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M4F : Fulfilling Fantasies…Mine & Yours

Looking for a writing partner to alternate chapters in a story I like to develop further. Ideally I’d write a chapter from my perspective (male) and then you write a chapter from yours (female). Open to more than one partner and the one I like best I’ll post (in subreddit erotica) as part of an ongoing story.

If you’re interested, read the start of my story, submit a chapter via DM and we’ll go from there. Looking forward to reading your stories.

Here is my chapter one…

“Open your mouth,” she sternly directs me. I feel her straddling my back as I lay prone on my stomach. I look at the alarm clock. 6:33 a.m. I’m completely nude, somehow unaware that she has managed to tie my now spread legs and arms to the four posts of our king sized bed. I sleep naked so that part is not a surprise, but how she’s managed to strap me down without my waking, I shall never know. Either way, I am completely unable to move other than getting to my hands and needs in an ‘all fours’ position.

“What are you doing? What’s going on?” I asked in a concerned tone. Read more »

[mm] [oral] You were supposed to teach me to ski!

“You were supposed to tech me how to ski, though.” I said, climbing into the bed, and pulling up the dividing pillows.
Nobody wanted any “accidents”.
“You’re too old dude.” He laughed and continued to flex in the mirror.
“I’m only 28!” I shouted with mock indignation. “And no boob play in the room dude. Keep that shit for your gym weirdos.”
He grinned at me in the mirror and bounced his large, overly defined pecs in my direction.

“You’re just mad cos you can’t have any.”

In reality, I had had dreams about those glorious pecs of his. Waking nightmares where I risked it all and made a move on the hottest body builder I knew. Where he threw me back easily and turned his back on me forever.
He knew I had a thing for him, and loved to tease me about it. Making sure we got the same room on this ski trip was just the latest in his targeted torment of me!

I turned away and went to bed, hoping he hadn’t seen my rapidly stiffening dick.

*Deep breaths*. I thought to myself. *Serenity now*. Read more »

Catlike Urges [mf]

6:08pm. The Sushi bar is dimly lit with ambient lights and the beat of electronic music. It’s a pretty hip place compared to most sushi places. It sounded like a good place to meet for my upteenth round of first dates.

Sigh. Dating has been bleak lately. For me, dating is not about checkboxes. It’s not about learning what movies you like or your favorite baseball team. It’s not about whether you want kids or not. It’s about instinct and play. It’s about mental and physical chemistry that flows through touch, words, posture, expression, and…that bit of unexplainable instinct.

Finally, it’s about what you create together. A symphony of ideas, experimentation, and urges–feeling for where the energy goes.

So when I turn and see her walking in, I immediately notice the effortlessness with which she carries herself–a grace and strength that comes from years of practice. She is dressed in black with brown shoulder length hair. Pale, porcelain skin. See-through blouse with a black bra. Short skirt. Lace stockings. I wonder if those stockings go all the way up? I catch myself asking questions about her already. Good sign.

“Hello,” she says with a smile, “Andrea.” Read more »

HotFlashes–Squaring Up: Starring the Serafems! [mf] [oral] [clothed sex] [drunk sex] [angry sex] [fantasy]

“Look, it’s getting late. I’m tired, and you scared off my chances of getting laid. So, unless you’re going to suck me off, go back to your friends and leave me alone.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“You sucking me off? No, you’re probably terrible.”

Ignis gave a long scoff.

“I’m great at everything. Including that.”

“I doubt it. Took you forty-five minutes to get out of a snare.”

“That’s different. These are two different things.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He turned and started down the hallway.

“They are!”

“Whatever you say.”

“Fuck you, I can do anything.” She rested against the wall.

“Yep.”

“Oh, you bastard. I’ll show you!”

Pulling herself to her feet, she came from behind, gripping his shoulder and turning him around. Pushing him against the wall, she dropped to her knees.

“Ow,” she grumbled.

Fumbling with his belt, she tore his pants open and pulled him out, still soft.

“What? You’re not even halfway? Fine, be difficult.”

“Uh?”

She took him into her mouth, his body freshly shaved and smelling of soap. After a few pulls, she could feel him beginning to stiffen, each pump of his heart bringing him closer to his full size. Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 2 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.

—–

He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door. Read more »

Slave Maker Chapter 1 (M/f, non-con, abduction, anal, oral, torture, humiliation)

He gazed at the screen while the algorithm worked its technological magic. Faces and words flittered past, leaving a brief and fleeting impression on possible candidates. After the search was finished, too many results remained, so he entered further parameters that needed to be met.

