Personal Yoga Teacher: (Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, kidnapping) ALL PARTIES OVER 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I’ve been going to her Sunday yoga classes for some time now. “Good morning everyone, welcome to the class. How is everyone doing today?” She asks the class in her soft, almost whispered tone. We all respond similarly, she smiles. I could tell you the class is really relaxing & good for my health. Both of those things would be factual. However, I go to watch her. The mirrors that line the walls in the room make it easy. “In the corner, you will see cards. If you are comfortable with hands-on adjustments from me, grab a black card. If you are not, grab a red. Put this at the front of your mat.” Everyone got up and grabbed their preferred card, returning to their mats.

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 1 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [oc] [f48/m43]

This story is based on a real life experience with Mistress April of Cape Town, SA. I simply hope that the retelling of it can match the intensity of this recent visit.

I had already been in Cape Town for more than 24 hours. The 14-plus hour overnight, non-stop flight from Newark to the tip of South Africa had truly wiped me out. After arriving after 5pm local time, getting through customs and getting checked in at my hotel, I was ready for bed, even without dinner. Now after a restful sleep, and two perfect, Michelin-chef-prepared meals, my true reason for being here was starting to set in.

I had an alarm set for 8am Tuesday morning, when Mistress April advised I could email her to let her know I was ready to meet. As I laid on the bed awake from 4:30AM on, time could not have passed any slower. As I flipped through the collection of videos I had downloaded, my dominant hand fondled my cock and balls – it was truly an act of self-torture as I had been on a month-long moratorium on cumming in preparation for this visit. The dull ache in my balls simply varied in intensity, but never really went away. As the time ticked away, and my very visual imagination kicked in and his fondling turned to stroking as I thought about what the later hours of the day had in store.

In The Eyes of God Pt. 1 (m/f) (Church) (18+) (Straight)

This is one of my first few times writing in this genre so any constructive criticism is welcome. I hope you enjoy

For 18 yr old Caleb going to church on Sunday was something he only did because of his mother. Caleb absolutely hated going because in his eyes it was just a way they government indoctrinated it’s people. He didn’t believe that there was some higher power who pulled the strings of what we call life. But if he had to go to church at least he would get to see his best friend Cherish.

Caleb and Cherish had been friends since they met in Sunday school back when they were in 3rd grade. He always had a crush on her, and he felt like she felt the same about him but he was always too nervous to make a move. Cherish was the definition of a southern bell; She was the preacher’s daughter, and she had long blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and a body that would make a model blush. Caleb knew that she was out of his league; because Caleb was a big guy weighing in at 280lbs but on his 6’4 frame he carried it well but definitely Well enough for a girl like Cherish to be interested in him. Well all that was about to change!

I fucked my friend’s boyfriend (M36/F34) (Anal)

