Category: Erotica

Backcountry Hiking Slut – Part One [MF, MFF] (rough) (rape fantasy) (anal) (cheating)

Forgive some of the errors, or misplaced punctuation, as I wrote this on my phone. The story was inspired by a fellow Redditor, her body and specific kinks. It bounces back and forth from her to the narrator. It’s my first time putting forth any of my writing so please go easy, I am definitely up for constructive criticism though.

***Note: If rape fantasy, anal, BDSM, free use, or cheating are not your thing, don’t read any further.***

After a long eight weeks of 10 hour days, you were looking forward to your solo backpacking trip. You had all of your gear ready and the suv loaded to leave directly from work.

You had a plan to get in a short 5k hike to your first campsite of your week long adventure. No kids, no work, no civilization. Just you, nature, and miles of backcountry.

You leave work early, to beat the busy afternoon traffic, slowly destressing with every mile you drive away from work, home, and the confines of the city. Your excitement is full body, and you begin to feel a slight tingle from your pussy, something you have ignored for a few too many weeks with all of your work and tired energy. Read more »

The Alice and Clark show (Part 2) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

Friday night has arrived. It was three of the most intensely torturous days of Alice’s life. She is still left in the dark regarding the specificities of the show she’s going to perform, and will never know until she gets on the stage tonight. Also, the explicit rule Drew established in which she wasn’t allowed to even touch herself since he told her about the event. The combination of the two has been eating her up inside.

Drew opens the dressing room door, leading Alice in. She’s still wearing her office clothes from work, her breath is uneven. She strides into the room, plopping herself onto the dark blue velvet couch, setting down her small overnight bag that she had packed with a change of clothes, her makeup pouch, and a few other essentials.

“I got here as soon as I can. I hope I’m not late.” Her eyes pace around the room. One wall features a long tabletop, the length of the room, with multiple chairs and bright lights and mirrors, as you’d see in any backstage dressing room. The other wall has multiple chairs and couches, soft and fluffy. The room is dark, the motif of deep colors and soft, velvety fabrics. There are a room divider and a door on the opposite end of the entrance to a private shower and bathroom. Read more »

The Diary-Chapter 2

After that night, Mollie went back to her bed, but she couldn’t sleep. Rushing through her head were thoughts of what had just happened. The pleasure rushing through her body, the passion she shared with her step-sister, her still sensitive nipples, and her pussy, still wet. Freya felt the same, but with a sense of accomplishment, because she had brought Mollie out of her shell, and had a blast (literally) while doing so.

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A week had passed since their little ordeal. They never spoke about it, but occasionally looked into eachother‘s eyes, and giggled, blushing when they remembered what happened, but neither had forgotten Mollie’s last words that night. It drove Freya insane.

One day, just like any other, Freya was getting ready to hop into the shower. She left the bathroom door open, aware that her step-sister was around, but not bothered by it at all. Shower time was one of her favourite times to masturbate, a time when she had peace, so she made the most of it. She stripped down slowly, watching herself in the mirror like a private dancer. She removed her crop top, leaving just her lingerie, which she always wore to keep herself a little spicy. She was wearing a hot pink bra and thong set, which complimented her ample tanned tits and ass like a goddess. She slowly unclipped her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, and slipped out of her thong. Read more »

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The Diary-Chapter 1

It was a warm summer night. Mollie was asleep, her voluptuous tits lay loose, in a thin, white tank top. Her ass was dressed up in a pretty, red lace thong, her favourite. She wanted to feel sexy, and that she did, and looked the part too, because Mollie had a secret. She was a lesbian. Now whilst this was no issue, she didn’t know how her parents would react to knowing their little 18 year old girl, was living a life that they never expected. However, Mollie slept comfortably, knowing her parents were far away, on a vacation to Spain. She wasn’t alone though.

A few rooms over, was her sister Freya. Freya was a year older, and the sisters were so alike, you could almost mistake them for twins. They had the same, mid length, straight brown hair. The same Lapis blue eyes. The same pretty, silky, rosey pink lips. They were both around 5’3 , and they both had the same shapely, smooth, pert and perfect breasts, however, Freya’s alluring ass was slightly bigger than Mollie’s. Read more »

Ben Shapiro punished me for working out too much.

To get me to prove that my knees were feeling better, he made me crawl on them. Of course I couldn’t, my knees are killing me.

My punishment? 15 lashes on each hand. And then being tied to the bed so I cannot leave for the gym. He verbally degraded me for how my overexercise has made me feet ugly.

The worse part? How wet I was getting all the while. But he does not touch me. He never does.

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Red-handed [TW: fetishization of bulimia, noncon]

I jump as I hear the door knob turn. Bolting up from kneeling in front of the toilet, I quickly pull the fingers from my mouth, wiping them on my shorts, and slam the toilet seat down, but it’s too late, you caught me red-handed. Your face read vacant, almost uninterested. “What are you doing?” You deadpanned.

“I-I was just feeling sick.” A weak lie that dribbles out, matching the drool that drips down my chin and smacks wetly against the floor.

“You disgusting brat.” Your nose crinkles and you barge into the bathroom, I shrink away and try to side step you but you grabbed the offending hand and held it up to inspect the two red knuckles, your eyes dart down to my blushed knees, then back up again to my saliva-smeared face and running nose. You crush my wrist tighter, making me hiss. “You ungrateful CUR!” You release only to strike me with the back of your hand. My head snaps to the side. I go down, not because it was particularly hard (though my head spun), but so I could tuck my head below my arms to deter anymore blows. Read more »

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A very short story

It was the end of summer and I had yet to get laid. A girl- tall, lean, and blonde, walked into my store. I watched her; she noticed me watching, winked, and pointed toward the bathrooms. Instantly, I was at half mast. She was GORGEOUS- her long legs were tanned by the summer sun, her breasts bounced so vigorously with every step they nearly jumped out of her tight-fitting crop-top. If she just proposed what I think she proposed, my luck is about to change.

I waited a second, and then went to the bathrooms. The store had two and they were a single toilet and sink each. I walked into the first one, but the light was off. I turned to open the door to the second. My hand trembled, I suddenly felt self-conscious of the large semi I was packing downstairs, as I reached for the door handle.

She was waiting in the bathroom, her clothes discarded on the floor. As soon as the door was closed behind me, she pounced. Her hands explored my body, ripping of clothes and pausing to appreciate some of my better features. Read more »

[M/F] [Biker] / [Girly Girl] [Consent] [Rough] ish with a little [Degradation] [Beer] and [Cigarettes] used by Main Character. Feedback? Be gentle please… It’s my first time. Sorry if I forgot any tags. Also, any real bikers feel free to make gentle corrections…

“The fuck?” Ryder glared at the figure in the doorway of the bar.

The figure moved forward. His nostrils flared. There was silence in the bar now.

A young woman with a pale pink crop top and white jeans that had sparkling silver bedazzled gems at the hip that hugged her curves strode in. Her long hair was dark and wavy with frosted pink ends. She wore little make up, but what of it she did wear, it too, had pink hues. Even her toenails were pink from what he could see of them from her white wedge sandals.

“Honey, you in the wrong bar. Denim and Diamonds is on the other side of town,” Ruben finally spoke up, referring to the country western dance hall. Ruben was the oldest biker in the bar but still had some manners.

“No,” she hitched her hip. “I’m not.”

Ryder frowned even deeper. The voice was familiar. He stood, crossing his arms over his chest. “Listen, Princess.” There were a few chuckles at that. “This is a private clubhouse. You need to leave.”

She arched a perfect brow at him. “Ryder Remington. Still working on your Batman voice?” Read more »