This story begins on a warm evening in the beautiful and peculiar city of New Orleans. M is my best friend in the whole world. Almost 2 decades of friendship. He has the whole broad shouldered dark hair and dark eyes thing going on. I on the other hand have amber/green eyes, dark hair and a curvy figure. Every year we plan a trip where we go and explore a city. Although this city was not new to us, he said let us go back to the Big Easy. Forward to checking into our hotel in the French Quarter and getting ready for the evening. M has a proclivity for red. So, I put on this tight, body forming, red dress. My hair was tied up with a few long bangs in my face and my makeup had a 1940’s cat eye with a red lip to match. When I stepped out all dressed up M looked like someone had stabbed him because I have never seen him so stunned. He couldn’t speak. We walk outside to start making our way to dinner. The night’s air hits me. It was heavy with a slight warm breeze. The kind of night you know you can work up a sweat but also hints at mystery and seduction.
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Midnite Vienna: Chapter 4 [MF/MM/FF]
Chapter 4- Aqualung
(Warning: Heavy themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
While their new slaves slept in the backseat, Watson and Reilly drove away from the apartment complex.
Reilly took a deep breath, and leaned forward in the passenger seat “So what, my niche is just growing a huge cock when I need it?”
Watson turned a corner and shrugged “Could be, some niches can change your body. Some are more conceptual. We had a captain who was able to make you think you were naked for a moment. Not very powerful, but still could be useful. What did you feel when it happened? Walk me through it”
Reilly leaned back and closed her eyes. “I was super horny, and really wished I could have gone inside. Then she showed up, and it was like I was on autopilot. I immediately wanted to break her, and next thing I knew I had a new cock that was in her throat.”
Watson was silent for a moment. “Hearing it like that, I think you’re niche may be more complicated then just growing a dick. Did it feel like you were on auto pilot when you broke that telepath at hq?”
Senior Class Breeding [student/teacher, gangbang, age gap]
The senior class at Lakewood High was apparently full of horny teenagers, and Brea only knew this because she was one of them herself. In an all girl’s school, tension was sure to build. After a secret student-led survey revealed that 42% of all senior girls felt they were too horny to focus on their classwork anymore, an emergency remediation was organized by the school. The remediation was something that had been voted on only by the school’s teachers, and hadn’t even made its way up to the Principal or higher. They’d only even learned about the survey after a student had accidentally left a blank one on her desk. It was a problem they wanted to rectify before it snowballed into something bigger, and the Mathematics department that had discovered the survey had only three professors — Justin Macarthy, PhD, Marcus Borrere, MA, and David Burke, MA.
help me find an erotica I read years ago and can’t remember much
Help me find an erotica I read years ago and can’t remember much about it
There was this story about a school boy falling for a girl and try to impress her. She use him a lot and one day invites him to her house (not sure). The dude thinks he got a chance and goes there. She studies woth him for a bit and the dide waits for his chance. But later finds out she’s just teasing him by getting laid with another guy on the room next to him and constant moaning. He peeps through a hole or something which she notices and enjoys it.
I read this story years ago and now can’t remember exactly where I read it, or the name of the girl or story. Only thing I remember is I enjoyed it a lot and now searching it every way I could without any success for years.
