collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Let’s say you’re writing a scene and person A is smothering person B with their ass.
Person B is still talking, but it’s muffled. For the sake of the scenario, let’s say they’re begging for more.
In the comments, please show me examples of what B’s dialogue could look like.
I appreciate any participation and suggestions/advice, thank you!
Side note, this one is real, but long-form confessions are out of fashion on other subs.
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I fell pretty hard down the erotic hypnosis rabbit hole in December and had to quit, but the effects are still there.
I found a couple videos that were super hot about cleaning as a horny maid so I could have some fun while doing chores. The creator had other videos with more extreme content like personality replacement, bimbofication, and dumbification that I didn’t care for and decided not to watch. I’m very picky about sex and have never been the type to dress skimpy or play dumb.
Well, the videos I did watch had several sneaky bits about changing you and wanting to obey. I started craving her voice more and more. It was so fucking hot to hear her moan and tell me what to do.
I figured I’d start listening to the other videos and ignore the segments I didn’t like, since hypnosis isn’t real anyway. I ended up watching more of the creator’s videos and listened to endless hours of conditioning about being pretty in pink, being a perfect fuck doll, desiring to serve, being happy in submission, pushing my thoughts out, craving cock in every hole etc.
Dear Diary !
What happened last night, shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t entirely my fault. Or was it? No. Most certainly not. In Fact i had no role to play in it at all. It happened to me. I am the Victim here, if anything. But why do I feel a deep sense of guilt within? Let me try and piece back the story from the bits I can recollect.
I was invited to Sean’s dinner party. He was finally going to introduce me to his friends as a token of his commitment to our now year-long relationship. I remember being nervous. I knew that his friends had a heavy influence on who he dates. I wanted to impress them all. After all i loved Sean. Almost to the point of madness.
I dressed up sharp in my new black satin slip dress that i had been wanting to wear for Sean. He was really into Satin. The dress fit me beautifully with a snug body fit. I knew Sean wouldn’t approve of me wearing this infront of his guy friends but i thought ‘what the hell’, the agenda for tonight was to impress those very friends. Also, given that I’d likely be spending the night at Sean’s place, I put on my matching pearl white minimal thongs and polka dot cotton lacy bra.
I was at a convention recently and came out the other end of it with several new experiences! Went to a few sex parties, an underwear party, all sorts of fucking and sucking going on at this hotel at all times.
I was hanging out with this one person for most of the con and they took every opportunity they could to touch me. There was always a hand on my body, usually squeezing my ass. We were together at a cuddle party and their hand was under my clothes very publicly feeling me up, it didn’t matter if someone was looking. They put their head between my thighs and were just biting them and sucking on them while I was having a regular conversation. They took me to their room and fucked my throat until they came – I had no other option than to swallow it. Their cock was just like ramming into the back of my throat and I couldn’t help but gag and drool everywhere, I was tearing up a little but it’s worth it to be someone’s hole to fill up. They held my head against their cock until the cum slid down my throat, not even giving me the chance to spit. I would’ve swallowed anyways honestly but it was hot being forced to.
Kristen found a table to her liking and sat down in the high backed wooden chair. The thick oaken table seemed to not care that a heavy book and her own body weight leaned upon it. She had been waiting to pull this book for her term paper. She had already let a week slip by when she could have started this paper. There were just so many things to do as a college freshmen. It was her first paper of college and she wanted to impress her professors. The book cover was finely decorated and built to last as its bold title declared its preeminence. “A Brief History of the Last Revolution.”
Kristen swept her chestnut hair to the side and took a deep breath, letting her perky c-cup breasts rise and fall to calm her excitement. Still she couldn’t shake her enthusiasm for the story of how the world came to embrace Free Use. Abundant clean energy, new inventions, elimination of almost every disease, beauty and sex appeal bred and engineered in every person, flying cars, and of course absolute world peace between every nation and people were achieved after Free Use was adopted.
The night ended with me in the shower, sitting on the tile, letting the warm water cascade down my body rinsing me of the debauchery that was the day. My husband joined me in the shower, briefly, only to make sure I was okay. I was. It was just a lot. A lot of sex. A lot of cum. A lot of orgasms. A lot of every fucking thing. It was my first gangbang. And, just…holy fuck!
