**Since you guys liked the first part here’s part 2, so let me know if you’d like part 3 and also dm me if you’d like me to add any specific kinks and fetishes for the next part.**
Category: eroticliterature
Feel Like Being Press Ganged? (M/F, F/F, Group, Poly)
Hi Reddit! Today is my 3rd Anniversary of being a self-published erotica author!
To celebrate, i thought I’d try to broaden my audience a little. Here’s the link to my Literotica page. As you can see, I’ve never released a chapter that didn’t make it to the Hot list.
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1052480&page=submissions
At this point, the story is in the middle of book 2, and almost 400k words long. If Polyamorous pirates, and kinky sex witches sound like your thing, you’re in for a fun, sexy ride.
New Beginnings: Chapter One (Part Two) [MF] [Huge Boobs] [Alien Encounter] [Body Morphing] [Science Fiction]
As Adrian pulled into a parking spot, they pointed it out to him by an armed man at the mall entrance. He stepped out of the vehicle.
“Glad you could make it on short notice,” A red-headed lady said.
“It seemed like I didn’t have a choice, Gail,” Adrian said. Gail was the sheriff’s daughter. She had taken over things after her father had a stroke a few weeks ago.
“Glad my father is at home resting. This situation would of giving him a heart attack,” she said.
“Aren’t you the one that usually gives him the heart attacks?” Adrian replied coldly as they walked into the mall.
“Just going to keep twisting that knife, aren’t you?” Gail said, shaking her head.
“Nope,” he replied. Gail grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.
“Look, what we had was… great,” Gail said. “But come on, let’s be realistic. My father is old fashioned. What could I have done? He would have flipped out if I told him I have been dating a black man and was planning to marry him.” she said, looking around as she said it.
Navel love
I recently posted a piece on this subreddit, and I had a few requests for another. This one is not as detailed or as good as the last, and evidently, it mainly involves the navel, but I hope you enjoy it nontheless.
I’m hunched above her, she is laying down on the bed. her smile is so innocent and warm but still sly somehow. Inviting. daring. Her eyes twinkle, anticipating what’s to come.
I lower myself down her body, reaching her midriff, and pulling her shirt up slowly, revealing her smooth, flat but soft stomach.
I plant a little kiss just bellow her navel, making her shiver. I squeeze her sides, a tiny bit of chub in my hands.she giggles. I increase the pressure, the sensation causing her to wriggle around.
I hold her down, and take my index finger into her navel, swirling it around, pressing deeply into it.
After some time, her belly button Is red, and I take my finger out in a satisfying popping sound. I lower my head to be at level sith her navel, and stab my tongue at her. I furiously start to wriggle it in her, swirling it like the finger before. I hold her ribs, rub them, occasionally moving my hands s bit higher, massaging the underside of her breasts.
She moans softly, her eyes half closed. Her hips start to move in a small, almost unnoticeable grinding motion.
New Beginnings: Chapter One (Part One) [MF] [Alien Encounter] [Huge Boobs] [Body Morphing] [Science Fiction] [Straight Sex]
Adrian Grody sat watching the night sky in his patrol car. He was a few minutes away from ending his shift. Adrian hated his job as a security guard at the mall, but someone had to do it. He took one more drive around the building. He wanted to make sure the teens he had spotted earlier smoking weed and hanging out had left as he had asked them.
When he pulled around, he saw one lone sports car left behind. One of them had stayed behind it would seem. Adrian took a deep sigh and drove over. The yellow lights on top of his vehicle signaled that he was coming.
There was no sign that the car was going to move. Again, Adrian took a deep sigh. He exited his vehicle and slowly walked over to the car.
The closer he got, he could see that the vehicle was moving, rocking back and forth slowly. Indicating to Adrian why they had not moved.
“Come on, hurry up,” he heard the female voice.
Drive-In Blues: Chapter One [MM/Gay/Hypnosis]
Chapter 1: It’s Up to You
Ian’s nap was rudely interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He grabbed it and roughly shoved it up against his ear. “The fuck do you want Alex?”
Alex spoke hesitantly “Look man…I kind of need your help”
Ian woke up a bit more. This seemed serious. He sat up and leaned forward. “Whats up?”
Alex was silent for a moment. “How about you come over and I’ll explain it to you. Its…kind of weird”
Ian agreed and was one the way, showered and dressed, within 15 minutes. He didn’t know what kind of trouble Alex was in, but he wasn’t planning on leaving him to the wolves. Ian had been friends with him since high-school, and even now living in separate one bed dorms they hung out all the time.
