Dear diary (update) – mental notes from mom, Jenn, and Mark

[Mom]

I think we’re settling into our new normal after the events of this weekend. Jenn went back to school Sunday night, leaving me and Mark here together. I’ve noticed Mark being more attentive to both me and Jenn, which is such a nice change. I’m still not sure how things will play out in the long run. There’s still an unknown factor to all this that I’m not sure how to plan for. Not sure if planning for it’s even possible tbh.
That unknown feeling is mostly around Mark. Jenn has always been the following type. She’ll keep in line just fine. And so will I. Not sure what kind of leader Mark will be for this family. Case in point, yesterday morning’s incident. Can’t keep my mind off it.

I tell you about what I did with my ex and you fuck me sorry (F19)

My chest was heavy as I got home from work. How would I be able to look you in the eyes and tell you what I did? That I let him fuck me…That I liked it. As soon as I walked through the door you greeted me warmly and my stomach turned. I couldn’t get it out of my head. The guilt, the arousal. It was a war. You asked me how my day was and I smiled back at you, telling you that it was fine. We sat on the couch and you could tell something was weighing on me. You asked what was wrong and I sighed, my eyes starting to well a little.

“I saw my ex today”. I breathed. Your eyebrows raised “oh?”
“He just came in to work to talk. I told him I had nothing to say to him but the way he looked at me- I took him into my office.” I waved my hand as of to dismiss what happened. “I’m sorry.”
You’re just sat next to me, unsure of what to even say. A few minutes pass before you ask me to tell you everything. Reluctantly I tell you that he apologised for how things ended. He told me he still thought about me all of the time, thought about what I was doing, what I was wearing… how I looked under the dress I was wearing.

My duty (Female POV, Virgin, breeding, gangbang)

Today I become a woman.

It is the duty of the women in my family to produce the heir. It doesn’t matter which one of us it is, as long as we give birth to a healthy baby boy. I would not have to go through this myself if the ceremonies of my older sisters and cousins had been successful, but none of them have any sons. My uncle, our Leader explained that it was up to me, now. I was of age, and it was my duty.

I walked into the hut alone, wrapped in a ceremonial robe, feeling nervous. The oldest sons from every family were there, about a dozen young men in all; every family would feel privileged to think their son fathered the heir. They were all naked and had hungry looks in their eyes.

One of them stepped forward and pushed my robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The boys stared at my perky breasts, my taught stomach, and my lithe legs. The one who disrobed me took me by the hand and led me to a thick pile of skins in the middle of the floor. He sat down, pulling me with him. I had known him, and the rest of them, since we were children, but now it was time to do our duty and become adults.

Personal erotica stories

Will do an erotica short story for $1 each story.

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[A4M] Erotic/Psychological Horror!

*****Hello, Fellow writers! My name is Teddy and I am in search of a writing partner who endulges in the darker aspects of literature! I’m 18, And though I’m biologically female, I am gender fluid! As you can tell by now, I’ve got my fair share daddy issues, so i’m no stranger to getting way too close to home with some scenarios.*****

*My hard limits are simple, Really! No scat/piss/feet/or any **over the top** gore! Though, I’m quite flexible with gore in general! Anything else, Regarding kinks/certain fetishes, I am quite fine with! Especially since I am looking for someone to push my limits in general! This roleplay is to be as disturbing as they come, So of course my characters are going to be quite innocent/naive.*

*****I have quite a few scenarios already listed down and ready to be sent out, But first I do believe that I should make myself clear with what type of writer I am looking for! I personally write in a novela-esque style, Multiple paragraphs and in-depth detail in general! I also like world building, But that is not necessary most of the time as long as we’ve got a setting in store. As for plotlines, I’ve got four characters (two male, two female) ready for the roles depending on gender/personality preference. The type of horror I aim for in general is simply stemming from deprivation in humanity/sanity. Think Devil’s rejects/Texas chainsaw massacre. Mean. I simply like villains who tend to be monsters in general.*****

Poetry & Blood Part 12 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 12: The Poet’s Kiss**

**Abby**

Abby held her breath as she heard paper sliding under her door. She closed her laptop and scampered over to find an unfortunate stack of papers from Miss K. Abby sighed and bent down, picking up the stack and taking them to her desk. She’d hoped it would be from her pen pal, but no. They were Miss K’s manuscript, covered in red ink already from the mysterious Laura that the staff occasionally whispered about. Whenever they caught Abby listening, they clammed up and got back to work. Silently.

