Smugglers Ch 6 (Star Wars, Togruta, Teen, Cumslut, Facial, Titjob, Vaginal, Creampie, In Heat, MF, Adventure)

[Link to Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o1pizv/smugglers_ch_5_star_wars_twilek_romantic_oc_bath/)

In Vashtin’s mind it felt like stealing a ton of gold bricks was infinitely easier than getting any true value from them. The pieces of gold were cool to look at it, but they were not single pieces to be bought traded for other goods or services. Sums of cold hard credits would be the best measure of their worth and finding someone interested in dealing with stolen goods became the crew’s mission after they left Tabortil. Not only was the gold stolen it was also incredibly Imperial in nature. While they were branded with the old Republic sigil the smuggler captain from Jabiim had the distinct feeling that Emperor Palpatine and the men who maintained the Empire wouldn’t care about the small technicality. So, to offload as much of the gold for credits as they could the Ion Wolf had gone from Tabortil to Nar Shadda, better known as the Smuggler’s Moon by smugglers, thieves, bounty hunters and all other manner of career lawbreakers.

Reunited [MF] [Cheating] [Exhibitionist] [Collaboration]

This story is a collaborative effort between u/keppler26 and u/WillyP_thescout, we hope you enjoy this one.

————— Michael —————

I am sitting in the airport bar sipping my third Gin and Tonic. It is another two hours before my flight leaves, taking me to a stopover destination. Then Kuwait and finally back to the hell that is Iraq. I hear a voice over the intercom announce that my flight has been delayed due to technical issues. It is a brief relief until you catch my eye.

You are absolutely stunning in a grey sundress and designer six inch heels. I wonder if you will recognize me after three years. After all, we only spent one night together in Majorca. Both of us were driven crazy by lust and tequila that night. As I take another sip of my drink we lock eyes and you give me a friendly yet sultry smile, you have spotted me.

—————- Violet —————

A curtain for my fantasies. [MF] [Exhibitionist & Voyeur] [Teasing] [Masturbation] [Couple sex] [squirting]

Before I start, just a few words.

This is my first erotic story, so please excuse me for any grammatical errors (English is not my native language).

So I welcome any criticism, or advice, to the text so that I can correct myself in the future for any new story.

This is just a little fantasy of mine that I had for quite some time and I never tried to write it down, so it’s the time.

Hope you will enjoy it.

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I imagine myself in a large bright room. Sitting in a heavy leather
chair. In front of me a white curtain. Suddenly a nice girl enters the
room. I’ve known this girl and we’ve known each other for years, since
school. Well, this girl is the one I’ve always dreamed of fucking
intensely, unfortunately she has always enjoyed just teasing me,
sometimes with photos and rarely just telling me about her sexual
adventures about her, so ruthless. Oh how many times I have maturbated thinking of her naked body.

Don’t Stop Now (Just A Taste continued) (M/F) (long) (realistic nurse/doctor)

Don’t Stop Now

After Wyatt is called to the desk, I let him leave first. I give it a few minutes before I walk out trying to keep it from being obvious we were together. As I stand there in the closet alone, I lean against the wall and relish in what just happened. I don’t honestly think I can get enough of that man. The chemistry between us is almost tangible. The longer I think about it the more I feel my pussy swell and ache for his touch. I slide my hand into my scrubs slipping my middle finger into my dripping wet slit. I feel my hood piercing and press down. It send a jolt of pleasure throughout my body. I could easily stand here and make myself cum, but I want to wait for him. I enjoy the sweet torment of the tension that builds. I slide my hand back out, fix my scrubs and hair, and walk back out to the nurses station.

The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 12

All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!

**P.S**. the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts, but can also be external actions. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkj82a/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkzeun/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nlko16/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nm128h/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_4/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nn2k92/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_5/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/noxuco/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_6/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nr59iy/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_7/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nsp8vw/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_8/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nxay2i/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_9/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o4f0jp/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_10/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o674dc/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_11/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Here is the background. This is a fictional story.

