Dark Little Deal (fm)

Raven breathed a sigh of relief as she finished inputting the last of the invoices. She stretched her arms over her head, yawned a little, and took a look around the office. A few people were still warring away valiantly, but most of her team had already left for home. Her phone buzzed under her fingertips, and she opened it to see a message from her… boyfriend, of sorts.

*I’m going to be in the office in three minutes. I want it empty and I want you available. Do I make myself understood?*

The secretary’s heart started to beat a little too fast, and her face flushed with warmth. The last time he’d done something like this, she’d been sore for two days afterward… but it’d been some of most delicious and satisfying sex ever. It’d taught her things about herself she’d never have dreamed of before he’d hired her. Raven stood up, got their attention, and dismissed the other employees for the day. Once the last had left the room, Raven went to the bathroom to freshen up.

[MF] [spank] [fantasy] THE AFTERLIFE – Mr. Duchose had never been a religious man, nor had he ever seriously contemplated what might be in store for him, if anything, after death.

**If you like images to go with your story you can click for the illustrated version of THE AFTERLIFE in the comments below. Enjoy…**

It was a distinct surprise to Mr. Duchose to find himself in the empty white room, still lying in bed, but clearly not the bed, nor the room, where he had fallen asleep.

He didn’t seem to feel entirely himself in other ways. When he’d retired for the night, he felt a distinct soreness in the throat which usually indicated the onset of a bad cold or flu, accompanied by a feverishness and headache. His body had the normal aches of a 68-year old man, but more intense tonight, more persistent, and he had tossed and turned for some time before falling into a dreamless and feverish sleep.

Now, awake, Mr. Duchose felt refreshed, fever-free, pain-free, and somehow much younger. He felt as if he were twenty-one again. And, glancing at his hands, he was startled to find that the liver spots and wrinkles to which he had been accustomed in his declining years were gone. His body felt much younger and more alive; in fact, he noted that, for the first time in more years than he wished to think about, he was possessed of a waking erection of considerable firmness.

A Novel Punishment [Gender TF]

The year is 2047. After decades of war, and suffering, the world has splintered into multiple dictatorships, led by twisted despots. This, of course, brews discontent. But in this country, there’s a novel solution. You see, the despot that held sway over this particular land likes not to slay, but to turn dissidents into horny dripping sluts, either to pleasure himself, or his key supporters, or even the 100 million or so that call this country home.

And today, one more dissident shall meet this fate. To become a slut. To be fucked. His name is Edward.

“And now I declare, with unanimous decision from the Grand Jury, that Edward Smith is sentenced to transformation,” declared the judge, “And I am honoured to order that the sentence shall be carried out immediately.”

Edward was dragged from the courthouse, to what seems like a jail. He was strapped into a table, as he shouted and thrashed against the restraints. Soon, with the rhythmic tapping of 4-inch heels, the [executioner](https://images.esellerpro.com/2448/I/388/13/FDS43487_ebay.jpg) stepped into the room, the door shutting behind her.

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Shay- Taco Tuesday [FF , oral , quickie , public]

