The Secret Life of Senior Transportation

Possibly going down the rabbit hole

I’m in a weird situation. I was just backing my car out of the yard yesterday when a long-time neighbor of mine, Phyllis, waved at me. She stopped me for a little chat and told me that things had been a little rough for her and her husband Victor as he had tripped on one of the legs of their front porch swing and has had to use a walker since. I knew that it had been a few years since Phyllis had driven the car so I offered to give her a ride if she was heading to town to get groceries.

You might think that this doesn’t sound so weird, but believe me, this moment was exactly the one when I got the feeling that something was off, because the whole tone of Phyllis’s voice changed. She lowered her voice when she told me, as if she was telling me a big secret, that there’s no need for me to worry. She and Victor had found a means to get around. “You call it as it if was a taxi, but lemme tell you, honey, it sure ain’t one” were her exact words, if I remember correctly.

Kneel and Worship

This isn't actually erotica, so please let me know if it doesn't belong here. But I think it's eroticaesque and you guys might enjoy it. I write these notes to be SO during our kinky nights. She reads them, and then we act them out.

Tonight's session is called "Kneel and Worship" (http://submissiveromance.com/ff-36-kneel-and-worship/)

Hello beautiful. It’s been a while since we had some fun so I hope you have some pent up excitement for tonights session

There are many things about you that I love such as your eyes, your lips, your hair, the way your breath feels on my skin, the way your mouth feels around my cock, and the way you dutifully perform tasks no matter how silly they may seem and how tied up you might be. I have a feeling that my thirst for many of these will be quenched tonight (at least for a few days).

I have this great idea you may, or may not, have read about earlier. The idea is, a cushion is attached to your ankle. With this pillow, you can kneel down anywhere, no matter where the night takes us. It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out why you would need to kneel … So the question then becomes: where will the night take us?

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Slave to a Sinful Empire: Part II [fantasy, impregnation, M/F and F/F]

Part II: The Secret Shrine

Annie rapped at the wooden door rhythmically, giving the secret knock as the other three escapees waited nervously on the short stairway leading down to the cellar door. The door opened a fraction, revealing a segment of an old woman’s face in darkness. “Yes?” she asked mildly.

“Four lost souls, seeking the guiding Light,” Annie said carefully.

The old woman smiled in recognition. “Seek the Light within,” she said, and opened the door, taking Annie’s lantern as she did so. Lifting it high, she revealed a brick cellar with large casks lining the walls, a tap at the bottom of each. The old woman hung the lantern on a hook protruding from a ceiling beam, and waved the hesitant group inside.

The woman lead them over to one cask, seemingly identical to the rest, and bending down, turned the tap to the side as if it were a doorknob. Then with a tug and a little grunt of effort, she pulled open the whole front of the cask, which swung wide on hidden hinges like a great circular door.

The Hampton Inn [NSFW] [MF] [some bondage, some spanking]

Their ritual was well rehearsed and well played. She knew her role and she played it exquisitely. At least once a week they met for a couple of hours at the Hampton Inn. He used her and she used him for pure sex and soulful lovemaking.

He was the aggressor, the Dom, and she was his submissive. She loved their sublime exchange of bodily fluids and he fell head over heels for her too. She knew what to expect, yet every time it was different. Every time he took it to another level as their love grew. Every time she had just one more orgasm before he packed up his bag and went on his merry way.

It was always during the day, between 9 and 5. It had to be outside of their family time. And the Hampton Inn was not too far away from either one of them, only 15 minutes with no traffic. It was their favorite spot because they got reduced pricing for 4 hour short stays. Quiet as kept, a couple of hours was all they needed for their weekly existential experience.

Slave to a Sinful Empire: Part I [fantasy, slave, spanking, some bondage, M/F and F/F]

Slave to a Sinful Empire

by Citizen Sade

Part I: The Slave and the Master

Annie Archer gasped as the leather strap stung her perky cheeks, leaving its pink stripe across her pale round bottom. Fyrio grinned in his wolfish way. “That’s what you get,” he said through his teeth, leaving another pink mark with a crisp snap of leather, “for being such a bad little slut!” Another snap, another reddening stripe across the perfect white ass. Then, unable to resist any longer, he set aside the strap and struck the pale flesh smartly with his hand, one cheek and then the other vibrating deliciously beneath his blows. “Such a bad little slave,” he muttered, squeezing roughly and then spanking again, as goosebumps prickled Annie’s soft skin in the open air.

