So for context me 25m and my friend we will call AJ AJ is female I don’t know how old she is but she’s most likely in her late 30s my relationship with AJ is I give her achole 😂 but I also give her dog biscuits I’ve had a desire to do things with AJ for a while me and her are aways super happy to see each other I know what she drinks before she’s in the door I really wanna tell her how I feel but I dono if she feels anything back one time she came in with her overalls on but had the top hafe wrapped around her waste she was wearing a crop top I could see her body and tattoos I literally had excuse myself because she gave me a hard on and it was really noticeable luckily she didn’t see tho i can’t help but wonder if she did or not me and AJ where at a friends party we were both really drunk and we both went outside she had this really thin dress on so I put my jacket around her and hugged her to witch she said thank you we looked at each other I genuinely thought we where gonna kiss but someone came over to talk to her ever since then every time I see her all I wanna do is just tell her I wanna be her friend with benefits I don’t know what to do
Category: Erotica
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 5 – Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Romance] [Plot heavy]
**Barbara**
I am not used to thinking about politics.
That was never meant to be my hobby.
But monsters cut me off from my mom and dad. They said I was brought up in the wrong way. That my parents practiced bad politics.
I hated the school, but at least I could say it wasn´t political. For more than two and half months, I live in the school. And it is about politics so much. While Weatherby is preaching Androcentrism to us, he is the little dictator, with us being the voters who lost the vote. I mean, females once struggled to gain a vote, and in the new era nobody votes, so at least in this sense, we citizens are equal.
The agenda of our class is political, and the worst are visits of spokeswoman Arnolph. She is usually training us to be little fucking summit talkers.
The one I loved back then [Hotwife] [MF]
My girlfriend wrote this for me after I told her about my hotwife fantasy. Feel free to reach out if you have any real life experience!
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They pulled into the gas station a little past eight, just after the sun had gone down. It was a vintage convertible corvette, restored, with a beautiful fire engine red finish. She sat in the passenger seat in a little black dress, her makeup fresh, ready for the night of dancing they had planned. She had curled her hair and shaved, and she had gotten her perfume just right this time. It was their first proper date night in a few months–work had just gotten so busy.
Nick walked into the store to pay for gas–the card reader was broken. As he walked in, he noticed the attendant staring at his car.
“Like her?” he asked.
The attended looked to be in his 40s, tall, well-built, brown hair cut short, with a defined jaw.
“I had one just like her,” he grinned, looking Nick in the eyes. “Boy she was fun to handle.”
Nick grinned back.
“Oh she’s a blast.”
Almost Jasmin Weather (MF)
It’s been a pretty long and shitty winter in Australia but we’re in Spring and heading toward Summer; warmer days and maybe a little bit of Jasmin weather.
I work in a modern city office, it was gutted a couple of years back and refurbished; the landlord was keen to get a tennant and it was re-carpeted, painted and fitted out with the latest office furniture. Our desks a boomerang shaped, with a backboard that creates a barrier between your desk neighbour in front, and partly obscures those on either side. The desks are fancy adjustable ones with a motor that raises up both the desk and the backboard into a standing position. Each desk has an office chair, a little pedestal unit of drawers and a gas lift stool that you can sort of rest your backside on when standing. My desk backs onto the rear and side walls of the office with another row of desks in front. I’m essentially in a glass corner and the rest of my row is vacant. Jasmin sits opposite me.
A Strange Compulsion Chapter 02
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This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
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STORY:
Janice was in the girls’ room, in a cubicle, rubbing her clit. Suddenly, she heard some footsteps accompanied by a pair of voices.
“I don’t understand why you would agree to go out with him. Is it because of your parents?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know. I have to admit, it would make things a lot easier.”
Then what about us? I thought we loved each other.”
Shared Property: the King of the Amazons, Part 6/6, Chapters 7 & 8 [f on m freeuse, fantasy, giantess, impregnation, breeding, role reversal, femdom, dubcon, grool, MF, MFFFFFFFFFFFF]
Continued from [Part 5](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymgdoc/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_56/?)
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**Chapter 7 cont’d**
Passing through the kitchen, I washed the mango juice from my hands and splashed some water from the flowing trough onto my crotch to clean off some of the sex fluids that had gathered there from the soon to be pregnant women.
There were six women in the workroom. Two were sewing, one at the desk, one sweeping, and the other two sitting on a couch. I sat across from them on the other couch.
I understood their hello to me because of my lessons, but I did not understand anything more that they said. A moment later they stood up and moved behind the couch to take a large heavy rug out. They rolled it open on the floor next to the couches and then removed their white robes. They were lean but not so muscular like the warriors I had served. The warriors had been mostly flat chested due to no body fat, but these women filled out their figure a little more since they were not often out hiking through the jungles kidnapping unexpecting Norwegian scientists. They were tall like all the others and wore their dark hair in two braids, as their style seemed to be.
