Author: Smutternaught

Hot Nightmares About my Dream-Girl [M/F/?]

Years ago, I went on a camping trip, seeking something that I desperately wanted. I found something else entirely. While this isn’t a story about a girl named Ella, I still don’t know the thing it’s about enough to describe it, so we might as well start with her.

Ella was the kind of girl everybody either seemed to love or be jealous of. Free-spirited and rarely a care in the world, she seemed to just float through life on the beauty of the moment. She seemed to love people, but she loved nature more, always telling little trivia stories about this critter or that. Nature had absolutely loved her back. She was extremely easy on the eye, with long legs and full curves, managing to always walk around in something barely not revealing that was somehow loose-fitting and comfortable, but also accented her features. I don’t want to write her a whole poem here, especially considering the things that transpired. Suffice to say you didn’t need to spend a lot of time with her to realize she was quite special. Read more »

City of the Meek [Fiction][Free Use][FMFF+][Male POV]

Free Use is such an interesting fantasy. It would never work IRL but it works *soo* well in fantasies. I tried my hand at the genre in a little short story. It’s not the typical reddit content, and it’s a bit long maybe, but I hope you’ll enjoy it. I certainly did writing it. I might pick up the same world building in future stories. Now, without further ado:

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John all but stumbled out of his apartment building, crashing though the door. Today, he had to fill the unforgiving minute. He stopped briefly, putting the jacket of his almost-sharp suit back into place with a few tucks, then hurried onward.

It was Saturday in Zalabrough City, and as such, the streets were crawling – literally, in many cases. Most work was forbidden on a Saturday, and in a city that was created around almost unrestrained desire, that meant a little rock ‘n’ roll, a lot of drugs and untold amounts of fucking. Read more »

Doomed by the Bell – Finale [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

This is part 2. It won’t make all that much sense without having read [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibm4bn/doomed_by_the_bell_ffmbdsmthroatfuckingorgasm/) first. So I’m gonna go ahead and recommend that.

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There’s a lot of different reasons for a human body to shake. One’s thighs might shake from the strain of trying to keep one’s lap off the uncaringly droning vibrator one is kneeling over. Limbs may quiver from the exertion of trying so very hard not to cum, while every single nerve ending begs for it in a flurry of fireworks. One might shake from the cool gust of wind that drags across one’s naked wet skin, beaded with sweat and soiled from baser pleasures. One might shake from the intake of adrenaline that comes with hours of a hard angry cock taking liberty with one’s mouth and throat, allowing one to breathe merely by accident rather than design. Finally, it’s entirely possible to be enough of a cum slut to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling a cock leak a steady dribble of precum for minutes, inches away from bursting into a million pieces. Read more »

Doomed by the Bell [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

Saliva was dripping from Eva’s swollen lips in slow little spurts, splashing against her bare breasts as they bounced to the beat of the moment. Her chest was glistening, some of it shaking free off her nipples and rolling down her naked thighs where she was sitting on her feet. She didn’t have her mouth to herself for a good 90 minutes. Two hours, that was her goal, her light at the end of the tunnel, what she prayed for and who she prayed to. Wide eyes fluttering under a mask of long ruined makeup freed another tear that dutifully sped across the black streaks on her cheeks to join the rest of the mess.

Through the hazy tear-filled vision of barely breathing and perpetually gagging, she didn’t look at the cock that kept pushing down to wrap her throat around it over and over and over again. She looked at the guy the cock belonged to. Tried to, anyway. There wasn’t much room in the way of posing but she made use of it. Arms tied over her head at the wrists as high as they would stretch, back straight, glistening tits forward. Her butt wiggled against the vibrating wand she was perched over, little shakes of pleasure converted to sultry hip-rolls. Read more »

Date Night [MMMMF][Rape-y fantasy]

Got a bit excited and decided to write a super raw short-story while listening to [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/bbputw/f4m_no_words_just_some_ass_fucking_fsub_challenge/) on loop. Enjoy.
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Smoke rose from the vents as she crawled over the rain-slick asphalt of a little back-street, her long slender legs barely working from the pain, not even noticing that a half-discarded pair of panties still connected her ankles. She still wore her expensive black heels, with one broken off. Her tight little gold dress was pushed up over her smooth round hips and torn up to let her ample tits hang out. She didn’t care. She had one continuous thought: Get away.

