Full-Body Submission [MF, breeding, anal, semi-consensual]

As always, note: Breeding is a hot as hell fantasy, but playing with consent and breeding in the real world is messy. This is a fantasy! Enjoy.

Rachael pulled her jeans up, and tugged down on her modest red shirt, and looked in the mirror. She looked like a wholesome example of a young woman. Her body would always get attention, but the outfit was plausible deniability, no extra skin being shown off at all. She left her apartment and strolled slowly down the street, enjoying the soft spring air, to the grocery store. She began to pick out her purchases, some fruit, a few croissants. She was deliberating between varieties of carrots when she felt her phone vibrate.

– Do you have it in?

Her heart thudded at the question, and her fingers quickly typed the answer.

– Yes. It feels amazing. And huge.

– Good girl. I love thinking of you that way. Nobody else knows. Just you, and me.

Wonderful Things Happen in Golden Gate Park [MF][pregnant woman]

There’s a little space in Golden Gate Park, a paved section off the main road no bigger than a tennis court, where roller-skaters and roller-bladers practice and groove. Someone brings a boombox, and some of the skaters dance, but mostly they just take long, lazy circles. I rode my bike down there, to chill out and watch the happy skaters. I love the variety of people: this day, there were a couple in 70’s disco style, big chunky roller-skates, a couple of graceful young gay men with literal capes fluttering after them, an array of regulars in everything from hippie casual to a business suit–and today there was someone I hadn’t seen before. She was gorgeous, glossy black hair falling to mid-back, olive skin, a big smile as she took a corner a little too fast and had to swerve a bit to miss another skater. She was also pregnant, her t-shirt bowed out by the round swell of her belly, and I felt a distinctive thrill at that; something about the curves of her thighs and hips and the curve of her pregnancy resonated so well.

Fulfillment [MF, anal, bondage, D/s, breeding, semi-consensual]

Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. Playing around with consent and a breeding kink is for fantasy only. Written for a friend.

Fulfillment

Cassidy’s preparations tonight had been a mixture of her normal routine, and a few special additions. She’d been talking to Jack online for a few months; it had started overtly sexually, after she’d read one of his stories, commented, and gotten to chatting with him. This would be the first time they’d ever been in each other’s presence. Brushing out her long hair gave her some calm, but she had flutters and leaps of anticipation in her body. What they’d discussed doing today–one of the many kinks they shared–made her feel heady with anticipation. As she put a short-but-not-too-short dress over her slender body, she let herself wonder what Jack’s hands would feel like, taking it off. She applied her makeup, and then opened a little rosewood box on her nightstand, and took out the silvery toy inside, a wide bulb with a short, flared handle. She raised her skirt, and slowly worked the plug inside her ass. Eyes flaring just a bit as it entered. She lowered her skirt, smoothing it down, and smiled to herself. She finished dressing; she knew his tastes, and with each new item of clothing–the brief thong, the red heels, the small silver chain around her elegant neck–she felt herself transforming, meeting his ideal.

[mff] The Simplicity of Three: A couple provides a fulfilling outlet for a frustrated woman.

Maybe it was just the night. Maybe it was just the awesome night, filled with sweet breezes and the sound of the ocean. Maybe it was the spirit of escape, something she’d been feeling ever since she winged her way down from sodden London. She kicked one foot in the sand and stood admiring yet another gorgeous tropical sunset. For a brief moment she had a flash of memory of what she was escaping; the jam on the subway, the incessant crowds everywhere, the hecticness and formality. She smiled at a couple who walked past her on their beach. Why had she never been to the Seychelles before? Just the name itself was awesome.

Just the day before yesterday, she’d been her usual harried self, working her ass off at her graduate degree, trying to bring some conclusion to the long years of hard work. She’d felt frustrated, running uphill, not making any ground. So when the phone rang, she’d answered it gladly, a distraction. But it had been much more than that– her old friend Jack, with an invitation.

“Astrid, how are you?”

“God, Jack, is that you? How long has it been? More than a year?”

When You Just Need to be Close [M/F, college, anal, short story]

I knew Kay from the student theater at our university. I was a techie who worked on lights, she designed and made costumes.

She and I had a spark together, but the theater group was full of people hooking up quickly and then being all drama with each other after. We’d let our attraction to each other just smolder.

Then one night, she and I both stayed up until the early hours in a last-minute rush to finish the lighting rig and costumes before a play. We started the evening out with other helpers, but they all drifted away by midnight. It was just us.

