Lost in a Corn-maze (Noncon/Dubcon/Reluctance) ALL PARTIES 18 or OLDER

***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. ☺️***

“Look! We are the next group to go in, finally” Sam shouted to the group. “This better be good for waiting an hour in line!” Marcy responded. The guard at the entrance waved us into a shed that played as the access to the maze. “Let’s go, everyone get in here! Smoosh together if you have to” announced the zombie doctor in the corner of the shed. He stood under a TV that flashed rules and warnings. “Great, looks like everybody is in. Please read the rules on the screen and raise your hand when you’re done.” The zombie doctor said. The first people to enter had done so already, immediately raising their hands.

The Stranger in the Library [F22 M30] [Public] [1st]

I had seen him around before, but we had never talked. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of him looking at me, his eyes briefly growing hungry before turning away. I had been too shy to say anything, to get closer, and all the things I wanted him to do had remained a fantasy… until today.

It was late by the time I arrived at the library, only half an hour or so until closing. It was quiet; the usual groups of students were gone, no kids running across the floor, no assistants to hush them. I almost held my breath as I slipped past the desk and in between the massive shelves filled to the brim with books, my fingers mindlessly tracing their backs as I went.

I was about to pick up a copy of *Alice in Wonderland* when I heard steps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart skipping a beat when I saw him. He was standing at the edge of the section, his dark eyes fixed to mine.

“You’re here later than usual,” he said.

I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. “…yes. I got caught up studying.”

Steph Takes Control Of Rehearsal [F26/M40+][teasing][light dom][oral][PIV]

This story includes excerpts from the play *Our Town*, by Thornton Wilder. Any text in italics is a line from the play. If you don’t want spoilers from the play, maybe skip this story! I used the Samuel French publication for reference. Thank you for reading!

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I was tired from moving around the country nonstop for two years working in an endless stream of regional theaters. Some contracts were a midsummer nights dream. Others made me feel like I had hay fever. I’d played huge roles like Laura in The Glass Menagerie all the way to odd servants or comedic relief characters in a Shakespeare festival.

I made friends, filled up my resume, and grinded the fuck out of my career in the theatre.

Getting offered roles, making friends, and seeing the country kept me going. But I felt something shifting towards the negative. All this grinding was for what? To play bigger roles in theaters that no one’s ever heard of? To serve a career that would ultimately be in New York? Maybe make it to Broadway? Was that it?

Flirting with the Devil – [M/32] [F/27] [BDSM] [Anal] [CnC][D/s] [Forced] [Spanking/Pain/Torture/Rough]

*****To be on the safe and overly cautious side, if you have triggers of any kind, please do not read my content.*****

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.

Rape Virgin Bride [M35/F28] – [Rape] and [Abuse] Adult Sex Novel Story

Rape Virgin Bride [M35/F28] – [Rape] and [Abuse] Adult Sex Novel Story

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“Cheers, Cheers.”

The banquet was halfway through, and a couple of newlyweds toasted the guests who came to congratulate them as usual. Guo Xiong never took his eyes off the bride for a moment. His mind was full of the beautiful image of the bride Liyi, especially when she was wearing a cheongsam toast, she was even more seductive and charming. The slit of the cheongsam is exposed, which is particularly charming. Looking at Li Yi’s pure and beautiful face and tall figure, Guo Xiong’s penis swelled with excitement. “Beauty, I must fuck you tonight, hehe??” Guo Xiong thought to himself.

After the banquet was over, Guo Xiong took the opportunity of seeing off the guests by a couple of newlyweds and held Li Yi’s little hand. “Cousin, I can’t say hello, goodbye!” Groom Junwen said goodbye to Guo Xiong, who was in a daze. “Goodbye!” After Guo Xiong left the restaurant, he took out his mobile phone and called? “Rong, I just left, my cousin should be coming home from the restaurant soon. How are you?” Tiger has successfully entered the building where your cousin lives. We are now hiding on the roof, and no one finds us. When your cousin returns to the door of the building, you call and let us know, and we will wait for him in front of the elevator. .” “No problem, I’m coming by taxi now.”

First time at the sex club part two [M30/F32] [cock] [being watched] [first time]

Part one

First time at the sex club part one [M30/F32] [blowjob] [boobplay] [cock] [first time] from eroticliterature

I remember that I started off the play by reaching into my partner’s corset and rubbing her nipple with my thumb. I could feel it getting erect and I increased the intensity of nipple play, slowly pulling her full tit out of the corset for better access. Her friend looked on, which turned all of us on even more. I pulled down the other side of the corset so she was completely topless and started sucking her nipples and gently caressing her boobs.