Ian walked into the dormitory and went up the elevator. He knocked on Alex’s door. Alex opened it and waved him inside, looking behind Ian before closing the door. His brown hair was in a mess, lazily pushed to the side with water and gel. Alex had always been the introverted one, but never like this. Alex was shorter, five and a half feet of slim muscle. Alex preferred swimming for exercise, making it so he never really became muscular, just tone.
The Deli Girl [MF]
He noticed her every day. Okay, so it was every working day, and what he noticed most was her ass, but Fliss wasn’t hard to notice. She had a sweet and inviting smile that held a promise he never expected to find himself next to.
Matt was sure he was only a “ham, turkey and Swiss on French” to Fliss. Every day he wondered into the deli, ordered his sandwich and watched as she turned away to the counter and made it while he watched her wonderful rear, straining her Levis with the white strings of her apron ties around her slender waist. It was a lovely thought, just before lunch, to walk up behind her, grab her pelvis and press up against her ass. Not that the rest of Fliss was too shabby either. Beneath the white apron it looked like she had a nice figure and her face was instantly noticeable; bright blue eyes, shining teeth and wonderful, flowing shoulder-length black hair. When she smiled and handed Matt his sandwich each day, Matt melted. But she was just the “deli girl”, no way could he ask her out, no way in the bustling lunchtime rush would he get to talk with her, find out if there was anyone in her life, or in her bed.
She was so tired of waiting for the right Daddy to come along. Part 4 (DD/lg, noncon, role reversal)
The cock pushed hard against the back of my throat as I immediately started to gag and choke on it. The feeling of worthlessness was indescribable and peaked as she grabbed the back of my head and even though I couldn’t take it in my throat, I thought as I choked on it, she rocked her hips forward smashing my head against the headboard, the dildo cramming into my mouth with nowhere to go… until all of a sudden as I gagged, all that dick bunched up together found an opening to escape into. My throat felt like it was going to explode as her red cock slid in and forced its way inside my neck in an instant. I was seeing stars. My stomach was trying to heave around the cock in my throat. Everything slowed down and faded as Sally started to pet my head. “That’s good, Daddy. Just like that.” Her hips rocked back and I could feel the slippery dildo sliding through my throat. I could feel it’s veins. I could feel every bump, enormous. But before the cock passed the back of my throat, she rammed it back in. She kept petting my hair. Up and out of my throat. The feeling of relief building. “You’re…” She rammed it right back in. My hope shattered. “Doing so good.” She squeezed her tits as she threw her head back, pushing the dick even further inside me. I swear I felt it against my lungs. She kept petting me as her head rocked side to side, a smile on her face, so pleased with herself. “Ok, Daddy.” She pulled back and finally, the cock slid up and out of my throat. “You can breathe.”
Amy’s Choices Chapter 3 Part 1 [F] [f]
Pretty tight race, seems like C won out in the end though with the votes tallied C wins 3 votes, to A’s 2 votes, and sadly B loses with just 1 vote.
since my previous posts on this story were also removed I will be posting them onto my main feed in my profile, this way new viewers can read previous chapters without me having to worry about them being removed days after posting. I won’t be taking any more chances going forward. As such I will also be posting my story in my profile first before copying it over to any subreddits to avoid any chance of them being removed should the copy be removed, I will always have the original.
links to the following chapters are here:
[Nexus System Guide](https://www.reddit.com/user/Nexus_Storytime/comments/ok63il/amys_choices_introduction_and_nexus_system_guide/)
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/Nexus_Storytime/comments/ok69ba/amys_choices_chapter_1/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/Nexus_Storytime/comments/ok6epd/amys_choices_chapter_2/)
I’m looking to write a longer chapter today as I can’t decide where our protagonist should get a choice. Last chapter I faded out the results of skill checks with spoiler. Did anyone like this idea? or should I move away from it? Todays chapter will also feature it so if its disliked just let me know. That’s enough of my rambling, on to the chapter!
My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines (BDSM) (Humiliation) (Supernatural)
My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
by Dmitri Storm
Dorota lay in her coffin, playing with her cunt and whispering soft prayers to her Count, her Master, her God. Her fingers caused her labia piercings to pull at her flesh, making sweet music, the music of church bells. Her sisters found her “meditations” to be strange, but she didn’t care. They didn’t understand the Count the way she did.
Dorota had always been what the other people in her village called “odd”. She talked to the trees, the squirrels, to fairies, to angels, and claimed they talked back. When she passed the age that people stopped calling it an overactive imagination and started calling it being touched in the head, her parents started to worry. They tried herbs, they tried prayer, they tried a doctor and a wise woman, they tried locking her in a room for a week, nothing seemed to work. When Dorota began to act out sexually, they began to do more than worry.