Rosie had always loved trains. Everything about them drew her in, from the stoic way they danced across the plains to the ephemeral trail of smoke they pumped into the pure blue sky. The 4-4-0 she was traveling on wailed plaintively as it left the station and picked up speed. If she hadn’t already been occupied with living a life of sin, she would surely have found an honest job tending the coals or maintaining the railroad lines. For now, though, it was hard to beat the thrill of a high-stakes robbery. She was no murderer, but those unfortunate enough to cross her path had no idea how far she would go to get what she wanted. Most of the time, the gold she spirited away was reward enough. Lately, however, she had come to appreciate the subtler details of her crimes: the mix of hatred and fear in her victims’ eyes, the pause most people had before reluctantly entering the combination to a safe, the defeated posture of a man who lost it all.
Category: Erotica
The Teacher Returns Part 2 [M57/F35/M35][BDSM][Humiliation][Degradation][Extreme][Cuckold][Bi][May not be humanly possible]
I slide the saw horse to you, slamming the end of the cross beam into your cage. I lower the cables on your wrists so that you are laying on the cross bar, the rough wood running from your caged pecker up to your chin. I secure your hands and feet to the horse, and then position myself at your face.
Your wife picks up the dildo
“May I, Teacher?” she asks me, pointing at your ass.
“Of course, my cunt. Have your way with your cuck.”
She straps up and before you know it, she is pounding your ass as hard as she can.
“MMMFFFF AAAHHHH ” you scream as I remove the dildo gag. But your mouth isn’t empty for long. I replace the 4 inch replica of my cock with 6 inches of the real thing.
“Cunt tells me that you’re getting good at cocksucking. Apparently all the workers enjoyed you.” I complement you.
The Teacher Returns Part 1 [M57/F35/M35][BDSM][Humiliation][Degradation][Extreme][Cuckold][Bi][May not be humanly possible]
The hard tiles are cold against your face as you lay on the floor of what was once your man cave and is now The Teacher’s fuck room. Brightly lit, with a tile floor and walls and a large drain in the middle of the floor, you appreciate the ease of cleanup. There are rings and hooks on the floors and walls. There are some pieces of “furniture” like a saw horse, a bondage frame, and a rack of toys like whips, chains, and dildos. A garden hose reel is mounted on one wall. There is a contraption mounted to the ceiling that your wife won’t tell you about. You asked the installer what it was, but he just laughed and sprayed his cum all over your face.
Of course, you aren’t thinking about any of that now. You are face down on the cold tile. Your wrists and ankles are chained to rings in the floor, your wrists together and stretched out in front of you and your ankles spread wide. Your hips are over a low wooden bench, lifting them so your ass is up in the air. Your cage, still locked from when The Teacher put it on you weeks ago, is also chained to the floor and pulls with every motion of your body.
Make Me [TW: CNC][Bondage][Rough][Brat][M/F]
“Make me,” Stasia told her boyfriend, lifting her nose up slightly in defiance, after he asked her to fuck him.
His eyes had turned dark at those words, and the predatory way he looked at her sent tingles between her thighs. “You know I will.” Quinn approached her with slow, purposeful steps, uncuffing the sleeves of his shirt. “And you’re going to love everything I do to you.”
Stasia backed away from him, her heart thundering with anticipation. “No. I won’t let you touch me.” His responding chuckle caused her to bite her lower lip, and her back smacked into a wall behind her. Quinn had her cornered.
“You know what to say to stop me. Unless you say that word, I’m going to be fucking that sexy little body of yours until you can’t walk straight for the next week.” Shit, he knew exactly what to say to cause a puddle between her legs. With his sleeves now rolled up, he made sure he was right in front of her before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “But go ahead. Tell me no. Fight me. You know making me have to restrain you only gets me harder. So, are you sure you want to keep being a little brat?”
A lonely night-3 (Incest)
I could see the desire in my father’s eyes. I wanted to prove how much of a better slut I can be than mom. Every now and then I would peek and see them having sex. But to me it wasn’t wild at all. Almost boring. I slowly kneeled down in front of him and I could even see a slight guilt, which I wanted to wash away from his eyes. So I said, “Daddy I might be your little girl but I’m not so little anymore.” I could sense him burn just from my words. The dark red lingerie was a win-win situation for me because I knew his favourite colour. He would always ask mom for this. I’ll make sure to give him the pleasure she couldn’t.