We could have been pissed but instead, we had fun working together. I helped her, as much as I could, with the costumes. She helped me with the rigging. And by two AM, we were done, and strangely wired.

We took a walk, in the cool autumn Chicago night. Bought some cider from a street vendor. Wandered a bit; wound up near her place, and she asked me up. The mood was still that of friendship and warmth, but when she’d asked me up, her voice had another, urgent quality. And my “Sure” had the same.

Lions & Tigers Part 3 — Final Chapter: A young woman taken the way she’s dreamed of, and pushed further. [MF, public play, teen, anal, exhib, D/s, long story]

They spent that day bumming around Chicago, just looking at things. She’d never felt this immediately comfortable with a guy before, which was weird, but a good weird– considering what she’d let him do to her, what she’d wanted him to do to her. He showed her his places, his view of the city; the top floor of the public library, where she’d never been before. A glass-walled, glass-roofed strangely empty space, they saw no one else while they were on that floor. While she looked out over the city Jack stood behind her, his hands casually lifting up her shirt to caress her bra-cradled breasts, and she was half-afraid and half-wanted him to just fuck her right here, up against the glass. Instead, he kissed her and took her to a nice little lawn where old Italian men played bocce ball. They sat and watched the rhythmic clacking for awhile, and then got sandwiches at a nice little deli nearby. The girl behind the counter obviously knew– and liked– Jack, and Kristine felt a surge of jealousy at that interaction, found herself pugnaciously sticking her chest out. The sandwiches were excellent, though.

Lions & Tigers Part 2: A young woman taken the way she’s dreamed of, and pushed further. [MF, public play, teen, anal, exhib, D/s, long story]

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/urpfse/lions_tigers_part_1_a_young_woman_taken_the_way/)

Part 2:

Jack got up, and so did she– he led her by the hand out of there, out to the late-night streets. Another couple swayed by them, and he put his arm around her again. “Are your parents still in Nice?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “It’s just me and Sarah there.” Her breath was hard to catch right now, as the implication of what he said was making her head swim. “Then let’s go there,” he said “Take me home with you.” She hailed a cab, because fuck it. They piled in, and as the driver took off for her home, his hand was on her thigh, so strong, squeezing it. She spread her legs a little in reflex, and felt so wanton; she was doing all this like she was practiced at it. She wondered if he could tell he was breaking new ground. “Jack,” she said, softly, putting her hand on his. “Yes, Kristine,” he asked, turning to face her.

Lions & Tigers Part 1: A young woman taken the way she’s dreamed of, and pushed further. [MF, public play, teen, anal, exhib, D/s, long story]

Lions and Tigers

Jack woke as he so often did, before the alarm clock, mind quickly returning to the real world. He was goddamn horny this morning– his libido had been pounding around inside him. He’d spent the past five months working at a start-up company that had been scooped, baffled, and overtaken by a competitor they hadn’t seen coming. He’d learned a lot during the time, and though he wished the other guys he’d worked with whose job was the business side had done a better job, he bore no real ill-will. However, while he searched around for another opportunity, he’d fallen back on his bartending background, as well as teaching a couple of boxing classes. He lived in an apartment in an unfashionable but comfortable part of Chicago with one of his better female friends, and was feeling rather serene for a twenty-five year old without any clear plan for the future. Serene except for the daily-ratcheting-up of his libido, that is.

[FF, light cheating, toys] Delay: Two women help each other out in the absence of a boyfriend

Maika checked her phone one more time. Still no message from Clark, god dammit. She looked in the mirror again, and was half-checked by what she saw. She hadn’t seen Clark in a few weeks now– weekend after weekend plans kept collapsing, but she’d made it adamantly clear that she needed, needed, needed to see him this time. She’d gone shopping, heart thumping the whole time foolishly, just for this night, and now she was wearing the results. An almost-see-through top over her black lace bra, a tight leather skirt wrapped around her hips and embracing her bigger-than-it-first-appeared ass. She looked like sex, blonde curls falling down to frame her face, lurid red lipstick bloodying her lips. She felt a wave of anticipation flow through her, starting with the thought and memory of Clark’s hands and that thought sparking a tingle that ran down her spine and out to her fingers and spun through her to her pussy. She bit her lip. “Keep it together, Maika” she whispered to herself. She heard the door to her room open and close, and even though she knew it was her roommate, Maya, she held a second’s hope that it was Clark, that she could walk through that door, show him how she’d prepared herself, and he’d wordlessly force her to the bed and fuck her the way she needed.