A Slave To My Girlfriend – Pt. 1

It had been almost a year since Daniel had been a slave to his girlfriend, Chloe.

It started so simply, the two of them talking about kinks and laughing about their shared desires. Laying in bed, Chloe cuddled in his arms, she admitted that she had always fantasized about having control over a man. Once high school sweethearts and best friends, the couple they once were almost didn’t exist at all anymore. Daniels mind thought back to that day.

Chloe in his arms, the two of them laying in bed after a day of drinking which had brought out a new level of honesty in his once shy girlfriend.

“So this one is a little embarrassing, but I’ve always wanted to be able to control a man. Like in a dominating kind of way. Nothing crazy, just telling him what to do during sex.” Chloe blushed, wondering if she’d gone too far.

“Haha yeah? Like telling me to eat your pussy?” Daniel asked.

“Well yes… but also lots of stuff! Like he’d still be my boyfriend and we’d love eachother, but I’d tell him what to do sexually. I’d get to relax while he served me a drink and then got on his knees to kiss my feet.” She blushed even harder, her cheeks turning red at the thought.

Teach Me? [MF] [virgin][teaching][gentle][elf][human][first time]

Joan: A shy, petite human studying all the time. Bookish. Complete virgin, no idea how anything works. But she’s curious…

Faerval: An elven frat boy himbo type who’s surprisingly gentle and sweet.

They’re a couple of my OCs and I just wanted to write this scene up! Hope everyone enjoys.

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Joan had been thinking about it for weeks. It took her far longer than that get the spark in her mind. Now she’d formed a friendship with him. He didn’t seem to notice her eyes over her books, so she wasn’t sure… But she wanted to try, at least try. She was incredibly aware of every flicker of movement she nervously made. She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do. “Faerval?” Her voice was a squeak. He just hmmmmed from his spot across from her. “I- can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” He continued working with his figures and quill, looking back and forth between his messy sheets and his work.

“Can- you… can you be the one to take my virginity?” She shut her eyes, not wanting to hear his response.

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CAMPOUT pt 3! [nonconsent] [dubcon] [gangbang] [breath play] [rough sex] [face fuck] [anal] [MMMF] [DP] [creampie] [degradation]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qp2ufq/first_time_sharing_my_stories_campout_nonconsent/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qua767/campout_pt_2_nonconsent_dubcon_gangbang_choking/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

**Part 3 and the conclusion of a *very* eventful campout for our dear Skye! Hope you enjoy. More erotica coming soon that’s a bit less intensive if this wasn’t totally your speed :) Thank you for reading as always and I love comments :)**

Something heavy smacked me in the face. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted whatever it was to go away so I could go the fuck back to sleep. I couldn’t even remember passing out, just being fucked, and cumming until I cried and begged for it to stop, then… darkness.

Sometime in the night, someone had carried me into a tent. There was a sleeping pad under me, at least. *That’s nice*, I thought, half-awake.

*Thunk*. The thing hit my cheek again, soft and meaty. I opened my eyes; it was difficult. So. I was not in my *own* tent.

Wes was on his knees beside my face, shirtless and still rubbing the sleep from his own eyes.

“Rise and shine, slut. Time for your first meal.” His voice was extra husky and gravely. My pussy twinged.

A Question of Sexuality (MMF)

So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.

Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.

At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?

So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.

Road Closure [MF]

“I have been sitting in standstill traffic for over 20 min” I text Sir. Impatient, hungry, horny and ready to be home in his arms I’ve watched as they shut down the road for the accident and I’ve had to accept my fate. I’m stuck for who knows how long.

“Well I’ll guess you have to find a way to entertain yourself 😉”

I roll my eyes at his message. “Yea right” I say out loud as I flip through the radio stations, there is nothing but static. This area is awful for signal. The cars around me all have their engines shut off. We’re sitting waiting in the quiet of the evening you can only hear the dull roar of the firetruck in the distance.

“I want you to slide your hand down your pants. Are you wet for me?” I read the message and pause, is he serious. Apparently I take to long to answer because the phone starts to ring.

“Hello?” I say connecting the phone to the radio.

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Has anyone checked the latest price of JizzCoin?

Greg gave the slender blonde a slow scan top to bottom, bottom to top. Her billowy white top managed to leave some contours to the imagination, but the tight leather skirt didn’t. Her impossibly long and slender legs were rooted in a pair of white pumps, creating a sort of zebra effect with her other two pieces of clothing. Her face was every bit as gorgeous as her body, she couldn’t be a day over 22. The only possible deterrent was her impatient attitude.

“Well?” she asked for the third time, hands on her hips. She had apparently already sized up Greg’s crumbling 32 year-old body, which probably looked a decade older with his bald head and belt straining to fit him into his size 42”-waisted pants. He wasn’t actually that overweight, but his 5’6” stature didn’t do him any favors.

Greg checked his watch, gauging how close he would be cutting it for his bus. With another side glance at her plump lips, he decided he had more than enough time. Maybe even enough time to negotiate.

“Sure, I guess. How about $30?” he asked her.

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The car incident (incest) (fetish)

Disclaimer: everyone is at least 18 years old. This tale is about incest and contains a piss fetish! If you don’t like it, don’t read :))

I had always been very close to my daughter, Helen. As a 45 years old dad, I had raised her less than half of my life, but she was, to me, one of the loveliest people on earth, inside and outside. Her mom and I had always taken care of her but still gave her a fair load of freedom: she was our only child, and we knew that we didn’t want to be these overbearing parents that children flee because they feel imprisoned.

She was a bright, independent young person, and many times in my head came the strange thought that had I known her young, I would have fallen in love with her immediately.

She wasn’t that similar to her mom: Lydia was a confident but sometimes too strict woman, and even physically, Helen was more similar to me than her mom as she had long, sleek dark hair with mischievous brown eyes. While Lydia had lots of trouble opening up, Helen was as straightforward as I was, which made our relationship so very smooth. Helen and I shared many hobbies from a young age: I used to read her many stories before bed, stories that I read myself at her age. Later, she ended up taking books herself on our bookshelves, and we shared a love for novels and fiction of all sorts.

Lost in a film

They are watching a film, cuddling on the sofa. She rests her head on his chest and his arm is gently resting on her shoulder. They both feel it. That energy resonating through them both as their bodies touch.

They sit and watch the film for a few minutes, when she feels a tickling on her neck from his beard. Next, she feels the warmth of his breath turn into a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. Her hairs stand on end and she stirs, feeling a fire igniting between her legs. More kisses on her neck, a gentle bite. She is trying to resist turning to kiss him, enjoying him nuzzling her neck for as long as possible. She notices how hard he is through his jeans. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation and thinking about how much she wants to kiss him. Voices from the film she knows and loves melt into the background. She takes a deep breath and inhales his scent, expelling a shuddering whimper as she breathes out.

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Can i send you nudes like daily?

Open to someone who is looking to have this as a regular friendship! Feeling extremely horny and am looking to get some relief. Care to join me? I love making guys cum. Nothing gets me wetter than hearing a sexy deep voice moaning for me. Have a role play scenario that you want to try out? Any particular kinks you like? Message me what you want to get into and let’s cum together. I’m very kinky and have only a few limits and that’s mostly just illegal stuff.

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