She knew better than to struggle or squirm on his lap. She had done nothing to deserve this spanking, but she knew Fyrio didn’t need a reason except his own perverse desires. She gritted her teeth and held back her tears, knowing they would only please her wicked master more. Her pretty, freckled face was scrunched up against the pain, and her red braids swung gently with each smack. She endured, and only hoped he wouldn’t make her…

[FF] The Scent of the Flame–A romance between a rocker and her new crush

I'm working on an erotica/romance story on a free writing site. I don't profit off it if you click to read more. Here's the first chapter:

It was 8 pm. Kris tamed her messy mop of black hair, straight bangs falling over her eyes with blonde highlights. She’d hesitated before accepting the invitation to a new friend’s house because she hadn’t had any luck meeting people, ever. It was as if right when things were turning horrible for her, a knight in shining Ray Bans was there to comfort and console, nursing her post traumatic stress-induced wounds… over Skype.

Kris didn’t self-harm but she subtly self-medicated. Alcohol was her drug of choice. It was cheap, efficient, and weakened inhibitions. Suffice to say, the beer did a good job of masking her true feelings on the long drive to Alex’s house.

They had a lot in common, namely, one another’s interest in lesbian romances, so they had a movie playing in no time. Beer and wine were had and a quickly cooked meal of their favorite—quesadillas. The movie of choice—Better than Chocolate. The movie reminded Kris that she had her strap-on in the car—a habit from her days with her last girlfriend but she hadn’t needed to use it because she was fresh out of libido ever since. Alex, however, had different plans.

[Strange Request] My non-sexual Turn On

[M(19)4F] I've been looking for a place to discuss a very strange non-sexual turn on of mine, and since any kind of turn ons are welcome here, I thought I'd give it a shot. And yes, I know how strange of a turn on this is- it's just a matter of looking for a way to satisfy it/ someone willing to when it's very one-sided; I've recently finally opened about it because I feel like I'm at the age where I should come to terms with it. Long story short, a woman cleaning is a turn on for me, but not in a sexual way; ex cleaning up a spot (table,dishes,floor,etc.). Something I've found out to help are short-long writings about an example, and the more detailed and descriptive the better. It is a very strange and specific request; I can go into a lot more specifics, but I want to make sure if this is an impossible request or not. I'm sorry if this is a weird/hard read, any feedback, or advice for that matter, would be greatly appreciated. Also, if anyone knows of a better place to ask this, if there is one, please let me know.

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The Lover and His Cruel Woman, and of Her Final Defeat and Submission

His hand moved up her thigh gently and slowly – so gently and slowly that it tickled.

"Stop!" she yelled, and she squirmed, but his other arm, tightly wrapped around her waist, held her in place. When he reached her crotch, a shiver, starting from her legs, ran through her body. She thought it might be an orgasm, but luckily it wasn't.

—How embarrassing that would have been!

But then he rotated his hand quickly and cupped it firmly over her vagina, and the tickle seemed to be trapped, lingering in her body. She could feel herself pouring wetness into his hand.

She let out a sigh. She wanted him to take her. She wanted to be had. She was defeated.

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Lechomancer Curses Chapter 5: Doubling Down [m/f][oral][sex][masterbation][paranormal]

It was 2:59 in the morning, and Lisa sat nervously by the strange blue door on the second floor of her townhouse. Its gothic relief pulsed with energy. She had only gone through it twice. Once, she hadn’t been invited, and her Master had punished her. The last time had been earlier in the week, when she first summoned a demon to break Amber’s will. It hadn’t been enough, so she was about to do it for the second time.

The numbers on the phone in her had flipped over to 3:00 AM, and she jumped up from her chair. She heard the latch on the door click, and watched it slowly open. Erostopholes stood on the Other Side, in a hallway that was an exact reflection to the one on her second story. Tonight, he looked almost human, in a dark grey dress shirt and well cut slacks, but his skin was a deeper blue than the door. A demon tail swished behind him, and two black, twisted horns rose from his hair. He smiled his half smile at Lisa, and motioned her through the door.

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