The Waitress (Chapter One) (MF)

I walk in with my tie loosened, looking like a real working man, and almost fooling myself into feeling like one, too. Noticing I’m alone, the hostess asks if I’d like to be seated at the bar. I decline. I brought my book, and I don’t want a screen shoved in my face while I enjoy it.

She takes me to a small table in the corner with two seats. I look around – it’s moderately busy for a Tuesday evening. I loosen my tie until it comes off and undo the second button, sitting with my back to the wall.

The jacket is off and the book is open when the water comes. This is my life now, whether I like it or not. With a family depending on me at home, every waking moment has to be dedicated to the pursuit of improvement: physically, mentally, or spiritually.

“Do you want anything else to drink?” asks a voice as clear as the water before me. I give the waitress a brief once-over. She’s cute. Bronzed skin that somehow reminds me of honey, with dark hair in a ponytail that cascades around her shoulder and close to her left elbow. Her eyes are almond shaped and looking down at me in a dark hazel glow.

Taken – Part Two

***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. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

You have everything set up and you are prepared to execute the plan. You watch my boyfriend and roommate leave and know that I am now alone, likely still asleep. You parked your vehicle next to the park behind my house and went into my backyard. You find the hideaway key and enter the back door.

Excitement rushes through your veins. The thought of completely owning me, making every decision and rule for me, it’s what was going to make all of this time and effort worth it. If only I could see how much you have done to be this close to me. You know I’m happy with my life. I have a good job, a happy relationship, good friends and family. You don’t care though. You don’t care how I feel, my feelings and thoughts won’t matter once I’m in your grasp. I will be good for one purpose and that is pleasing you.

Taken – Part One

***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. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

You haven’t met me yet, but you will. You watch me as I get in my car to go to work. You continue to watch as I go for my morning and afternoon walks. You notice that I get off later than the majority of my coworkers and the lack of cameras. You know by now that taking me would be easy but you wait. You like watching me without my knowledge. You like the lack of control in my ignorance. The more you watch me, the more you picture what I’ll become.

I’m very headstrong, stubborn in most regards in getting my way. However, you have seen me cry in my car and hide away. You know that underneath my feminist, aggressive facade lies a weak and submissive girl. I have everyone fooled but you know. This will come in handy.

Mysterious Flatmate (F19)

First time writing/posting let me know what you think! I will write more if this gets some upvotes.
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My boyfriend and I were studying in University and sharing a small flat with my boyfriends mate from high-school. Lets call him Ethan

A weird thing about our roommate is he would spend a lot of time in his room. When he was not at school or the gym he would spend hours in his room. My boyfriend assumed he was just playing video games but I was still curious. He was way better looking than my boyfriend and he kept incredible shape. The food he kept in the fridge always made me wish I had that willpower. Ethan would sometimes walk around shirtless and I could feel my boyfriend tense up, he definitely felt self-conscious. Ethan didn’t have a girlfriend but he would have this one girl over often and they would stay in his room for hours.

One morning my boyfriend and Ethan had just left for class and I had the morning off. I was feeling snoopy and I knew they wouldn’t be back for hours.

Yes… Your Body Will Do Perfectly | Sci-Fi, Tentacles, Forced, Creampie, Non-Con, Anal, Deepthroat, Horror

**Hey guys! This is another idea from the absolutely fantastic** u/nothingisnothing1**. It serves as a sequel to her previous idea that I wrote,** [**which you can read here!**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hn9wfi/your_body_will_become_a_vessel_scifi_tentacles/) **I was so happy to see the reaction to the previous part and I hope you’ll all enjoy this part just as much!**

**Also, Elizabeth is based of** [**Elizabeth Olsen!**](https://i.imgur.com/fNHnOOA.jpg)

**So please, enjoy the tentacles…**

Elizabeth watched the man from across the street. Under a streetlight she pretended to look at her phone, only glancing up occasionally to watch for when he had left.