Beth and I had been friends for at least five years and she had been dating Chase for around six months. While at lunch with Beth and Chase, I mentioned that I really needed a good deep tissue massage. Beth immediately volunteered Chase. She said he has been working as a massage therapist for a few years and has great reviews. I viewed his website and reviews and he seemed legit. Chase even said he would come to my place so we scheduled the deep tissue massage for the next Wednesday at 7pm.
That Wednesday Chase arrived promptly. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt. He had green eyes, sandy blonde hair, was about 6’1, and medium build. He had me undress and lay on the side of my bed with a light blanket over me. He lit candles and played a nice relaxing Playlist.
The massage was going amazing. He oiled my body and worked out tons of knots in my upper back. Then he made his way to my lower body. By this point I was so relaxed I was almost half awake. His hands felt strong as he massaged my legs. He began to massage my upper thighs and I could feel the lightest touch of his finger graze the lip of my pussy. I didn’t think it was intentional and felt immediately ashamed at how aroused I felt. It had been 8 months since I had any type of sexual touch and I couldn’t stop the inside of my pussy from getting wet. He repeated this for awhile, moving from one side to the other. He began to massage my ass and it was only then that I realized the blanket was no longer covering me. He gently stretched my cheeks apart and began to massage the back of my vulva. I knew I should tell him to stop but it felt amazing. He stopped rubbing my ass and I could feel him straddle me and lean into my ear, “You are extremely tense. Just trust me, we are going to release some of it ok?”
“Ok” I whispered
“Do you want me to go light with what’s next or stick with the deep tissue?” He asked in a deep whisper..
He slowly and gently began to rub my vulva with his hand and his middle finger found my clit.
“Oohh” I moaned quietly.
“Gentle or deep?” He asked again as his my wetness began to drip out of me and onto his hand and fingers.
“Deeeep” I groaned.
With that he spread my legs and entered my pussy with two fingers. He filled me until he was knuckle deep and roughly pressed into my walls. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into him.
He fucked me hard with his fingers and I could feel myself ready to cum when he slid his thumb into my ass. He slowly slid it in and out and as his fingers pressed into the walls of my soaking wet pussy and his thumb went as far into my ass as it could I came.
“Ohhh. Ohhh. Fuck. Ohhh fuuuckk” I moaned as my body shoke from the orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me and turned me over. He sat in the middle of the bed with his cock out. He guided me onto his lap and I began riding him, both us sitting up. I leaned back and slid my pussy up and down his cock. I watched him watching his cock move in and out of me. He played with my tits and nipples as I kept all of his cock buried in my pussy and grinded him.
He slid his finger back in my ass and pulled me into him.
“You like when I play with your ass?” He asked as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked my head back.
“Ohhh yes. Don’t stop” I moaned.
“Ride my dick with your ass.”
I pulled his cock out of my pussy and slowly let him enter my ass. As the head of his cock made way I could feel him stretch me. It hurt but I didn’t stop. We stayed slow until he began to glide more easily in and out of my ass.
“God damn” he groaned as I increased my pace.
Then he grabbed my hips and I wrapped my arms around him as he began pounding my ass. He held my body in place as he rammed himself in and out of me.
I dug my nails into his back and was in between moaning and screaming when I started to cum again.
“Ohhh yes pound my ass. Oh God don’t stop Chase. Fuuuuuck. I’m cumming. Chase I’m cumming. Ohhhh. Ohhhh.” He slammed himself into me one last time and held himself in me as he loaded my asshole full of his thick hot cum. I climbed off of him and we began to get dressed. “We need to keep that tension under control. I’ll see you next week.”

Lisa goes too far [MF 30-ish] [Femdom] [impact play] [bondage] [pegging]

I came home and the front room was well lit. Above the couch was a framed sign that said, “Doctor’s office. Please Take a Seat Until Your Name Is Called.”

Oh Jesus. What now?

I sat on the couch. There were magazines fanned out on the coffee table. Old issues of “Better Homes and Gardens” and “Good Housekeeping.” Despite my apprehension I had to laugh. Say what you want about Lisa, she pays incredible attention to detail.

Shortly she came out of the guest bedroom. My mouth dropped open a bit. She was wearing an old-fashioned nurse’s outfit, complete with the starched cap. She was carrying a clipboard. 

She looked down at it and said, “Mr. O___? We can see you now. Come into the exam room.”

I stood and followed her into the guest bedroom. She’d removed all the prints and pushed the bed into the corner. Instead, in the middle of the room was what had to be her massage table, though I wasn’t sure because it was draped with a white sheet. There was something blue on it.

Hellos, Housekeeping, and a Refresher

**Part 1: Hello!**
*Meet the Mods*

Hey! My name is Lillith and I’m your head mod. Your other mod, u/asphaltdragon, who I will be referring to as AD for the remainder of the post, is running around here somewhere.
It’s just the two of us. Which brings me to…

**Part 2: Housekeeping**
*Patience*

Like I said, there’s only two of us. AD and I are doing this in our free time. We work full time and have lives outside of Reddit. So please, have a little patience with us. Before AD agreed to mod, I was by myself, because the old head mod passed the reins to me and stepped down. We are only two people, and we’re only human. Life has been running us ragged lately, so trying to get the sub running smoothly has been a struggle. We’re doing what we can, when we can. So again, please be patient. To the 98% of you that have been kind and patient, please know that we see you, and we appreciate you. To the other 2%: let’s talk for a minute. I don’t know who raised y’all, but some of you have been downright rude and condescending, and it’s unnecessary. It also won’t solve your issue any faster. We are *human beings*. We have lives, and sometimes we make mistakes. There is no reason for you to be hostile. It’s 2022 and just know that I match energy. Come correct, or don’t come at all. We do not, and will not, put up with rude users.

