Life Is What You Make It [F] [Transformation: Multiple Parts, Inanimate, Race Change] [Reality Shifts, Multiverse]

The post below is an intro I’ve used when starting a roleplay, or shared story writing. All of my posts (in my history) are really just the intro to a much longer story I could, and may, write. I’m posting here because: 1) hopefully it brightens someone’s day and 2) for feedback, thoughts, comments or whatever else in the off chance I decide to take a deeper plunge in writing (and publishing).

 

 

“Well Kim, it happened again. Another promising relationship down the drain by moving too fast”. A loud deep sigh escaped the long red haired woman currently laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. The room had been furnished for several years, and there were many eventful memories being there, but it was actually all brand new to the occupant. Long slender fingers pulled the red hair lying beside her up to a pair of deep green eyes. “I guess I’m half Irish now. Although a better use of time may be figuring out where am I, and who am I. Better yet, when am I?”

 

HORNY GIRL DRIVING AROUND TOWN

I have a little secret.
I get horny a lot!
I really like getting off while I’m driving.
I have my little bag of toys I keep in my trunk at all times.

I like to wear a long skirt, no underwear and drive only around town.
The freeway is too dangerous plus, I like stopping at the stop signals and looking over at you while my vibrator is thrusting into my wet pussy at a thousand pumps a minute.
If you only knew how bad I want to be fucked right now.
If you gave me a sign or asked me to pull over .
I would park in the nearest empty lot.
I would suck you hard.
I would spread my legs and let you pound me over and over again.

But, you have no idea .
The light just turned green.
I’m going to cum!
OH!
OH YA!
So good.

I’m still so wet though.
Still hungry for more.
I need to keep driving for sure!
So, next time you look over to the car in the lane next to you at the stoplight, it might be me.
Horny driving girl.
Send me a signal, I’ll give you a whirl!

Bitch! [Submissive] [MF]

– You look like a whore. Do you like to go out like that?

“Yes,” she answered with a voice cracked with desire. Because I went down to the purchase with a jean shorts, a large T-shirt that shows almost my entire torso on the sides, and underneath a floss bikini that I bought in Rio and it barely covers my nipples. Wearing a chinstrap, going with my face covered as if I were at a carnival party, with sunglasses and a baseball player’s cap, that they only see my body excites me, and excites the men that I meet on my walks, I gets very horny.

– A bitch, you seem so- Lalo tells me with a tone of male, master and husband.

-A vicious bitch- she answered delivered.

I go to the bedroom, wagging my tail like a dog looking for wicked games.

– A bad girl, that’s what you are.

– A vicious little whore.

And I reach out my hands for him to handcuff me. I have been writing a story of domination, during the writing time you have to imagine it and that has had me very horny. Taking out the exhibitionist whore that I am, puts me in heat, when I notice the desire to fuck me in the eyes of the males. I need rough sex.

I’m looking for more CNC, humiliation stories like “When taken at the flood”.

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5042577&page=submissions

title: Taken at the flood.

Summary: Down on their luck couple play a high stakes game of tennis with wealthy antagonists. In the first sequel, the couple win and get to humiliate their tormentors. In the second sequel, the timeline is altered and the couple actually lose.

I thought it was particularly hot.

Are there any more stories like this?

CNC at the gym

The 24 hour gym has a back room I love. It’s out of the way, and most importantly, no windows to give the public a free show. I work swing shift so it’s usually empty when I go, just around midnight.

Tonight there is one man, in the corner, lifting heavy things as men at the gym do. My focus is cardio, always. I warily glance at him occasionally. This man is not bad looking, tall and definitely leads an active lifestyle. Looks a normal sort. He seems engaged in his work and does not make eye contact. Good.

I am sweaty and nearing the end of my goal for the day. My muscles have already opened up and sang in that euphoria after the initial coaxing. Now I am winding down, slowing my heartrate. It has been a good day. Things have been accomplished. I am winning at life all around. I step off the treadmill and cross to my bag.

He grabs me as I have my sweaty face buried in a towel.

Our fantasy [MFM]

My wife and I have several different fantasies that we talk about, usually while one of us orally pleases the other one. One of our favourite things is she’ll tell me what she wants while shes blowing me. So I get this awesome bj for a few minutes, then she switches to stroking or the best is she lays her face along side my cock and whispers her wants. To feel her breathe across my sensitive hard cock is awesome.