Last year we had a super bowl sex party of sorts. If you follow me, you know what happened, and it was hot as fuck. I was basically a free-use sex toy for my husband and his friends, but a girl was there too, so we all had fun. It turned into a giant orgy, well not too giant, just 5 guys and 2 girls, but still, which paved the way for our new swinger lifestyle, sex with others, non-monogamy blah blah blah. Well, after almost a year of fooling around with other people and branching out sexually, I wanted another sex party. But this time, I wanted to be more daring, and more, dominated. I also wanted to be the only girl. Mission fucking accomplished.
He returned home early after a very hectic morning, only wishing for a cold drink and his wife’s legs up on his shoulders while they fucked. Today was her day off so he knew she’d be somewhere around the house, equally anxious for his touch.
It seemed like a good idea to not announce his arrival back home. Surprising her would be fun; maybe they could enact some of the more wilder, invasive roleplaying they’d talked about but never done.
He was already hard when he reached the foot of the stairs, thinking about everything he wanted to do to his wife. Hopefully most of it wouldn’t forever live in fantasy-land. When he took his first step up the staircase he heard a tantalizing sound that made him even harder.
His wife’s vibrator, a thick Magic Wand, was buzzing away upstairs. The pleasurable sound was undeniable.
He smiled and took the stairs two at a time, as quick as he could. His cock throbbed in his pants as he yearned to find out what position she was in. Was she lying on her back? Maybe on all fours with the Magic Wand jammed between her legs and her supple ass ready for him? Did she know he was home and was waiting for him, or was she just having a bit of fun anyway?
Taking a dip in the pool was a fantastic idea. The water was cleansing and refreshing, especially after my time with Emily earlier. After she left I texted Nolan to tell him, I was feeling terrible too and that I’d just be staying home the rest of the day. I took a quick shower and went to my room buck naked since no one was going to be in the house, except for Emily later that evening, though as I lay on my bed I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting to do something.
As I fell into my bed, I started to take in the scent of sweat and sex from the used sheets. Thinking that must have been forgetting to do, but the exhaustion of the day’s activities had all caught up to me at that point and decided to leave for later. My eyelids felt heavier than ever and decided not to fight it. Once I was asleep, I began to have vivid dreams, or more like re-creations of the time Emily and I spent on that very bed.
“Maybe Allison should give everyone blowjobs!”
Allison’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. This was the most offensive thing she had ever heard and she wasn’t standing in a bar with drunk perverts; this was the meeting room of a respectable company. She was a talented software engineer, inexperienced sure, but ambitious, which is why she had volunteered to be part of the social committee. Today they were meeting to discuss what they could do for an office of about 70 people for Valentine’s Day.
Allison’s tight jeans unintentional did showcase the bubbliness of her buttocks, and her form-fitting polo shirt betrayed the unusual largeness of her breasts for her short stature. But, as far as she could tell, she had been dressing and acting in a professional manner and that joke felt completely out of place. She was ready to escalate a formal complaint all the way to head office… until everyone laughed. Even the only two other woman in the whole office didn’t share her disgust but joined in the laughter. One of them jokingly wrote that suggestion on the board. Next to “Give chocolates” was “Blowjobs from Allison”, which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison’s own manager approved her time off from her current tasks.
[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10nw1kd/mf_the_plantation_owners_daughter_a_forbidden/)
Rose’s blonde long hair is styled in an elegant updo, with a few tendrils framing her cute pale face. Her hair is pulled back and pinned in a way that creates a polished look while still appearing effortless. The tendrils framing her face add a touch of femininity and soften the overall look. Her bright blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight and her red perky lips complement her pale complexion.
She is wearing a long white dress that is cinched at the waist with a pink ribbon. The dress has a full skirt that falls to her ankles, and a fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline, which dips down to show off her delicate collarbones and arms. The dress is made of a lightweight linen fabric, perfect for a warm day. The pink ribbon cinched at the waist adds a touch of color to the dress and creates a flattering silhouette, accentuating her lush bosom. A pair of elegant beige heels complements the dress with a pointed toe and a moderate heel height for an elegant lift.