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Category: Erotica
Playing Games All Evening ;) [MF] [Teasing] [Brat] [Rough] [Kinky]
He was tall and built. Shaggy sort of hair, not quite curly, not quite surfy, somewhere in-between. He couldn’t stop smiling as he gently pulled my nylons down my thighs, and off my legs completely. He brought his open mouth down on my thighs, like he was about to bite into my flesh and savour all my juices. He moved his mouth over my inner thighs, wet and sloppy. I loved being on my back like this, watching. I could tilt my head back at any moment and melt into my own little world, so aware of this other so close to me, wanting. And I could sit up a bit, savouring every glance, feeling such delicious anticipation. His hands grabbed and kneaded my ass as he kept on kissing- now my hips, edging closer to my clit but never close enough to feel satisfied. I squirmed and he smiled. His cock was hard under his cheap boxers. My mind started wandering and now it couldn’t stop. How I wanted to take him in my mouth and hear him moan. How I wanted to really take him deep and hear him moan louder, furrow his brow, and look down at me. I wanted to do this with him standing beside the bed, and me, back arched, ass high, hands grasping at his balls and inner thighs..I wanted him to feel so good that he’d have to close his eyes and concentrate every ounce of his being on not cumming..
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 3 – Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Dubcon] [Plot heavy]
**Barbara**
Meat. Dead meat.
I cut a steak for lunch, and repellent tassels flew out.
What did the warden say?
“Romano’s lungs were full of water, and a piece of debris tore through his chest. Disgusting like the contents of my plate. And I almost added them to the wreckage.”
I ate just enough so they wouldn’t think I was on a hunger strike. My stomach didn’t want to be alive. It was trying to expel the mustiness brought on by Enzo’s death. We fucked, we could even get to know each other. If Jenine, our dear savior, killed him, I don’t want to be saved by her anymore!
After lunch, according to the latest schedule update, Homemaking was supposed to follow, but Weatherby and Arnolph took us, the Loyalists, away. In the cabinet, they introduced us to our extraordinary testing – New Family Week. During that, we will be visiting the co-lector and her lover to live with them as their daughter and help in the house.
The Vampire’s Retainer
They were in the decadent restaurant car of a train. She hadn’t realized ones like this nice still existed. There were several dressed tables, but they were the only people there. The wait staff had been waved away for the time being.
“I have never touched your mind.” he said softly. “But I need you to feel secure in that, to know what it would feel like, were I to break your trust. Is it okay if I touch it now?”
“Yes.” she replied.
He blinked, a deliberate gesture on his part to help him appear alive. The effect was lost on her though, because she was too well aware of what he was. She was also keenly aware that his chest didn’t move, undead monsters didn’t need to breathe. His heart didn’t beat either; everything combined gave him an eerie stillness, as if you could see visually how little time effected him. He was the vampire Cortez.
“I want you to know I take no pleasure in this.” said Cortez, placing a clear glass bottle with tiny white tablets near the tea pot. “Take the bottle, and swallow one of those pills.”
A new year’s thought
It’s New Year’s and we’re out at some party and we’re hanging out but it’s a basic party so we end up leaving early.
We go outside and it is wicked cold!!
but my truck has remote start and it’s heated up so we get in and I turn on the heated seats for good measure and we stop shivering haha.
As we stop at a red light I look over at you and make eye contact and I ask “do you like me to take you home” while looking into your eyes, you’re not entirely sure what to say the light turns green no movement so I ask again and this time your eyes narrow and you lean in for a kiss and then one hand on my upper thigh you whisper in my ear “take me home”
I can feel your fingernails digging in.
You sit back and I start driving.
You never remove your hand from my thigh and you’re moving it up and down touching me knowing that I haven’t done anything in quite a long time.
I look over at you kind of indignant and you smirk knowing that you’re teasing me!
