Category: Erotica

Had this dream about a friend, had to vent out!

She checked her phone for the millionth time. No messages. Her last message was left on read she hadn’t gotten a reply in 2 days.
She had met Neil on twitter while they were both defending a singer against some trolls. When they started talking they hit it off like they had known each other forever. They never shared any personal details though and none of them had any intention to go forward from the friendzone they had put each other into.

“ Why did I have to say I missed him?! Now I scared him away.” She cursed to herself.

Despite just being friends it was pretty evident Kiara had gotten used to him and his texts everyday. His absence left her a bit unsettled. Or maybe it was a little more than his absence. She admitted to herself that her pulse increased when she first saw the face behind the tweet that had taken her side amidst all the trolls. And from then Kiara could feel herself getting wet whenever they facetimed for her alleged German classes she took from him. She’d learn a new language and have an excuse to call him whenever. When he taught her about tongue movements to get the perfect accents she couldn’t help but imagine it mingling with hers, or on her thighs or even inside her. Read more »

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Erotica request f ✨

hey people. Basically, I fucking love having my nipples rubbed but it’s so hard to find any ethical porn or erotica out there that isn’t male-centric.

I was wondering if someone would accept the challenge and write me an erotica about getting my nipples rubbed? I squirm all over and it’s kind of an amazing torture just from getting them spat on and rubbed (without tongue even) and like to think of it as some kind of torture because it goes straight to my clit.

It’s fucking crazy and it turns me on so much.

do your worst reddit.

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Eight – Forbidden Fruit

Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmf, cream pie, exhib, grope, inc, magic, preg, spank, unif

Hermione had been violated by Malfoy for the second time in a few days and although she had no proof or memory of their second encounter, she did have a pussy full of someone’s cum, and it was probably Malfoy’s. Who else but Malfoy could blindside her like that; fuck her, impregnate her, and leave her naked without any memory of what had happened. Not only had he left a creamy deposit in Hermione’s most sacred area, Malfoy had stolen any chance she had of counteracting the Spellbook of Desires. At the moment however, Hermione was busy making her way back up to the Gryffindor dorm rooms in order to find some more clothes before going back down to the hospital ward and getting another pregnancy potion. Hermione had intended to go straight to Madam Pomfrey in the invisibility cloak and just steal the potion to avoid any further embarrassment, but because she had no idea where Madam Pomfrey kept the potion, she knew she’d have to ask again. Therefore, Hermione decided it was best to go put on some clothes and ask Madam Pomfrey for another one; she didn’t want to be embarrassed, but it was better than getting pregnant. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Seven – The Restricted Section

Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mf, cream pie, hp, magic, preg, spank

Draco Malfoy had just caused the entire Weasley family the greatest amount of embarrassment possible; after Ginny was fucked by three fellow Gryffindor students, the entire Weasley family was sharing the embarrassment of having a whore in the family. Malfoy’s plan had been complex, daring, and a complete success. The only problem was, Malfoy had felt a pang of guilt and attraction after putting Ginny in such a compromising situation. Malfoy had escaped with Pansy and the Spellbook of Desires under his invisibility cloak without anyone ever knowing that it was his doing that had led to Ginny and the Weasley family being embarrassed in front of the entire Gryffindor House. Harry, Dean and Seamus were now all sleeping off their exploits, unaware of what they had done and to whom they had done it to. Ginny on the other hand, had been carried back up to her room by a number of Gryffindor girls with a pussy full of Harry’s hot sticky cum. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Six – The Common Room

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Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmmf, mf, x-gang, cream pie, exhib, hp, magic, orgy, preg

Draco Malfoy had the Spellbook of Desires; a book he knew would be put to good use at both meeting his needs and getting back at his mortal enemy, Harry Potter and his friends. As he flipped through the thick leather-bound book, he realized the power it could have over the students of Hogwarts. Not only would he have the ability to get any pussy he wanted, he would be able to use it against anyone who crossed him, student or teacher. Malfoy however, now knew what had happened to his mother and was furious. Ron Weasley had used one of the spells from the book to influence his mother to have sex with him in the restroom during the Quidditch World Cup. The odd disappearance of his mother and her flustered return from the bathroom after Weasley came out sweating was a clear indicator of the book’s involvement. It was on the basis of this encounter that Malfoy had decided to get back at Ron Weasley and his entire family. Embarrassment seemed to be the best method to achieve that goal; so as Malfoy and the rest of the students of Hogwarts settled into Hogwarts for the school year, he was already planning his course of action. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Five – The Train

