Forced — Forced to have sex with my boyfriend during a fight.

It was happening again. We were fighting, I don’t even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.

I screamed at him, “You’re a manipulative fucking prick!”

He screamed back, “You’re a two faced lying bitch!”

We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He’d never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.

He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I’d hit him in the past, he’d never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn’t hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me.

First time deep throating a cock. [m/f] [alpha male] [dom play] [his pleasure] [my pain]

I went on a date the other night. Well a date as much as one can have right now. Mitch swiped on tinder and we matched. He has the kind of body that makes a woman droll. A smile that makes you swoon. Eyes that bid you to do as he asks.

I was pretty nervous and excited. I showered. Shaved. Did my hair. A hint of make up. Had to have the perfect hey I’m comfy but also cute but also fuck me outfit on.

I walked in. He leads me to the living room. Extends out a snuggly blanket. I take it. He asks if I’d like anything to drink. Before I answer he is walking to the kitchen. “Water would be nice,” I responded.

The tv was on and I sat down on amazing couch. Definitely one that I would not be allowed to gush on. I curled up with the blanket and he was back with my water.

He sat close to me and told me to share, as he grabbed for the blanket. And we were snuggled in. Bodies curled up together.

[30F] I’m going to ask you to imagine something

Imagine this.

Imagine that you’re part of a friend group, a very close friend group, of two guys and three girls. Now imagine you’ve been close friends for maybe 15 years, since early high school, and imagine that this is just an incredibly normal, though somewhat nerdy and academically successful, group of friends.

Imagine that you’re the shyest, nerdiest guy in the group, and naturally, you’ve grown up maybe fantasizing about any – or all – of the three girls in the group on and off over a long period of friendship. That would be natural, right?

Now imagine there’s a fourth girl, who isn’t a part of the main group, but is very close friends with a few of you from the group, and very familiar with it. She occasionally joins you and hangs out as well. She and one of the main three girls in your group also have a best friend, a fifth girl, who also hangs out with you occasionally, but less commonly (she’s mainly friends with the two women separately). You know both of them very well.

[MF] Friends, to Roommates, to Lovers (Pt. 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kkz4qz/mf_work_friends_to_friends_to_roommates/?ref=share&ref_source=link)

Eliza and I had been sleeping with each other for a few weeks now. Inadvertently living together made our arrangement even sexier. Like yesterday, she finished her workout at the gym down the street and came back as I was preparing dinner. I was trying a new recipe and finishing up as she walked in.

“Oh wow, that smells so good!” she exclaimed as she took off her hoodie in the mudroom by the kitchen. Underneath she was wearing a bright green sports bra and black leggings. She reaches around me to the stove to try to sneak a bite of the stir fry as I was stirring another pot. “No…” I said. “It isn’t ready yet… go shower before you make more problems with that outfit.”

I see her blush a bit and bite her lip. “Problems?” she asks innocently. “I bought this bra because I knew green was your favorite color. Isn’t it?” Her comment sending a shiver up my spine.

“Is that so? Just for me?” I return the coy retort. I turn down the stove to a simmer and turn to face her, looking her up and down in the tight outfit. “In that case, take it off.” I say confidently. I see her swallow hard, and smile right before she pulls it up and off revealing her large breasts.

Jen’s strapon (pegging mf)

Jen and I met at a bar and were just getting to know each other. She was tall and a little muscular from being on the rowing and swim teams, but other than that she was an average looking girl with big tits and a filthy mouth.

Being in our early twenties we always met at bars and went to one of our apartments to fuck. She had made a bunch of strapon jokes and it had me interested but I didn’t want to volunteer or anything like that. I played it cool.

But one night after a few drinks we were back at my place and she was blowing me and then she licked my ass.

“Holy shit”. I gasped. “Wow”

“There’s a lot more where that came from” and she went full on rimming me for a few minutes. It was a weird feeling as a dude, not the butt licking. That felt great. But laying there like a girl getting my ass licked. Then she lifted my legs and started to hump me with her pussy.

[Les] [FF] I Lost a Friend but Gained a Lover

I’d always thought we were best friends. We did everything together. We went shopping, got coffee, saw movies, and even a few vacations together. It wasn’t until recently that I realized we weren’t best friends. We were lovers.

