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Mine. [very short story]

Fingers hooked on the front of your jeans and I dragged you close.

I read the uncertainty in your eyes, but there was no hesitation in my own. It didn’t take much to loosen your jeans, just a quick unsnapping of buttons and my hand was drawing them over your hips. I could feel your indecision like a low current along your skin, but while I was moving slowly, letting the jeans settle around your feet, I gave you no chance to escape. My hands moved to your wrists, drawing them over your head, and your shirt joined your jeans on the floor.

You were bared to me, clothed now only in the sheer fabric of your panties. I leaned forward, forcing you back a step, until you were trapped between me and the desk. My hands encircled your waist and I lifted you, settling your ass near the edge.

Knee nudging your thighs apart, I stepped between your legs and buried my right hand in the back of your hair. Drawing your head back to expose your throat, my words were spoken against the long curve of your neck.

"Mine." Read more »

The Transformation Chapter 1 (This is my first ever, appreciate the critiques, if there is interest then more to come, doesn’t get sexual until end of chapter 2)

Link to Chapter 2

Camille sat up at her table at Starbucks a little bit every time the bell hanging over the door rang. Navy suit with a red tie the email had said. She wasn't sure what he'd look like, she'd just responded to the ad on campus. It had been a simple flyer. Just a piece of paper on a bulletin board:

"Seeking attractive, young, intelligent female for important finance work, PART TIME"

The ad had contained a number. The number was answered by a man who took her name. A few hours later a call came and she was given an email. She sent her resume and was given a time and place for the interview. Camille had resisted the urge to get up and leave half a dozen times since she'd been waiting. She sighed. It was always nerve-wracking waiting for an interview and Camille had had too many go poorly recently. Pursuing her doctorate in political science was absolutely time consuming and though she needed the money and had a bachelors in finance there were too many interviewers who thought she wouldn't have the time to work. Read more »

SheilaStretch’s Alone on the Farm: Jane Wrecks Her Hole [Story tags include: Corruption, Fisting+, (some) Forced, sometimes a bit of beast…]

This is a story I've been working on for awhile. Chapter 5 is currently being edited, but I just realized I never did share the first 4 around here… It might be a bit extreme for some, but maybe some of you might be interested?

Chapter 1: http://legitkink.net/content/stories/sheilastretch/aloneonthefarm/janewrecksherhole-ch1

With a sudden pop the bottle slid easily all the way in, right up to her cervix and an uncontrollable shudder ran through her entire body as her muscles clamped fiercely around the bottle in a sudden orgasm.

Her whole body tingled with pleasure and she couldn’t help but massage a breast while gently sliding the bottle in and out of her warm, wet pussy. She hadn’t noticed herself holding her breath, but now she was panting heavily. She greedily fucked the bottle and moved it around trying to widen herself as much as possible, with the hope that it would loosen her up and make the next attempt a little easier.

That night she fell soundly asleep with a goal fully formed in her mind: She would stretch herself out and ruin her vagina so that no one but her would be able to enjoy it. Read more »

SheilaStretch’s Plutonian Propagation: wrecked holes, broken taboos & wanton cumsluts too! [Story tags include: M/S, MC, Mind-Break, Cum Obsession, Intentional Pregnancy, Fisting+, ect. ect…]

X-posted from /r/breeding… Mr. S and I have been working to get this finished for what seems like forever now, but it's finally done!

The story is broken up into 3 parts, with each part having a few 'main' kinks. If one chapter's focused kink doesn't appeal, the story is split in a way that you can absolutely skip to the next chapter to avoid the bit you're not interested in :)

The mother/son relationship is a primary theme, and progresses throughout all 3 chapters, but I guess we could say the first 2 chapters are really more about the mental processes our leading lady goes through to end up where she ends up by chapter 3 :D

Chapter summaries below:

Chapter 1: http://legitkink.net/content/stories/mister-s/plutonianpropegation/wreckedholes-pt1

Tags: slut, cum obsession, corruption, MC, mind-break, piercings, gangbangs, wrecked holes

Claire could see the cum spilling out of her overfilled hole, leaking out around her piercings and down her thighs and onto the sheets to form a sticky mess between her legs.