One of the best ones as she told to me was as follows. Shes working my dick and feels me getting close so she takes a break and says “want me to talk to you?” This, in our world, doesn’t mean talk about the weather or sports or dinner, it’s done to enhance our expierence. And if she starts it I know it’s going to be good. I groan my acknowledgment to her and she flicks out her tongue across the base of my dick.

I know it needs corrections here and there, but here it is… Hope you will like it! My first attempt of writing… Be gentle :)

The room was dark, the only light was the one from the street.

I’m sleeping. You approach me easily, after a stressful day at work and after your every night shower. You see me sleeping on my stomach with my legs spread, in my favorite T-shirt, that you love like crazy too. You know… That oversized one with that cute owl, which ends right above my Star Wars hipster panties, the black ones with white writing and you feel how it hardens slowly. You take off your towel. You come easily with your hands on my body. I startle and say hello:

– Hey, you’re here! How was work, baby?
– Fucked up… But I’d rather not talk about it now…
I turn over and kiss you.

– What are you up to?
– Well, isn’t it obvious what I want now? And you lie on top of me, clenching my wrists and stretching my hands as you spread my legs slightly aggressive and  start rubbing my pussy with your hard limb.

The First Time [X/f] [bondage] [gag] [toys] [anal] [trans] [nonbinary] [enbydom] [relationship]

*This is the first chapter of an ongoing story I’m writing at* [*kiterose.com*](https://kiterose.com/stories/series/homebodies/?utm_source=reddit&utm_content=reddit_eroticliterature)*, you can read the entire thing there as I add to it* ❤️

Luna had that big grin on their face as they wiggled my pyjama shorts up my legs, daintily tying off the bow and running their hands round to my hold my bum. They moved in close.

“How’re you doing?” they chuckled even as their lips brushed the thick tape covering mine. I huffed out a short breath from my nose, but showed them as best I could with my eyes that I was smiling.

“Mm-hmm”, I nodded, trying to communicate just how happy I actually was with the situation they’d helped me into.

“Glad to hear it,” they pecked at my cheek before reaching up to drape their arms around my neck. “You sure you want all three?” they asked, referring to the three hours I’d told them I wanted to spend here before they released me. I grunted and nodded again.

The Maid Part 2 [MF] [FF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/rapestories/comments/lvw0ok/the_maid/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Its has been days…no, months…years? Emily had no idea how long it has been since that fateful day. The day where she should have kept her nose out of places where it doesn’t belong. Shes been locked up with so many men taking turns with her. At this point she just wanted freedom.

The day to day for her consisted of being chained up in the shack. The first couple of days were a celebration for the guards. That day was only the beginning. So many took turns with her and as many as 5 guys had their way with her. There was no breaks and she was treated like filth. The only thing they did was feed her and let her clean herself once a week.

Now don’t be fooled the feeding isn’t nice. It is shoved down her throat and if she pucked it back up, shes beaten and not allowed to eat till dinner. Dinner is exactly the same only difference is the food. That part is only the least worst part.

On any given day she is stuffed with dildos, placed in the electro stimulation chair for 3 hours, and fucked by at least 4 people…and that’s on a monday. It is worse as the days go on.

The Spanish girl (MF) [Long]

*I live in Brussels, which for those who don’t know is the place where the European Union is headquartered. It’s somewhat comparable to other political capitals in that there’s a large presence of politicians, bureaucrats and lobbyists. It’s a magnet for highly educated Europeans, and even non-Europeans.*

*There is ample amount of 28-40-year-old single women here who have forsaken relationships for their careers. Many of them cannot find men who can handle high-earning career women, many of them simply haven’t put the time into trying to find someone, and many of them are just dweebs who never developed the kind of social skills and maternal instincts that might hold a man’s attention. Some are unhappy, others have made their peace with reality.*

*I’m not your typical Brussels EU bubble guy. I grew up in a big rugged city, I’m not white, and I had no intention of working in anything involving the EU. I arrived in Brussels after a few years living in Latin America (more erotic tales from there soon), so the culture shock was real. It took me a while to realise this, but to compensate for my lack of professional enthusiasm here, I have consoled myself through a series of affairs.*