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Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmf, mf, rape, x-gang, first, unif, voy

The Spellbook of Desires was once again in Harry Potter’s grasp; having lost it for nearly two weeks, he was relieved to have finally regained it. Harry was so relieved because he knew it would be his single best companion, other than Hermione and Ron, during the coming school year. Harry was eager to use the book again, but unfortunately, he, Hermione, Ron, the twins, and Ginny, were leaving for Hogwarts immediately, leaving no time to use it at the Burrow again. Read more »

[MF] [rom] HELPING THE HOMELESS ON THANKSGIVING – A world-weary woman finds something she didn’t expect on Thanksgiving Day.

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I hate Thanksgiving. I live all alone and every year on Thanksgiving Day I work at a homeless shelter until I’m about ready to drop from exhaustion, then as I’m leaving the facility I pick one of the men, usually a younger type, and invite him home.

I hate Thanksgiving so much that fucking the brains out of some strange grubby homeless guy just seems right to me. My psychologist says that I have a “self-loathing” issue and that may be so, but I don’t really care what he says. It fills a deep-down need in me.

I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won’t even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers. Read more »

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The End of The World as We Know It [Freeuse] [Cuckold] [Mind Breaking] [Politics-Play] [Recording] [Nation-Domination]

**Note:** Up ahead is not a wholesome story. Read the tags, and if it’s your thing – please read on, and enjoy.

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It had always only been a matter of time before we gave in to our basest impulses. Most of us don’t *really* care about much beyond “our” personal benefit – for our tribes, our communities, ourselves. We just pretend to, or force ourselves to, because at those points in time, cooperation and altruism was in everyone’s best interest. But what if it stops being that way?

Indeed, as the world continued to tend towards opposite ends of the political spectrums, a clash was bound to bound to happen – and of course the extremists won. Liberal, progressive ideals were soon forcibly substituted with practical, aggressive policies that worked their way into most nations using every trick in the book: fraud, demagoguery, or even outright violence and war. By the end of those decades, progressive liberalism had all but faded. Read more »

A sexy Scottish bartender [mf] [oral] [from behind] [one-night-stand]

I had just moved to a small city in Scotland, and there was a pub just 5 minutes away that I’d been going to for something to do in the evenings. However it wasn’t just the pints that kept me coming back. One of the bartenders that worked there was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. Probably around 6’4″, long dark hair that was in a bun most of the time, tattoos all the way up his thick arms. Arms that looked they could throw me around with ease. And that quintessential Scottish accent that was the cherry on top, making me absolutely weak at the knees.

It had been a long time since I’d gotten laid, and I found myself one night sitting at the bar daydreaming about the bartenders strong hands on my tiny waist, up to my boobs, his lips on my neck, one of his hands traveling back down to reach up my skirt. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t staring into space, but directly at the bartender and he was staring back at me. My eyes went wide and I quickly looked down at my drink. After a second I chanced a quick look and saw him smirking as he was turning away to get someone else a drink. That was embarrassing, but the smile was a good sign. Maybe it was time I shoot my shot. Read more »

Cheaters Sometimes Prosper [mf] [mmf][mm]

Author’s Note: This is a very old story that I wrote, and honestly I was pretty much a virgin at the time. But I just want to get some content out there to share. So I hope you enjoy.

“Damn it.” She moaned to herself, more in self pity than anything else. Her one bottle of vodka was now empty. “You were just full.” She said, and she knew her words were probably slurring a bit. “Well, now what do I do?” She asked the empty kitchen. She knew she shouldn’t have started drinking, but especially not drinking alone. She would have been with her friends if she hadn’t agreed to move half way across the country for her stupid husband’s job.

“Fuck it, Robert.” She said trying to drink from the empty bottle. She loved her husband, of course she did, but lately she wondered just how much longer she could keep living with him. The guy was hardly a man sometimes. He would never get mad at anyone or anything. No matter how much something or someone deserved his anger. Read more »