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Lechomancher Chapter 8: Disobedience [MF]

Viv swished her hips as she walked down the hall to Lisa’s bedroom. Her mistress was following behind, and Viv’s fingers were linked around her wrist. With her Demon Tail inserted, a stiff wand of increasing anal beads, she was on the edge of orgasm, until Lisa allowed her to come. Lisa watched her glisten with sweat, naked and eager to please her. The Succubi was desperate to get her into the bedroom, to please Lisa and earn her own relief.

The glowing blue gothic door caused Lisa to slow. Viv seemed to ignore it, but with the tail, Viv ignored almost everything. Lisa wasn’t sure her friend could see it. The Master had brought – summoned? Was that the word? – summoned it into her hallway a few days earlier, and then forbidden her from going through it. Lisa stopped to look at it.

“Please,” Vivian begged, her dark eyes desperate, “let’s go.”

“Can you see that door?”

The Asian woman nodded, and then leaned down to kiss Lisa. Their tongues danced for a moment, before Lisa gently pushed Viv away.

“Doesn’t it make you curious?”

“No. I’ve been through it.” Read more »

[mf] 2014 literature award winning erotica

It was round 6 bong and I was giving myself a wank in my mum's room. She usually comes home from nannying at 9 bong. I didn't even hear me mum come in til she says, "oi are u avin urself a wank on me bed?" I imediately started to blush and I turned around so she couldn't see my todger in me hands. "Swear on me mum, I wasn't doing nuffin."
I glanced back and I could see me mums was undressing, "Fancy a shag mate?"
"Mum, I swear on me life, my willy is harder than Jamie T can rap, mate." I told her.
Me mum walked towards the bed and used her gabber to polish me knob. Being a young bruv growing up in Liverpool, porn is banned in the UK, I didn't even know this was a thing. I glanced outside and looked at Big Ben; it was 7 bong and I tells me mum I am about to squidy. She stops polishing me and takes me chilly willy out her gabber and says, "Fancy the ole in out in out, do ya mate?"
Seeing me mum's old, nanny knockers flab up and down when I put me stiffy in her snatch made me instantly tickety-boo and my bonk juice landed in her tea. "oi mate swear it on me life I am mate, I'll deck ya in." she said while her own spooge landed in her tea. "Cor blimey mate." is what she said as it happened.
At 10 bong, we were listening to Jamie T on the sofa. I couldn't stop glancing at her yellow stained, crooked teeth. Me pecker started to get hard. Me mum noticed me erect dong rising from me pants. "u fockin cheeky cunt mate." She got up from the sofa and started to seductively sing. "SHEILA GOES OUT WITH HER MATE STELLA." matching the rythme and timing of Jamie T. Me whang is throbbing hard and pushing against the fabric of me pants. "GETS PULLED ALL OVA A FELLA." I couldn't take it any more and pulled down me pants and griped me tockley and started to toss me lodger.
As time progressed, me mum started to sing other songs besides Sheila. Me strokes matched her singing of John Lennon's chorus to Across the Universe. Then suddenly an all consuming sound rang across England; BONG! BONG! "Oi mum it's 12 bong it is mate." and my le petite mort was triggered like a tumblr femnist. Streams of genetic material coated the small apartment we shared and soon, there was only white and the smell of bleach. We both passed away from suffocation that night. My wooffy pudge was too sticky and we couldn't escape.

It’s Good to be Home (first attempt at erotica – comments/critique/anything welcome)

As I said, my first attempt – worth continuing? Sorry, forgot the category and can't edit the title – [MF] is really all for now.

Levin sat back back in his chair, rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. 7:35 already and not much to show for another long day. Kyla should be home by now, but wasn't. Her flight must have been delayed. Probably just as well, he would have just been distracted. He tried to remember if they had anything to eat in the apartment; she usually did the shopping and she’d been gone for almost a week.

He raised his arms above his head and stretched, feeling his white dress shirt straining at his biceps. With a resigned sigh, he dropped his arms and closed the lid of his laptop. Just as he was heading to the fridge he heard keys in the lock. Kyla. In an instant the weight of the day lifted from his body. He moved to the door. Read more »

The Girl From OkCupid (M/F, BDSM, Dom/Sub)

"Hi sir."

"Glad to hear from you."

"What do you like sir?"

"I like that you're calling me sir. I like making a girl beg to cum. And teasing her with it. I like choking and slapping. And I'm very good at what I do."

"Can u go into detail?"

"I would pull you to the bed by your hair and throw you down onto it. I would rip off your clothes and run my fingers up your body and just as you were getting comfortable I'd bite your nipple. Scream and I'll cover your mouth and stick my finger in."

"Can u make me cry?"

