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A scene [M/f][D/s]

She had blindfolded herself and awaited me kneeling in the middle of the room, on the wood floor just as I had instructed.

She had followed every detail of my instructions perfectly and even with a bit of flair. The long front locks of her hair pulled back and braided over the loose tresses in back in a way I had mentioned offhandedly that I like. The silver hoops in her ears engraved with a subtle filigree.

I walked around her and examined her without a word. The heavy footfalls of my leather shoes making the only sound.

“Rise.”

My voice not much more than a firm whisper.

A flash of pubic hair. Pretty breasts swinging gently. Muscles flexing first in one thigh, then another. She came to standing with her hands at her sides. As I had instructed she was wearing nothing more than sheer, black thigh-high stockings snapped into simple black garter and ending in exquisite, and obviously very expensive black heels.

I wanted to stand back and drink all of her in. Later.

“Place your hands behind your back.”

I trussed her wrists quickly round with a length of rope and tied it fast. Read more »

Presidential Caviar [mm]

I wrote this short one up last week, I find it quite disgusting so be warned. Hope this is the right place for it. Enjoy!

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Trump closes his eyes while chewing the little caviar eggs. He imagines his tongue is sliding across Putin’s asshole, and that the eggs are pieces of undigested food. He opens his eyes and looks into Putin’s eyes:

“Vlad, it berns, let me lubricate.”

Putin stops penetrating his bosom. He smiles at Trump, while imagining the devastating impact he will cause in a minute. He’s going to cum so hard that Donnie will sniff millions of unborn Russian babies.

Donnie tries to spit on his chest while still lying on his back, by quickly snapping his neck as he putters his lips and blows out. The spit lands on his chin and features black streaks from the caviar. Donnie proceeds to wipe it off of his chin and onto his boobs. He rubs his boobs onto each other to spread the caviar-saliva mixture, and wipes off residual saliva onto Putin’s cock. He pushes his boobs firmly against the rock hard cock, and jiggles them while moving his gaze towards Putin’s dominant eyes… Read more »

The Profile, Part Seven [FF]/[F]

# The Profile, Part Seven

The girls set up for more photos and Catherine gets ready for a secret rendezvous.

I’m finishing up part eight soon which promises to have a lot more of the good stuff. Sorry it’s so late this week. Things got crazy. Hope you’re still enjoying :) -Bells xoxo <3

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9u2bjx/the_profile_part_five_fff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9u2bjx/the_profile_part_five_fff/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9v2zpj/the_profile_part_six_f/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9v2zpj/the_profile_part_six_f/)

“There you are!” said Melissa, “I was starting to worry you’d drowned.” Baylee’s choice of outfit didn’t go unnoticed, and Melissa did her best not to stare too much.

Baylee laughed, replying, “Nah, just had to wash my hair and stretch out a bit. I’m sore from all that running yesterday.”

Melissa set a plate down in front of her on the counter and asked, “How many pancakes do you want?”

“How many you got?” Baylee asked, jokingly. “I’m pretty hungry, maybe like three?”

Melissa flipped three pancakes onto Baylee’s plate, did the same to hers, then set the rest down on the counter. She picked up a pot full of scrambled eggs and spooned some onto each plate, then added a few pieces of bacon. Read more »

Interracial Love and Slavery..

I have always been attracted to black women… the slim ones with the bubble butt, firm legs, small breasts but proportional to her frame. Caramel to dark skin..

I’ve dated and three black women like that and one in particular has had my heart for years now.

I think about being a white man in the days of slavery. I’m a history / genealogy geek so I have researched a lot of graveyards and got to know people.

There were a lot of “Melato” people in those days. Some were birthed out of violent rapes by their slave masters. But, some were not.
I found so called “White Graveyards” holding a White Husband and a Wife who was black. Granted, That is highly uncommon. The old Census reports had children listed and Race was indicated as “M” (Melato).

I know me and I day dream sometimes about being a young man, well dressed, raised by a religious family who opposed slavery greatly.

I am in a town, and there is a slave auction going on. I hear a couple of fat, ugly and clearly racist older men looking, laughing and talking sexual about a girl. I look and I see a beautiful lady just a few years younger then me. Crying, chains on her arms, fear in her eyes. Read more »

A Brief Moment

## The Beginning

The memory of her burns still in my mind, the clarity untouched by the time that has passed since last we were in each other’s arms. Though we are still connected our lives have gone in different directions, but the memory of our time together has resisted time’s tarnishing effect.

