Poetry & Blood Epilogue [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Vampire]

**Epilogue: How Sweet It Is**

**Kat**

Kat pulled out her phone, double-checking the address.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

She pulled up the ad again:

*WANTED: English major. Experience with editing and copy editing. Female. Experience with romantic fiction, reading or writing. Must be able to read poetry with emphasis, clarity, skill, and accuracy.*

A friend sent her a screenshot of the ad. It was on a site for aspiring writers and copy editors. Apparently, it was for Laura Delazier. Kat had never heard of her, but Izzy swore she was a rising star in the romance world. Her stuff was reportedly dark and graphic, but apparently, that was in.

Kat had assumed she’d be working for Laura, though the ad wasn’t clear. What she hadn’t assumed was that Laura lived in a giant estate in the middle of downtown. It looked like a library or a cathedral. It was oddly Victorian, standing out against the modern and concrete aesthetic around. Not many buildings from that time period were downtown, and even fewer had survived a giant fire from the early 1900’s.

Dressing Room – Linda uses the men’s dressing room, but not alone.

Excited about the invitation to her good friends wedding Linda sets out for a shopping trip. Knowing nothing in her wardrobe will be suitable for such a lavish affair she heads straight to her favorite department store which has a wonderful array of formal dresses and suits. 

Arriving in the department store Linda is surprised by the number of people shopping today but never the less she begins browsing the racks of beautiful dresses. She very quickly selects a wonderful garnet red silk dress that catches her eye. There is only the one of its type & it happens to be her size that seems an omen she thinks to herself. She makes a mad dash to the dressing rooms to be greeted by a very long line up of women. The lady attendant on the dressing room announces they have arranged to open the men’s dressing rooms for those ladies in a hurry. Linda not embarrassed about using the men’s facilities and wanting so much to see how the dress looks heads straight for the men’s dressing room. No line up here she smiles at the handsome young man on duty at the men’s dressing room & takes the back stall. 

I cum riding a train with a stranger [F]

It was a summer rush hour in LA. I need to take the train to meet a friend early in the evening for a party in a club.

I’m all dressed up in a tight fitting top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I’m not wearing a bra either. My silk skirt is short and flirty. A small breeze will lift it up to show my white thong that is clinging to a shaven pussy.

As I was standing and waiting for the train, I can tell that I’m getting some attention when my skirt lift up with the breeze. I can only hold the front of my skirt as my other hand was holding a big paper bag with a present to my friend.

Everyone was feasting on my nice ass. My boyfriend always tell me that I’m the only girlfriend he had with an ass to kill for. I take that as a complement or maybe he tells that to all his previous girlfriend. From the looks of the men at the station, he may be telling the truth.

A Doctor Follows Orders – A doctor and a nurse find each other sexy and enticing. [MFF] [threesome]

I have had a life of hard work. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I was forced to do it that way or that I didn’t want it that way. I did. But, it seems that all my life, I’ve worked hard to achieve what I’ve done then put it to good use.

Being a doctor, that isn’t an unusual story. Just to get into pre-med and stay in pre-med took hard work, especially the organic chemistry part. Ask most doctors, they’ll agree.

Then med school and long hours of classes, labs, study. You can’t do it if you’re not focussed and a hard-worker. Then internship. I think most people have heard a few horror stories about the long, tedious hours doing careful, exacting work when you were bone-tired. Thank god, that’s over.

Now I practice in a hospital, a sizable one (are there any small hospitals?), with many beds and many floors and many patients to see in a day.

I’m also married, though so far without children; married for five years now. My wife, Danielle, is an elementary school teacher with her own interests and concerns. We love each other, of course, but we both tend to work hard and with all we both have going on, our sex isn’t what it once was.

M4A playing F- What about black chicks?

Hey there! I hope you’re having a great day. We always hear about a white girl and BBC, what about the other end of the spectrum?

Today I’m looking for a nice paced (not too fast or slow) burning roleplay in which you’re at least half black. This isn’t a race play (although I could be interested) just moreso about beautiful black women with their soft skin, big eyes, and pretty faces

I’m thinking this could go a few ways, we could be coworkers at a bar, old friends who run into eachother, or perhaps some cheating elements involved as well

I love vanilla type roleplays that have some good build up, teasing, flirting, and detail

If you’re interested shoot me a message! Obligatory 18+ seeking 18+ partners

Bad Girl part 1 to3 {light spanking, bondage} Text I sent M for F

This is an actual text I sent. It is short on descriptions. I will not fix errors. Next few parts tomorrow.

EnJoy!

