Ariella’s story Ch. 3 The Trials [MFM]

*This is an excerpt from the much larger chapter. Check out r/Ariella for the full chapter 2 and 3. I did not post any of chapter two here to r/Erotica because it did not contain any erotica. It was world building and a character building chapter. Let me know what you think. And, as always, enjoy!*

Chastity opened the door, holding the same lit candelabra that Michael had used that first night here. “It is time. Put this on.” She held out a robe of soft, black silk. Ariella wrapped it around herself and tied it tight, nervousness making her hands shake. The robe was hemmed short, falling to just below the swell of her ass and it was thin, see through material.

“Should I be worried?” Ariella asked, hoping for some relief of her anxiety.

“I have no idea,” Chastity said. That was definitely not the answer she wanted. Her anxiety grew inside her, threatening to cause her to panic. Ilara’s words returned to her “you must dominate.” Ariella took in a deep breath, holding it in, her heart pounding in her ears and with blowing it out, she managed to break some of the tension she felt. I will dominate, whatever the trial, I will pass, she thought.

possible short story

I cant seem to write an entire engrossing story from start to finish. I get pieces here and there and when i try to put pieces together and fill in the center its shit.

What do folks think about a book of short pieces of erotica?

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Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 1 [MMf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

It was stupid but simple: she wanted to fit in with her sorority. And they were in Malibu for break, so they pretty much knew nobody here – right?

Aly heaved a big sigh. It bounced her breasts and only made the crowd outside their window cheer louder. They were in the fancy, indoor pool that Hannah’s dad bought them access for, and there were a bunch of guys in their twenties and thirties outside, egging them on to flash their tits. From what Aly understood, they were rich and people her sorority wanted to impress.

Which was probably why everyone else had shed their tops by now except for Aly – who arguably, was the only one the men really wanted to see. All the girls in her chapter were cute and fit but Aly had the kind of body you saw in comic books, according to her stepbrother. She had beach blonde waves, boasted a pinched little waist and the most spectacularly round, firm breasts. Extraordinarily bouncy, they ranged from a large C to a small D – depending on the day. Her stepbrother said the best part were her nipples. Perfectly rosy and constantly hard. “Like strawberries and cream hard candies,” he said.

Why plants still give me shivers

I came home from work, like I would any day and on my way into the house I see my back yard tree, standing tall as ever. I try to ignore it but some time well making dinner I look out and see it, lustfully I head outside and pull down my pants.

There is a woodpecker hole in the tree, I have a wood pecker for that hole… As I slowly thrust in I notice my dick growing twitchingly larger. Thrusting more and faster I get to a full fuck and well the splinters hurt, I keep going.

I cum into the tree but I’m not done yet, I pull out a large amount of lube and poor it on a branch then turn around and slowly ease it into my tight ass, it fits in disturbingly well and as I thrust back and forward I have an anal orgasm so intense I leak cum.

9 months later a new tree starting growing in my yard, its the same color as my hair… I wonder if its incest if its really a tree? This one is younger and I cant seem to resist the urge!

Furniture Fantasy [Mast]

I remember the first time I masturbated quite clearly. It wasn’t glamorous or exciting, just a tired boy on a tuesday afternoon glued to PBS.

Antiques roadshow was on, a program I quite enjoyed watching in the boring hours between school and homework. Hidden treasures, locked away in dusty old houses for generations finally being brought into the light. How inspiring. I remember the opening item was a pair of antique flintlocks from the 18th century. The carvings in the ivory handle excited me in a way that was largely new to my experience and I felt a rise in my loins.

It wasn’t till 2 items and a request for donations later that I saw the object of my first and greatest passion. An elderly Rhode Island woman had wheeled in a chaise lounge with the help of her son. At first glance it was meeting all the criteria for an outstanding piece of furniture. The finely maintained gold upholstery had an intricate pattern of thick protruding vines running along the surface. The dimples were gentle valleys stretching the fabric inward towards the blood red mahogany backing. My eyes were drawn to a pearl inlay of wheat atop the wood ridge exposed superior, suddenly halted by thick bronze protuberances shaped like rolling waves on a New England shore at the corners.

I watched a gif of the Overly Attached Girlfriend and her sister being cute and I felt like expanding upon it…[FF]

Gif in question in the comments. Watch it before you read the story. Enjoy.

 

Another Universe: “just stay there!” said Laina giggling. “What are you gonna do?” spoke her smily sister. “just wait, I wanna surprise you”. Her eyes gently closed, Laina stared at her sister’s face. She inhaled the sight of the beautiful young woman her sister had grown into…She began to admire the freckles on her face, the way the darted and danced as her sweet lips widened. “You’re so beautiful” Laina spoke…

“What?! Just hurry up all ready!” giggled her sister. Her teeth were showing; perfect and dreamy. “oh..Oh yeah” she replied hazily.

Laina was just going for slight cute nose boop, but she here she was. Her best friend, her beautiful sister…she’d never loved anyone more. “I don’t know why I feel this way…if she knew how much I really love her, she’d be disgusted” Laina thought to herself.

Just then her sister clutched her arm. “Come on…I’m hungry. Let’s finish this”. Her sister’s touch so soft and warm, she studied her nimble fingers. She leaned in close to her sister’s face, so close she feels her exhale and examines her soft pale skin, scattered with adorable flecks.