Shared Property: the King of the Amazons, Part 5/6, Chapter 7 [f on m freeuse, fantasy, giantess, impregnation, breeding, role reversal, femdom, dubcon, grool, MF, MFFFFFFFFFFFF]
Continued from [Part 4](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymg82y/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_46/?)
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**Chapter 7 The King and His Attendants**
The afternoon passed and evening approached. The women in the tent packed up their things, dressed, and then left the tent, climbing the stairs and disappearing in the shadow of passageway to exit the amphitheater. I looked out from the side of the tent at the other tents and umbrellas throughout the amphitheater. Some I could see were occupied and others were empty. If I visited them, I am sure that I would be expected to serve each occupant. Was I up for that? My stomach rumbled, hunger activated by the bit of bread and cheese I’d just eaten.
Deciding not to visit other tents, I descended the steps and walked on the path back to the house hoping to find some food.
In the courtyard entry of the house, I passed the two women that I had fucked earlier, the guards. They were standing by the door speaking with one of the white-robed women, leaning on their spears. The white-robed woman saw me approach, said goodbye to the guards, and hurried inside, leaving the door standing open for me. The guards nodded an acknowledgement to me with neutral expressions on their faces as I passed.
Shared Property: the King of the Amazons, Part 4/6, Chapter 6 [f on m freeuse, fantasy, giantess, impregnation, breeding, role reversal, femdom, dubcon, grool, MF, MFFFFFFFFFFFF]
Continued from [Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymg6gj/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_36/?)
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**Chapter 6 The Tents**
Before I could reach the fountain, two white-robed women stepped out from the shade of the shelter where my throne was. They said nothing but began to disrobe themselves as I stepped into the fountain. Naked, they gathered bottles of soap and followed me into the water. I had not planned to be washed by others, but I happily accepted their assistance. Their touch was delicate, and their sweet voices mixed with the sound of splashing water as they chatted with each other merrily. I pondered how my experiences here swung like a pendulum between being pampered like royalty to an objectified walking penis. Or more precisely, a walking cum dispenser.
With my bath over, complete with tender ass scrubbing, the women and I stepped out of the fountain dripping wet. Another white-robed woman was waiting to hand me a linen towel, but I declined it. I did not have clothes anyway, and the sun was hot so it felt nice to be wet, at least for a little while.
My Excellent Vacation Part 1[Creampie][Pool][Voyeur][Masturbation][Everyone is 18+]
June 19th
“Happy Birthday!” my wife Sarah says as she hands me an envelope. She shifts in her seat slightly with a nervous smile. She’s not usually the type to get nervous, in fact, she’s one of those free-spirited girls that go along with anything, no questions asked.
I take the envelope between my fingers and notice that it’s slightly heavier than I would have expected. It is scarlet in color with my name written across the front. Turning it over, I see a silver wax seal stamped with the image of a lotus flower. I bring the sides of the envelope together, opening it slightly as I look inside. Inside, there is something shiny, a razor-thin object about the size of a dollar bill. I reach inside and pull out a shiny golden bill, I read “1 troy oz .9999 fine gold” stamped on the bottom right corner. I notice her nervous smile widens slightly.
“Turn it over,” she says impatiently.
Stamped on the golden ticket in an intricate swirling script are the words. “June 20 through 27 Admittance One”.
“What’s this for?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” Sarah responds. “Pack up, we’re leaving first thing in the morning.”
I Got Used as a Fluffer and Cum Dump by the Boss [26F]
Got me a message from Babs Tuesday afternoon.
Wanna fuck?
Now?
I’m at work. Obviously not. After work.
Sure. Come over. What time?
I have to work late. So. 7? 7:30?
Okay
Great. Fuck session set.
Then I get to thinking. I’ve been dressing like a homeless person … a rich homeless person but still homeless … most of my time off.
So I message her back.
Dinner first?
On a Tuesday?
People don’t eat on Tuesdays?
You know what I meant
I wanna dress up
Fine. Pick a spot.
<restaurant> is open. 7:30?
That’ll take too long. I have to work tomorrow.
And?
Fine
Okay I booked.
Come by my office at 7 we can leave
I answer some questions on here. I get ready. Put on a black mini dress that only leaves my legs exposed. I decide to plug myself. I message her again.
You plugged?
No. Are you?
Yes. Do you have one with you?
No
Ok. I’ll bring you one. Don’t worry fellow readers I sanitize my stuff.