Bad Girl: Part 1

“You have been a bad girl” I tell you scornfully.

“You have been wearing those yoga shorts and sports bra all day. You know how much they turn me on.” I say.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you were bending over in front of me quite a bit!”

“That’s enough teasing, I want you, NOW!”

“I want you to undress and then undress me.” You do so slowly and teasingly. Finally both naked I say “I want you to stand there still like a stature. You do like I say. I walk around you looking at your features, your beautiful body. I let my hand run across your breast and ass. I spank your ass 5 times. It turns red to my touch.

I lift your tits in my hands playing with them softly. Feeling your nipples grow in my fingertips. I kiss and suck your tits. My cock growing every second.

Breaking April [F/F, Parks and Rec Fanfic, bondage, corruption]

April woke up on a bed in a dim room lit only by candles. She felt a little sweaty though cool; she was draped in a silken hospital patient’s gown. “What the hell…” she starts, a bit dazed, but she was strapped to the bed like a patient in a madhouse, adding to her confusion.

“Oooh, look who’s awake…” a flirty but familiar voice says from the shadows. Alarmed, she watched as footsteps approached revealing Ann wearing her usual nurse scrubs. Except she looked a bit different. April couldn’t tell whether it was the dim lighting but her scrubs looked shorter, tighter, more…sensual. The whole thing was also in April’s favorite color, black.

“Hey April, do you remember the difference between a janitor and a nurse?” Ann asked in an uncharacteristically playful tone.

“W-What?” April asked, disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure she heard Ann’s question properly.

Ann chuckled. “No one dresses up like a janitor when they want to be slutty.”

Gloryhole Whore [M/F, gangbang, orgy, anal, oral, vaginal, public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Passed around, from male to male, she can’t think of anything more erotic than a triple gangbang…

(One of five short scene studies for a client.)

“Christ… She’s so fucking tight…”

The sound of hips slapping emanated through the campsite, even though dawn was just breaking, touching the roofs of the tents. And the campsite whore on their travels was as hot and as ready to go as ever, her arse raised and slamming back at the partner who was taking her right there and then.

She moaned, hair spilling around her face, head ducked, bouncing her huge arse off his hips, taking his shaft deep into her pucker.

“Fuck… Yes, harder… Yes, I need so much more of your cock! Is that all you’ve got for me? I’ll just call the next one over if that’s all you have!”

“Mmm, I want her so bad… Good god – have you seen the tits on her? So huge and round and full…”

The Succubus Clinic [FM] (Succubus, Clinical, Appointment, Cum Fetish, Blowjob)

The building looks far simpler than you expected.

You had assumed that a clinic run primarily by Succubi would be lavish, or that it would at least stand out compared to the rest of the structures on the block. But no, it looked just like any normal office building. If it weren’t for the sign that said “Succubus Clinic”, you might have even just walked right past without noticing that it was your destination.

You enter through the automatic sliding doors at the front of the dull building and are greeted by a waiting room. There are about a dozen other men here, sitting in chairs and browsing through their phones as casually as if they were awaiting a doctor’s appointment. The only indicator as to the true nature of this establishment was the purple-skinned girl sitting behind the desk at the far end of the room.

As you begin your walk towards her, you feel an instinctual urge to back away from the demonic looking seductress. It didn’t even feel that long ago that there were warning signs plastered all over the town:

BEWARE OF SUCCUBUS

What do I want?

An excellent question.
What do I want…
I want it all.

Mind blowing, explosive sex. Raw, animal passionate fucking. Insatiable desire. Pulsing. Angry. Throbbing. Competitive. Clenching. Argumentative. A flirtatious fight, no fear of the pleasure and pain, but an embrace of it. A screaming, depraved, fucking NEED for it.

A demon. A dark shadow in my soul, he watches and waits for me. Ever changing, face melting, shifting, evolving. The demon, he’s there. A master of my mind. Deep in me. It’s a.. desperate need… a desire for my mind, body, and soul, to be taken. To be filled.. To be ravaged… used and violated and FUCKED until I push past the limit. When I’m ready, he will break down my walls… broken, a new woman, a moment of clarity… I must be made to cum. And cum. I need it. My demon. He will give it to me. He will let cum and cum and cum again. Until I know longer know who I am… where I’m at…or anything else… Until I know nothing but the intense waves of volcanic pleasure my demon burns into me as he renews my aching soul. I burn back at him, as I move below him, brighter than the sun, and he rips the orgasm from my body. A new woman, I am reborn, until I’ve finally collapsed beneath the pleasure.