"Do you want me to make you cry?"

"Absolutely."

"I can make you cry."

"How?"

"Let me get there. We're just getting started."

"Okay sorry sir."

"I'll finger you until you can't take it any more, slapping your face and pinching your nipples when you're least expecting it. When you say you're going to cum my hand goes around your throat and I tell you to wait. I keep going in, thrusting with my fingers hitting your g spot and your eyes start to water." Read more »

Naughty Fairy Tales 1

Once upon a time , there was a young girl with chestnut hair and eyes of brown and gold and skin so fair . She lived in a small quiet village and though it was small and quiet she was very happy there. But lately she had become to grow restless and her small village seemed to grow even smaller. But not today . Today was the day she got to visit her grand mother and bring her, her Sunday dinner . Time to be alone with nothing but her thoughts and the sounds of the forest . Read more »

Who is a good boy? [mf] [bdsm] [dom/sub] [puppyplay] [drugs]

Here we go… It's my first text in this subreddit and I hope I did the tagging etc right. I wrote this based on a real evening after my boyfriend and me came home super horny and still a bit infused from the drugs… Enjoy!

You know how it feels. You know how it feels when you come down from the drugs. Your head gets confused, you talk about random shit and you … get this thing. The tension between you and your darling. You tell them everything. They tell you everything. And then, when you are home you Fuck – Each- Other – So – Freaking – Hard.

Beginning by just talk about all your dirty secrets, fantasising about pleasuring each other, you suddenly find yourself naked, pressed against the floor by her hands and your dick in her mouth. Oops. Read more »

Sneak peek #2: The Visitor Takes a Trip — In the Pines [MF, implied MMF threesome]

The Visitor Takes a Trip Sneak Peek #2: In the Pines A Friendly Ménage Tale

Prior and Cherry’s house sat in its own little valley — hollow — and looked as if it were half-way between being rebuilt and falling down out of exhaustion.

“He works in construction. So it’s kinda like the shoemaker’s kids not having shoes,” Jessie said when she saw Lea’s expression. “Bought it couple of years back as a fixer-upper, ain’t quite fixed it up. But it won’t fall down. At least, probably not. Not tonight, anyways.”

When they approached the house, the couple were sitting in a glider in the front yard, and something about their body language told Lea that they’d just finished fucking — or were just getting ready to.

Well. Maybe that was just in Lea’s own perverted brain.

In any case, when Jessie opened the gate, the woman who must have been Cherry jumped up to greet her and them, while her fiancé stood slowly, rearranging himself before sauntering over. So it probably wasn’t just Lea’s brain. Read more »

What You Can’t Have. [Anal], [mf], [mmf], [oral], [very light BDSM], [cheating]

The night was going well so far. She had first seen him mincing about on the dance floor in the club. Something about him really caught her attention, and it wasn't his fucked up dance moves. In order to get a closer look at him she dragged some of her friends onto the dance floor near him. At this distance she liked what she saw even more: late twenties, well over six feet, lean and athletic, with long curly hair past his shoulders. The wedding ring he wore was an enticement more than a put off.

Rachael was five ten, slim but well rounded with big firm tits and full round arse. Her long black hair, green eyes and pale complexion giving her a certain unusual attraction. Yes, she looked good, and she knew it. However, he didn't seem interested in the girls around him, and just concentrated on dancing, smiling at his own piss taking. Rachael quickly decided that a few meaningful glances would be a waste of time and that a more direct action was needed.

Handing her drink to her friend she backed towards him until her firm arse rubbed against his hip. That got his attention all right as, without a word, he slipped his muscular arms around her thin waist from behind. Read more »

“An unceasing desire” Installment 1 of possibly many to come (hah)

So writing is fun, but takes a lot of time. If you guys like this story so far I'll add more later. It's going to be about man and his increasingly persistent libido, which leads to many interesting encounters but eventually disrupts his psychology and mental health and leads him to disaster and depression… until he encounters a mysterious girl named Lihua, who helps him to overcome this affliction.

Dear Lihua, Where to begin? After reading my note, you may not believe me. You may think that I am a deviant pervert, a delusional eromaniac or simply a stalker. But I must tell you, and I must thank you Lihua, for saving me from the torture that I had lived for thirty five years of my sad life.

Lihua, if that is your real name. We met only once nearly seven years ago. To you, that night was probably only a fleeting bit of fun or rebellion; you were so young and without a care in the world. You told me you were twenty three, but I didn't believe it even then. I could tell from your honest eyes and your smooth, tender skin… and from the way you giggled and your high voice. I only hope that you were of age… I imagine that since then you have changed quite a lot. I only hope that the world was not overly cruel in taking away your youth. I hope that I did not contribute to that inevitability…
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