Interactive-story: Lisa’s downfall [The_Simpsons][Fan-Fic][Slutification][Extreme][possible Non-Con][possible Rape][possible Prostitution]

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***Disclaimer:*** *A few months ago somebody asked me to roll-play a very fetish specific “The Simpsons” scenario. Specifically, one that contained an adult Lisa Simpson being transformed into a slut. Future conversation revealed that being forced (or almost forced) into basically being a whore better describes it. So be warned, this story might contain a lot of none-consensual elements. I know, this is a bit extreme but I really like writing (even tough I am not good at it) and produced the text you are about to read. The original idea was that two people drive the story by essentially taking turns. Or at least suggesting what will happen next. That person stopped showing up and therefore stopped giving me input. I don’t know if this was due to the story, the pandemic situation or something I did. Maybe it was just too much work. Regardless I guess I have to do something with this story. I don’t want to throw it away and maybe (just maybe) somebody likes it.*

[MF] D/s. Showing off his good girl.

The room was dark and just a little on the cool side, as I settled onto the bench. My skin was tingling with anticipation, and my nipples began to harden in the air as my master arranged my naked body the way he wanted it. He bound my hands above my head, checking I was comfortable. It was to be a long session today.

Master’s fingers teased my already hardening nipples to their pretty peaks, twisting and pulling to get a reaction from me, a slight moan of pleasure, before my gasp of pain as he tightened the clamps on them, a chain connecting them to my collar.

“Good girl” he told me, with a kiss on the cheek, his voice low and telling of how turned on he was, his fantasy about to be fulfilled.

Softly his fingers traced over my stomach and down my thighs, where he roughly forced my knees apart, making me draw a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. He fixed my feet and knees in place and I heard him moving about in the darkness. Anticipation filled me and I confess I started to get a little damp from the expectation of what was to come.

I Feed You Touch And Harvest Shivers [FM][Vanilla][Poetry]

I feed you touch and harvest shivers
My fingers, they explore your skin
Push you, until your patience withers
Get you out of breath, rhythm

It rains outside, an in your mind
My voice seeps deep into your brain
My fingers help you tense, unwind
Yours hold onto the sheets in vain

I make you forget that you don’t like me
That my charme does not bother you one bit
Make you moan merely to spite me
As your legs they part, and split

You make me fight for any leeway
Dare me to make a mistake now
Dare me to rush, or try to delay
Dare me to reap what I did sow

I get so lost, in this your fury
The violence inside your glare
You are my judge, my peers and jury
To your ruling I adhere

My biggest fantasy I wish could come true [FMM+]

I may never be able to experience this, but if any bored author likes the idea and wants to write the story I would be very happy!

My girlfriend is on my computer one day and accidentally opens my internet history after I forgot to delete it. When she looks through she sees story after video after story of girlfriends having sex with their boyfriend’s friends. She’s shocked but intrigued and decides to surprise me by making my dream come true. One day when all my best guy friends are over she surprises me by seducing everyone in front of me. I then watch as she makes my dreams come true!

Harp, 2019.

This was one of my love letters that I wrote a couple of years ago. I don’t feel the same about the person I wrote it for but I remember the joy I felt when I wrote it. I’m trying to retrace some steps here to rediscover my joy for this kind of writing.

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Maintenance Man[NSFW] [Str8]

“Hello, maintenance anyone home.”

Slight moans coming from afar bedroom. Curious about the sound, I had to decide. Should I go check it out or do my job? Moans are getting louder and I’m getting hard.

“Let me mind my business and change this damn filter.”

“Ah oh my god”

Aunt Maya | Maya Aunty Part 6

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nmk63z/aunt_maya_part_5/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Few minutes into the night, she turned towards me and put a leg on top on mine, her pussy was right at my dick. Her dress was at her hips exposing all of her lower body, one of the boobs popped out, I caressed her bare butt and kissed her boobs. The dress was a nuisance, didn’t serve any purpose, so i removed it and threw it on the floor. We were now both naked, I hugged her tight skin to skin, & rubbed my dick on her pussy for few moments, she didn’t respond actively so I just hugged her and shut my eyes, with my dick just a little bit in her.

Next morning I woke and found myself alone in her bed, it might have been little after 7:30. The room was bright with day light, I loved the setting of the room, spacious, clean and had a warm and cozy feel to it. I scooted up and sat on the bed resting against the head-board. I was browsing my phone and Maya walked into the room with tea for me and a coffee for her self. She gave me the tea with a smile and ‘Good morning’ greeting. She was in a black skirt and light blue plain shirt, the shirt was well ironed and formal, the skirt was short, somewhat casual and simple, her hair was let loose but well brushed and straight. She went to her work desk and settled on the chair, turned the chair/herself towards me as she had her coffee.

First Time For Anything [Part 2] [foreplay] [20M/18F]

Each undoing was starting to become his own; his breath was becoming more heavy as the rest of his torso gradually became exposed. Before he knew it, his shirt was lying open in either side of him.

After one last lap of his warm neck, Genevieve suddenly stopped what she was doing, lifting herself up to observe her handiwork.

Matthew’s tan torso was slightly toned, but that was normal for someone who was active – more so than herself. Genevieve’s searching eyes glazed over his body as if it were a piece of cake, her cheeks becoming more red as they landed on his begging bulge.

“Damn…” She muttered.

“Like what you see, Gen?” He gave her a cheeky grin.

“Ah…” Her lustful expression turned to that of frustration. “Shut up…”

Matthew could only laugh, as at this point, he reveled in catching her off guard at her most vulnerable moments. But which one of them was truly the most vulnerable?

Quietly, he used his index finger to beckon her over to him. Hesitantly, she leaned back down towards his face, over his body once more.

First Time For Anything [foreplay] [20M/18F]

“Wait…you want to do…that?” Matthew’s face turned red, looking down at his girlfriend in surprise.

“Y…yes…” Genevieve embarrassingly squeaked. “I’ve never…um…”

“Made out?”

She bobbed her head silently, her face also red. “I…haven’t been thinking the purest things, lately.”

“I suppose it comes with the territory…” He chuckled. “But let’s just say, I’m not too innocent, myself…” As he says this, he tilted her head up to him; giving her a mischievous smile.

The red on her face deepened in hue. Looking down at her lips with an underlying desire, Matthew looked back into her eyes.

Leaning down next to her ear, he whispered, “Is this what you want?”

Tucking her hands in betwixt her legs out of sheer nervousness, she returned her answer.

“Mhm…”

Without a second thought, Matthew put his lips on hers; Genevieve letting out an inward gasp.

The kisses started out light and feathery, enough to ease her into the rhythm; each collision becoming slower and deeper.

Until eventually, Genevieve felt the warm sensation of his gentle, rough tongue tracing her inner lips. This made her flinch, squirming against the hands that she tucked between her.

“Tom and I”. [F]. Risky Public Masturbation.

*Preface*: *Hi! This is my first time writing erotica and also short fiction, so I’d be interested to see if anyone likes it? I’ve got some follow up plot and ideas with this set of characters (this is just dipping a toe in) so please me know if you’re a fan :-).*

*I’m a little nervous, but thank you to anyone who reads this!*

*TOM AND I*

I met Tom six months ago, during the annual Christmas party at my husband’s office. I spent most of the evening schmoozing my husband’s clients and drinking as much champagne as I could get my hands on – after all, there’s little less interesting than discussing the inner workings of a conglomerate for six hours. At first, Tom didn’t seem like anything special. He was just another face in the room, another person to eventually partake in mundane conversation with until one of us thought of a good excuse to leave. That was, until he spoke to me.