Clean Up on Aisle Me [F4M Dom /Sub]

I’ve been laying down playing with myself for too long and I figured it was time to get my slave to clean me up . I rang the bell and it no time he was kneeling before me , eyes filled with excitement to see what his goddess had In store for him .

I led him to the bed where I then restrained his hands and legs to each bed post then placed a blindfold on him . I could see goosebumps forming , he just absolutely loved to be tied up and used by me. I slowly began to take off my already soaked panties . “Open your mouth slave.” In a blink of an eye I shoved my panties down his throat. He was such a horny little slut for me , the second he tasted my juices he couldn’t help himself . I know he wanted more…but he’d have to wait.

“Awwww, is someone hungry?” I said in a teasing manner hovering above him so he could smell my pussy. That scent drove him crazy, I could tell he just wanted to escape those restraints …but he couldn’t . I began to finger my pussy very slowly just so that he could hear how wet I was . “Give me your tongue.” I said after yucking the panties out of his mouth and replacing them with my wet fingers. “Yes mistress .”

Your close friend visits you after two years, surely nothing crazy is going to happen right? [MF] [Vanilla]

*Hello friends, after lurking for a while I thought I would write some of my own stories. They’re mostly from my own experiences, and I look forward to your opinions. I haven’t written anything in years, so any tips would be appreciated. In addition, I’m also looking for some help with writing from a woman’s perspective. I’m having trouble with it so feel free to send me a message if you think you can help.*

**The beginning doesn’t have any sex in it, so if you’re one of those one handed readers that doesn’t have time for exposition just scroll down to the bold part for the sexy time**

I climb out of my car and quickly adjust my clothes. After flicking off the lint, I check my phone, only to realize that I was thirty minutes early. I’ll just tell her that I’ve matured and became a punctual person, and totally not because I’m nervous, I chuckle to myself as I make my way to the airport arrival area. I’m impatient, and it comes out in my need to pace and check my clothes, but before long I see Anna. Wearing her usual tight jeans and large hoodie, she starts to hurry down the escalator when she notices me. I wave back, pressing myself against the railing.

Excerpt from Unconventional Sex [Sex in public place]

The bell dinged as the elevator arrived. The elevator was pretty packed but there was room. They excused and pardoned their way to the back corner, since they were riding down to the lobby bar and a lot of the company welcome and meet-ups tonight were being held on multiple floors throughout the building. They knew there would be a lot of stops on the way down. The crowd was rowdy and excited, lots of greetings and chatter, filling the elevator with noise. He slumped against the back wall and slid down a bit. Concerned, she asked, “Are you okay?” Then she felt his hand and shook her head. He just couldn’t stand to not touch. He slipped her skirt up just a tad in the back so he could fondle her ass, it was his weakness. There were no panties in the way as she’d worn a thong. Barely even a strip of material she wasn’t sure how it could legally be called underwear. He amused himself caressing her softly, as the elevator slowly hit every floor on the way down.

Tarot Dance, Chapter 3: The High Priestess [TG/F] [TF/F] [NB/F] [erotic fantasy adventure] [teasing]

[Check out the first chapter here!](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j0h5j2/tarot_dance_chapter_1_tg_nb_erotic_fantasy/)

Riley double-checks the address card Ali gave them. They’re on the right street, they know, but the house number- 5040- is not emblazoned or painted on the side of the door. There’s no door at all, in fact. A wooden sign with “5040” painted in black letters hangs over a chest-high gate that looks over a garden.

Despite the dry, almost oppressive heat of the world around them, the garden is a lush and verdant green. Thick grass paints the landscape, recently trimmed and surrounding multicolored pools of flowers. A large, thick tree casts a beckoning shadow over the ground next to a shimmering pool of blue water.

With nothing else to do, they open the gate and step inside. Immediately, they feel their stomach tighten as if they’re breaking a rule. If people are allowed to just walk inside, wouldn’t the place be totally full? They wait for someone to stop them, call after them and say they can’t be in there, but nothing comes. They cast a glance behind them, and no one’s even looking at them. *Weird*.

Sex Ed at Westlake Academy, Ch 2 [MFF] [Exhibitionist] [Breeding]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imsc5i/sex_ed_at_westlake_academy_mff_creampie/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It’s been four months since our last story. Amanda is pregnant with Mr Johnson’s child. She’s in her second trimester, and has dropped out of school to work as a nurse at Westlake Academy. It wasn’t at all the job Amanda thought it would be, but she immediately fell in love with her responsibilities. It turned out that the school nurse’s office at Westlake was much more than it seemed.

The door opened and an 18 year-old girl from Westlake Academy’s senior class entered the nurse’s office. Her name was Becky, a Chinese-American girl with the wide hips and big breasts of a breeder. Mr Johnson will get a kick out of this one, Amanda thought to herself.

“Hi Becky! How are you!? Come on over so I can take your vitals.”

They chatted while Amanda took Becky’s blood pressure, temperature, and blood oxygen levels down on a clipboard. Then Amanda asked Becky to strip down to take her height and weight, which kind of surprised Becky.

Why would they need such a precise weight? Becky wondered. Since the room was empty except for her and Amanda, she figured it was alright and stripped down to her underwear.

The lustful worm (soul draining, worm creature, succubus, titty fuck, blowjob) [NSFW]

(This is a story set in the same universe as my other stories about Theron and Althea. I hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback below ?.)

