Instructions Ch. 4-6 [F][bd]

Chapter Four

The drive home was a blur. Her nipples ached, her clit was on fire, and she knew that once the rubber bands and clothespin were removed it would only be worse. He had instructed her that the clothespin could come off just outside her door, but the rubber bands were to stay until she had her orgasm. God how that word sounded delicious rolling around inside her head.

Her tires squealed as she pulled into the driveway and sprinted to the door. A quick sweep of her neighborhood showed it mostly empty so she reached down between her legs and gingerly opened the clothespins. The return of blood flow to her sensitive nub sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her knees to buckle momentarily. She caught herself on the door frame and smiled, reasonably certain that he wouldn’t have promised orgasm this easily if something too terrible were waiting.

The lock clicked before she double-timed it to the chair where she’d left her book. She flipped through the pages before landing on the inside of the back cover where there was a small note that read, “You can cum but only on the spine of this book.”

My First Night with Her

I could start from the beginning. Hell, I could start from the day before. I would, but that’s not where my mind starts. My mind begins with an urge to be closer, with the feel of skin lightly gliding over skin. It begins with a brief touch of lips and the inner sigh of anticipation. It begins with knowing its right, with feeling the joy of the touch radiate in my core, with the memory of the time before, and with the shiver of wanting more. My fingertips run across the silky, sweet skin of her arm as the movie plays on with no one watching. Looking up and meeting her eyes I can tell she is ready to be reminded of the spark we share. Her devilish smile concretes my thoughts and lets me know the next move is mine. I could start from the beginning. Hell, I could start from the day before. I would, but that’s not where my mind starts. My mind begins with an urge to be closer, with the feel of skin lightly gliding over skin. It begins with a brief touch of lips and the inner sigh of anticipation. It begins with knowing its right, with feeling the joy of the touch radiate in your core, with the memory of the time before, and with the shiver of wanting more.

Suggestions for fantasy/sci-fi/mythology/underworld/otherworldly lit or art erotica?

AAny suggestions for sci-fi/fantasy erotica ala Brides of the Kindred? (Namely the first 3 books since I’ve only read those.) or any subreddits dedicated to fantasy/alien-humanoid-demon erotica? I think I especially like things with demons or mythical beings / otherworldly sexual experiences. What about art erotica? Any suggestions would be great! Thanks!

The Neighbor’s Son

Good afternoon Reddit!

I'm going to be publishing a 10k word or so novella to Amazon this weekend and I wanted to share with you one of my favorite paragraphs to gauge your interests and see if you have any helpful hints or tips.

The main premise is a housewife is told by her out of town husband he's had fantasies of sharing her with other men. She takes to her next door neighbors son who is home from college and his best friend. There's light femdom, vouyerism, exhibitionism, forced bi, and rough sex.

Let me know what you think!

They looked less dumbstruck than I had imagined, maybe they expected some sacrifices. They took a deep breath, and grabbed one another in a strangely erotic tight hug, and let their lips and tongues dance together for me. It was soft at first, they were each feeling each other out to see what the other one would do. My hand slipped into my panties and started rubbing against the warmth of my overwhelming excitement and new found love of control. Their arms embraced one another, as they kept stealing glances at the front door. Lips started biting other bottom lips, tongues intertwined, a little drool dripped from their mouths. I was pressed so hard against the door I had almost forgotten it was there. I slipped a finger into my soaking wet pussy, just for a brief glimpse of the feelings I was craving and was inevitably going to have.

Awaking [mf or bi whatever you fancy]

Awaking

(Written to the song, “Pleasures of Soho” by Sohodolls)

Allow me to make you nervous. Close your eyes for a minute and take me in. Can you see red? Not in a violent way, mind you. I have on red fishnets stockings and red stiletto heels. Can you see me now? There. Give me your attention. I want to take you on a journey of the senses. I plan to arouse you and feed into your deepest curiosities. Don’t be shy, I won’t bite, yet.

Reach out your hand and touch my black and red leather corset. Feels nice, yes? Put your hand to my heart. Yes, I am real and standing right before you. Don’t turn away; dig deep into your mind. Leave your inhibitions at the shore. I want to see the worst in you tonight. Move your other hand to my black lace miniskirt and pull me in closer to you. I can hear you breathing so heavily as if you are running away from me. You’re trembling like a defenseless little baby bird. Aw, don’t be like that. Do I intimidate you? Don’t be afraid of me. I’m actually pretty nice. Take me in and hold me all night. You know you want to. It’s inside of you; I can it in your eyes.

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Categorized as Erotica

Sense and Sensuality (or Jane Austen’s Tears) [mf] [BDSM][Switching][Relationshippy][light anal][light choking]

“Sense and Sensuality, or Jane Austen’s Tears”

1 To say “It started innocently enough” would be wrong. There was nothing innocent about what we were planning, what we were doing. The texts with just a hint of double-entendre. The links to pictures and essays on Fetlife we sent to each other.

