The Black Cross – Prologue [BDSM]

As I sat in my cell, awaiting trial, I cast my mind back to the stories my grandmother would tell me. Of the time before they came to power in this part of the world and thought and sight was free.

It was at least two generations before I was born, that the black cross church came to power. First it was just local elections in the more conservative areas that they saw joy. Then at state level, then, when the rest of the nation could tolerate the extremity no longer this land was cut free.

They will tell you they won a war, but my grandmother told me it was just indifference, lack of patience and the north no longer wanting to economically support the hatred of us here in the south. And so, without a shot being fired, the 4 states were free, and under the iron thumb of the church of the black cross.

Now, I am its latest victim. Arrested in the dead of night and dragged from my bed. A neighbour had seen me bathe at the river naked. It was so hot, and the sun felt so good. Who ever had seen me had told the secret police, and now here I am, awaiting trial for indecency and lewd behaviour.

Megan’s Slutty Adventures: Theater Girl [mf] [anal] [deepthroat] [college]

So I met Megan in college. It was this small musical theater program. She’s two years older than I am — at the time she was a Senior and I was a Sophomore — so we didn’t really have classes together or anything, but I often saw her around the building and it was a small enough program that everyone kind of knew everyone else a bit anyway. We were both cast in a show that Spring semester, where I did get to spend a lot more time around her, with rehearsals being almost every night for much of the semester.

She was a real cutie — long dark brown hair and eyes, great smile, and a tight, fit body. Always dressed nicely, with cute, tasteful tops over jeans or leggings. Very girl-nextdoor look to her. She had a good sense of humor and I could tell that she would be a fun person to hang out with. Someone to go out with a group of friends and have a few drinks and laughs. I kind of had a crush on her, if I’m being honest. really cute, but I didn’t think she’d have much interest, being a couple years older, and preparing herself to graduate. I don’t even know if she dated, she always seemed pretty focused on her classwork.

Considering writing a book. Is it worth my time?

Hey all. I’ve started an erotic fiction book recently just as a pet project, but I’m wondering if anyone has any experience in this. If I wanted to publish is there any way to do so anonymously with true protection?

I come from a strict Christian background, and my family would all freak out if it got out. I’m also married and my wife would likely not approve, especially because the subject matter is a guy cheating on his wife with her best friend. (Not based in reality if you’re wondering, haha!)

I’m also not sure if there’s any sort of market, even in terms of just having people follow the story. I’m not really looking for a paycheck, but I want to have some sort of ability to connect with my readers. Maybe an anonymous blog? I posted it on DeviantART, but let’s be fair, that’s really for a more juvenile audience.

Anyway, thoughts? Opinions? Violent outbursts?

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Help with a scene.

Hello Redditors.

I have a scene with three people, two men and a woman. One man is far away, and has never met the others. But he tells other man exactly what to do to pleasure this woman. Feed her sushi, tie her up, spank her, that sort of thing.

Any ideas?

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Alexis The Dark Fairy Chapter 4

After getting into her car Alexis changed back to her normal self and began flying around inside the car.

“What are you doing?” Vanessa asked.

“I’ve never actually been inside a car before. We fairies had always relied on magic and flying. What makes it work?” Alexis was buzzing around so fast Vanessa could hardly keep up with her. Vanessa let out a soft giggle.

“I’m not a mechanic so could not tell you exactly but to put it simply it runs off of gasoline, which is a flammable substance that the engine runs off of.” Vanessa replied.

“I have to admit, I haven’t been entirely honest with you. I was excommunicated from my fairy clan due to my curiosity in human technology.” Alexis stated while she was eyeballing the stereo in the car.

“Why would they care about your interest in our technology?” Vanessa asked.

“Well, we dark fairies are known for being mischief makers amongst humans. Sometimes we steal shiny objects, hide things, make humans trip; you get the picture teehee. While causing someone’s misfortune we are not supposed to be seen by humans at all or leave anything behind that could hint that our kind exists.” Alexis turned red.