Jamie was woken up from his deep slumber by a pleasant wet slurping sound. He groaned and opened his eyes, pulling on his limbs as something warm and wet assaulted his throbbing member. The young man soon realized he could not sit up, and that his wrists and ankles were tied. His blurry vision swept across the bed he found himself on and spotted the source of the pleasure and sounds. Her hair was a fiery red, crowned with two ram horns. Her plump lips were covered in red lipstick which had left a ring around the base of his dick. Her large perky tits rested on his thighs as she continued her sinful work, her stiff nipples rubbing against his skin. He shuddered. Her green eyes stared deeply into his as she bobbed on his cock, the sloppy blowjob sending spit across his crotch and stomach. Jamie moaned thrust deeply into her mouth, sending his cock down the woman’s throat. No, not woman, succubus. The beauty before him was too fair and too good at what she was doing to be human. Jamie looked around him and found only darkness and the bed he was laying on. A spotlight shone down on him and the demoness, allowing him to see the silk bindings that held his limsp to each bedpost. The bed was red, pink flower petals scattered around it.   

excerpt from “Filthy Rich”. Sex with older married men for fun

She had started collecting her gentlemen a few years ago. Every time one of these ultra-rich wives left their husbands at home for some exotic vacation or a long spa getaway, she would find an excuse to visit, whether dropping off some unnecessary gift, or popping in to “see if the kids were home,” knowing full well they were not. She would wear something extremely revealing, which always seemed to catch the man of the house off-guard, knowing she was typically so modest. With a low cut shirt, or bare midriff, she’d start off playing coy, asking to see some art they loved or asking questions about whatever their hobby was. She paid attention, and knew all the right ways to pique their interest. She’d stare at them in wonder, doe-like, always touching their arm, and making sure her lips were parted just so. Giggling at the right times and seeming embarrassed, she would compliment them, pretending to blush and unintentionally touching her chest to draw their eye. Most of them took the bait. She would wait for that quiet awkward moment, where she would be breathing heavily, gazing into their eyes, and then she would close in for a kiss but pull away, embarrassed and apologizing. Which made them put an arm on her bare shoulder to comfort her and say it was okay, there was no harm done. And that was all she needed. She would stammer out how she’d always been attracted to them but she knew it was wrong because they were married and she needed to leave, she had just needed to know if they’d felt it too. Sometimes she would bite her lower lip and touch their face gently. If they were silent she would lock eyes with them and without a word, slowly unbutton her shirt, letting it fall to the ground revealing her bare breasts. They’d let her expose herself first, that way she was the one who’d started it. Eager to prove her commitment to this, she would slip off her own shorts, displaying her little patch of feminine pubic hair. She couldn’t have made it more clear. She was willing to take the blame for this because she was the one who reached for their belt buckles and undid their pants. With her firm breasts staring back at them and her shorts around her ankles, she would have her fingers on their zippers, looking at them questioningly, her eyes begging for approval to proceed. She stood before them naked in their private sanctums, giving herself to them fully. There would be a long pause of sexual tension, followed by passionate kissing, and then their clothes would join hers on the floor.

Step Sister Corruption Part 17 – Day 2 Or is it big mother? (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

I rushed into my parents room knowing I saw my parents laptop yesterday when I came in for my shower.

The whole day yesterday seemed like a blur but everything rang out in my head as I quickly found the laptop sitting right where I saw it….on their desk next to their dresser where their TV sat.

I opened the laptop praying that they didn’t password protect their accounts.

I silently cried a sweet tear as I opened the laptop to find I was logged into my mother’s account.

THANK YOU!!!!

I opened the link that my mom had on her desktop that was labelled ‘Security Cameras’.  A webpage opened asking for login information and I quickly spoke out loud, ‘FUCK!!!”

A female voice spoke behind me, “Fuck what?”

I flinched as I turned around to see the girls behind me.  I let them look over my shoulder so they could see the login page and Kelly spoke, “Fuck.”

I watched Summer squint and said, “What’s that in the upper right hand corner?”

I quickly turned my head and looked in the upper right hand corner ‘Use Credentials?’

[MF] {exh] [oral] [anal-play] DRINKS WITH SARAH – After a fight with his wife, a man goes to a pub and is introduced to an anal sensation he’s never experienced before.

**You can view the illustrated version of DRINKS WITH SARAH at** [**eroticprose.com**](https://eroticprose.com/)

Trembling and trying to control my shallow breathing, I picked up the payphone in the grocery store and proceeded to check the number held loosely in my right hand. “It’s easy,” I thought to myself, “just act cool.”. I had been flipping this business card around in my pocket all day, in fact, for the last seven days since I received it.

That night started horribly with a fight with my wife. In anger, I went out to find somewhere to get drunk. I needed a drink badly and anywhere would do. I managed to find a pub in a strip mall about twenty minutes from home.

“Here alone?” I turned towards the voice. She stood next to me with a twenty-dollar bill in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Curly brown hair framed her pale face, the most beautiful chestnut eyes I had ever seen, both complimenting her outstanding body. Her top giving a generous view of her breasts, her designer jeans giving way to her firm stomach. The woman was built for business.

The girl in the pink collar. [Mf] [humiliation][slave][degradation]

Inspired by a sight seen on a train platform. Fictional otherwise.

Megan shivered as the wind gusts fluttered her skirt. She was standing on the train platform dressed exactly as she had been told by her master. Black heels, black stockings, black mini skirt, no panties underneath, sheer black top over a black lace push up bra. For warmth she was permitted to wear her jacket, though it stopped at her waist. Fortunately the popped collar of the jacket and her long back hair which today she was wearing down to help hide what she wore around her neck. The wind blowing her hair would reveal the pink leather collar with heavy D hooks encircling her neck. The collar was high and uncomfortable, limiting her head movement so she struggled to tilt her head forward or up, and to either side.