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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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

Blossoms [SEDUCE]

I bought the bouquet on impulse, as I walked through the underground labyrinth of halls and shops that surround my office building. The heavy aroma of life flourishing in winter, a scent captured and held richly thick in the stale dry air of the complex, caught my wandering attention and unconsciously drew my serious thoughts back toward home, evoking for me the woman who waited, anticipating my return. I imagined her smile, her warm needy embrace, and without realizing why my thoughts had taken such a romantic turn, I looked up to face the dozens of dark blossoming rosebuds.

“Hey, Mal, what’ll it be?” asked Cecilia. The small florist with her thick mane of colored hair and bright eyes had sold me ten thousand flowers during the past decade, arming me for courtships, engagement,marriage and now this.

“My love is like a red, red rose,” I recited. Burns is one of those poets who always seemed thin and reedy, yet forever popping off my tongue.

“Sure thing,” Cecilia said. “Dozen? Boxed, bundled or delivered?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I want to hand her a bouquet, when I walk in the door.” Read more »

Kayda’s Sweet Sixteen [mf][incest][excessive cumplay][exhibitionism]

They stepped through the doors, Kane, a man who towered over his daughter, Kayda, who appeared almost half his size. They walked hand in hand, Kayda in the lead.

"Comeon Daddy!" Kayda said with a jovial smile and a skip in her step. "I want to get some stuff before my friends get here!"

"Anything you wish, Princess!" Kane was happy for sure, but he always felt awkward when he went shopping with his daughter. It used to be because he would have to ring up Barbies and Hello Kitty pajamas, but at this moment, they were walking into Victoria's Secret. Before he had even realized, Kayda had turned into an extremely sexy woman, not only that, but the exact type of woman he had fantasized about since he was a teen aged boy.

Kayda picked out over a dozen articles of clothing, panties, bras, stockings, sweat pants, and piled them into Kane's arms, and led him to the changing room. At first, she would dress up in the less provocative clothes and open the door to show her Daddy.

"How cute is this outfit?" Kayda would ask, and Kane would invariably answer, Read more »

Tuesdays.

"Oh I thought you didn't want me to touch you ever again?" She says as she slowly unbuckles his belt

He really didn't want her to touch him. Or maybe he did. Their biweekly romp has been going on so long he doesn't know anymore.

"Well, what can I say?"

He smirks in that way that use to work so often ten years ago, when he was younger and a bit more attractive. She slowly slowly works her way down to her knees, while arching her eyebrow in that knowing way.

"I bet you don't want me touching you righhhhhhhhtt here?"

Flows out of her mouth in a manner that says "I know I am in complete control here" as her hand lands on its mark, slowly working in a gentle circle.

He hates that he loves Tuesdays. He hates that he loves the smell of her hairspray and he hates that he loves her. "That bitch" he thinks to himself.

All that works its way out of his mouth is a pleasurable moan as he feels himself harden. She grins slightly "I see I'm making a friend here. Do you want me to continue?" She asks slyly, she knows he does, but she wants to hear him say it. Read more »