Hey everybody. Im working on a fictional universe where its the year 2088 and things are different in America.
After years of unrest and domestic turmoil parts of the us have finally rrstored order and returned to a resemblance of normal life. One way this was achieved was by transforming the justice system. The percentage of people in prison dropped from 0.7 % to .01 % in ten years. The big change came from increasing the priosn sentences substantially for every crime. All violent crimes carried a minimum 35 yr sentence. Some cases of simple assault or theft warranting a life sentence.
People were also offered an alternative punishment that came in the from of sexual/public humiliation. A basic example would be a man gets busted for drunk driving, he can accept 40 yrs in prison or one week of sexual humiliation. Im open to most kinks so im thinking the skys the limit on punishments: forced sex, forced nudity, forced incest, feminization, age regression, forced slut… get creative in your ideas, have some fun:)
Category: eroticliterature
First time posting, for all the dirty coworkers out there [MF]
I’ve already written two more parts, but it’s a lot, so I figured I’d take it slow. ;)
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He’d been hired during the pandemic, so while working from home, I’d never seen much of him beyond the low-fidelity webcam window. On this particular evening, some coworkers arranged a fancy dress masked movie outing, where we all gathered with the plan for drinks after. I decided to be somewhat fearless with my appearance after a year at home, despite the polite company; opting for a spaghetti strap mid-thigh length dress and heels. Hell, it was a pretty hot evening anyway.
After the movie, I put my location in groupchat to gather the group. Within a few moments, I hear my name.
“Mel?”
*Familiar, and yet foreign.. I looked around in search of the voice.*
A hand gently touches my shoulder, and I turn around to follow it.
He stands before me, all six feet and change. He’s wearing tight slacks and a dark grey button-up. A tattoo cheekily peeks out from the cuff of his rolled up sleeves.
Always my baby girl [Part 1] [F/D] [Incest] [Dubcon]
I hated it with every ounce of my being, but there was no way around it.
“Daddy, stop! You can’t do this!” She sobbed as she gripped me tighter, her whole soul aching as I was getting ready to go.
Tears streamed from my eyes, but all i could mutter out was a bittersweet “I’m sorry baby girl.” I picked her up and pulled her in tight, as if these were our last goodbyes. “Bad people are trying to hurt our country and lots of people we can call family. You must know how much this pains me, but i have to go.” The tears didn’t leave, but my depressed demeanor did. I knew it was my duty and as i gave her one last final squeeze, i laid her down in her bed, kissed her forehead, and left the house. With only my duffel bag of clothes, i set off to start a new chapter in my life… and i prayed it wouldn’t be my last.
*FOUR YEARS LATER*
“Oh god, we’ve done it!” My heart beat raced as my finger pulled the trigger to the sniper and my eyes watched the billet soar straight through his head. We had won the war…
Welcome home (MF)
I walk in the door after a long day at work to find a dim light coming from the living room. Slowly I walk down the hallway to find my beautiful wife’s silhouette projecting off the far wall.
Her big beautiful breast and long legs just teasing me as I make my way down the hallway. She hears me getting close and walks over, her gorgeous hips swing hypnotically as she slowly walks my way.
As she gets closer my eyes start to make out what she’s wearing. A deep purple undercut bra with her perky tits teasing over the top, matching panties, stocking and the biggest “fuck me now” black heels I’ve ever seen.
My cock grows harder in my pants as I stand their speechless. Walking over to me she hands me what looks to be a gin cocktail before softly kissing me and running her fingers down my chest.
Grabbing me by my belt she pulls me into the living room and sits me down on the couch, without saying a word she lowers her ass right into my lap. My cock throbbing as she moves her hips slowly back and forth as I sip the cocktail.
[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 02 (Part 2)
[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5d53u/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)
I roamed around the estate, waiting for my erection to subside. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law is seducing me! I had an inkling that my wife knew what was going on. I had to ask her. As my erection went down, I adjusted my pants and went inside the house. I found Ananya in her room.
When I entered the room, she said, enthusiastically, “I and daddy are going to perform the ritual tonight.”
Finally! “Can I watch?” I asked, barely able to contain my own excitement.
She nodded. “But do it secretly. You can’t come into Ashok Vatika, it’s a sacred ritual after all.”
“How do I watch you then? The inside of the garden is completely blocked by the hedge.”
“I know, that’s what it was built for, to give us privacy during the ritual. But there is a small gap in the hedge towards the north-eastern side, where it overlaps the neem tree. The neem is just outside the hedge and hides the gap. You can peer into the garden if you crawl between the neem and the hedge.”
“Ok. At what time?”
“After 10pm. Be at the spot before that.”