Now I’m a guy who loves boob play and can happily spend ages squeezing and sucking. I love circling areola with the tip of my tongue and slowly spiraling into the nipple and feeling it fully harden in my mouth. Gentle kisses are good,teasing is good, but there’s nothing quite like full mouth full nipple sucking when you’re both as horny as fuck. Combine that with boob play with your hands – squeezing them together, pinching the other nipple, stretching the skin as you bite down – and you’ve got some pretty good times happening.

First time at the sex club part one [M30/F32] [blowjob] [boobplay] [cock] [first time]

The three of us were finally there, full of nervous anticipation. We stood outside the doors of the sex club waiting to be let in.

Myself, my partner, and her best friend – I know that sounds like a cheesy porno cliche – had arrived at last. We’d talked about it for weeks after seeing a story about it in a mainstream magazine, and finally decided to give it a go. The best friend came along because she’d heard about it from contacts and was heavily involved in the local bondage scene. By the way – spoiler – I didn’t fuck the best friend!

We’d come to the city for the weekend to see a concert on Friday night and decided that Saturday was going to be THE night. Special lingerie had been chosen in advance during the day – that was a fun trip to town helping her pick from a variety of bras and underwear. In the end, she chose a black corset with plenty of cleavage exposed, and a part of simple french cut knickers.

The Lottery: Part 2 [M+/F, FF, exhib, humil, WAM] [M18+, F18+]

The mayor strode back to the podium. As he walked, Eve prayed that the rumors she’d heard weren’t true, anf that the ritual would just end with them being stripped. But her worst fears were confirmed when he picked up the microphone and announced: “You may have sex with the winners!”

The crowd rushed the stage. Some people ran fast. Others were slowed by frantic decisions to disrobe and walk at the same time. Men were unzipping their flies and women were pulling their shorts to their knees or reaching under their dresses to take off panties. At the head of the crowd, Tessie Hutchinson nimbly scaled the stairs.

“Tessie!” exclaimed Jake.

“Jake!” smiled Tessie. “I was hoping you’d win. I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“M–me too!”

“I fantasized about making love to you here at the lottery. Good thing I came prepared.” Tessie pulled up the skirt of her cheerleading uniform to reveal that she had been going commando the whole time. At the sight of her bright red pubic hair, Jake’s overstimulated cock twitched and involuntarily ejaculated. It launched a stream of cum, which arced through the air and landed on Tessie’s chest.

Wife Takes Charge [femdom] [impact play] [pegging] [30-ish adults]

I started writing this at the beginning of the pandemic, which is kind of obvious in the stories. This is several of the stories combined. I tried using “*****” demark the different stories, but they don’t make the trip from Google docs to here, so new chapters have the first 3 words in all caps.

These stories were originally posted on Reddit when they were written, so they might seem familiar, but I don’t think they were posted here. I’m posting now because I’ve started writing again, and these stories kind of take a mommy dom turn. Also, I see that some people are looking for some more activity in this sub. If this material is well received I’ll keep posting here …

I CAME HOME from work coughing, which isn’t unusual, because of allergies. Lisa looked at me. “Are you sick?”

“Of course not. Just the normal.” 

“I’m going to have to take your temperature. I was able to buy a thermometer today.”

“Sure.” It sounded good to me because I was worried I’d maybe been infected. Masks had only become available a few days earlier.

The Jack It Game – Prologue – Sex With Jack [F41] [Dream] [Masturbation]

In retrospect, something deep inside me knew that something was coming.Some major change to my very being. The whole thing started with a dream, but the funny thing was, I could never remember the details of the dream. Four hundred years ago, I would have blamed an incubus.Demons. Witches. A curse. I would have gone to confession, at the very least.

But this was the new roaring twenties. Instead, I blamed the edibles. 

I don’t normally take edibles because most forms of marijuana (including edibles) give me panic attacks. Sometimes, when my thoughts are too loud, I will partake of a tiny, minuscule amount of indica in order to smother them into silence. That night, I had a bite of an edible that my best friend, Dee, gave me. 

It was a mistake, of course, as I should know that edibles and me always are. My heart began to pound. The nighttime sounds of the suburban neighborhood where I lived – summer bugs, the occasional car, a dog here and there barking at suburban threats – became a combination of too far and too close. The worst and most pervasive effect: imposter syndrome. I began to think about all the ways in which I did not even marginally measure up to the standard of a typical American woman in her early forties.