She had come over to pregame with me before a girls’ night out. She brought some vodka and smirnoff ices and I had the fridge stocked with white claws. We started drinking pretty fast. Eventually we began to talk about the last guys we’d slept with. I had mentioned that he had no clue how to eat a girl out, and come to find out that she had a similar experience. “Guys just don’t know a woman’s body” she said. “I sometimes think about what it would be like to fuck a girl just so I could get my pussy eaten out right.” “Omg I totally get that” I responded. “Like I don’t know if that makes me bi but I just wanna try it, you know?” “Right?” She said back. “We should try and find a girl tonight and get her to eat us out.” “Omg we totally should!” I responded. “That’d be so hot.” My pussy started to feel wet at that thought. Finally getting to have an orgasm from oral sex? Sign me up! Then what my friend said next caught me totally off guard. “You know, it would be easier than finding a girl if we just…I don’t know…just did it ourselves.” I thought she was joking, so I started to laugh. “Omg you’ve definitely had too much to drink already.” I said. She looked back at me, biting her lip in a subtle way. “Maybe” she said “but maybe there was some truth to it.” She locked eyes with me. I bit my lip unexpectedly. All of a sudden, I saw her in a whole new light. All of a sudden, I wanted to fuck my best friend.

In the morning [NSFW]

4:24 am

4:25 am

4:26 am

Okay, why the fuck is the time going so slow? I shut my eyes again only to wake them up and see 4:27 am. I groan into my pillow and I take a few deep breaths.

Maybe if you calm yourself down you can fall asleep.

I try to get comfortable in the bed but it’s just not working. I get out of bed and I walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge and I grab some stuff to make a sandwich.

I’m not even hungry but I’m just hoping a full stomach will make me tired. I let out a deep sigh as I started to grab a pan. I cut up some butter and dropped it in the pan with the bread.

As I grabbed the knife and started slicing the cheese, a pair of arms slipped around my waist. “Oh fuck-“

I drop the knife on the cutting board and I groan. “Jesus Christ, you can’t sneak up on me like that. Especially at… 4:40 in the morning.” He sighs and says “I’m sorry baby.”

[MF] The Man at the Bar

I watched him as he walked by me at the bar. His eyes locked mine for just a second, but I knew in that second that he was attracted to me. I had to make him want me. I kept drinking, laughing loudly, and looking over at him, biting my lip ever so subtly. I knew he was watching. After this charade went on for a while, he got up the nerves to come talk to me. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” He asked. “Just looking for a little fun.” I responded. “I like to live on the wild side sometimes.” “Well why don’t you come with me and let me be your fun?” He said back to me. I shuddered for a moment. The way his lips spoke those words gave me chills. I said nothing and only nodded. I took his hand, his big, strong hand, and he lead me to his car. As he turned the key in the ignition, I car barely control myself. I leapt onto him and started to kiss him. We were passionate for a few moments before he held me back into my seat and told me to be patient. I moaned as he did, but I listened to daddy’s orders. As he drove, he gripped my thigh with his hand and held it firmly. I could just feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I couldn’t help but stare at his bulge, watching it get bigger, for the whole drive back to his apartment.

[MF] [inc] [mast] [mention of pee] My dad’s ghost

My name is Bella, I live in Denver, Colorado, and I had sex with a ghost. Not just any old ghost, because that would be amazing, but not quite amazing enough to be worth telling the world about. No, dear reader, I had sex with my father’s ghost.

Let me start from the beginning, for I understand that incredible claims require extraordinary burden of proof.

I was born in Denver 26 years ago, the first and only child of my loving and caring parents, my mother Martha and my father Kevin. They were originally from Rapid City, South Dakota, but decided the big city would be a better place to find opportunity and raise a child, so as soon as my mom got pregnant, they packed everything and drove south. I love Denver, and I am ever so grateful to them for the move. It’s the right mix of hipster, modern, cool, and yet outdoorsy and wild.

Ten years passed, until the day my father starting having headaches. Three weeks with no reprieve convinced him to see a doctor. After a myriad of tests, the diagnosis left no mercy nor hope: cancer, 6 weeks left to live, at most. It turned out to be 4. Really, three. The last week, the drugs had already killed the man I knew, only his body left behind, his pain and his haze. When he passed away, I was heartbroken, but relieved.

Step Sister Corruption Part 64 – Day 21 Willpower (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Summer*

I think Gabe has been around me too long.

And I love it.

For how much I bitch about Gabe in reality I’m having a hard time not falling to every one of his whim’s.

Maybe this whole friends with benefits situation we are having was a bad idea, because I can’t help but fall deeper and deeper for him.

I just want to make him happy because I can’t stop being happy around him.

Though I think he is a pig and a major asshole there has been plenty of times where he proved to me I’m his and only his.

And right now he is making me melt.

Somehow Gabe got me tied down on his bed.

Actually I knew how and the moment he started strapping me down it was hard to let him notice how wet it made me that he was taking control.

My friend and his step sister, Kelly, was kneeling next to the bed with her arms behind her back making her extra large chest that I wish I had on me stand more out.