Charlie and the Cockolate Factory

Charlie stared ahead of him in utter disbelief as he walked in. He’d always had a crush on him but was always too afraid to admit it, he hoped that maybe he crushed on him too. It was overcoming him and he felt he had to fulfil his wishes… He had to fuck Augustus Gloop. Oh God he knew it too, it made him feel like a fowl creature for cheating on Violet and Veruca but he didn’t care, all he wanted to do was to kiss him, feel him, embrace him, lick him and most of all… put his finger inside his soft, tender belly button. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance to find Augustus standing over him in confusion. “Charlie, why are you in the Chocolate Factory at this time?” Charlie went bright red and tried to say an answer. “Erm, erm, erm, I was trying to find the oompa loompas” he stuttered, hoping it was a good excuse for staring at his big, jiggly man tits after a hard day’s work at the testing room. He smirked at this, clearly showing that he didn’t believe a word of it. “Oh really?” he asked. “I thought you were trying to join AGJCC.” Charlie was confused at this response as he’d never heard of this secret society before. “Erm, Augustus? What is AGJCC?”. A large grin formed on his tubby face, revealing his beautiful, green teeth with little strands of celery between them. He’d clearly been on a diet, which upset Charlie because he’d always been attracted to his podgy beauty. “AGJCC? Why… you have to join now!” Charlie obviously wouldn’t deny this offer out of politeness, and replied “Ok, what are the requirements”. Augustus’ smile grew wider, as he bent down on his knees and yanked out Charlie’s huge, throbbing pisser. “You should’ve asked before joining.” He winked. “AGJCC means Augustus Gloop’s Juicy Cock Club”. And he wrapped his gob around his considerable length, and proceeded to give him an unimaginable blowie. Charlie sobbed as Augustus bit a large chunk of his penis head off, and spat it onto the ground. “AUGUSTUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he screamed in fear as blood gushed from his deteriorating boner. “Don’t worry my Cheeky Chimp, I’ve brought a stove”. He then proceeded to pick up his bellend with his celery covered teeth and place it onto the cooker. “Fancy a bite to eat, you stupid cunt.” Charlie responded to this, “I’d love to eat my cock with you, you stupid fat bastard.” Augustus beamed with pride and they both tucked into their Charlie Winkle Surprise. “That was amazing, Charlie! Same time again next week?”. Charlie was so happy with what had occurred and he agreed to meet him next week under one condition. And that was to show him his huge rump steak of a tushie. He replied with “Shut the fuck up you little shit, go home”. The life was drained from Charlie’s face as he lost too much blood from the absense of his cock head, a cheeky grin formed on Augustus’ face as he pulled out his soggy cock, and rubbed his chicken nuggets till he pissed all over his flea bitten carcass.

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Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 3: The Gate [MFF, Sex, Oral]

Ashlynn was washing herself in the warm water of a marble fountain. After she fell through to the Otherside, she had been completely bewildered, and a strange plant demon had had its way with her several times. She had only escaped when the Succubus that wore her face had appeared and helped her. The demoness had then tersely led her through the hedge maze, and brought her to a fountain at its edge. Beyond it was a high, wrought iron gate, with a road snaking up to the castle. Ashlynn was sitting in the water, rubbing at the grass stains on her heels, and doing her best to get at her back. “So what do I call you?” she asked the demoness.

Sitting at the edge of the water, it shared Ashlynn’s curvy stature. She was wearing a black lacy baby doll nightie, and she was spinning the golden lip ring that mirrored Ashlynn’s with her long serpent tongue. Her purple marble skin caught the lights of the sun Ashlynn now thought must always wait at the edge of setting. “We share a name,” it said, “So that would be confusing.”

“Share a name? So, you’re Ashlynn too?”

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Reich up the Ass: Hitler’s 1000-Year Mud Gab (Chapter 1) [MM] [Humor]

On the eve of September 29th, 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain entered his hotel room exhausted. He had just returned from a secret, day-long deliberation in Munich, where he and a group of powerful world leaders had drafted “The Munich Agreement,” a settlement which promised to return the Sudetenland to Germany — and hopefully avoid war in the process.
He carried the heavy stack of paper as he paced back and forth through the room. Chamberlain knew the natural reserves local to the land, and he knew of its tactical position relative to Poland and France. He knew Germany, sore after the events of The First World War, might use that land to instigate an attack. But most of all, he knew that Adolph Hitler was not to be trusted.

He dumped the draft on the desk and put his head in his hands. He looked at the oak clock on the wall. 11:58. A sigh escaped him. Ultimately, his signature would change the draft to a document, and he felt the weight of the future falling on his shoulders. It would be a long night.

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Kissing a Stranger Pt 3 [Ff][MF]

*This is where the story gets interesting. I hope you enjoy the direction it is going. As always, drop me a comment if you have suggestions or critiques. Thanks!*

The doors closed behind the pair of beautiful, naked women, and Ariella jumped as they slammed into the frame. The entrance hallway was lit by a candelabra that had been set on a decorative table just inside the door. Its tarnished golden arms and blood red candles did nothing to dissipate Ariella’s fears; if anything, it reaffirmed that she was in a dangerous place with possibly dangerous people.

The illumination gave away almost nothing of the mysterious house. Ariella could see that the furniture was elaborate, decorative, and useless in the way that no one was expected to use it for any other purpose but to show off wealth and impress guests. Ilara can consider me impressed, Ariella thought. There were large, framed paintings on the walls, but she couldn’t make out any details in such poor lighting. The hallway continued on in front of her to a grand staircase that rose to a walkway on the second floor. The light of the full moon shown through a grandiose window that rose from the middle landing to the ceiling, casting long shadows back at her. There were doors leading off of the hallway, but they were all closed. Ariella felt a flash of fear, the instinct to run was almost overwhelming.