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Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.” Read more »

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress. Read more »

The Victorian [MF]

“Holy shit, Megan, I watched the best porn last night.” Rose burst through Megan’s office door like Kramer on Seinfeld. Two lattes on a carrier in her left hand, and a plastic sack in her right, ostensibly holding the sandwiches she usually brought to lunch it was her turn. She just loved these paninis from this little place down the street.

Megan smiled. Rose was her best friend. It was the typical situation, where one friend was introspective, conservative, reserved, and the other was the opposite in every way. It had been that way since college. Megan made her way through buisness school with calculated efficiency, and Rose partied her way through graphic design school. Megan studied and had a steady boyfriend, Rose drank and fucked her way through a string of boys and men. Megan graduated with honors and was hired to a busy firm in town getting herself to middle management fairly quickly. Rose opened a boutique website design company, and found success almost effortlessly.

“You crack me up,” Megan said, logging off the program she was using. She cleared a place on her desk to eat, which was pretty easy, given how clean she kept it. Read more »

“THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION” (MF, BDSM)

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**ACT I**

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The Woman glanced upward, now seeing the Man’s face distorted through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When viewed from this strange perspective, his normally handsome features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile was rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The Man drank the last of the remaining whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the Woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes around in contemplative circles, he announced: *”You taste good”*, speaking in a guttural whisper which was more felt than heard.

The Woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words worth speaking. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around the head of his swollen cock.

She laid there that way for some time, feeling profoundly exhausted, with her bare legs spread out along the couch, and with her cheek resting on the thigh of the Man’s soft dress pants. The Woman’s tongue never stopped lazily running circles around the ridges of the Man’s cock, feeling it swell and retreat in size. The Man stroked her hair with his free hand, occasionally letting it wander down to the tight valley between her ass cheeks, where his probing fingers sometimes found themselves temporarily stuck. Read more »

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘The Strange Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Cuckold, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’The Strange Letter in the Mail’*

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It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
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> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
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> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
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> ** ~ The Wolf**
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The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance… Read more »

Mother, May I – Chapter 6 [Fm][BDSM][Incest][By and For Adults]

Dear Diary,

Something happened. Something I never thought I would do, and something that I never in all my life thought I would love so fucking much.

Victor and I have been playing around a little bit with domination. Some BDSM and other intense kinks that we have been wanting to explore. It has been a few months and everything has been going so well! We have experimented with some bondage in bed, blindfolds, light whipping and pain, usually with him being the dominant and I being his submissive. Everything feels so good, we just kept increasing the intensity and going further and further. Victor mentioned a fantasy he once had when he was younger, where a girlfriend he had at school shared him with her friends. It intrigued me. I often like to show Victor off in public and in front of my friends. The young stud I get to fuck every night along with the taboo of peoples judging stares gets me so wet I can’t believe it. I wondered, what would it be like to share him? To use him as my property and let my girlfriends take turns with him knowing that he truly belongs to me, and always will. Read more »

A Right To Rule: Chapter 3 [fm] [femdom au]

– [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/85pvxa/a_right_to_rule_chapter_one_fm_slavery/)
– [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/86vrks/a_right_to_rule_chapter_two_fm_slavery_inspection/)
– **[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/88lzil/a_right_to_rule_chapter_3_fm_femdom_au/)**

Not long after Jack’s first inspection, Abrams knocked on the door and entered with a small duffel bag.

“Lady Evelyn, your mother has commanded me to prepare you both for your journey to your new home,” he said.

“We’re leaving already?” Evie exclaimed with surprise. While it was tradition for a lady and her first boy to move into a house chosen by the woman’s mother soon after being paired, she didn’t think it would only be a matter of hours.

“Your mother is eager to get you both settled in. I think you will enjoy the home she picked out for you, my lady,” Abrams said. “But first, I need to properly package Jack for the ride.”

Abrams set down the bag on the bed and pulled out a few items. Jack eyed the bag nervously. Abrams, who usually maintained a serious demeanor, chuckled when he saw Jack’s apprehension.

“I remember when I joined your mother’s household, I was just as panicked. Of course, I didn’t have the pressure of being the first––your father, my lady, had that honor. But it’s a day I remember well to this day,” he said. Read more »

the Quean (M/f)

i can smell her on you even before i have taken your cock out. when you came home 3 hours later than usual, having not texted or called, i knew better than to say a word. The bruised ribs and black eye from the last time i did are enough to help me keep my mouth shut this time. Despite not knowing when you’ll be home, the sound of you fumbling with the lock is my cue to take my place, kneeling in the entry. As you enter and walk to me, i am a mixture of fear, hate, and servitude. This is yet another time i have to clean the dry cum and pussy taste from your cock. And it never matters who she happens to be: the stripper, the hooker, the teen, the sugarbaby. you’ve used my money to pay all of them in some way, and i simply suck it off you. As usual, i do well enough to get you hard, but not well enough to stop you from pulling your cock out of my mouth and full on slapping my face 4 or 5 times, and turning around and forcing my head into your ass. pushing me to the floor, stepping on my face, kicking my ribs (still sore), and squatting over me while i push my tongue in your ass and you finish by jacking off. On to the floor. i know what i do, which is lick it up, then go finish dinner, silent and naked. I know you probably will pass out before i finish. So I package it up, put it in the fridge, and go to bed, waiting for the beating that I know will come around 2 am when you wake up, hung over, and come to bed and beat me for just being a stupid, blonde, old, feminist cunt.

Are We There Yet? [Msolo] [Fsolo] [Exhibitionism]

I couldn’t tell if the waitress knew what we were doing underneath that vintage tabletop. I mean I guess it really didn’t matter since we would never see that place or her again, but I was still curious to know if she ever figured it out. Probably should explain.

Things had been very hectic for the both of us, which is a good thing don’t get me wrong. However, that left us with a lot less time to spend with each other over the past few months. So when the opportunity arose, we decided to take a weekend road trip to a beautiful bed and breakfast located about five hours from where we both lived.

The updated bed and breakfast was located in the heart of a quaint little village and was situated on acres upon acres of perfectly manicured lawn. Gorgeous gardens surrounded most of the bed and breakfast with all of them underneath an umbrella of tall oak trees. Different types of flowers and foliage were planted all over the garden; providing each section with a different ambiance from tranquil to sensual. The perfect location for a relaxing romantic weekend. At least, that’s what the reviews on the website said. But I guess five hundred plus people couldn’t be wrong when they gave it a five star rating on Tripadvisor. Read more »

First Night in the New Apartment [Mf][oral]

I had just finished setting up my place in my new apartment. A ball game was on TV but I kept thinking about this barely legal green eyed blonde named Courtney who gave me her number after I installed her family’s Wi-Fi system in their house. Would she still be interested? She had to. She’d eyed my athletic build, had flashed me her boobs. I got up and rummaged around in my business file where I’d shoved her number to find her hastily written sticky note. I walked back to my couch and sat before picking up my phone to tap her number onto its screen. She answered it with a curt ‘hello.’

“Hey, it’s Ross. The computer guy.”

“Ross,” she mischievously answered. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Hey, I just moved into a new apartment. Was wondering if you’d like to come over and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I think I can come over. Give me an hour.”

“Sure.” Read more »