Attempt #1 [MF]

It is our first time. We are both sober and have not drunk fucked.

I am just about to enter you and that moment is of infinite possibility.

But for me It feels like I am standing at the edge of a very high diving platform, looking at the pool’s water so impossibly far away, but I know once I step off, dive in, I will be there, in you, stunningly fast.

I feel you hold me, position me, placing me at you entrance. The heat is radiating from you onto the tip of my penis.

And I will ask “Are you sure?” and she will say, “yes…” and…

The first touch is wet, impossibly warm; I press into you and you solid wall of flesh opens for me. It doesn’t feel like I’m pressing forward, not at first at least, but I am being led. I immediately feel your walls around me; I will be forced to stop moving, but I will not stop the pressure I am are applying steadily into you. I feel your heat increase, feel the wetness and you open further and fall in, fall into you

First post

This one girl in my of my classes always ended up sitting behind me. We had 2 classes together a week and I would always get there early because of the way my schedule worked. She would always get there 5 minutes after me and sit behind me, no matter where I was. One time it was in the very front row, and she sat in the second. I didn’t mind. She was pretty hot. I just never really got to admire it because she was always behind me. One day she came in a little later and couldn’t get the seat right behind me so she got the one next to it. I glanced up and smiled at her and she smiled back. I couldn’t help but notice the sexy little skirt she had on. I looked down after smiling at her and immediately noticed her legs open with no parties on. I was immediately hard. I then opened my laptop and let it start up and then go in rest mode so that the screen was darkened and I could get a good reflection. Sure enough I could see perfectly up her skirt again. I pretended to be cleaning my screen for a few minutes when really I was just staring at her open legs. I was really hard and it was about to be obvious. I tried to hide it but I was summer and all I had was shorts and a shirt. Not even a backpack, just my laptop case. I had to stop looking at her for a bit to try to help the situation but then all I could do was imagine her legs opening a little more when she pulled in her seat. I knew if I caught it at the right time I would be in for a show. Someone in the back behind asked a question so I pretended to be listening but I really just took a quick glance under her desk again and sure enough her legs were wide open and her skirt had even ridden up a little. I immediately went hard again and had to stop looking for the rest of class. The next day she sat right next to me. The first time ever I actually got to talk to her and see her from a view other than behind me. She was really nice and sweet. She had nice blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She leaned in to ask me something and almost flashed me by leaning in and showing off how low her shirt was.

The Starjumper Chronicle – Ch 4 (OC, Star Wars, Mara Jade, Mindbreak, Creampie, Master/Slave)

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[(Previous Chapter)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WildquillsIsland/comments/m80pme/the_starjumper_chronicle_ch_3_oc_star_wars_ahsoka/) (there was no sex in Ch 3, but you can look through the story here.)

The artificial air flowing through the corridor of the Quonavis was thick with tension. The two figures stood only a few feet from one another and up until recently both had been heading for the Starjumper’s room. In the span of twenty seconds the entire situation had been flipped on its head. Kiiran Sorar snarled up at the strange redhead as she declared her identity and her status as an enemy. The Starjumper hated himself for being so careless. Boredom while waiting for his ship to be repaired had seen him frequenting the station’s bars and all too easilyy he had seen the redheaded beauty as an opportunity for entertainment and a way to kill time. Now he had a blaster pointed for his chest and little chance of even getting to use his martial prowess against an enemy who seemed quite set on arresting him. It was interested to note that she called him a rebel. As he leaned up to take a better look at the mystery woman, she shook her head and squared the small holdout blaster against him.

A Spider Named Claire, Encounter 1: Succubus [MF][Femdom][CBT][Sci-Fi][Drugs]

This is my first time attempting to write any kind of fiction, much less erotic. Any feedback/critique appreciated beyond content. I already know I have weird taste. :)

A few notes as preface:

* The ship this scene takes place on is at rest and depends on thrust for gravity. So currently – zero g.
* I really hate the obligatory physical description part of most stuff I read on here, so I omitted it. Use your imagination and fill in the gaps. Protag is written to be a handsome self-insert.