And so she bruised her knees with every hard-won meter, half-navigating through her mascara-smeared, tear-stained eyes, half with her shaking hands, clawing forward at an unsteady pace.

Her jaw was set against the pain. She was determined, so single minded that she didn’t notice the cum starting to leak from her butthole, crawling down her inner thigh ever so slowly. Neither did she seem to pay much mind to the six man standing just a few steps away from her, one zipping up his wet, flaccid cock, another pulling his out. Read more »

Fucktoy Factory part III (warning, dark)

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark/)

[Part II here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a5aoje/fucktoy_factory_part_ii_warning_dark/)

*10 MONTH AGO…*

*”Just sign it,” Hannah said, barely trying to keep the annoyed tone off her voice. She slid a fallen strap from her tight little cocktail dress back over her shoulder as innocently as she could. She’d drawn quite a few eyes in this place already and the cute new-money looking guy at the bar would probably walk over as soon as she was alone. She’d fuck him next, but first things first. Sascha kept turning the pages over, trying to stumble over a puzzle she was too stupid to solve even if she’d known it was there.*

*”Why would you help me? I know you hate my guts. Trying to scam me, of all people, out of money is low, even for you,” she eventually said.*

*”It’s not a trick you two-bit bimbo,” Hannah replied, “it’s just cash for service. You understand that at least, right? Think of this as the higher class version of a waitress gig.” A little softer and somehow more annoyed, she added, “And maybe I just can’t see you end up on the streets, no matter how much of a cunt you are. Sign.”* Read more »

Fucktoy Factory Part II (warning, dark)

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark/)

A cute little apartment, furnished completely in teal and blue pastel unfolded before Hannah, the innocent facade only interrupted by the many metal rings and hooks that sat in instantly inspiring locations. And the center piece, of course. There she was, tied to a massage table. Her perfectly curved slender frame covered in a freckled pale skin, wavy hair falling down around her serenely expressionless face. Her arms bend down behind her head, tied together and fixed to the table legs, her long legs stretching out off the other end, tied slightly apart, toes curled in a permanent state of unsatisfied arousal. Her posture was captivating. Back slightly arched, muscles slightly tensed, her mouth opening and closing absently, round lips softly smacking in a sort of whimpering moan. This was the body language of someone who is well on her way to cum. Only nobody was touching her. She circled her hips every so slightly. Hannah doubted she was aware. She never had a thing for Sascha when they still knew each other, but what she was seeing was not a girl, not a woman. It was distilled sensuality. Every little tensing of every little muscle an expression of a craving so intense that her body played a constant symphony. Read more »

Fucktoy Factory Part I (warning, get’s a bit dark)

“How desperate can you make a person? Like, immediately desperate. How much can you make someone want a single thing, in a single moment, so that everything else falls away? Composure, grace, dignity, eventually hope, and with it, free will.

“I’ve known some girls that can cum just from tensing some leg muscles and thinking happy thoughts. Sascha hasn’t had a happy thought in month, but even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to do that. She requires stimulation that doesn’t stop a moment after she allows herself a glimmer of hope that she might finally be free. Oh no, she has to go the hard way around.

“I’m going to be honest with you here, we put this poor thing through quite a lot. And it’s hard, you know. She’s so damn pretty, and when she looks at us with those big watery eyes, begging so hard, vowing to never want anything again, you almost want to release her. Then again, she’s prettier when she breaks down and sobs uncontrollably. I often make her tell me how much she loves the taste of her own tears on my cock, and saying that makes her weep even harder. But I digress. Read more »