“Alright…decrease the age from 35 to 30, take in the weight a bit, increase cup size. Try that.” Again, the program searched through the list, further refining possible choices. A few moments passed, and three faces appeared on the screen, complete with personal and intimate details. Height, weight, measurements, age, known languages, estimated income, family history, education, it was all there.

“Hmmm…I think not. Too much family, do not want her to be missed. How about you…possibly, possibly. And now for number three. Oh, that is interesting.” He clicked on the third face, probing deeper into the details of the result. “Akiko Tanaka. Orphaned at an early age, bounced around between foster homes, no known relatives, average student. Only 4’11” and 104 pounds, what a little thing. 21 years old, working a dead-end job as a fast food server. She even speaks English. Yes, you will do quite nicely.” He perused the available pictures, trying to picture her naked and thinking of how she might be in person. “Lovely tits as well, 30 D is definitely a find.” A few seconds passed, and a smirk slowly crossed his face as he stared at a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. “And I see a few modifications have been made. Excellent.” Read more »

[MF] Tender [sensual][LONG]

*This is my first attempt at a longer and more sensual erotic story. Criticism is allowed.*

**”Interesting” part begins at the — mark. If you skip there is a TL;DR provided there.**

The sun is burning on my fingers as I am gripping the steering wheel, trying to hold a straight line as the powerful engine is dragging me with almost 180 km/h across the almost empty highway lanes. The loud roar of the gasoline-hungry chunk of metal, chugging away about a meter away from my foot, is almost silenced by the hot august air gushing through the open window next to me. Some kind of melody, coming through the stereo, is trying to join the chaotic symphony of loudness.

“Just a few more kilometers” I tell myself as I glance to the blue line on the GPS screen which is taking a satisfying turn off the melting highway tarmac into the colder hug of the clean and chill mountain air. Read more »

Man caught in rain enjoys farm girl who loves riding horses. And humans. [MF]

I strolled up to the door of the farmhouse. I stepped onto the porch, dripping into the wood.

I reached out, and knocked firmly 3 times against the door.

After a minute, a freckled girl answered the door, she was wearing a plaid shirt, with the top buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, her tits were barely contained. Her strawberry blonde hair was wavy and hung down past her shoulders. She wore jeans with a big belt buckle.

“What can I do for ya, sugar?” She asked me in a southern accent, while looking me up and down staring at my large, soaked frame with my clothes hanging off me.

“My car broke down, can I use your phone to call for help?” I asked.

“I’m afraid storm’s knocked the phone out sugar, I can get ya a bath though, and ya can stay here with me to wait out the storm. My name’s Abigail, but you can call me Abby or Abs” she said, winking. “You’re gonna have ta take off them wet clothes, I’ll get you a towel.” Read more »

hookup turns to 5some

I was feeling horny again and went onto Tinder. I had a couple matches so I hit one up and he was DTF. I drove over to his place, and knocked on the door. A tall man answered the door. “Hey Gracie, how you doing?” I pushed him inside, and pulled the door shut while pulling down my skirt. “Lets go then doll,” the man said. He helped me strip, and then stripped himself. His cock was at least 7 inches and was throbbing. His chest was well defined, and so were his arms. He picked me up, slinging me over his strong shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and took me to his bedroom and laid me off the side of the bed. He fingered me expertly with one hand, and then started to eat me out. I watched his brown hair bob up and down as he pleasured me. After a minute, he stood up and sat on the bed “suck me,” he said. I pushed my blonde hair back, and got on my knees on his carpet floor, and took him in my mouth, I gagged a little as I took his full length, but eventually I took all of it, and started swirling my tongue on his meat. Once I felt the salty taste of precum, I stopped and said “fill me all the way, I’m on the pill.” Read more »

Facefuck Observations [MF][Oral]

**One**

Before we begin she is neat and composed, her hair tied back, her makeup immaculate. She smiles. She is pretty and pleasant. Afterwards her face is streaked with eyeliner and tears and come. Spit veils her chin. Her hair is in disarray, eyes wide and bright from crying. These changes, to me, are beautiful.

**Two**

I can feel when she takes me into her throat. There is a moment of resistance, and then I slip down further into that enclosing tightness. I can feel the smooth, pulsing muscle of her throat gripping me. I can feel the way that, even then, she tries to take me deeper.

**Three**

Using her throat produces a thicker spit than just her mouth. While her saliva is wet and thin as water, this other spit is gooey, clinging, tinged with whiteness. It is abundant. The texture reminds me of the wetness I find inside her cunt.

**Four**

Just before she chokes her throat tightens up, spasms closed. I can feel this. Feel it clutching and trying to force me out – the fluttering, muscular grip of it. Sometimes she is able to control it, fight it back, keep me where I am. Sometimes not. Read more »