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A Right To Rule: Chapter One [fm] [slavery]

Evie had only been awake for five minutes, and already knew that today would be hellish.

Through her still-blurry vision, she saw one of her mother’s favorite servants, Abrams, standing before her with a tray of breakfast.

“Lady Evelyn, your mother requests your presence as quickly as possible. I have instructions here to oversee your morning routine in order to get you to her post-haste,” Abrams said in a deep voice, casting his eyes to his floor as he talked to her.

Evie grumbled and rolled out of bed and put on her silk robe. Despite her love for her mother, being the daughter of one of the most powerful women in the Lythe Kingdom had its downsides. The expectations on her were enormous now that she had come of age. The fact her mother had ordered Abrams personally to oversee her getting ready meant she was up to something. Read more »

Hooked On You [MFF] [3some]

Eleven thirty-eight in the morning. That was the time I saw on the small digital clock sitting askew on the antique wood and gold nightstand. The room was still somewhat dark due to the thick champagne embroidered velvet curtains, but there were some rays of sun peeking in through the small openings, affording me some light to get a bearing on my surroundings.

The three of us were spread out over the king size bed. Pillows and blankets were both thrown haphazardly along with all of our clothes around the room in various messy piles, the only thing covering our naked bodies was the lone cream silk sheet left on the bed and our various limbs.

After my mind finally began to wake up, I found myself on my stomach in between both of them with one of his hands laying warmly on the middle of my back, the sound of light breathing tickling my ear. I smiled as I turned to my side, my body twinging at the slight soreness and my smile turned into a large grin at the tiny reminder my mind conjured up for me of our wild and crazy sex-filled evening; her beautiful moans as she came just from my tongue fluttering over her delicious pussy. Read more »

The Old Shack [Incest – Brother/Sister]

Marie and her brother, Randall walked along their father’s property, their feet crunching through the previous day’s snow. The snow had stopped by mid-morning, the day had melted the surface, and the night had frozen it over to produce a mirror-like reflection of the sun. Marie had wished she’d spent the night here last night, in their father’s old house. The way the full moon reflected off of the ice made it look like daylight. Less harshly, she thought, as she squinted her eyes against the current glare.

They were here, taking a last look at the place. Their father had died in the fall, their mother passing when they were children, and they’d just sold the place. The keys were being handed over next week. Neither of them lived nearby anymore, so there was no sense in holding onto the place. Besides, both of them had recently gone through their divorces, so the money could be used to pay their legal bills. Pay off that bitch he married, Marie thought. She had made out alright in her settlement, but Randall’s wife had cleaned him out. She’d likely get a chunk of this place, too, which made Marie sad. That her family should pay for Randall’s mistake in marrying the woman. Not that Marie had chosen well, either. Both of them were thirty-five, young enough to bounce back. Irish Twins. They would be the same age until May, when Randall turned thirty-six. Their parents wasted no time in making her after they had him. Read more »

(TRUE EROTICA STORY) It started when I expressed small tits doesn’t excite me (Degradation made her curious)

I’ll try to just get to the nitty gritty. I’m a successful, hot, alpha (in my opinion) male in Northern California (near San Francisco Bay Area / Oakland) who is very picky. I posted on a dating site (won’t specify because it doesn’t fuckin matter) what I’m looking for. I wrote a lengthy essay about myself and included that I did not want a chic who is apart of the itty bitty titty committee. I explained that men of higher status like myself who are successful, hot and have a big cock DESERVE women with bigger tits (I like at least a C cup but no bigger than Double Ds). It’s typically the beta males who don’t mind a chic wit smaller tits because that’s really all he can get. I’ve had so many women that had beautiful big breasts there’s no reason I would downgrade. I then made a comparison with women and bigger dicks. If women had the CHOICE, every single one of them would choose a guy with a bigger cock. Read more »

Tea Service [Part 2/3] or Little Brat Gets Punished [BDSM]

I leave his office and he starts after me, slamming the door behind him and grabbing me by the wrist, digging his fingers in, spinning me around. He’s furious, but I can’t help but keep smiling. All of this attention feels *so good*. My smirk takes him over the edge and he grabs me by the throat, slamming me up against the hallway wall with such a force that the picture frames jiggle and one smashes to the floor, shattering.