Rough Terrain [MF, piv, rough, ds, hum]

One summer morning, I decide to take you on an adventure. I load two backpacks with snacks and water, plus a few other items and put them into the car before I return. I lay out an outfit for you: a bikini top and bottom that tie at the sides, a tank top and low cut denim shorts. I observe you strip from your pajamas, my eyes tracing your curves as they spill from the quickly discarded garments.

I hand you a remote controlled vibe, which you slide into your hungry cunt, and it soon sends teasing pulses over your flesh. After you dress, you feel my gaze traveling from your forehead down, following the line of your neck to the straps of the top, lowering to your cleavage and around your breast to your side, then crossing your natural waist, just above the hem of your shorts, before finally it rapidly crosses between your thighs as you twist your body, admiring yourself in the mirror.

Liquid Gold [fantasy, femdom, cbt, prostate milking]

My former husband ruined these lands. He was a miserly, stubborn old man who let his people starve and succumb to disease for years as madness clouded the end of his reign. Most wicked of all was that he had the audacity to use his authority to force me to marry him, then to die, leaving me without an heir to retain control of the crown yet shouldering the responsibility of it.

I have done things I shouldn’t. Made deals with beings whose names couldn’t be uttered by human tongue. Entities who it would be called mad to commune with, much less bargain. The Inquisitor would see me burn for what I have done…

…if he wasn’t currently on his knees at the foot of my bed.

I have entertained many lovers in these bedchambers since my husband passed. Men who offered a young woman comfort only to act like beasts behind closed doors. Others who offered aid and guidance, at the price of letting their obese, sweaty forms gyrate between my legs. I’ve had…many lovers, yes.

The hotel room

It’s late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it. I’ve just returned to my hotel room after a busy evening out, still a little tipsy. He’s there, already sound asleep. He has been for hours; he doesn’t have the social stamina I do.
I consider just letting him sleep. That consideration lasts about 30 seconds before a devilish look crosses my face. He’s not going to get much more sleep tonight.

I step into the bathroom and begin to slowly remove and fold my clothes. I am taking my time, thinking about all the things I want to do to him, wondering how far I can get before he wakes up. I take a few minutes to look at myself in the mirror, admiring the natural lift still present in my bosom, the gentle curve of my hips, and the firmness off my ass. All parts of me I know he enjoys.

Cage [bdsm] [petplay] [breeding] [D/s]

The blindfold makes me nervous, so he puts it on first. It fits snugly, no light seeping through. My heart kicks it up a notch. I look for him with my hand, holding onto his bicep as he secures the tie behind my head. He pats my hand as he removes it. I feel the collar next, smell the leather, his fingertips brushing my throat as it tightens, the metallic ring of the bell and clasp. Once the collar’s on, I can’t speak. I’m his kitten, now, and kitties don’t speak. What was unsettling about the blindfold, the collar fixes; I’m in his hands, and I’m safe there.

I hear the attachment of the leash, and the tug. I keep the line taut enough to know which direction he’s leading me, trusting him to guide my steps. “Four steps down, kitten,” he says. “Four more, kitten.”

Then, “Down.” I kneel smoothly, then lean forward onto my hands. The floor is carpeted. My bell jingles, the leash pulling me forward again, and I continue on my hands and knees. I don’t go far before the leash is removed, followed by a brisk smack on my ass. “Go on in, kitten,” his voice directs, and I hurry to obey.

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[FF] This curious woman I met at CES

I’d met this 30-something woman at the CES (Consumer Electronics Show) last year. We’d been talking about battery powered servo motor devices at an RC booth, when she suggested checking out another section of the show. I was a little tired, as this was the last day of the show, but I’d already seen most everything I’d planned to see. So I followed Ellie’s beckoning. Over and across a few isles, another sharp turn, a few more aisles, and it was clear we were heading down towards a section that was curtained off. It was the “sex industry” section, because of course there are some electronic specialties not covered elsewhere. While I didn’t go out of my way to educate myself, I had read small articles here and there about the use of servo motors by humanoid robots. Naturally, the sex industry would endeavor to push that technology for sexualizing robots. They still had a lot of “creep factor” in my opinion, and heavily weighted for the male audience. Naturally that meant plenty of female sex bots, but practically no male ones.

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