[FF] Abby x Ellie: the long way after (trigger warning | rough bdsm kink | cnc fantasy | pain kink |mental Dom) [post TLOU2: fanfic erotica & spoilers]

She continued to cry and watch them float out of shore.

Her 19yr old body battered and exhausted, blood still seeping from her bitten off lower two fingers.

Ellie wraps her hands up and begins the long journey towards home and Dina and the kid.

-x-

Upon arriving in the house many days later, she sees it totally evacuated.

Goes through every room only to find one full of her stuff.

Joel’s guitar. The only thing that gave her ease.

She sits down to try and play.

Remisces of the times they used to spend together.

No fingers to play the chords, she wakes from her daydream and leaves the guitar with the moth by the window.

-x-

You see her again at your bed.

Not in her emaciated short haired physique

But that strong powerful tank that nearly killed Tommy

And you nearly beat to Death on the shore in front of that boy next to her.

Anxiety and fear rush down your spine and flood your spine

She’s stronger than you remembered

She tries to wrestle you and pin you down

College musing

It’s a cliche to see young women in active wear, and frankly, not my thing. I’m usually drawn to the arty alternate types, the ones who listen to bands barely anyone’s heard of, and have more than a token appreciation of style. Studying in a post-graduate class, where most people come from privileged upbringings, means everyone’s competing for status; it bores me.

I’d be lying if I said you didn’t catch my eye. The way the leggings tightly hug your figure, born of 1000’s of squats I’m sure. I can’t help but lose concentration, with my imagination drifting to things far more suited to my interests. I can’t help but think you haven’t been with a guy like me, although I’m sure you’re spoilt for choice. I just don’t think you’ve run in the same circles. The kink clubs, swingers parties, and leaving my ex bruised until she stopped begging for more. It’s hard to imagine you under me like that. But maybe hidden under that active wear is someone who craves to be used. Maybe it serves a dual purpose; garnering attention for your exquisite figure, and hiding all of your little secrets.

Kira’s Life – Chapter 2 – Returning Home [f and M] [inc] [fiction]

Thanks for reading Chapter 1 :) If you haven’t yet, you can check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fwdy00/kiras_life_chapter_1_my_first_trip_to_the_south_f/)

It’s been a week since we got back home from the south. There was a lot going on in my mind after what happened, even if its been a few weeks since that time with Ricky. We went back to the store a few times after that, but it was like nothing ever happened. Not like I wanted to have anything happen, but though it was a lot of fun and I have no regrets and I’d even probably do it again with the right guys, something kept me wanting more. I was finally in an environment where I was being cared for and I didn’t feel unwanted all the time.

A lot of that is thanks to my dad, Westley. I wasn’t hurt that he wasn’t in my life until my mom died. After all, it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know about me, and I don’t blame my mom for making things more complicated with all the hate we were already receiving. If anything, she made the sacrifice to put that all aside to make sure I had family who loved me in my life.

The Brothers Grimm (Part 1) (incomplete) (long) [forced] [MF]

Note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction, or any fiction in general tbh. I banged this out during work breaks over the last two days after a strange bout of inspiration. I just felt like presenting it in its raw, incomplete form. Feedback is welcome.

THE BROTHERS GRIMM

“Come on now, hands in the air.” Jack pointed his rifle loosely at the two women.

Their shoulders jolted and they turned around sharply, surprised at the fact that there was another person within a mile of them in the forest, let alone within speaking distance. The smaller one noticed the rifle first and screamed. The second girl, injected with fear, instinctively began running away.

That was when Jim popped out from behind a tree with a pistol and pointed it at the running girl, stopping her dead in her tracks. Her knees instantly buckled. “Oh my god! Please don’t shoot me! Please!” she sobbed.

“Calm down lady, nobody wants to shoot you,” Jim said.

“Don’t point it at meeeee!”

“Just stand up. Go back to your friend. We just want to talk to you. Come on now.” He holstered his pistol and reached out his hand to help her up. “Why are you on our property?”