DOMS DOMS DOMS [T4B]
***Hello! My name is Teddy and I’m an 18 year old writer with a current hankering for a long term roleplay!***
*I am an 18 year old, hyper descriptive, writer with 7 – 8 years of roleplay experience! I specialize in attention to detail and novella esque literature – As I’ve been writing for quite some time and know my way around story – building. I am quick to respond, And could be described as somewhat creative when it comes to plotting and the overall writing itself!*
*My favorite genres consist of both angst and slice of life, With a lot of romance as I’m a sucker for the softer things like pet names and such. I’m very plot – heavy, So I do prefer to plan things out before hand if we’re to do something more complicated of the sort with* ***in canon – plotting***. *And this is to bring yet another crucial piece of information, Which you must know; A lot of my characters happen to be characters from either a series, a film or a video game – As I’m quite in touch with pop culture and it’s current contributions to society’s media! You may find that I have a certain taste in characters that I’d be willing to play, And you’d be absolutely right! I heavily prefer playing into himbos/hunks, And I have a love for both the ‘middle aged man with questionable morals’ and the ‘uptight douche bag who’s full of himself’ cliche! But this would likely only fit into a small portion of the categories I’d be listing down for this post! The following contains a short listing of both fandoms and characters I am familiar with/fancy (and I’m absolutely non – judgmental, so i’d be open to even the oddest of ships that you’d be willing to bring to the table).*
The stormy night m/f
We went to bed that night angry, which I know you’re not supposed to do but we did. We had come to an impasse in our discussion and we were both too stubborn to yield to the other or admit defeat. It was about his business trip next month also being a family vacation which seems nice to you but in reality it means me entertaining family because he’s working, and let’s be honest, he doesn’t really notice or care about the snide remarks I get from his mom. She likes to needle me about still not having children, being a gold digger (even though I also work and always have), my weight, and my race and those are just the big ones. She thinks it’s because of me that her son likes to go by John instead of Juan, a decision he made for his career in college separate and very much before me. Her muscular, approachable son could’ve picked a worldly and cultured Latina, but he chose me; shy, white, blonde hair, blue eyes, chubby to me but curvy to him. She hates me and always has. You’d think a grandchild from me would be the last thing in the world she’d want but ever since she found out about my IUD she won’t drop the subject. I point out to her eventually, I like to let her really make an ass of herself for a while first, that since she’s so disappointed in her son’s choice in partners, whats stopping her from hating and being disappointed by our children? She usually shuts up after that, but never for very long before she moves on to one of the other topics.
Sometimes when a Mommy and a Daddy love eachother…
Yeah this isn’t the same talk your parents gave you. So boys and girls, sometimes when a mommy and a daddy love each other… well that bit is a bit complicated.
After our whirlwind time as lovers and roommates after a few years we went our separate ways. No animosity or ill will, we would still remain friends despite all the times id ask her out from the bottom of my heart. To be fair she never said no. Didn’t know why until later but we will get to that.
One night she’d randomly txt me. She’d started working night shifts and was up late. Thrilled to hear from her I was happy to stay up and talk to her. She told me she was on her way home after picking her kids up from there dad and that she wanted to talk cuz she was stupidly horny and ovulating on top of it so she needed someone to fuck her.
When I heard that I got dressed put a spare work uniform in my car and made the hour and a half drive to her house. Only asking permission after id left. After an anxious ride I got to her new place for the first time.
Maybe next time I’ll take what I want
Maybe next time I’ll take what I want. The thought resonating like a prayer bell, causing me to become firm time and time again as it entered the front of my mind. When I woke up this morning I was hard and the sound of your moans where an echo in my memory and what I wanted was your plump pussy and longing for it I became angry.
In the pre dawn gloom to the gym I found myself heading, a prayer at the temple of iron would have do to my body and rampaging testosterone what I longed for from my flesh inside yours. Instead the heat within is stoked rather than quenched and a little phantom of feeling visits the palm of my hand and the firmness returns as the phantom is the heat and the sting from my hand striking your ass. My eyes roll in my head and stumbling and staggering I find an empty stall in the locker room.
How the World Works Now | Part 2 | [Post-apocalyptic] [Creampie] [Slave] [Collar] [Blackmail] [Non-con]
*hey guys!* [the previous part to this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o9476t/how_the_world_works_now_postapocalyptic_blackmail/) *had a great reception and i’m hoping you’ll all enjoy this part just as much! i’m thinking of writing a part 3, so if you have any idea ideas on what Erin’s fate should be, please send them my way!*
*WARNING: the story contains theme’s of forced sex and non-consensual sex. it is completely fictional and i do not condone the acts portrayed .*
It had been a month since I had taken Erin in. A month since she’d gagged on my cock in the grocery store. A month since her pussy of a boyfriend had left her. A month since she had agreed to come with me.
She hadn’t known what I had planned for her, of course. She’d believed me when I said all wanted was a daily blowjob. You should have seen her face when I took her down to my shelter—she was so nervous, shaking like a shitting dog. And then as I led her into my bedroom, her eyes flashed with fear as she spotted the makeshift collar attached to my bedpost.