[Request] first 3 chapters of a story about an innocent girls first moment of exhibition being used as blackmail to get her to do more and more humiliating and erotic things.

Beth was the youngest child of 3, her two older sisters were about 7 or so years older than her.  While they were related, Beth rarely saw either of them, but even with this distance, they both remained role models to her.

Somewhere in between Beth’s childhood and her sisters teen years, her mother had a mental break, so to speak. Almost overnight, Beths mom became over the top, excessively, religious. This happened when Beth was about 6 or 7. It’s what drove her sisters away.

Throughout school and brief interactions with her classmates, Beth picked up on the fact that she was pretty sheltered and missing out on a lot of experiences and knowledge (of the sexual nature) that others her age were privy to. This of course was because of her mom, but that didn’t become apparent to Beth till years later. By the time Beth was a sophomore in high school, she hadn’t even had a kiss before, though never from lack of interest or desire.

[Humil][chastity] Innocent naive college virgin wins a sorority’s life time virgin award. His prize isn’t what he thought it was.

I was homeschooled by my overbearing mom until college. She wasn’t religious, but she was as sheltered and naive to the world as one could get. It was never something I thought about growing up, just as a boy doesn’t know what something is, like a combustion engine, until he’s told of its existence, I didn’t know about sex. I was aware people had it, it’s how babies were made, but outside of that, I was clueless. I never thought it’d be a prominent factor in my life. Boy was I wrong.

I started college at one of the largest universities in the country. Unbeknownst to me, also the largest party school. I found this out via a sorority event believe it or not.

At the time I was unaware, but apparently during pledge week for the major sorority, the pledges are given the task of finding a virgin and bringing them to a party. Like a dinner for schmucks type situation.

[Request] A boyfriend in love gets unknowingly cuckolded by a disgusting older man who eventually even becomes his boss.

“Are you James Whiting?”

“Uh yeah, who are you?”

“My name doesn’t matter. I was paid to find you and deliver these, they’re divorce papers. I was instructed to tell you to sign them and have them to Julia by the end of week” his hand was stretched out holding a thick manilla folder.

I reached to take it. Said good bye to the man and sulked back into my apartment, collapsing in my sofa, feeling defeated.

I looked back on my relationship with Julia, thinking about where exactly things went wrong. I had always neglected to reflect, trying my best to stave off the shame and guilt. But I was always left wondering why it all went to shit. Or rather, how?

I got out my laptop and started typing it all out from the beginning. I always enjoyed writing and had always found it cathartic. So, here’s my story.

Requested story. Girl gets increasingly enticed by money and the alluring photographer next door.

Growing up in a trailer park, I always felt like I was expected to act a certain way. And not exactly In a good way. Most girls were already pregnant by the time they were 13 or 14. I wasn’t very popular with the other kids in the park, I spent most of my time studying, reading or doing homework, all of which I did on the computer.

I never pursued any of them, but I was never unaware of my looks. Boys and even men had flirted with me and tried to make moves with me since I first hit puberty. I always kind of liked the attention, but was to shy and nervous to act on it.

I was about 5 and some change feet tall, and I had bleach blond hair that I hated, but kept as my mom would insist it’s what boys liked. I got boobs pretty early on, and by the time I was 16 I was sitting at a solid C cup. I quit the year before, but I used to run track in school and because of that I was left with an extremely tight and pert butt. I know all this because it’s often shouted at my from porches on my walk home from school. I try to ignore them, and I say I hate it, but there’s always a part of me, somewhere in the back of my head that likes it and insists I keep wearing short shorts and low cut tops.

[Str8] Ahead of Schedule – An innocent virgin is tricked into ruining himself sexually over the course of a year in increasingly humiliating situations by his beautiful girlfriend. I try to write these with a realistic tone and believable characters/interactions. Would love feedback/requests!

“So Simon, in the email you reached out to me you sounded a little desperate for help with, I believe you called it, social anxieties. Is that right?” Dr. Veneger asked, sitting across from me, notepad and pencil in hand.

When frantically looking for a therapist a couple nights earlier, I neglected to look at any of their pictures or even their gender in my haste. So it was to my surprise that Dr. Veneger was not only a relatively young female, but an incredibly attractive one. I had always pictured myself speaking to a male therapist, but since I was already sitting across from this beautiful brunette doctor, I figured why not.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, and I saw you originally emailed me kind of late, I think it was around 11pm or so. Was there any reason for that? I’ve found that that’s the time where impulse decisions thrive.” She asked while simultaneously scribbling on her notepad.

[Blackmail/Transformation][Humil][LossControl] I try to write fetish erotica with a realistic tone and plot. Here’s my first submission here; “Ahead of Time”

“So Simon, in the email you reached out to me you sounded a little desperate for help with, I believe you called it, social anxieties. Is that right?” Dr. Veneger asked, sitting across from me, notepad and pencil in hand.

When frantically looking for a therapist a couple nights earlier, I neglected to look at any of their pictures or even their gender in my haste. So it was to my surprise that Dr. Veneger was not only a relatively young female, but an incredibly attractive one. I had always pictured myself speaking to a male therapist, but since I was already sitting across from this beautiful brunette doctor, I figured why not.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, and I saw you originally emailed me kind of late, I think it was around 11pm or so. Was there any reason for that? I’ve found that that’s the time where impulse decisions thrive.” She asked while simultaneously scribbling on her notepad.