Unbuckling my black ripped jeans, of course my foot gets caught in the hole. I’m in such a rush trying to take them off, I’m tripping over my own two feet. I hear her breathing equally as heavy as I. I look up to see the most beautiful shade of melanin I’ve seen in my life. Skin the color of dark chocolate, I imagine her dripping from my lips. Glistening without body oil, she’s nothing short of a goddamn goddess. The slight curve of her hips and waist followed by thick runners thighs and legs. God. Her legs. ..
She snaps at me to catch my attention.
“Helloooo, are you home, we don’t have time for you to be slobbing out the mouth right now” she asks laughing while taking off her last piece of clothing.
Shay.
She was goofier than anyone I’d ever met, our encounters full of nothing but laughs. There was never a moment I felt uncomfortable and if she thought I did, we laughed. But.. she was right. We’d just snuck into a stall together after ditching our friends at the restaurant table. This was a reoccurring theme of ours. See, we knew we were more than friends, but to the outside world, we’d only just met. Shay was quite known, and had just gotten out of a relationship. I, quite known as well, and although circumstances were different, you could call us and our situations at the time infamous for similar reasons. So to avoid any more drama than needed, we kept everything lowkey. Why did anyone need to know she was nose deep in my pussy anyway? I roll my eyes, not realizing I’ve misplaced my thoughts, but she has.
We giggle and slightly cover our mouths as we hear someone enter the bathroom stall directly next to us.
We’re at a local taco bar with a group of mutual friends. Everyone is slightly beyond buzzed and we managed to slip away for a quick “release”. As I finish pulling my panties down, Shay licks her lips. Shay was so hard to understand but so fun to be around. Whenever we had our encounters, she catered to me. Shay was a touch me not; she had some pretty rough experiences that traumatized her, and I respected her space. But when it came to giving, THAT was her strong suit. Always in the moment, she was bold with every decision she made. The stares or comments never bothered her.
Grabbing my face, she forced her mouth onto mine. She tasted of her last margarita. I giggle into her mouth as she slides her tongue in. Sucking on her tongue, I pull back and look into her eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, she knows what I’m about to say. See, Shay didn’t even like being touched during kissing.
“It’d just be nice to have somewhere to put my hands” I complain.
Laughing she replies “Yeah. Me too”
I don’t even realize I’ve got a death grip on her wrists down by my hips. Letting go, I feel like the moment is no longer here.
Shay, taking note of my energy change, rubs a hand through my curls. Picking my head up, she kisses my forehead.
Leading her to the corner of the restroom, I put a paper towel down and sit up on the sink. Spreading my legs wide, I welcome her to my humble abode.
Shay licks her plump lips and eyes me for half a second before pushing her face right up in between my thighs. Her tongue diving deep, I feel her exploring every inch of my insides. Melting, I ride this wave.
Rotating my hips, I accept every bit of her curiosity and well formed expertise. Letting out a long moan, I remember someone else is still in the bathroom with us only after they cough as reminder.
Fuck them.
I moan louder.
Shay looks up at me, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I’ve turned her on and given her the green light to have fun.
Sticking two fingers into me, she makes herself comfortable. With her thumb on my clit, she begins to slowly pump in and out with her fingers. I’m already gushing from pure excitement. I lean back against the wall and mirror, forgetting where I am, but also still tipsy and needing help holding my body up. The mirror is now beating against the wall as I’m rocking along with her pushing every button in my womb.
The bathroom door opens and closes. We’re alone.
With my hand against the mirror, Shay starts to lick down from my neck to each of my nipples. I scoot closer into her chest, allowing her to delve deeper into the ocean she’s created. Speeding up, I lose all sense of time.
My body is starting to shake and convulse, I grip onto her back for leverage.
“Faster” I moan into the air
She speeds up.
My juices splashing everywhere, there’s moisture on her breasts.
I bite my lip and close my eyes.
The bathroom door opens and there’s the sound of keys jingling and a walkie talkie.
Time stops.
I open my eyes.
There’s a pound on the door and an upset manager speaking on customer complaints.
Shay looks at me with her wide grin and licks her lips.
She gives one last blow on my clit and it sends me overboard.
“SHAAAAYUUHHH” I loudly moan, now unable to hold back.
The manager threatens to unlock the door and come in just as I cum in Shays mouth. She slides on her shirt without even wiping her mouth. Cum still falling from her lips, she unlocks the door and winks at the manager who in turn, disgustingly scoffs and walks out to let us regather ourselves.
Announcing our departure, we damn near yodel our way out of the bathroom. We’re laughing so hard, there’s tears falling from my eyes.
Still flushed and dazed we gather our friends and make our grand exit.
“What’s going on with this place? We just got kicked out for the third time this month and don’t even know why!” One of our friends exclaims, sounding offended with the restaurant.
Shay and I exchange a casual eye of knowing, but just shrug our shoulders.
“Maybe we should try another spot” I suggest, glancing back over at her with a slick bite of my lips.
“Maybe, we should” She says, licking hers.

Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Part 2) (Wholesome)

This is part two of “Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch”, please let me know if you are still enjoying it and if there should be a third part! Part 1 is linked below. Thank you!

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/klkdkn/meeting_caitlyn_for_lunch_part_1_wholesome/)

# Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Part 2)

As Caitlyn gently tugged me through her front door, a familiar scent hit me. “They’re chocolate chip cookies, I baked them before you picked me up earlier, I know they’re your favorite.” There was a plate of cookies sitting on the kitchen counter, obviously freshly baked. “Why would she bake cookies for me, did she plan on bringing me inside the entire time?” I thought to myself.