**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*

**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover.*

**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*

**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*

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*A new pleasure*

The Pool Boy [MF]

I got a summer job cleaning pool around my town since I wanted to save money for college. I had just graduated high school and my parents spent my college tuition on a new boat so here I am. It wasn’t the most exciting job since I do it alone most of the time so you don’t have the pleasure of co-workers to fuck with. The heat this summer was also brutal, so I was always wearing my short swimming trunks and tank tops to keep cool.

The request came in for a new client in a high end neighborhood across town and the boss gave it to me. He told me to mind my manners and make sure I do a good job because the people in this neighborhood tip well. I gathered up the supplies I needed, got in the truck, and headed over there. I pull up to a white house that has stairs leading from the street, a beautifully landscaped yard, and large windows on both stories. I though “man I’ve never been to a house this nice.”

Musings [self] and Losing The Plot [M/F]

Find a way to turn your storm into hers. Energy is not delivered without direction; pinpoint your entry and strike deliberately. Each touch becomes lightning when you are a force of nature. From divine lips to her hips, do not miss a chance to make her your doll, even if only for the moment.

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Intimidation of self-reconciliation manifesting as a conflagration of humiliation leads to instances of exacerbation of trepidations.

Tik, Tok, Tik, Tok, mortality runs around the clock. Her sleepless nights of endless flights through rose-tinted fields of thoughts.

She verifies he terrifies her story’s fragile plot. The protagonist taunts her chalice with a lustful analogous trot. He walks along her flowing stream and finds a cozy cot. Inside this cot, her mind distraught, by what? He knows not.

For he never knew her, her dreams were never his. Twelve years their adventure, four kisses and two kids. Her surprise was his demise, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in to offer a kiss, he received her cheek. She was not expecting visitors, and what a sight to see; the man before her, with her ring on, did not possess the key.

Eating Out in SF: Ch 2 [MF][Fem Domination]

“I had a great night,” the tucked in shirt with a fancy belt buckle whispered while drawing in close.

“Oh… yeah?” Halley replied, trying not to belch from eating nearly all of her wagyu beef at Lord Stanley, paid for by the crisp shirt.

He leaned in to kiss the girl and she quickly turned her head, to offer the man venue to deliver an awkwardly dismal kiss on her cheek.

“Did… umm… did you have a good time?” the shirt inquired, embarrassed and becoming irate.

“Such a good time!”

“Well… this is our third date and we haven’t kissed yet. I was hoping…,” the man whined.

Halley had gone on two other dates with the thirty year old coder-bro whose name she couldn’t quite remember. All of the men blended in together and this wasn’t the first time she had completely forgotten every detail except how much she enjoyed the amazing food she had consumed on their dates. The instant she met this man, she knew there was zero chemistry and she probably would never even kiss the clean shaven, intentionally messy haired, well-dressed wallet that had aggressively pursued her on Bumble.

How a girl made my wildest fantasies come true!

This happened a couple of years ago in simpler precovid times!

It had been a year in grad school and life was going as great as it can get in the school! Satisfactory grades, money, and social life. Well almost as great as it can get with nonexistent sex life. In hindsight deciding to be in an extremely long-distance relationship during university is not the greatest decision I have taken. I had a steady gf for four years but could only meet her once or twice a year complicating already a dull relationship. But it was not like I was looking to fuck every girl in sight the thought of cheating had not crossed my mind ever.

But as the fall semester started, came the influx of passionate and energetic bunch of newbies (Can’t really call them freshmen since it’s a grad school). I was on my to a cookout with a friend when we met a couple of newbie girls B and C. B was the chatty one with oodles of questions for my friend who she already knew. She was almost nauseatingly positive and bubbly, but at the same time had an attractive passion. My friend talked me up as the one with the know-how of University politics and connections. Which promoted B and C both to ask for my number for future help.