A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 5)

“Don’t leave this room either. You’re pretty noticeable, for better or worse. And don’t get in too much trouble!”

Jack’s instructions ring out, then he shuts the dorm room door, leaving me alone with seven or eight hours to kill. However long he and Miguel are at school, anyway. I take a look around the room, and sigh as I see there’s not much to do.

After a moment of contemplation, I decide I might as well clean the place up a bit. Despite my aversion to doing menial tasks for my masters, this room isn’t the cleanest, and I’m going to spending quite a bit of time here.

So I go around the room, picking up dirty, awful smelling clothes, finding candy and gum wrappers, and making use of the tacky lemon air freshener in the bathroom. After about 30 minutes of cleaning, the room looks (and smells) much nicer. The dirty clothes sit in a basket near the door, obviously used to transport clothes to wherever they’re washed in this place. The garbage is in a neatly tied bag, and a new bag has been put in the small can next to the desk.

The Wall

She stands, trembling, facing the wall.
Stripped down.
Hands behind her back.
Her legs spread shoulder width.
Because she knows how much he likes to have easy access to her throbbing, pulsing pussy.

And she waits.
Waits and learns to be patient.
Waits for him to walk up behind her.
Feeling the air against her skin.
And the electric jolt that runs up her spine when she hears his footsteps behind her.
As she listens to the sound of his breathing, slow, measured, deliberate, and closer now.
Making her skin tingle, her nipples involuntarily harden.
When she finally feels his breath against the back of her neck.

And she gasps into that first touch.
Of his fingers against the back of her legs.
And how it makes her twitch involuntarily.
As she keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Trying, in vain, to stop herself from imagining every droplet of juice
dripping freely from her pussy,
Slowly gathering on the floor between her parted legs.

As she feels his palm, his fingers idly making slow circles over her ass.
Over the back of her thighs.
Trying to find the best place to start that disciplining she’s been craving for

Nice to think back. CW 4 CNC (mild) [MF]. Feedback is welcome

Trigger warning for CNC

This was over 20 years ago, I was in my late 20’s and dominant. I was dating multiple women but being upfront about it. I liked (still like) talking with my partners to explore their fantasies, to see how I could push them / thrill them.

Suz was from a French family, pale skin, dark loosely curled hair, petite with little upturned breasts capped by brownish pink nipples. She rarely wore a bra and was in 2nd year of university. She was submissive, but almost too passive. She never initiated and would respond but almost lazily. But she was cute, with big dark eyes and we would talk about depraved things.

Probing her about fantasies, she let it slip that she had dark thoughts when she touched herself. It took time but she eventually confided in me that the idea of rape excited her. This was before either of us had heard the term “consensual non consent”.

We tried playing, using blindfolds and restraints… but it didn’t give her the thrill she desired and bondage isn’t really my game. There was no way she wanted to involve other people, and “faking a break-in” would be too risky.

(Real) getting an orgasm in front of parents by accident.

This happened some time ago but I still think it’s worth the share.

I had just gotten a new small bullet looking vibrator that had 10 different modes going low to high with each press of a button that was on the end off it.

It was pretty late so I wanted to try it really bad, this was also right as I was going into butt-play, so I got myself ready and injected it into me by butt, then my parents call from the living room and instead of just quickly taking it out again I decide that I’ll just take my jeans on and then go talk to them.

The second I sit down on the chair I hear a small click sound, then starts feeling something vibrating in between my cheeks, I tried turning it off by giving small hops but only slightly pushed it in further and went a step up on speed. At this point I’m in all panic mode. I tried to follow whatever my parents were talking about but couldn’t concentrate, I only felt it building up. As my breathing got more and more heavy I started to feel an orgasm coming. Im not sure how much time had passed but it all went pretty quick.

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Categorized as Erotica Tagged

I can’t share this with the person I wrote it about, so sharing it here is all that’s left.

“How into the idea of ‘Friends with Benefits’ are you?”

Her eyes bulged open in shock, eyebrows raising, jaw dropping open as her brain fished for a response.

“In a thousand years I would never would have thought you were the type of guy to suggest something like that!” Her tone was incredulous, disbelieving. How could this guy think to approach her—any woman!—with some bullshit like this. He was married. Happily married, as far as she knew.
“Oh my God,” she sputtered out words while she gathered her thoughts. “We’re friends,” she said, “sure…but I have absolutely zero interest in getting involved in someone in a relationship.” She rolled back in her chair, stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.

He held her eyes with his own, a slight curling of the corners of his mouth could have been the beginnings of a smile or a grimace.

“I’m not talking about ‘involved.’ I’m talking about—” His hands gestured about in front of him, a physical manfiestation of his milling thoughts. “—I’m talking about a helping hand?” His lips officially broke into a smile at that, a breeze of amusement escaping from his throat. “I mean that’s the most obvious and ridiculous way to put it, but I guess it’s a pretty literal description.”

A Changing Man [Sissy]

I had just finished my workout at the gym, building up a good sweat and working out all the tension from the day at work. It’s the best way to get out of your head and focus on something that is bettering yourself. Glistening with sweat and smelling rank, I made my way to the locker room and stripped down. Upon heading into the shower I heard an individual enter the locker room, which was strange as I was the only person other than the janitor and the desk lady in the gym.

Ignoring the noise, I continued to scrub away at my body. Once again, I heard the door open but this time the footsteps got fainter. Whoever was in here must have left, which was perfectly fine by me.

Walking out of the shower to grab my clothes from the bench I left them on, I noticed that my gym bag had gone missing. Not only were my workout clothes in there, but my phone, wallet, and fresh clothes. Replacing the my gym bag was a large brown box with a note that simply read “open me.”

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The Dildo – An epic erotic poem. [F]

It was a hot summer evening,
Stuck alone in my house.
I was savagely horny
‘Bout to rip off my blouse

Wanting a man, to come take my young soul
To lust for and relish each one of my holes.

I ached with excitement
I ached with desire
My pussy was gushing
My clit was on fire!

I started to daydream and imagine my savior,
A man who could tame me; correct my behavior.

I lowered my hand down and started to feel
It felt so amazing, I wanted to squeel.

Faster and faster I rubbed my own clit
Imagined a man whose dick wouldn’t quit.

The feelings got bigger
The feelings got tense
I panted with vigor
As I got lost in a trance

But something was missing,
Something’s not right
I needed a penis
To help in my plight

I didn’t want kissing and I’m not one to suck
I just want a big dick; I want to get fucked!

So I turned to my night stand
And what do I see?
A big fucking dildo
Just staring at me

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The daily life of a runway model in a world of Exhibitionist! Part 1-3 [BDSM][PER/OWNER]

[Part 1-3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7po86/the_daily_life_of_a_runway_model_in_a_world_of/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) under r/eroticliterature

10 parts as of Oct. 9, 2020

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A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 4)

For the first time in millennia, I had fallen asleep satisfied, and actually looking forward to the next day of my summons. Who would’ve thought it’d be with a couple of college guys? As I drift off, I feel Jack out a hand on my waist and pull me close to him, like a life sized demon teddy bear. A naked one, at that.

I have a blissful, dreamless sleep, and when I wake up, both Jack and Miguel are still asleep. I glance at the alarm clock on the desk, and it says that it’s 6:28. If I had to guess, I’d say that the alarm is set for 6:30 for the boys to get up for school. I woke up in the nick of time.

I lay in bed, planning to just wait until the alarm goes off, but then I get a more… sexual method to wake Jack up. I gently move his hand from my waist, and silently get up and walk over to the alarm clock. After some quick studying of the nearby instructions, I find out that the alarm is indeed set to 6:30.