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Den of Sin Chapter 1 – Enjoy ;) (Vampire, Submission, Biting, Yummy Anal Dominance, Succulent Sin)

Perhaps it’s a Starbucks caramel macchiato, possibly that Camel Crush nicotine stick, or maybe the next thirsty comment from your recent IG post, everyone craves something. Everyone. It might not be ever present and you might not think about it consciously, but it’s there. I have my own cravings but highly doubt they are anything like yours. I crave to deprave.

It started out innocently enough, we met online. She claimed to be a nurse and worked night shifts so didn’t have much opportunity go out to meet guys and I worked IT for a paper mill, coincidentally on night shift. I always preferred nights… less bosses around, less headache, less stress. Usually less traffic and just better in my eyes. When the rest of the world was sleeping I was doing my best work, away from their prying eyes. Like an elf in the night and in the morning, everything was running with top efficiency and up to code, um programming code. Read more »

Mine

She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.

What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.

A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?

It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.

“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.

“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.

“What do you do?” He turned to face her.

“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.

“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.

“What kind of guy are you?” Read more »

Better Than Studying: Part 1

“I’m sooooo bored”, I turn and say to you. We’ve been at the library for hours studying for our final exams and the sleep deprivation is finally taking its toll. “I want to do something fun! There’s only so much land law I can take before officially losing it.” I pout my lips and lie back on my swizel chair, spinning it slightly to convey my boredom. You seem oblivious to my complaints and are actually getting work done; clearly, you’re having more success than I am. Normally, I would carry on studying but in the back of my mind I’m thinking “What’s the point?” It’s the final exam, I don’t want to be here, and I know we will both pass – we’ve been preparing for months and feeling pretty confident. Read more »

Bianca in Italy, Part 2: Il Giardino

*This is Part 2 of “Bianca in Italy.”* [*Read Part 1 here*](https://misscatalinafox.com/bianca-in-italy-part-1-profumo-di-menta/)*.*

Bianca sat utterly still, hypnotized. Marlena’s hand was inching up her leg, her pinky moving softly over the delicate skin of her inner thigh, past the hem of her linen sundress. Bianca felt her face flush and for the first time, noticed their reflection in the mirrored wall opposite the table. Marlena’s lithe form was silhouetted in green, her long hair tumbling down her backside and gathering in dark copper waves around her waist, and Bianca was wide-eyed, frozen.

“Are you hungry?” Marlena asked, squeezing Bianca’s thigh.

Bianca blinked, unable to tear her eyes from Marlena’s. Above the din of the cafe, her stomach rumbled, and Marlena laughed. Suddenly her hands were back in the air, throwing her hair over her shoulder and rummaging through her handbag. She placed six euros on the table.

“Ok, we go now, then.” Marlena’s eyes twinkled. “For your *macadeonia di frutta.*”

[Read the rest of Part 2 here](https://misscatalinafox.com/bianca-in-italy-part-2-il-giardino/)!

The Water Torture [M4F][helplessness][exposure][voyeurism]

He watched them strap her, blindfolded, to the table.

In the black room. In the silence.

The only light must have been a deliberate effect, a reflection, because blue ripples like water shimmered in the room. It made the entirety of the atmosphere feel fluid. Both comforting and unsettled.

They had removed her robe before laying her down in nakedness. Two attendants spread her legs wide, then back, and strapped them into black armatures. Her beautiful, shaved pussy unveiled itself like a tender orchid. Her clit ran smooth before flaring into sculpted lips. Those lips were already flaring and eager.

From somewhere above, the first drop of water fell.

It sparkled for a moment like diamond as it plummeted, then splashed onto her clit.

She gasped and slightly convulsed.

A couple of seconds later, another diamond. Another convulsion.

Her face crinkled with concern. Did she like this sensation? The covering on her eyes robbed her of any chance of preparation. The next drop hit, and she swallowed nervously. She turned her head from side to side. Another drop hit, and she bucked, but the restraints offered her no real shifting or avoidance. Read more »

Game Day

I started out to South Bend with my wife’s friend Emily. I have known her for a very long time and my wife has known her for even longer. Both of us are Notre Dame Fans so when I was given tickets at work, I didn’t hesitate to take her with me. We got there a little early to walk the campus and to grab lunch before the game. After a quick bite to eat, we walked to the stadium and sat through a really long and boring game. Needless to say we were both disappointed when we left.