Hope you enjoy!

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I was pulling myself along a series of padded handholds down the corridor to the Hospitality sector, on my way to see Claire. I felt a little silly booking her for the third time in as many weeks, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, the little razor edge I could see glinting behind her eyes. I told myself this time I’d do it, I’d ask about getting dommed. She was a professional, after all, it’s business for her, not personal. I wasn’t going to pussy out again.

Dinner time… (MF) (Control)

Go easy, this is my 1st post. I usually write for friends, this is my 1st time posting any of my writing.

We finally have come to an agreement. You decided enough time has past, and you are going to let your gaurd down. You are going to give in and give up all control of yourself to me. You have made a very powerful choice in allowing someone else to take control of you and all that you are. This evening will be one you will never forget.

The white wolf and the hiker (part 3 +1+2recap. There is a spin in this installment, it’s a little slower)

(part1+2)[https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m6e48q/the_white_wolf_and_the_hiker_part_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share]

There Lynn sat, flat on her naked bum in the middle of a cave in the middle of nowhere. It had been 3 days since she first met the wolf, she couldn’t explain it but she felt fulfilled and happy, as though she belonged.
It’s not like she never thought of the life she left behind, although the man she left behind was not missed. Derrick was a real narcissistic asshat that she didn’t miss, yes he had a good dick which was honestly the only reason she kept him around, but that was before she met her new lover. The ever calm and peaceful great white wolf. She sat alongside him as the fire slowly crackled away in the background.

Daydreams

I want to preface this short erotic story by noting that although I like to explore these fantasies, please never instigate sexual activity without all parties complete voluntary informed consent ♥️

(Also I wrote this at my desk at work so it might not be amazing but I thought it was a hot story!)

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There he was again, leaning against the brick wall at the train station entrance, lost in his newspaper and sipping on his coffee. I watched eagerly as he took a sip, first blowing through the small hole in the coffee cup lid to cool it down, then taking a gulp. The coffee wasn’t the only thing that was hot, that was for sure.

I watched him from the other side of the entrance, attempting to draw out every drag of my cigarette so I had an excuse to stand around and watch him. He was dressed smart so it was clear he had some sort of fancy job, but it wasn’t his expensive shoes or his tailored suit that caught my eye…. it was the bulge in his pants. I forced myself to stop staring but it was so difficult not to stare.

asstr.org seems to have finally died.

Yesterday I couldn’t contact asstr.org. Today neither and downforeveryoneorjustme.com/asstr.org tells me it is *not* “Just Me”
The last great vestige of free speach storytelling has apparently succumbed. It will be missed.

Hotazel [MF]

[I don’t know if anyone will like this. I write for myself really. Let know if you would like to read more]

As the car rolled to a complete halt, I banged the steering wheel with my hands. It wouldn’t help in the least but it made me feel a lot better, for about ten seconds. The engine fired once again, out of sheer spite then fell silent.

I sat back and looked around. In every direction, the southern Kalahari stretched, shimmering into the distance: gavel plains, crags, red baked earth, stunted juniper trees. This was crap.

I looked through the paper work on the passenger seat and found the phone number of the rental company back in Joburg. I tapped the number into the phone then looked dumbly at the phone: no signal. This bigger crap. The road from van Zylrus to Hotazel sees little traffic and it could be a long time before another car passes. I may even have to stay the night. I wasn’t overly concerned: I had water and I had food.

A workplace encounter [MF]

I’ve been thinking about what it would be like if we were to bump into each other during a meeting. Sitting across from each other, everyone around us oblivious to how intimately we know each other. I’m wearing the dress I wore the first time you fucked me, and the blue heels I had wrapped around your neck that last time in my truck. My pussy is getting wetter by the second thinking about it and I can’t focus on what is being discussed. You get a little shifty in your seat and I can tell you’re having the same thoughts.

The room starts to clear, you take your time gathering your things because you don’t want to stand with a raging hard-on. We’re the last two people in the room, but we haven’t actually acknowledged each other yet. We reluctantly head toward the door. Just as we’re about to exit the room, you slowly close the door and lock it.