Category: Erotica

The Witch Hunter, Chapter V [bdsm] [noncon]

Chapter 5 – The Hard Part

The polite tones of goodbyes could be heard coming down the street to Weiss’ hiding spot, all in Russian of course. He understood some of it but his knowledge of the language was rusty at best. He snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it onto the ground, he only smoked when he was anxious.

“Nice lady. You know her?” The boy told him as he came around the corner into the alleyway. With a few small adjustments of his coat and hat he had gone from a friendly young comrade to a shifty street rat.

“No. What’d she look like?” Weiss’ sentences were short and probably seemed terse, but he was struggling enough with the kid’s accent, improving his vocabulary could wait.

“I don’t know, dark hair. Blue eyes I think.”

“Pretty?”

“What kind of creep are you?” The kid laughed. It took a few seconds for Weiss to figure out what he was saying. He hadn’t told him anything about what he was up to, he must have been curious though. Read more »

Giving pleasure of sex to mom (M/S) Part-2

To read the part one: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qrdcm7/giving_pleasure_of_sex_to_mom_ms_part1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qrdcm7/giving_pleasure_of_sex_to_mom_ms_part1/)

“I wanted to do this for so long,mom”

Hearing this my mom grabs my balls and started playing with me as she was sucking my dick.

Mom passed me a smile as she started gulping it down her throat.

I was looking towards the ceiling trying to wrap my mind around the thought that this was not a dream and it was really happening.

Mom, in a naughty voice said “you naughty boy, haha, you make your momma suck your dick?”

I smiled and said “You naughty woman, you suck your son’s cock?”

While I was saying this the saliva and precum came out of my mom’s mouth and it started dripping on the floor.

It was all slimy inside and i totally loved it.

Now, i held my mom’s head still and now I started giving the thrust, this was something I never did before.

Mom kneeled still as her son started fucking her throat.

The wet thumping sound of my throbbing dick was now quite audible, to the top of that, mom’s moans were adding to it. Read more »

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No Nut November (How I learned to stop worrying and love blue balls) PART 3

I spent the next couple days feeling two things: defeated and desperately horny. When I went home I was uncomfortably hard and figured that maybe the best course of action would be to play with myself and find the staying power I needed to make sure I could satisfy Sam’s desires for having me be a good edgslut for the rest of the month. I lay back in my bed and relaxed replaying her tiny body flowing itself through the yoga movements and hearing the high pitched little girl voice speak lewdly to me. Holy shit, this was better not having her in front of me, not having the pressure to preform made it so much easier to come right to the edge and then pull back. I started understanding what she meant by controlling my breathing and flexing my muscles at the right time too. A whole hour I spent exploring how good it could feel to stay on the verge of orgasm but holding my self control and discipline to not stray over the edge. My balls still hurt, but with the right breathing the knot in my stomach was much less intense. I fell into a bit of a euphoric state it was nice to enjoy myself and it was nice to hold back, to have a larger goal than just busting my nut as quickly as possible and then cleaning up. I was holding on for her, this cute little fuckdoll who had me wrapped around her finger by virtue of being the first woman to pay attention to me in many moons. It made me hot thinking about how she was out of my league, it made me hot that she was still technically a teenager and our age gap was about a decade, and in made me insufferably aroused how she took the daddy daughter kink to the most insane depraved level possible. I was going to be better, and I was going to last longer for her, I was never going to cum again if that was what she desired. Read more »

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Taking my little sister’s virginity pt 1

It was three am, and I couldn’t sleep.

I was about to finally drift off, when I heard moaning. And my parents weren’t home.

I decided to investigate.

I walk across the hall, and the door to my step sisters room is slightly ajar. She was masturbating with one of those vibrator wands.

“Fuck, Jaxon!” She was moaning my name. I could feel my cock get fully erect almost instantly.

I tried to discretely push the door open to get a better view, but the door creaked loudly. She stopped, covering herself up. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, and I heard you moaning and… wait, why were you moaning my name?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips, pretty much exposing my erection.

“Why are you hard?” She yelled. “I asked you a question first.” I said. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since the wedding…” she said quietly. “Since we met?” She nodded.

“Honestly? Same…” I confess, hiding my face in my hand. “You wouldn’t want me… I’m inexperienced, I’m not that pretty, and I can barely kiss a guy…” Read more »

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Hunting at the EDM Festival [mffm, enm, swinging, drugs]

The hill rose gently away from the main stage, far enough away that it wasn’t packed with people, but close enough to be able to see into the crowd. The sunset behind the stage was beautiful, with deep orange and red hues that turned slowly into purple and blue. I could see her dancing in the distance, not too far from the DJ. She danced alone, in groups, with women, and with men. She danced with passion and vigor, just as she had done for the last couple of hours. 