Cheating with my New Neighbor’s Daughter | 29: We’re Moving [M31/F19][consensual][male pov][older man][younger woman][age difference][neighbors daughter][cheating][drama][series][slow build][SFW][NO sex][emotional]a bit of[teasing]

**29: We’re Moving**

Charlotte and I exchanged worried glances. She still looked mad but it was the look of guilt that was reigning on her face now. She wasn’t the best lover but I’d have to admit she has always been a great mom.

“Come over here, bud,” I called Charlie over and tapped the chair beside me where Charlotte sat across.

He walked sheepishly towards us wiping his tears and asked, “Dad, are you and Mom fighting?”

When it comes to things like this, I’ve never wanted to treat him like he won’t understand what’s going on. I knew at his age he already has some idea of what’s really happening, so I decided to tell him, “Yes, bud. Mom and I are having a bit of a disagreement on some things.”

I paused for a bit giving him the time to process it. He just looked at me then at Charlotte then back at me with curiosity and worry across his face.

“Sometimes these things happen but it’s okay because we are trying our best to settle it out, buddy. And I want you to know we’re not arguing because of you or your sister. So it’s gonna be fine, bud,” I explained very carefully.

The Celibate Priest Saves the Village – Part 2 [M31F35] [breeding] [dubcon]

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/x16hcw/the_celibate_priest_saves_the_village_m31f35/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

“You’re being childish, Father.”

“You can’t hide in there forever, you know. Eventually you’ll need to eat.”

Sophia Caladena stood on the stonework outside of the priest’s wooden door wielding a basket of her own home cooking. A small blanket covered it and the two bottles of wine she’d hidden below the bounty. It was a hot day, the sun shone down through the trees and their leaves ringing the old temple. The rain from the night of their first encounter had entirely dried, leaving no trace. She thought of the rain…the storm…

“Father, do you intend to neglect your duties as priest of this village? To cower away in there forever? I thought men of God were made of sterner stuff.”

…Footsteps, faint and quiet approached the door from the other side.

Sophia smiled.

On the other side of the door, Father Marcos Vilpena grimaced. She was right, of course. His bread had run out yesterday, his stomach already wrenching and growling in protest. He looked around. He couldn’t hide in here forever, but…nor could he go outside, and face the…women.

A Dangerous Pair [F-solo 30s] [MF 30s] [exhib] [voy]

She trembled as her finger hovered over the submit button.

She had trembled as her finger hovered over the shutter button.

She had trembled as her finger hovered over her sensitive button

She had trembled as her finger hovered over the pants button.

Her pussy and the internet were a dangerous pair…

———-

A clear image of her glistening pussy shone from her phone, casting light across Myra’s face and along the bedroom wall. Her pussy. It was her aroused and dripping pussy, captured in digital. Digital… her own digits had been working over the soft folds, circling slick juices over sensitive skin. Her pussy. When she felt like this it wasn’t a vagina; it wasn’t a vulva; “labia” wasn’t a term that came up. It wasn’t a tulip, or a kitty, or a mound – none of the cheesy metaphors or synonyms from erotic stories applied. It was her pussy. And that’s what bathed her in light from the phone display. Her pussy and the internet were a dangerous pair.

———-

Physical Exam with Female Nurse and Medical Assistant [M/F/F 18-30]

So I went into the clinic to see my doctor and get some prescription skin ointments refilled. I was greeted by an attractive young lady at the front desk wearing scrubs. She was a medical assistant, and we talked briefly about how our day went, what I did for work, and our neighborhood before bringing me back to the examination and telling me that the nurse practitioner would see me shortly.

As I sat, there was a knock on the door, and another attractive young lady who was only a few years older than the medical assistant wearing scrubs entered the room along with the medical assistant that checked me in. She explained that my doctor was out of the office and that she’s a nurse practitioner who can handle all the duties, including prescriptions. I figured the medical assistant was there to assist as a scribe, so I did not mind her presence. Both of them were attractive, so I took side glances to check them out. The nurse practitioner caught me looking at her and smiled back while opening my file. I didn’t think much as I was just here to get another prescription and told her to get me a refill.