Bernadette the Warehouse Slut: Part 2

Bernadette arrived at her work station and impatiently checked her watch, which now read 8:53am. Her work area was located on the main corner of the warehouse with perfect visibility for all co workers and visitors at the facility. Her workstation was a little different than her co workers as most had utility knifes, tape, and a first aid kit, all arranged along a small, tall desk. The company provided the warehouse slut with all the sex toys and accessories she needed to pump, suck, and fuck cum from her co workers 8 hrs a day, 5 days a week. She had cock rings, butt plugs, lube, and vibrating dildos of all shapes, colors, and sizes. She also had condoms, but they weren’t for traditional reasons. Like the true cumslut she is, Bernadette needed to consume a lot of cum each and every day, so her co-workers are encouraged to take condoms, cum in them, and bring them back to Bernadette where she places them inside a mini fridge right next to her desk to snack on throughout the day.

“There better be a dick inside me in 7 minutes, or Management is gonna be hearing from my lawyer” she said to herself.

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Disobedient sub dominates her Master (PART TWO DDLG) [milking] [pussy worship] [pegging] [strapless] [BDSM] [Big Boobs] [begging] [CNC] [Punishment]

*This scene was written during an afternoon session in the tub. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it* ??

I look around our playroom and admire the array of toys we have accumulated. Alex can get hard just by looking at his carefully laid out wall of torture. I think that his OCD makes him a better dom. When we first got together I explained to him that I will allow him to use my body in almost any way he sees fit as long as he accepts that once in a while I will find a pussy of my own to destroy. He agreed but wanted to be present in some capacity. For a while it worked out nicely, he would sit quietly in the corner as I plowed a little juicy Tinder slut, but he is definitely not a cuck. The third time I brought someone home with me he was sitting in the leather armchair wearing his suit and holding an arms length of rope. I’ve enjoyed our threesomes since but the mistress in me is famished.

In a beautiful twilight night ..

It was one of those last nights of summer when the evening air has a crisp bite to it and a dream comes easily. I wore my favorite summer dress, a soft baby blue with a fitted bodice, little spaghetti straps and a wonderfully full skirt. On impulse, I had gone for a twilight drive, savoring the purple and green hills as I drove leisurely through the winding roads.

And now, darkness fast approaching, I was stuck on the side of the road, my car a dead thing, unresponsive to my begging, pleading and then, at last, my anger. I hit my hand on the steering wheel and then whimpered, putting my hand to my mouth. I looked over to the passenger seat, wishing desperately
I had thought to toss in my cell phone in my bag.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. Grimacing, I picked up my bag and pushed the door open. Just as I swung my long legs out, headlights illuminated me. Grateful, I got out of the car and walked over to the truck pulled up behind me.

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The farm

The drive to the farm in the middle of nowhere was a very wierd feeling. Something didn’t sit right with me, even though I was fairly certain that the ad was genuine and had even talked to one of the girls before.

The ad had almost been too good to be true: “three horny girls searching for baby daddy and Farmhand”

I was still mulling over what kind of scam this might be as I drove past a herd of mixed cattle and sheep, walking in a savanna Type environment.

This was the farm, well, its outskirts. And after about a kilometre of savannah there was a collection of buildings and a driveway, the number on the barn fit, so I took the turn and found myself between a stables, a barn and a building that seemed to be a mix of greenhouse and living space. It might be one of these earthships a friend who did architecture was so excited about.

In the greenhouse there was a girl laying on a chair enjoying the sun, naked, with a book in her hand, she had brown hair, thicc thighs and huge breasts, but wasn’t fat in the slightest.

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Writing prompts and suggestion box

This is not an erotic work, but it concerns them, so hopefully I’m not breaking any rules.

What do you want to see in a piece of erotica? Is there an under-represented scenario you want to see a little more of? I’m looking for writing prompts and suggestions to expand some of my horizons. If that brings me to a weird place, so be it.

For example, something I’m writing just for me is about a trans-male virgin who is the ‘sacrifice’ at a Black Mass. Tags include public use, rope bondage, double penetration, videotaping, and a general air of blasphemy.