We started the drive home and decided to grab something to eat at a restaurant off of the Interstate. We each had a couple of drinks and just BS’ed through about an hour. We left the restaurant and were about to get back on the Interstate when we noticed a bunch of cars just sitting everywhere. We turned on a local radio station and there was a HUGE accident that would have us blocked in for hours. We decided it would be best to just grab a hotel and stick it out until morning. I made the phone call home to give the wife the bad news. She was pretty pissed at the situation but nothing that we could do. Read more »

Bianca in Italy, Part 1: Profumo di Menta

*Bianca had only two weeks left in Italy. It seemed that only a month ago she had become accustomed to waking up in Rome, a city of sensory temptations which seemed to queue up like eager dwarves behind her, following her from square to square. When she had first arrived, she was always getting lost; at the end of each day, she found herself woefully entangled in an ever more intimate network of streets, until one day she began to listen for her destination, rather than simply look for it. When she listened she heard it speak, and when it spoke, it shouted at her from the market.*

*It was hot out, and market stalls overflowed with fresh fruit shaded under white tarpaulins. She serpentined through the sea of color, blocked out in bins, mounded and scooped into sweet forms: melons, figs, cantaloupes, grapes, citrus, pears.*

Read the rest of the story [here](https://misscatalinafox.com/bianca-in-italy-part-1-profumo-di-menta/). Part II will be released tonight by the author [Miss Catalina Fox](https://www.misscatalinafox.com)!

Teaching the teacher.

The setting is I am a firefighter coming to talk to a teacher about my child’s grades. My child has been failing yourclass, I come in after school one day “in uniform” to talk about his grades.

I would imagine that we would talk for a good 10 minutes about what the issue is, every once in a while I would glance down at your tits. Every time you catching me, your pussy gets a little wetter. You get up and close and lock the door. Unsure of what you are wanting to see happen, you linger at the door while looking at the lock. Finally you make up your mind and silently unbutton the top 3 buttons of your shirt so your cleavage is very visible. You turn around and start walking up to me. I notice your cleavage and see you eyeing the ever growing bulge in my pants.

You lean back with your ass against the desk and cross your legs. You ask me what I would be willing to do to help with my kids grade. I get the biggest grin on my face and tell you anything that you would like ma’am. Read more »

Chasing Anna: Day 5

Links to previous chapters:

[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)

[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)

[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)

[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)

[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)

# Day 5

Anna awoke as the sun was rising, stomach growling. She checked her pack and frowned. In the excitement of the past few days she had neglected to forage for supplies. The blueberries from the third day were gone as were most of her packaged rations. She had food for the day, but that was it. She knew Nickie would be running low too. At the thought of Nickie, she blushed. She had let Nickie touch her before, but last night went much further. It was her first time being with a girl. Hell, it was her first time being with anyone. She could still smell the girl on her, she looked over at her friend sleeping next to her, skin smooth, almost glowing in the early morning light. Anna got up, not wanting to get caught staring at the naked girl beside her, and began breaking camp. A few minutes later, Nickie was up as well, helping her.

“Hey, you might want to wash your face” Nickie called over to her. Read more »

New Year New Play (FF) (lesbian) (part 2)

This picks up with more of [Gabby and Laura’s](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/abqvpl/a_tail_of_exploration_fffirst_timepet_play/) antics. No need to read part one.

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A steady knock reverberated on the door and Gabby opened it to Brock. He was dressed in a solid black suit with a shiny silk gold tie. He was tall, muscular with a perfect chiseled jaw and the whitest of teeth framed by his tanned skin. His eyes, clearly accentuated by bright blue contacts scanned her thin frame from head-to-toe. Taking in her long legs barely covered by the small black shorts she was wearing. The pink tank top hanging loosely over her small breasts, the cold air from outside making it notable that she wasn’t wearing a bra. His grin widened as he ran his hand through his dark greased back hair, “Gabby, good to see you.” His eyes never left his breasts.

Gabby bit her tongue as she mimicked his hand motion through her light brown hair that fell just above her shoulders and sarcastically said, “same to you, Rock.”