand on Amy’s ass squeezing in response to Amy’s nips. Read more »

Happy Birthday, Sir. (Part 3)

The three figures lay across the sofa, empty pizza boxes and bear bottles lay in a heap on the corner. Amy rested with her head on her masters chest while he lazily ran his fingers through her hair. Lisa sat tangled in their legs as the three watched a movie.

Amy ran her fingers over her masters naked body enjoying the way his muscles twitched under her touch. She stretched up and kissed his neck softly. Letting her lips linger while a growl rumbled in his throat. With a smile she dug her nails in to his soft skin and dragged them down his side and chest. Another growl rumbled but louder this time. “Does my girl want some attention?” He asked with a crooked smile. Amy nodded and pressed her lips to his chest before biting him gently. He hissed and smacked her ass. Amy moaned softly and smiled. Without warning her master moved and positioned her infront of him on the sofa, her back pressed against him. He leaned in and whispered. “You did misbehave remember.” He chuckled, rubbing his cock against her ass and thighs. Read more »

Happy birthday, Sir. (Part 2) (bdsm, threesome, mff, dom/switch/sub, oral, anal play,)

Lisa woke some time later, her hands still bound and Amy curled around her softly stroking her thighs and stomach. The light touches sent chills through her. Her body ached in a way she barely understood but each time Amy’s strokes grew closer to her pussy the feeling grew. Lisa wriggled desperate for Amy to place her hand between her legs. Amy chuckled softly. “Shhhhh pacetions. He would be mad if we played without him. Drink?” She cooed in Lisa’s ear pressing soft kisses on her cheek and neck. Each one made her body buzz. A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips before she nodded her head. Amy leaned off the side of the bed and pulled up a bottle of water and held it to Lisa’s lips.

The door opened as Lisa drank deeply. Amy pulled the bottle away and held it over Lisa’s nipples. The cold droplets on her hard nipples was almost too much. Lisa panted softly, biting her lip. She was desperate for some kind of release. Read more »