Category: Erotica

Love Pill: Generations CH.04 [1/2]

[Ch.01, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/zuynke/love_pill_generations_ch01/)
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[3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/10hni73/love_pill_generations_ch03/)

**Chapter 4**

“Ellie,” I gasped, pumping my hips in and out of her, relishing my little sister’s delicious heat.

Her ear-piercing shriek was music to my ears. “D-DYLAN!”

Grunting, I wrapped my arms around her and stood up, carrying us forward and slamming my little sister against her bedroom wall.

“DYLAN!” She shuddered violently. “OH MY GOD!”

I didn’t care that I was hurting her. I didn’t care that I had corrupted my precious little sister. Ruined her angelic innocence—all because I couldn’t keep myself away from her.

All because I was as desperately in love with her.

“Dylan!” She tried to plant her feet on the ground to writhe away, but Ellie was too small, too short. She couldn’t do anything but stay there as I lost myself inside her virgin pussy. “You—you’re hurting me!”

“I don’t care,” I rasped, overwhelmed by intoxicating desire. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from brutally pounding into her impossibly tight cunt.

I repeated my words, punctuating them with a deafening thrust forward, making my little sister squeal after every successful connection. Read more »

He Doesn’t Have to Know [true story] [cheating] [side piece] [friends with benefits] [virginity] [revenge] [facesitting] [pussy eating]

((All characters were of legal age at the time of this story.))

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I met my husband, Angel, when we were both sophomores in school. That’s not his name, of course, but it may as well be, considering that he saved me; and of all things, he saved me with the most amazing sex I’d ever had up to the night of our first time together.

I was the new girl in class, about to turn sixteen, and he was the best friend of one of my classmates. He also had a crush on me, but I didn’t know that. Back then, the classmate – Amos, as I’ll call him – was the only guy in school that I knew *for sure* had a crush on me, and that drew my codependent ass to him like a moth to a flame. He asked me to Homecoming with only three days to spare till the dance, and I said yes, and we started dating the night of the dance.

All was well for about four months, maybe five. We should’ve ended it before the six-month mark, but we didn’t, instead pressing on in the name of what we thought was love. Read more »

Intimate time during a feminist invasion

This is my first time writing a story in English, so sorry if it’s not a very fluent text

Will had never expected that he, a grown up man, would be afraid to go outside on his own one day. But here he was, on his way home from work and scared of every shadow he saw. He had walked here a thousand times before, but the feeling of hostile eyes watching him was new to him.

Two young women walked in his direction. They didn’t realy pay attention to Will. They were walking a dog and chatting about cars, but Will didn’t take any risks. He went to the oder side of the road to avoid them. They might look innocent, but they were still women. Things had changed a lot in this city over the past two weeks and not for the better. Read more »

My Handyman [MF][consensual][anal][weed][420][appliance repair]

Thanks for reading everyone/anyone! This story is basically a porn trope, straight up. I wrote the first draft this during the pandemic while horny and high. I keep coming back to it and iterating and nibbling, so comments/critique are very welcome. Maybe it’s time to drop the pandemic references, who knows!

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now? Read more »

30 [m4f] Classic rear window trope… with less Hitchcock and more of his cock.

Ethan was running late. A month ago it wouldn’t have mattered much, really. But that was before he started falling into something of a routine. He watched at the same time, every day. He knew exactly how each of the shows started and he was often pretty good at deducing how they’d end. Heck, he even had a spot just for watching.

But, if he was going to keep up the new nightly routine, he was going to have to make good time. He thanked the cashier quickly, shook his head at the dollar and seventy-five cents worth of change, stuffed the bread and the eggs and the tomatoes and the bananas and the apples and the barley and the oats and the frozen strawberries and the pasta into a couple bags and made his way towards the exit.

He didn’t run, but he walked with a purpose. His tall, sinewy frame glided across the grocery store tiles with ease, his long legs carrying him quickly towards the crisp autumn air.

Ethan dropped the bags into the passenger seat, started the car and flicked it into drive in what seemed like a singular fluid motion. Read more »

There’s a first time for everything [foursome, lesbian, oral, anal, restraints, spanking]

Every first Friday of the month I get together with my 3 best friends from college. It’s been a tradition ever since we shared an apartment and watched movies or went out together. We all graduated a few months ago, but we continue to try and see each other once a month and have a good time over a few glasses of wine. This time however it’s just me and Elena since Savannah and Aubrey had some family celebrations going on. I arrived at Elena’s house with a bottle of our favorite rosé wine and rang her doorbell.