The Appealing Deal – Part 1(?) [MF, interr, age-gap, cons] [F33, M54]
**This is my first erotic literature piece I have written. Please feel free to comment with any comments, or suggestions. I wrote this piece and am unsure if I want to continue it, so I left with a cliffhanger. Let me know your thoughts! :)**
Bachelorette parties. I know what you are thinking, a group of girls coming together, and exploring the town in unison with drinks in tow. You would be mostly right, but this particular event did not follow suit. I will forever remember this party being simple the springboard to something much larger.
A childhood friend of mine decided to go to a concert of one of her favorite bands in order to celebrate her last weeks of being single. Two weeks before the wedding, casino concert venue was within 15 minutes from her town, with plenty of wineries and bars in-between. No brainer.
The Elven Queen Falls to the Invading Orcs [M/F/M, Magic, Elf/Orcs, Noncon, Oral, Rough, Spit-Roasting, Degradation]
*Please bear in mind that this is a rough noncon scene. You shouldn’t proceed further if such scenes cause you discomfort. In that case, I have a variety of consensual stories on my profile that you may enjoy instead.*
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It wasn’t meant to be this way. Nearly three centuries of prosperity burning in the late afternoon sun. But so it was—how often the third generation grew complacent, leading her familial legacy to abject failure. And Melian was that—the granddaughter of the legendary Elven Empress Aliyora. It was she who had built the Elven Kingdom into the thing of legends. That wicked empress ruled with an iron fist and a poisonous kiss, luring many a simple-minded man to his demise.
And now…now Aliyora’s granddaughter glanced up at her portrait—positioned in the center of a trio of like portraits that hung above the Throne of Thorns. The Elven Queen squeezed her eyes tight—the brilliant blue of an unimpeded spring suddenly burning red—and turned to her advisor. “Report, Reginald.”
The elf was lanky and tall in his gold-fringed royal uniform, “The outer wall has fallen, the inner wall breached. There are so many, my Highness. I’m afraid…I’m afraid our intelligence was mistaken.”
The OnlyFans Girl, Part 6 (MF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)
*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*
*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 26-30 are presented here.*
**Chapter 26**
Just before lunch, you messaged Gemma over the official Slack channel that the office used for messaging. *‘Hey, Bodega?’*
Gemma, sitting just down the table from you, raised her eyebrow a moment later and glanced up at you, then back down to her computer screen and typed quickly. *‘Sure. Why this?’*
We knew the law office had keyloggers on our work laptops, and the Slack could be checked by any of the Partners, so you, Gemma, Sabrina, and Eric had all taken to being as brief as you could on it. Andy, of course, said whatever came to mind. Sometimes he messaged on it late at night, asking if anyone wanted to come over for drunk pizza.
‘Centre Of Attention’
_You’ve always got so wet thinking about this. It drives you crazy. Makes your pussy tingle more than you’d care to admit. Your body is brimming with excitement, you’ve fantasised about this every day. Now it’s time to make fantasy a reality_
The men walk in one by one and you try to see them all the dim lighting. A huge rush of butterflies trail through your stomach as you realise you’re so close to getting what you wanted.
You try to size them up as they come closer forming a circle. Some huge muscley men. Some well endowed men. Some skinny. Some chubby. Some with small penises. Too many combinations. You just focus on counting them instead. One, two, three… _You’ve never even had more than 2 guys before_…. Eleven, twelve! This is exactly what you think of when you touch yourself secretly.
Before anythings started, your pussy begins to drip as you feel the hunger of every man in that room. Staring at you as they come closer with their naked bodies and dirty desires. You’re dripping so much this is the most you’ve ever been horny and there hasn’t even been a single touch yet.
Wife teaches the babysitter
It had been a very long week and my wife Sally and I decided we deserved a date night. I called our babysitter, Victoria and asked if she was free on Sat. To my surprise she was actually free. She just graduated and I was surprised she didn’t have something better to do the day before the weekend.
I told Sally, “we are good for tomorrow night. ”
She responded, “good, I need some time to decompress and have some time for just the two of us, and if you play your cards right you might get some tomorrow night;)”
I teased back, “I don’t think I have to worry about that, after a couple drinks at dinner I’ll have to beat you off me with a stick”
The next day and we both ran some errands. I went to the store to get stuff for the yard and Sally went shopping.
She got home about 4 and Victoria was due to be at our house at 5. She had a couple bags with her and headed straight upstairs saying, “I’m hoping in the shower so I’ll be ready.”