So far Abby had figured out that Laura was another copy editor. She had seen her before. She was in the … uh … Muse Sessions … with Miss K and the other women for a while. Abby didn’t get a good look at her though. She never talked to anyone during a session. Honestly, she did her best to avoid eye contact with everyone involved. She averted her eyes while she read, often using the book of Marcilla’s poetry to block the sight of what the women did to each other, though she could never block it out entirely. She couldn’t stop seeing the occasional flash of bare flesh. She couldn’t stop the sound. You wouldn’t believe how much sound the body makes during sex, even with the mouth closed, but once they started speaking or moaning, it was a cacophony of pleasure.

Clementina, Part VI [erotic horror, monster, violence, gore, anal, dp, incest-s/s-m/s, MFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES GORE, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, DOUBLE PENETRATION, VIOLENCE, INCEST, AND MORE. THIS STORY IS GROSS AND EXTREME.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

That aside, if this is your thing, then read on and enjoy. As always, I read and appreciate all comments, even if I do not necessarily have the time to reply.

Thanks.

Clementina

Part VI

I woke up late the next morning with a minor headache and well over a foot of morning wood that left me wondering if there was any blood left to take care of the rest of my bodily needs. I think my cock was still growing a little from the light phallite.

Inoportune call [MF]

All day waiting for a call from the courier company that lost my shipment, and they have to call at the best time …

Clothes scattered on the floor of the room and our bodies melting into one with a wild sweetness.

Sparks flew between Max and I from the first moment we met, although it took us months to stop trying to silence all that outrageous sexual attraction we felt for each other. When we finally took the step and surrendered to our mutual charms, it was tremendous. A weekend without leaving home, visiting each room and discovering more and better games to enjoy our time together.

After a short time we knew each other perfectly and we knew which keys to play and when to play it. We had developed a high degree of confidence, and we both shared a taste for kinkiness, so I didn’t think about it.

Riding on Max my cell phone started ringing and I glared at him as he stretched out his arm. “You’re not going to get it, are you?” Max asked me. “I need to, but you don’t stop…” I replied.

Step Sister Corruption Part 80 – Day 41 Offer Talk (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

We sat at the dining table. Each of us drinking our own version of whatever woke us up….and nothing on.

I was drinking coffee from Linoleum which I had a weekly drop off courtesy of Karinna and Mia. Though they hasn’t been a regular fuck for me like Summer and Kel. More or less they were the occasional fuck at least once a week.

Something about only so much Mia can handle before she needs rest. And Karinna say’s she doesn’t want to get attached seeing how I was with Summer who was gracious enough to share with her and Mia.

Summer was drinking tea.

And Kel was trying to drink coffee courtesy of her favorite typical white girl blend courtesy of the mega coffee chain that has brain washed every girl into pumpkin spice addicts.

We sat lightly sipping.

Summer first spoke, “I still can’t believe Dr Braxter offered you that deal.”

I smiled, “Yeah apparently we weren’t the only ones that she made equal offers to.”

Kel huffed, “F’cking b’tch.”

Kel’s speech had begun to improve as her body was still healing from the onslaught that team did to her.

A Few Days at Fucktoy School: Chapter II

*(disclaimer: all characters are over 18 and this story is pure fantasy through and through, it describes things at best highly immoral and at worst highly illegal in real life. Please be safe and sane, friends. Life is too short to suffer.)*

I was walking to observe another class when I saw this bitch with this fat bubble butt peaking out underneath her red plaid skirt, swaying and bouncing and getting me just hard, as a fucking steel pole. The halls were almost empty and I could just smell that sweet wet cunt of hers, and my heart started pumping, blood surged in my veins, my muscle tensed, and my dick got so hard, so heavy, as blood rushed to fill it.

“Excuse me,” I called out, and bubble butt bitch turned.

“Oh Sir,” she said, running up to greet me. “What can I do for you?” She said as she bit her lip.

I pulled her to the side of the hallway, I couldn’t help myself, I positively attacked her, I wanted to see those round ass cheeks bounce back and forth on my dick as my student screamed “Yes Sir thank you Sir.” Good girl.