“Hey girl! How are you? Come on in,” a happy and excited Elena said after opening the door.

“I’m good thanks. Long week, happy to start relaxing,” I laughed at her while handing her the bottle of wine.

“Are you still seeing that creep you were seeing last time..?” she asked wearily.

“No, definitely not. Just a long week at work,” I reassured her.

“Good, you can get better than him,” Elena responded determinedly while I bent down to untie my laces and take off my shoes. Read more »

A Sleepless Night – all parts [MF] [sleep play] [somnophilia]

*Before you start reading, this theme came in as a request when I polled this community a few weeks ago. Be aware that both are consenting parties and this story is fictional. Be kind and enjoy :)*

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**PART I**

“Happy anniversary!”

I gently clinked the top of my champagne glass with Sarah’s before we took a sip. She smiled at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes twinkling.

“This place is beautiful,” she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing more than you deserve,” I smiled back, drinking in her features. After five years, I was still so in love. The restaurant I’d picked was high-end but I had more than enough money and I couldn’t think of anything better to spend it on than my amazing girlfriend.

As dinner came, we chatted and laughed and somehow made it through two bottle of champagne.

“That’s gone straight to my head,” I laughed as our plates were cleared. “Even with the meal.”

“It’s the bubbles,” Sarah nodded, grinning tipsily. “They’re dangerous!” Read more »

Daddy’s good little fluffer (M48/F38/F28) [Ff, MF, reluctant bi, atm]

I love my little Fluffy. She is such a good girl for daddy. Whenever I go to fuck one of my lady friends, I insist that she comes along—though not cums along, at least not usually.

Fluffy is 28, twenty years my junior. She is a not a slut by nature but she dresses like one for me. When we go into a fancy hotel lobby in midtown, the well-established women snicker, knowing that she’s this older man’s little playtoy. It’s kind of obvious from the outfit—from the ridiculously skimpy maid uniform to the heels to the dog collar. They can tell from the way she follows her daddy across the floor and to the elevator that she’s not a hooker. No hooker would act or dress like that in public.

In the elevator she takes off her panties, whether or not we’re alone, and shoves them in her purse. You might think I’d get a bit handsy with her, so to speak, but by that point I’m usually thinking of the chick waiting for me in the Patio Suite. Read more »

The Encounter [M51/F28] [first time, oral, cheat, standing carry]

I clutch my umbrella as I trod down the wet sidewalk. I’ve forgotten how persistently damp spring on the east coast can be. Living in the sunny southwest, I’ve been spoiled with the subtle luxury of a life without nor’easters. I wince as a blast of wind driven drizzle slaps me on the face. Mercifully, my intended refuge lies a half block ahead. A lively restaurant with warm light spilling out into the misty gloom of the deepening evening. I shake the wet droplets off my umbrella, deftly close it, and walk in.

I am met by bright, warm light and a cacophony of voices. This seems to be a popular haunt judging from the crowd. A long wooden bar dominates the left side of the space, while the dining room permeates the remainder. I ask the host if I can sit at the bar; a bored nod and a wave of a hand was my affirmative response. I head to the back corner of the bar, a quiet perch that allows me to see much of the restaurant. I settle myself on the barstool and order a drink. A no-frills gin and tonic. I’m in a mood for a bit of somberly frustrated introspection. Read more »

PLANNING A BUKKAKE Pt. 2 [piss] [squirt] [oral] [facials]

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The plan was set. My boyfriend found 11 guys and three girls (they just wanted to watch) to participate in our bukkake. And honestly, I felt a little safer knowing there would be some other girls there. Of course, then my mind started racing.

My boyfriend goes to the gym and all of that, but he’s no cage fighter. What if something happened? And then, my mind immediately went to a dark place. I’m on my knees. 11 guys standing around ejaculating on me. And then one of them tries something.

One of the three girls makes a run for it and manages to call the cops. What does she say? I can’t even imagine.

“Send the police! I’m at a bukkake and this guy –”

“I’m sorry ma’am, you’re at a what?” Read more »