Still gripping my right wrist tightly, he holds my arm against the wall above me, putting his knee up between my legs to hold me up, loosening his grip on my throat a little bit.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I manage to squeak, innocently.

He leans in close and puts his cheek next to mine. Panting with rage, he whispers into my ear, fiercely and breathily “You think it’s fun to try to make me cum when I can’t? You like to tease me like that, DON’T YOU?” He screams the last in my face, spitting a little in the process. Then he leans back and looks at my face. I gaze back lustily directly into his eyes and bite my lip. Read more »

Tea Service (Part 1/3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/852u66/tea_service_part_23_or_little_brat_gets_punished/?st=JEV78P35&sh=928faf9b)

My phone finally lights up with a text from him. It says, “Bring me some tea bunny, please.” *Sigh* I go to the kitchen and heat the water. I collect the box of tea and pour the boiled water in a mug when the kettle whistles. Carefully, I balance the steaming cup atop the tea box and bring them into his office.

He puts his finger to his lips as I approach and motions to his monitor. He’s on a video call. I like that. It gives me wicked ideas. I like it when he can’t say no.

I place the box down on the desk and open it. I take out his favorite tea and waggle the teabag at him, *This one?* He nods yes without even looking away from the screen. I point at the teabag again, just to confirm *You’re sure? This one?* He waves his hands in exasperation, outside of the view of the monitor, while continuing to talk to whoever is on the other side, some man, about work stuff. “Yes, I know, but if we sent 500 to Darby I expect we’ll never see it again.” Read more »

Bored Brat [bdsm] [m/f] [forced oral]

“Aren’t you done yet???” I texted. It was already 10 o’clock and I was horny and bored, a bad combination.

“No,” he sent back quickly. “I need another hour to get this work stuff done.”

I sighed and laid across our bed, looking at the ceiling and playing with the spaghetti strap on my nightie. It had been like this for weeks, with his “work stuff” occupying him deep into the night. When he came to bed he was often exhausted and it was too late for much play. We’d had vanilla sex just to get off the last 3 times and I’d just about had it. I had to do something to get his attention.

I quickly texted “Ok. I guess I’ll just play with myself then,” and went into our stash of toys and rummaged around. I knew I wasn’t supposed to put anything bigger than a finger inside myself unless I asked permission. I pulled out my favorite rabbit vibrator with a rotating shaft.

“Enjoy.” He sent back.

That was permission enough for me. Read more »

The Art of Basic Affection [mf]

(Short, softcore poem about intimacy that’s missing from casual hook-ups. Not hot and heavy like some of the others in here, but the kind of stuff that raises my heart-rate. If there’s a better place to post this let me know.)

The boys took me out for a drink
“You’ve had too much time to think”
Good intentions couldn’t erase my broken heart
“We’ll teach you, picking up ladies is an art”

They laughed and discussed the girls nearby
Who they’d rate low, who they’d rate high
My mind was elsewhere, as was my heart
“I suppose leaving my home is a good start”

My words went unheard, their fun was unaltered
I stepped out for a smoke to avoid the awkward
Looking up into the sky, taking a deep inhale
I resisted the urge to release a wail

A few feet to my left, I saw the spark of a light
It was possible something beautiful could happen tonight
Her curls swayed with the wind, her eyes gazing the stars
A beauty so timeless, described in memoirs Read more »

Will of the Princess [MF][Oral][Voyeur][Servant]

Camille, the princess of the land, the patron of the tournament, the symbol of hope, the joy of the faithful, sat upon a plush throne on the edge of a cold, dark room. The stone floor and walls stood in stark contrast to her royal grandeur.

Her golden locks cascaded down in waves onto rich furs and exquisite silks. Her radiant cheeks were stained with deep crimson and her bone-white fingers trembled as they gripped the chair. Before her, there was a kneeling man whose features were entirely concealed by the thick pleats of her dress. Faint lapping was barely audible through the layers.

However, her attention was somewhere else entirely. One of her emerald eyes was squeezed shut so that the other may peer through a hole in the adjacent wall. Through this tiny and very intentional opening, she watched a raven-haired slut sucking cock.

Though she only wore barely enough for the weather, her clothing crushed down upon her. Every breath was a herculean effort, made even harder still by her vain effort to maintain an air of dignity. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, but she barely noticed between the riveting sights beyond and the dutiful consolation between her legs. Read more »