Sissy training hypnosis

This is you, sucking that guy’s cock. In his apartment, feel the pleasure. You are a girl and you can feel his big cock going in and out of your mouth. You are sucking that cock, you have one hand wrapped around his cock, one hand is against his legs. You are concentrating on his stiff penis, you know you will need to make him cum. And you will be eating his big load. Right now you are concentrating on jerking and sucking. You feel your knees on the hardwood floor. You see his belly button and his blue sweater, you smell his manhood. He made you smoke some pot with him and you hit the bong really hard. You feel so stoned and submissive right now. You see the open bathroom door and feel the light coming through the door. Jerk and suck. Jerk and suck. Jerk and suck. You are concentrating on that cock head in your mouth, and guiding his huge erection into your mouth. You hear him moan, you are giving this man so much pleasure. Keep concentrating on his cock. Make sure you are stoned because you suck better when you are high. Keep sucking. Soon he will shoot all of his cum. But you will be sucking his cock for hours.

What I saw in the room

Couldn’t think of a decent name.

This story has degradation, netorare, voyeurism?, and bullying.

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I move the door as quietly as I could. Not daring to latch it, I leave it an inch ajar. Almost like an x-ray, I don’t see the door, but whats on the other side, as I back away from the scene I just witnessed. Breathing heavily, I knock into a picture frame, barely feeling the pain shoot through my elbow. Standing as still as possible, I stare at the door, listening for the sound of panicked movement on the other side. Theres silence as I try to regain control of my breathing. My heart tries to burst through my chest, and I’m sure the thud is heard beyond the door. Unsure if I want the two beyond to wrench the door open, or if I prefer it to stay closed, I wait for them to make the decision.

“…thought I heard something.” I hear half a sentence uttered from the voice of a familiar man, and my blood boils as I realize the view I saw moments before was no hallucination or mistake. “Put me back in your mouth.”

My (20) girlfriend (19) received her first creampie. And no, it was not by me.

I still can not believe that this has happened! This story will sound too good to be true, but it really is. In order to get things as close as they have happened, I will give a lot of details. In addition, to keep things private, here are reference names: my girlfriend (L 19yo) accidentally received her first creampie by my (A 20yo) best friend (K 20yo).

To be honest, I was always so much turned on by thoughts of getting her shared, but never was confident enough to admit her. There was something incredibly sexy about passively watching other man fucking your girl as she screams his name.

Ian

This is my first attempt at a full fledged story.
I hope you enjoy.

Ian

   Ian opened his eyes, there was a pain burrowed deep inside his head. He scanned the room for any clues to where he might be. He didn’t recognize anything in the room to be his own. It was poorly lit and he was barely awake. There was a bitter sweet, citrus, yet piney odor permeating throughout the room, it was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. In the far corner he spotted a small sliver of light along the floor which he assumed was a door. The time on his phone read 7:14, he slowly climbed out of bed unaware of the occupant asleep next to him, and journeyed out into the hallway. 

  Ian saw a door at the end of the long narrow hallway, a room that resembled or he at least hoped was a bathroom.  His head was pounding and he needed something to ease this pain.  He took a few steps before hearing a set of footsteps behind him. 

Good Morning

She’d been up since five thirty in the morning. Although it was a Saturday, she just couldn’t sleep in. She got up and did the usual; brush teeth, wash face, coffee, read a bit, more coffee, tv. This show was almost like watching porn, she couldn’t handle sex scenes they made her want to play too. She started rubbing herself, it was almost nine at this point, why wasn’t he awake yet… she could really use some help. She decided to try and speed up his waking process. When she got into the bedroom, he was asleep on his back. *Perfect*, she thought as he crawled on top of him and sat on his lap facing away from him knowing this was the quickest way to get him up. In every sense of the word ‘up’. He slowly opened his eyes, “babe can you wait please, I’m sleeping…” She leaned forward and arched her back. “Just touch it quickly, rub your thumb under while you grab my bum.” He couldn’t help but follow her instructions. He played for a few minutes until he saw the wet mark on her panties then told her to go wait until he woke up and not to finish without him. The next hour was torture. Fueled by more coffee and just a bit of touching herself, but not enough to disobey his command, she waited for him to wake up.

I wrote a story about my wife.

I recently wrote an erotic story about my wife where she cheats on me with a guy she had a teenage crush on. She knows I have fantasies about these things. I haven’t shown it to her yet. Should I? Or should I keep it to myself?