Part III: Wife Accepts a Stranger’s Invitation [hotwife, cuckold, bondage sex, some bdsm, slow psychological build-up]
Behind her back, he closed the cuffs around her delicate wrists with practiced moves. The stranger leaned into her hair again, drinking in its sweet but foreign scent again as he undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Bare-chested now, he gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it down slowly but firmly, watching with satisfaction as her body arched toward his. His other hand found her the soft bush above her pussy, rubbing it slowly, lightly. He could feel her body stiffen and tremble slightly. On a whim, he flitted a finger across her clit and was rewarded with a moan and a deep shudder. “Horny little slut, aren’t you?” he asked mischievously. He plunged a finger between her pussy lips, discovering her warm wetness swallowed his finger eagerly.
“Please, sir,” she managed between gasps as he explored her more. “Please …”
Holly’s Tales – Part 15
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/)
The warmth of the air in the cabin is pleasant, especially since my neck, breasts, belly and panties are soaking wet from the combined drool that has been sliding down between us. The girl and I have inched closer to find a more relaxing position. Her eyes are currently closed but I can’t tell if she’s asleep or not. Nearly thirty minutes have passed since our mutual captor had sat down to observe us on the bench together. I have glanced over a couple of times, but she has elicited no emotion so far. The girl’s head and mine are turned towards each other slightly and our nipples brush together occasionally, but we are able to support our body weight at the shoulders for the most part. With our hands bound behind us, and our mouths bound in an endless kiss that can never finish, the majority of our saliva has slid down my front. Her body is coated as well though. Each time our nipples touch, I can feel the drool strings between us.
Panties, sexting and lies [M21/F21][Spanking + exhibitionism]
Evelyn sat in the back row of the lecture hall, dozing off while listening to the droning voice of her history professor. It was the first class of the afternoon and with her belly full of lunch and the room heated to comfortable temperatures, it was hard to stay awake.
A welcome distraction came when her phone buzzed with a message from her boyfriend Adam.
“Dinner at your place tonight?”
“Yes, please. See you tonight.”
Evelyn played with her phone for a bit longer, hoping for another reply. This class was boring and her professor wasn’t one of those handsome younger ones she sometimes fantasized might use a wooden ruler on a naughty girl’s behind when she dozed off in class or texted with her boyfriend.
Luckily Adam replied not much later.
“What are you doing now?”
“I’m in class. History. Boring…”
“What are you wearing?”
“I told you I’m in class.”
“I thought you were bored?”
“What are you wearing in class?”
Evelyn smiled and glimpsed at the students beside her, neither of them would be able to read her texts. They were dozing off themselves.
Please Help Me Be A Bimbo Slave
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It’s surprising how much I love thinking about myself as a TOTAL SLAVE when all my life I considered myself a feminist. I scoffed at the idea that any woman could truly be turned on by submission, when now I have the new understanding that women are MEANT to be submissive to men. We are literally designed to be filled with hard cocks and even our throats stretch a little more so we can fill them with dick. Gagging on a cock is as much fun for me as it is for you, and I love looking at myself in the mirror when I am choking on a penis because I look at my most beautiful. Bimbos love to see themselves used, sweaty and teary-eyed begging for cock. I know how to beg for cock now and I have also learned how good girls always beg for more. I am begging you for more now if you haven’t gathered that yet. Do you have a large cock for me sir? Mary needs to be reminded of her place again.
‘Nudge’
It was 9 pm on a Thursday. The bar was sparsely occupied. That wasn’t unusual for a weeknight. With a 90% heterosexual male patronage in attendance, the odds of ‘getting lucky’ with a female appeared to be pretty low. The sole lady drinking at the counter was quite attractive but had politely refused all offers of personal attention. Her unspoken vibe conveyed that she wasn’t interested in any of the ‘hungry sharks circling the water’. The message was clearly received. Respectfully, they gave her space.
The only other female present, sat alone in a dimly-lit booth in the back. None of the would-be Romeos present bothered with her either. Sitting that far away from the bartender was an even stronger indication she wanted to be left alone. It just wasn’t anyone’s night, by the looks of things. Then an unexpected thing happened. The lady from the booth rose up, walked over to the solitary woman at the bar and sat down beside her on the next stool. More than a couple of the hopeful guys snorted or rolled their eyes in mock disgust. They hadn’t counted on ‘that’.