We started as nothing, peers in the awkward phase of life that are typically called “the teens”. Thrust together by the capricious fates who conspired to place us together.

I can tell you that the first time I saw her was, perhaps, anticlimactic. The heavens failed to part, the angels forgot to sing, but if you had told me that then I would not have heard you. Looking back with the wisdom bought and paid for with time and experience I know that she must have had the same doubts, the same insecurities that the rest of us had. All of us struggled to figure out who we were, what we wanted, we struggled to find the beauty in ourselves as we grew into bodies more adult than we were ready for. But her… she seemed different. While I must have seemed like an awkward colt still growing into its body she seemed to radiate confidence. Us lesser mortals plodded along in the mud while she never seemed to touch the ground, as much a part of heaven as of earth. Read more »

Su[mm]oning an Incubus, x-post from r/eroticliterature

It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.

That is, except for one.

Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing. Read more »

Please be Honest, wanting to get back into writing erotica for friends.

I want to start writing Erotica, again. It gave me such a much better sexual experience and it was almost as if I were able to act out my own fantasies in them. Below, I will begin writing my latest fantasy and if you like it and want more, then let me know. If not, tell me why so that I may learn through your criticism. Thank you!

Embassy Suite Confessions

I saw an article about the topic of sexual deprivation, namely, No Cum November. I know, it sounds silly that depriving yourself from fully cumming for a month would help you in any way. In fact, I thought about all the ways I would probably suffer. I pondered the crabby, depressed days to come with lack of appetite and interest. But the article denoted almost the opposite. It hinted that one would feel a sexual awakening of sorts and that when you finally gave in to cumming it would be no short than mindblowing. Well, I started. Day 1 wasn’t terrible, but it was like this curious secret inside me that nobody else knew about. Day 2 was awful. I used the vibrator in the shower for an hour and wouldnt let myself cum. It was excruciating and I could only last about 1 minute of really just pounding my tight pussy before I had to take everything left inside of me to pull it out while I sat still but involuntarily twitching. I would tighten my pussy so hard and it was almost like I could taste the orgasm just barely on the other side of the door.

My Wife Cheats For The First Time

I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time is the best. The first cut is the deepest. To see my wife take another man in her arms, make out with him, them both lying naked on the bed. I can now die happy.

[https://myerotica.com/i-convinced-my-wife-to-cheat-at-last-3f63284c10b1](https://myerotica.com/i-convinced-my-wife-to-cheat-at-last-3f63284c10b1)

Welcome Invasion – Original – Enjoy. :)

Welcome Invasion

Lust flows through his veins like blood through yours. Svjorn’s whole adult life consisted of battle, bloodshed, and plundering… material loot and Saxon women. When between raids, he is thinking about it, when he sleeps he is thinking about it… Living on a non-stop adrenaline rush. Thirsting for carnage, the old gods, all that kept him from going totally feral.

Now the ranking raid member and designated warlord, his job was to lead the band on raids from Denmark into Saxony. Growing up, he helped his family tend crops… Potatoes and cabbage mostly and he learned the English tongue from one of the village elders. He always felt it lacked the strength of the Donsk tunga, the Old Nordic, their native tongue; but came in handy when having to give commands.

Svjorn stood almost 19 hands tall (6’3″) and had very broad shoulders and chest. His primary diet was wild game, cured reindeer, occasional fresh fish and root vegetables, this leant well to his solid physique. His hulking hands grasped the waraxe he carried with a might and strength that were undeniable. A horn of mead was the only thing that fit his hand better. Read more »

Stream of consciousness fantasy

Laying naked on the bed thinking about you

Waiting for your touch

You will be here soon

Laying naked on the bed thinking about you

Waiting for your touch

You will be here soon

I run my hands between my thighs

I hear the door and stand to greet you
Your gaze is heated and your hands snake around my waist

You kiss me and my toes curl

You walk me back and push me down on the bed

Drop to your knees and shove my knees apart

I gasp as I feel your tongue on my clit

I’m so wet

Lick, suck, moan, lick again

You feel amazing

Two fingers enter me and I arch my back

Fingers my pump in and out of pussy making me whine

I feel you spread my slickness onto my ass and I gasp

Cold metal is pressing into me gently but urgently

I stretch to accommodate until the plug is fully in my ass

Sigh

It feels good, hard and full, but good

Standing you pull my hands and sit me up Read more »