“The Gift” [Str8] [anal] [Mdom] [spanking] [bdsm]

My ass cheeks facing the bathroom mirror, I bent over, pulling my cheeks apart as I folded forward, inspecting my asshole’s reflection. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was gaping but for a relative amateur at all things anal, I was pretty impressed with the cherry-sized gape. I tried to swallow a moan and failed as I placed two fingers in my tiny hole, wishing I could slide in another, but unwilling to risk the wrath of Sir for touching myself, especially such a tender area. If I got caught with two fingers stuck in my ass I could tell Sir the truth, I was checking my progress not trying to get off, and hopefully not be punished. 

Impressed with myself and my progress I went in search of Sir, thinking of ways I could get more toys stuffed in my ass today. After wearing a plug nearly all day and night for the last three days I was insatiable. Not so long ago at the start of my training, Sir had promised that I would become so greedy for a stuffed hole, begging for whatever I could get in there until Sir was ready to cum in my tiny, well not so tiny anymore, asshole. As usual, he was right, just the thought of him plowing into my ass made my pussy wet. If Sir had come in my cunt a few moments ago, instead of my asshole, I was certain his cum would be dripping out of me all over my freshly showered body. Again, my cunt convulsed at the thought. 

“I have a job for you.” [MF Part 3] [cheat] [but maybe into MMF swinging?] [Slow burn romance] [Getting spicy in this part]

I was standing in the corner of a tennis court. Marie had asked if I played, and I had truthfully told her that I played a little when I was a teenager, but never professionally or anything. She asked if I was any good, and I said I was.

“Good. I like a man with confidence,” she had said. The next thing I knew I was booked in for a doubles game with Marie, her (now confirmed) boyfriend Lou, and one of Lou’s work friends. Lou and his friend were playing against Marie and I, and I felt like I might be dragging her down, but she insisted.

We were at a court off to the side of this huge park, with a fountain and a kid’s playground. Marie and Lou had come in his car, Lou’s friend in his, and I in mine. I wasn’t really sure where the place was, but when I was driving here I recognised Lou’s car, and followed him for guidance. If they noticed, they didn’t mention it.

Behind the Mask, Chapter 3 [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ocdw3a/behind_the_mask_chapter_2_fm_incest_cousincousin/)

I wasn’t used to being out alone, without Alain. After a lot of protesting, he’d left me at school for the afternoon. I’d told him not to tell anybody, and his only stipulation was if there was an emergency. Now all I had to do was wait.

I wasn’t very good at making friends. Mom said it was because they were jealous of our money. It didn’t make sense to me. The first thing I would’ve done was make friends with the rich girl so she could buy us a bunch of stuff, I thought, and I grinned to myself. And of course, dad had to ruin that idea with one of his stupid nuggets of wisdom.

“Real friends can’t be bought.”

He was right, of course. Didn’t make it any less annoying. There were some days where I felt like just buying some friends, at least for the day. Even if they were fake. But then Jordan had given me some insight of his own. For some reason, his advice always felt more welcome than dad’s. More down-to-earth.

Saryn Chronicles (Part 3) The weakest werewolf (FM) (Monster)

(This story has sections of violence and dub/non con. If you aren’t comfortable with that then I suggest you carry on elsewhere.

My writing serves three purposes, 1. an exercise of my literary capabilities. 2. To entertain and immerse. 3. It’s smut, you know what it’s for. having said that, please critique me, tell me where and what I can improve upon or even just what bits you loved more than others.)

I sat in the crowded tavern, beer staining my tongue and numbing my soul. I pondered the revelations from the last week. It had been a hard and irritating journey, apparently Lust’s power came with a benefit he hadn’t described. Every time I encountered a beast or monster in the woods their lust grew tenfold. The amount of goblins and wolves I’d slaughtered, their erect cocks flopping to the dirt, was staggering. Fortunately the lack of truly dangerous monsters meant I hadn’t had to live through another sexual encounter while I was traveling.

A Sorcerer’s new pet – Chapter 1 – Rescued – [MF+] [NC] [Humil] [Magic] [Fantasy]

“Why are you doing this to me!?”.

I stop tracing the runes on the floor of the dim, stone chamber we find ourselves in. The warm glow of magically lit crystals a stark contrast to the ice-cold fury radiating from Alissa’s deep blue eyes.

“You won’t get away with this you disgusting freak!” The young mage screams at the top of her lungs. “I have friends, sorcerers much stronger than you, that will fucking kill you as soon as they realize I’m gone”.

I watch in pleasant admiration, as the tears flowing down her face offer me a glimpse of the sweet fear hiding under the violent front she is trying to display.

In her defense, it’s quite hard to be intimidating when both your arms and legs are restrained. Especially when you are naked, and in a position that makes you look more like an angry starfish rather than a fearsome imperial mage.