My one gay experience
Some years ago some friends from high school got together for a long weekend at an Airbnb. This is the true story of what happened after some drinks one night in a chance encounter that neither of us that were involved ever talks about, but I thought it’d be fun to share the story here so, here it is:
We were all talking about how we used to play tag in high school in our basements. We’d block the windows with pillows and blankets and play in the middle of the night, so you truly couldn’t see a thing. We all though it’d be a great idea to play after some drinks so we set it up downstairs and got started.
My friend Jeff was the tagger, and when he killed the lights I knew I wanted to go right under the pool table. I quickly and quietly made my way over, and slid underneath. To my shock, as well as my friend Aaron, we bumped into eachother under the table as he had the same idea as me. We laughed quietly and then got really quiet as we didn’t want to be found. We layed there facing eachother, and probably nothing would’ve happened if it weren’t for one thing: when we bumped into eachother our dicks collided and stayed there.
The Reawakening – Sister in Law. Part 3.
It was now the weekend, which meant that Kate wouldn’t take her shower right before bed. Sadly, this mean I wouldn’t get to pop Ali’s back at night. I did however get to stare at her ass all morning in her tiny shorts.
Kate and I were downstairs getting ready for breakfast when I finally heard Ali walking down the stairs. She always slept in, sometimes until noon even. As she came down the stairs I noticed she wasn’t wearing the same shorts she usually did. These were blue and longer. Enough to cover her whole ass. Also these were much looser than the others. They didn’t hug her butt like the others.
I was somewhat disappointed. That was until I got a better look at them from behind. They had a perfectly round hole on her left ass cheek that exposed her bare ass behind them. It was small enough to perhaps be ignored but certainly big enough to stare. Again I was surprised that Kate didn’t mention anything about them. It’s like she was completely oblivious to a mans mind. Especially her man.
The Harvest, Part 4 [MFF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [DILF] [Corruption] [Lesbian] [Threesome]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oo0p0o/the_harvest_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oryvr8/the_harvest_part_2_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oxfrro/the_harvest_part_3_mf_2nd_person_male_pov/)
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For once you find you’re not alone when you wake.
Ashley jumps away from your bed with a yelp. You don’t understand why until you notice you’ve startled upright like a man possessed.
“My bad, baby.” You read your alarm clock and yawn. Not an act; you haven’t gotten up this early since retiring the apron. “What’s up?”
She’s still wearing your black shirt from last night almost like a one-piece on her smaller body. You finally process what the flash of white fabric you’d caught as she stumbled backwards must be. Luckily, your sheets tented over your knees hide how hard you get.
“I need a ride to school,” she says.
Deep breath. You compose yourself to not betray arousal. “Didn’t your friend say she would pick you up?”
“Claire can be flaky like that.”
“Not very smart of you then, Ash. What if I had something very important to do in, say, thirty minutes?”
You leave her in suspense for a second before reassuring with a smile you’re not feeling. Your disappointment at her lack of responsibility is palpable. In those ten years Jessica’s also managed to undo one of the few good things you’d left all your girls with.
My New Roommate P2 [M/F] [F/D] [inc]
**My New Roommate**
**Part 2**
I was still reeling from that revelation as I pulled into the parking lot at my office. I took a moment to try to calm down in my car before going in. I definitely did not want to go into my office with an erection. After a few deep breaths I had calmed myself enough to go inside.
“Morning Mister Jason,” said my secretary as I walked into my office. I nodded at her without thinking as my mind was already going over the Werner House again. The owner was trying to sell it since they moved out of state. I had a young couple that wanted to buy it but they were stalling for some reason. The husband owned a successful chain of car dealerships that ranged half up the state as well as into two of the neighboring states. The wife was a pretty standard stereotypical trophy wife. You know the kind, does squats religiously, has breast implants, kind of vapid, and does not seem to think much. A bimbo basically.
MF inc For my “daughter”
(My writing partner is convalescing after an accident, I wrote this for her, it was her prompt. Get well soon, N!)
I remember back when it first started.
I had made the trip cross country to visit Nicole at college and tell her I had proposed to Stephanie, my long-time girlfriend.
I had rented a cabin for the weekend, far out and secluded in the mountains, just to spend some time with her before her life and mine started being a bit more hectic.
We took a guide jeep to drive us, sitting side by side in the backseat, her slowly dozing off, leaning against my shoulder.
My little girl was growing up. We had always been close. We had no idea how close we were about to get.
Nicole: Pretty face, average sized breasts and lean body, most of her taller than average height came from your long, bare legs, smooth as glass and one of the first things men and women noticed about my daughter.
Me: Chubby bearded teddy bear of a man. My idea of dressing up was a t-shirt and jeans, old sneakers.