Her cunt was a sloppy, gaping, wrecked mess. She knew she should have been horrified, but… she couldn't bring herself look away. Read more »

A Penitent Man [feedback][short story][~9000][MF]

She opened the door to her room. The rush of delicate scents that met his nose was somewhat overpowering at first, but welcome. This girl sure loves her Victoria’s Secret. He dropped his bags onto the floor and waited for the opportune moment. And, just when she got close enough to her bed, he lunged at her. He wrapped her up in his arms and they went crashing into her mattress, a bundle of laughter and happiness. They settled down and stared deeply into each other’s eyes. They shared what would surely be only the first of many kisses during the coming week. They could feel the heat transferring between them. The familiar magnetism brought on by sexual tension. But they were tired; it had been a very long day. So, they decided to just go to bed. Read more »

Fantasy Fulfilled [mmmmf]

Being a big-shot executive was not how Samantha envisioned herself. After college, she'd taken the job at the publishing firm just to pay the bills. 7 years later, here she is, running the place. 16 hour days takes a toll on a woman. She's not had a steady relationship in 5 years, and it's been at least a year since she'd felt the heat of a man's breath in her ear, and the tingle of a man's tongue on the back of her neck.

Samantha was a stunning woman. She wore her dark brown hair short for efficiency's sake. She couldn't stand having to allow time in the day for hair styling. It was easy to see how she could command a room full of middle-aged English professors and bookstore executives. Her bright blue eyes had snatched more than one man's breath from his lungs. Add that to her hourglass figure, flawless skin, and long legs, and you've got the recipe for a woman with amazing powers of seduction. Just to put a cherry on top of it all, she always made sure her cleavage was available, just in case. Read more »

Do you care what Gender writes your Erotica?

Hi, erotica readers!

I'm considering starting a side career as an erotic author, focusing on a variety of kinks between loving, bonded characters.

As men or women (please clarify which you are),

Do you care if it's written by a man or a woman?
If so, would you prefer it to be written by a woman, or at least maintain the illusion that it is.
Am I at a disadvantage using a male pseudonym, or do some women find that attractive?

I focus on the viewpoints of both make and female characters, and as a man, I use my wife's perspective to balance mine, but I do all of the writing.

I'm happy to answer questions too so, whoo, mini AMA.

(edit: a word)

A little late, but my Halloween story. [mf] [oral] [piv]

Halloween is my favorite Holliday and this year, I made it extra special. I love dressing up, putting on the makeup and feeling very child-like again. I'm usually a pretty bland, skinny jeans and Vans type of chick, but Halloween brought out a totally different side of me.

I spent all of October going to different costume stores, trying things on, messing around with new hairstyles and everything else. I wanted to be 70 different things at once! I was indecisive and impatient. It was finally the 31st and I still wasn't in possession of an outfit. I needed a second opinion. I knew that I wanted something small, girly and temping. I had a small party to attend tonight and of course, I wanted to be the center of attention. But of course, it'll be all looking and no touching for anybody but Iann. He'd be the one with me on his arm all night, so he should approve of what I wear. Of course, that wouldn't be much. Read more »

Abandonment [very short story]

I want abandonment.

You know this place. It starts with a single kind touch. Soaking in the slow deliberation of hands that know your body well, your limbs are suffused with languid warmth. You become heavy with desire, the kind of weight that is light itself. You become a slave to sensation. You become potential.

It's just the beginning. I've fed you on soft kisses and forgiving touches. I've left love bites on your breasts, tasted the curve of your neck, nuzzled the apex of your thighs like a familiar pet. You have become deliciously plump and vulnerable.

You are a feast and I've become hungry.

I awaken you in the cold lines of fire cut into your skin. The heat of my mouth is no longer gentle; it burns a path along your stomach, searing flesh and branding my name into the curves of your body. Unforgiving teeth now mark your breasts. Fingernails bite into your thighs. You will not be left unmarked. Read more »

You ask me to cum while imagining you doing things to me.

Sadly, reading about the things you would do to me does not turn me on, much as I'd like it to.

I need to feel the heat of your cock through your briefs, feel your hot desire for me straining against the garment. I need to see your penis, run my hands on it, feel the hairs at the base, hear you shiver. I need to love with my eyes and hands and ears and lips in order to be turned on by your desire. I'd love to feel my lust welling up in me, odd as it sounds, in my throat. And my groin, and my heart which beats so loud I scarcely hear your moans.

I'd love to do some very light bondage with you, binding your hands with rubber bands that you can unfasten easily, but you are held captive by a look from me. I'd sit on your lap, naked waist down, tease your cock with my wetness. And these boobs of mine, that I never knew were this sexy, would be my weapons, my source of power over you. I'd undress, and would gaze into your eyes, and relish as they look hungrily from one set of eyes to another. I would love for your first contact with my pussy to be with your penis, which you push with such urgency that you miss my vagina and graze my labia and my clit – the feeling of penis on clit is indescribable. I wish… Read more »