“You are pathetic! I’ve seen plenty of misogynistic assholes like you: rogue sorcerers who don’t follow the Imperial Code since they allowed women to join. Your friends are all rotting in the Crimson Dungeons now, and you will join them soon enough”. With hair as white as snow, blue eyes and noble features like these, she could have gotten lucky and married into one of the Families, I muse.

Smoking Fetish “I’m a Smoking Slut” Stephan [M]18

Stephan heard the front door close. His Aunt Rosie was leaving for the day. She wouldn’t be back until five or so. In only loose boxers, he jumped from his bed. He moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock filling with blood.

*Today would be the day.*

Stephan grew up watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with and controlling fire and smoke. In his youth, he tried to play, but was denied. He thought about the time his mother caught him melting crayons in the basement. She spanked him and made him cry, but that incident only helped to seal the friskiness and sexual playfulness attached to flame – to the smoke. At an early age, Stephan came to see; that cigarettes in a woman’s possession was, to him, unthinkable power and responsibility. Sexual power in their purse or cigarette case.

How do they not orgasm just from lighting up?

Saryn Chronicles (Part 2) (FM) Exposition and explanation

(So first off, sorry for the delay. Any future chapters will be coming out much quicker.

Secondly, this is almost purely exposition and explanation so if you want the smut then skip to chapter 3. It’ll be out very shortly after this one.

Thirdly, my writing serves three purposes, 1. an exercise of my literary capabilities. 2. To entertain and immerse. 3. It’s smut, you know what it’s for. having said that, please critique me, tell me where and what I can improve upon or even just what bits you loved more than others.)

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As fire enveloped me I tried to scream. The sound died in my throat though. It was from my own throat that the flame used to direct itself. My eyes took in more colors and details than I’d ever thought possible. Then, in an instant, my vision cleared.

My bare chest heaved and my hands played all my my throat, searching for the damage I surely had. Nothing was there, in fact, I felt amazing. It was as if I’d just woken up from a long nap on a bed of clouds. Then my eyes fluttered in the back of my head for a moment as incredible power flowed into my slit

“Hey cuck!” She says in a lovingly mocking tone. “Put your head here.”

“Hey
cuck!” She says in a lovingly mocking tone. “Put your head here.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” the cuck answers excitedly.

She points at the edge of the bed as he crawls over and leans his back against the side of the mattress and tilts his head back, looking up momentarily at the ceiling.

She smiles as she extends her gorgeous finger outwards, gesturing towards Anthony who has just taken off his shirt. Even a man as handsome and saught-after as him can not resist her charm.

As the cuck waits, she passionately kisses Anthony as he wraps his large hands around the sides of her face, pulling her into him and letting her feel his erection. She slowly strokes his stomach with the tips of her fingers, taking her time exploring the landscape of his body.

She gets down on her knees and gazes up at him, staring deeply into his eyes, unblinking, savoring every single moment of her time with him. She has her hands on his obliques now. Before she even starts to unbotton his pants, she wants to kiss his abdomen and press her chest against his massive thighs. His strength alone is enough to make her mouth water. She decides it is time to unbotton those pants after all.

[F4M] I like being in charge and make cocks twitch in pleasure. I love doing JOI so much lately

Being in control is one of my biggest kinks, I often get wet when I see a
man craving for me and do whatever I tell him to do ;) I can be a light
mistress: demanding light spankings, ass play, and rubbing your cock in
so many ways that you will get a massive load of cum for me (being good
at tantric massage also helps). I can also be hardcore, talk really
dirty, humiliate you, put you in your place, like a good boy you are,
tell you how to bust your balls, stuff like this. I’ve got specialized
into JOI and I love when I make men cum only with my teasing and voice. I
just love being a bad bitch and get pleasure from it, I might also act
bratty, from time to time but men enjoy it ;)

In Bloom [MF] [Fantasy] [Edging] [Orgasm Denial]

Okay, prefacing this by saying this is actually just a oneshot with a solid bit of lore before the porn. That’s all. Not proofread or edited aside from grammar and spelling mistakes. Buckle up for a hefty read.

P.S. y’all already know how I love my open ended endings. Tell Jasevan what to do next. Maybe he’ll listen 😉

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You’d be surprised what you could find in a dense forest surrounding an abandoned ancient civilization. Or, maybe you wouldn’t. Strange, exotic and erotic plants make up a majority of the ground dwelling flora. The fauna, however, include a humanoid, bipedal, somewhat avian species of sorts that was previously undiscovered. That might turn some heads.

Jasevan was an avid explorer. After discovering a hidden journal in his flat’s floorboards with a map and journal detailing another explorer’s journey to these hidden lands, he set off to find out what was hiding in these vines that had mouths for flowers and hands for thorns. He spent years living in this wild and untamed place, aimlessly wandering and ceaselessly exploring.