 
I danced too, because what else was I here to do, in this most amazing of venues in Brazil. Peoplewatching was a fantastic alternative, but dancing was the best. It had been over two years since my last EDM festival, and I could tell the crowd was just as excited to be there as I was.
 

Eventually I made my way back to the hill, and I saw her traipsing up from the other side to meet me. It was our designating meeting spot, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the view.
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First solo swing experience

As my wife Lindsey and I worked through some challenges several months ago in figuring out exactly what we wanted to pursue as a swinging couple, and what we were comfortable with, the idea of an open marriage, and freedom to go on solo dates, had come up several times. While we aren’t ready to go that far just yet, it was clear after our last play date with Kaila and Conner that our chemistry and trust is continuing to grow with them. Afterwards, Lindsey asked me what I thought about the idea of playing separately with Kaila and Conner, where we could each play solo with the other, rather than as a group, whenever our individual schedules and desires allowed.

While I wasn’t completely opposed to that idea, I thought it might be better to ease into that type of arrangement, possibly with Lindsey and I going on separate dates with Kaila and Conner, but at the same time, as if we were swapping spouses for the night. Lindsey loved the idea, and she eventually suggested it to Conner. Conner was immediately down for it, and while Kaila was a little more apprehensive, she eventually agreed that it sounded intriguing. Read more »

swarming;

there’s only hunger around me and it drives my every action and reaction. burying my face in his neck feels inevitable, relentless, i come undone. his skin smells like sweat and autumn breeze and with ease he inspires my mouth to fill with spit, panting with need. humming for one finger to linger a bit more and how he pours, unfiltered and altogether mine, my jaw tilting up, that half surprised doe-eyed leaning into you, and marveling at no matter how many times you touch me it feels like -this- like falling off a cliff into a deep abyss. filled to the brim with water signs yet I   can’t reach the bottom of this water that binds. my love, i know you are soft with me even when you’re thick with hard edges and cold sea. how more often than not you are the bite that leaves a mark. and you know i am soft with you even when i’m thick with sharp stones, and lord knows i’d give my voice to the seawitch for five minute with you alone. that my nails leave bloodlines and skin tears under my teeth, my hip bones under your hands cause the Earth to shake, the mouth of god to speak. on the surface our want looks pink and gentle but it is also blue bruises, ripped dresses, pillow screams and wet dreams.  raw and fierce and resembles more the fire of sundown than the soft fog of morning. i swallow a bee each time i think of thee, here the hive comes swarming.

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The Sexual Liberation Act (Freeuse)

*Hi all, this is my first attempt at writing for a while, very keen for feedback! It’s a bit of an attempt to explore a way a freeuse society might actually work.*

10th July, 2063.

Boston, Massachusetts, Incorporated States of America.

Joe was woken up by the movement next to him. He was lying in his bed, and the faint early morning sunlight was just starting to peak around the curtains. He looked down sleepily to see his current girl moving herself into position, on her hands and knees over his legs. He closed his eyes again and relaxed as he felt her take his cock in her hand, and the soft warmth of her tongue as she started licking up the length of his shaft. This was his favourite kind of alarm clock, the best way to be woken each morning. Read more »

Jerking off a virgin at the Massage Parlor [F18][OC]

“Jenn! Room three!” Galina barked in the break room.

Walking into the room, Jenn saw a boy right around her age. He was incredibly short and skinny with worried eyes and a bad haircut. He was also fully dressed, yet his hair was wet.

“Did you already shower?”

“Yes, yes I did,” he nervously replied.

“But then you put your clothes back on?” Jenn questioned.

“I wasn’t sure… so I… umm… I – ”

Another complete newbie! Jenn moaned in her head, then resigned herself to wear her kindest smile and drag this poor young man across the finish line.

“Ok… well, sweetheart, what is your name?”

“Umm… I don’t think I should – ”

“Tommy… your name is Tommy. Why don’t you take your clothes off and get on the table?”

“Ok….”

“Are you from around here, Tommy?”

“Yeah, I’m a freshman at the University,” he whispered, as if it were a secret.

“Is this your first time here?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, take off your clothes and I’m going to be very gentle with you, ok?” Read more »

Passion

Into the slim silver box nestled lightly in her palm, he whispers his desire for her. He breathes the heat of his need into her ear. His strong fingers tease her electrified flesh, and she shivers through the flow of his erotic words. His words express a primal need to taste her, to devour her flesh, to tease her clitoris with his cockhead, to cover her in his scorching arousal, to open her so wide that her body might break. He aches to feel his hard, thick cock stretch and fill and fuck her until she screams, until her nails rake his muscular back, until his pounding hips brand her creamy thighs, until their lips reach out for the fiery kiss, until their merged bodies are bathed in the passion all-consuming.

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