The Rikyu School for Girls- Janitor observes punishment at girls school.

The Rikyu School for Girls is a prestigeous school for upper class Japanese girls. They go there between 18 and 24 years of age and are interned there. As in England, all students where identical uniforms. Blue dresses that end just above the knee, with with and blue blouses. I’m a janitor there. Janitors have a way of seeing things and not being seen themselves. People tend to ignore janitors and sometimes forget they’re even there. Although I do not have voyeuristic tendencies, two years ago, I saw something that made me stop and watch.

The Rikyu School is very strict with its students. Discipline is enforced through the usual staying over after school. But sometimes limited physical violence is used that would seem old fashioned to a Westerner. Yes, they still use would to slap the big offenders over the hand. This is mostly done by the male teachers. I have occasionally seen a female teacher slap a girl who was a little too forthright. Not that being forthright is the Japanese way. The girls usually appear very timid except when amongst friends. They usually avoid my eyes walking past me and even sometimes make jokes about me behind my back. I don’t mind that.

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.

Do androids cream on electric sheets? [FM] [android] [fembot] [sci-fi] [oral] [tit-fuck] [free use]

Everybody fucked their Android. It was to be expected. If you were a guy, and you were 18, and you had an android that did whatever you wanted, you would fuck it. It was no question.

You always remember the first time you realised androids were anatomically correct. When I was a kid I peeked on our android, Cynthia, while she was washing.

An android didn’t have to clean under it’s uniform that often. It didn’t have any human problems like sweat or dead skin cells to make it dirty. It was so rare I usually wouldn’t even notice. But one time, a few years after I’d started jerking off, I’d been running to the bathroom to take care of a sudden boner, when the door was locked. I knew that was weird cause I’d seen everyone else downstairs. Then I heard Cynthia’s voice through the door. Cynthia had this tacky southern belle accent. My mom had chosen it. She thought it was cute.

“Sorry darlin’,” she drawled. “I’m just performing some routine maintenance. I’ll resume normal service in just under 12 minutes.”

[F18] I just love F on F

Jade blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”

“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making…” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind.

“So you’re just horny twenty-four seven if you don’t go five times a day?” she asked, grinning.

A first.

This is my very first attempt at writing anything, let alone something erotic. Constructive criticism welcome.

3:37 AM

You’re chatting with a random stranger…

Me: Male. Late 20’s, decent beard, bare chest.

Stranger: Female. Early 20’s. Long brown hair and navy blue bra and panties.

Stranger is typing…

Stranger: hi daddy

I’d never been called daddy before. I suppose it was a combination of my post-shower messy hair and big build. I went with it.

“Hey, there! How’s your night going?” I asked.

Stranger: OK so far. No mic, roommates are sleeping.

“No problem. What are you doing on Omegle this late? I asked.

Stranger: Anything you want.

At this point I’m obviously suspicious of the legitimacy of the chat. She hasn’t really moved much, and has only been typing. No audio. But I play along.

“Why don’t you start by reaching into that bra and play with your tits.”

As her hands reach for her chest I think to myself, oh this is actually happening.

Her hands creep down the inside of her bra and I can see she’s playing with her nipples.

[F4A] I’m here to chew gum and write erotica…. and I’m all outta chewing gum.

Well we’ve officially left this wretched dung-ridden, fly-beaten, piece of worm farm that was 2020 behind us. And if this opener didn’t get you in the mood, you’re lost.

I for one say it’s time to celebrate, at least in a virtual sense. We may all be stuck at home, unable to go out and play with each other, dance with each other and more importantly fornicate with each other…. but that doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy ourselves a little? I mean what good is social distancing if we can’t flex our virtual skills right? Fuck it, let’s write some erotica.

So if you’re a Sam, Sally or somewhere in the middle that has a penchant for the written arts, an ability to detail and divulge every little dirty detail, (ha triple D) float a little orange envelope my way. Hell, even if you just like my prequel memes and wanna say so, I’ll take that…

But the rest of you, come ready to write. Because I am starting this new year off by GETTING OFF…. and I want your college-educated help, lol.

A prostate massage for my husband [MF]

Me and my husband like to keep things fun in the bedroom, and will often experiment and try out new ideas. This is a story of the first time I fully played with his prostate.

After discussing it earlier in the week, we made preparations for the night, and after sharing a shower we headed to the bedroom. We decided it would be fun for me to be in control, and to tie him to the bed.

Still naked from the shower, he laid down on the bed. He’s in his late-30’s, is over 6 feet tall and still has an athletic body which drives me wild.

I picked up the rope and straddled him, my naked pussy resting on his waist. I lean forward so my breasts are hanging over his face, and begin to tie his left wrist to the bed frame. I repeat the process making sure my long nipples are close to his mouth. He hungrily takes one between his lips and sucks on it. It feels fantastic, but the night is all about his pleasure, so I pull back and turn around so I’m facing his feet.

Just finished my first erotic book, looking for ladies interested in reading it.

I’ve just completed editing the whole book about a first person view, of a man setting up the entire weekend to explore his sexual fantasies with a girl. The graphic detail I added is to make you feel, like it’s happening to you, from his eyes.

Any volunteers want to read it and give me their honest feedback?

I’m looking for likes, dislikes, what made your heart race, what you want to see more of, what made your breathing heavy, and what made you wet.

Please message me your email if you’re interested.

The Quickie

Good day literary lovers!

Per usual I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, editing and/or formatting errors and whatever else I may do wrong. Please enjoy the latest “creation” from my twisted mind that I have had so much pleasure creating. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a PM, it’s always welcome… xo

Thank you dolls! <3

Digging into your pants pocket, you attempt to fish out the house key as you shuffle up the steps to the front door. As you slide the key into the lock you pause, just before turning it over you look up at the gray over casted sky to be met with a fat raindrop nailing you right between the eyes. Grumbling, you wipe the droplette from your brow then turn the key and push forward. Inside you are bathed in warm light and the faint sound of singing, peering down the hall you recognize the familiar sound of leather soled stilettos on the hardwood floor. Making your way inward, a few more moments pass and a shadowy silhouette stretches down that same hall, then met with the intoxicating fragrance of black currant, jasmine and musk. The scent alone sends something almost electric feeling reeling through you, instantaneously without notice, your hand travels down grazing your semi hardened bulge over work slacks.

It’s been some time.

I (22F) recently got on the IUD birth control. In the first 6 months I had all types of side effects. It was affecting my sex with my sexual partner. I just finished masturbating and dam it felt amazing. My cum taste amazing. If a girl could eat herself out I’d definitely do it. I was reading some erotic literature, it works better than watching porn. Multiple orgasms and a dripping wet pussy. I’m in love with my vagina again. Only flaw is in single with no sex partner, so on to the next.