No, it wasn’t innocent. We knew what we were doing, and we liked it. We liked the sneaking around (even though our partners knew full well the gist of what we were doing). We liked the excitement of knowing that someone wanted to this, that, or that other thing to us. Or that they were thinking of us in that way when they were by themselves or even with their partner. It was… a nice change from the usual. Well, for me, anyways.

Our texts were never overt, never crude, never trite. No “What are you wearing?” or “What would you do to me if I was there right now?” It was assumed that if and when it happened, it would happen. We’d hint at things. We’d call each other to remember past dalliances and then play those memories in our mind, a smile on our lips and an extra beat in our hearts.

Down the Rabbit Hole [mf] [WARNING! incest]

Life doesn't always turn out like you intend. Sometimes it does, but most of the time, 99% of the time…

It just doesn't.

In a lot of ways I'm still reeling from what happened. One night I'm ready to save my little sister from the abusive hell hole I scrambled out of to whisk her away to a shot at a real life, and the next day I'm here, drinking, wondering what the hell I'm going to tell my fiancèe.

I mean, the plan was good, right? Finally convince myself to go back home to visit, let my parents think they can exploit a new relationship with them once I finish my degree and become a "bigshot doctor," and finally get a chance to tell Alice that I'm taking her away from all of this. Now that she's 18 I can't be charged with kidnapping if she wants to come with.

I even bought her a plane ticket. It's not like she has anything here to leave behind.

Lechomancer Curses 6: The Game [mf] [public] [oral] [sex]

Amber kept her headphones in and pretended to play with her phone. She could hear the other girls on the university volleyball team snickering. Someone knew that she had let a stranger fuck her in the rest stop bathroom, and the rumour had scorched through the bus like a wildfire.

She saw the business card sitting on top of her bag, the one Lisa had given her, which showed only a phone number. She was supposed to call it when she was ready to surrender.

Amber looked at it for a long moment. What was happening to her, it was getting worse. It had been embarrassing the week before, when she’d lost it at the game. This, on the bus, this was worse.

…but then again, she’d gotten away with cumming on the big screen in the gym, in front of hundreds, if not thousands of people, and no one had noticed. She’d followed that up with an intense orgasm in the locker room, with some phantom lover. The guy from her psych class, who she hadn’t seen before or since, had fucked her and then she’d walked past a bunch of people who knew why they had been looked out of the room. She was ashamed, but it was also a turn on. All those people, they kind of knew. They didn’t really know, all the details, all the dirty things she’d done on the professor’s desk in that lecture hall.

Good Eve: The Nymph Witch Chronicles [MF][Oral, Virgin] (Erotic Romance/Magic Realism)

From the Goodeve sisters, witches of Charleston, Marcus Stone is an enchanter and practices dark magic. Be warned.

When he’s nice…

My name is Ava Goodeve. The first time I met Marcus, butterflies appeared and fluttered around me as I the ability to manifest things based on my emotions. Charmed, he asked me out.

My date with Marcus was a pleasant evening of wine, dinner, and laughs over childhood stories. Afterwards, we moved to a screened-in back porch sun room. Marcus had popped open a second bottle of wine an hour ago and poured the last of it in my glass. Fireflies began to glow in his backyard. Their faint little orbs of yellow light floated above the grass.

“Are you doing that?” he asked, pointing their way.

“Naw. That’s just mother nature at work.”

“What if I kiss you? What happens then?”

“It depends on how good you kiss.”

He leaned halfway to a kiss and I leaned in to meet his lips pursed like Cupid. My skull began to tingle. I felt all warm and gooey inside. He drew back and I opened my eyes to see a single red rose petal drift down between us.

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Null (By the Numbers complete preview) [mf, mild bondage, contemporary fantasy]

This is the prologue to my contemporary fantasy erotic romance novel By the Numbers — and you thought when someone said they didn't give a flying f#ck, it meant they didn't care. :-D

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Jen almost felt as if she might have to thank her best friend for this. Not that Brigid had done anything other than be born on November first. But…

Ooo.

“I think this is why magic was invented,” sighed Jen, squeezing Jack tight. Leaving him speechless.

They were fifteen feet up in the air — a simple spell to cast, a tough one to keep going through three rounds of fantastic make-up sex, even with her wand gripped tight. But here they were, slowly orbiting the little chandelier in the empty dorm’s lounge. The first two fucks had been properly acrobatic, but this time they were just floating, drifting. Jack was planted deep inside of her, happily letting her do all of the work for once. And all of the work she felt up to was contracting her pussy around that wonderful, familiar cock. One pulse at a time.

Jack didn’t seem to mind. Eyes closed. Mouth open. No. He didn’t mind.