She’d been waiting for a few hours, walking around the block every now and again to make sure she didn’t look suspicious, always checking to see if his car had left yet. The sticker on the passenger side door told her he was an UBER driver, and it was a Saturday night, so she assumed that he would be leaving to give the drunk people in the city a ride home.

The front door of the house opened and the man who Elizabeth had been watching for a week stepped out on to his gravel driveway. He was tall and handsome, with slick backed black hair, and strong sharp features.

My Mom Caught Me With Her Bra (mf | incest | mom son | caught | taboo | cons)

Today was a normal day after school for me. I came home from college classes to an empty house like always. My mother and father were both at work while my baby brother was in a day care. Dad is a big time executive and my mother is a famous redheaded actress named Christina. Continuing my normal routine after I came home, changed clothes, and ate lunch. Then I prepared for my daily masturbation session.

This is where I go into my parents bathroom where I am always at my most comfortable to jerk off. When I went into the bathroom I seen that it had not been cleaned up today yet. Walking towards the toilet where I would be stroking myself I seen one of my mother’s large bras laying on the floor. My dirty mind could not resist picking it up to assist my arousal while getting myself off.

With the big beige bra in hand, I sat down on the toilet seat after removing my shorts and boxers. Naked on the throne I started to stroke my still limp dick. It did not take long to work myself up with my mom’s underwear in hand. The material was soft to the touch and round like the breasts the filled them. There had been many times when I thought about my mother’s large breasts when I was horny without any porn.

[B/s] [Incest] [Blowjob] Sister Inspects My Cock

I ran into my house, my face red and flushed.

That’s it, I had enough of women, they’re all evil, cruel bitches.

I thumped my way past the living room and headed for the kitchen, I needed a drink, something to wash away the taste of shame that built up in my throat.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I heard someone call out from the living room. It was Julie, my sister. She was a couple years older than me but unlike other siblings, we got on like a house on fire.

“Nothing,” I called from the kitchen, rummaging for a carton of milk. I took a deep swig and enjoyed the distraction for a moment.

“I know that tone. You’re pissed about something. Come over here and we can talk about it.”

I sauntered to the living room, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Julie was lounged on the sofa, the telly was on in the background. Textbooks were spread either side of her. She must’ve been studying as usual. She’s not the usual bookworm type of girl though. She wore glasses yes, but she had a hot librarian look about her. Sometimes I catch myself staring at her too long when she’s deep in thought, chewing the rubber end of a pencil. I catch myself wondering if her lips were as soft and sweet as they looked.

Women – Where do you prefer your partner finishes?

In crafting erotica fiction, I like the diversify where the male partner finishes. To do this better, I’d love to poll the audience (women only please, I have a pretty good sense of what men like). In ranked order, what do you prefer?

-Creampie
-Chest/Stomach
-Butt/Back
-Mouth
-Face

Lexi Jane: International Superstar (Part 3) [MF] [Cuck] [Creampie] [Bondage] [Long]

# Lexi Jane: International Superstar (Part 3)

^(By Gael Ambrose)

Jake was a selfish lover. Lexi could tell by the way he cleared his bowls in one rip. Anecdotally, she’d noticed that all the selfish lovers she’d brought onto her tour bus had the same behavior: clear a bowl in one rip, start loading more then ask if it’s ok after, clear a few more bowls, babble about how they had a high tolerance but this stuff was still pretty good they guessed, then ask if she wanted to fuck.

As Lexi went through the rules she’d given to Don earlier, Jake stayed true to the selfish-lover formula with one exception: he didn’t ask to fuck at the end. Lexi figured this may have been influenced by Donovan’s presence. Jake started on some rant about the metal band whose t-shirt he was wearing now. Complaining about how they’d really lost their way since their first album. Edgar stopped by the table with another few rounds of coffee. Don took the opportunity to ask where the bathroom was and Lexi found herself alone with Jake for the first time.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 18

“Anna, are you coming?”

Bruce’s voice hits Anna’s ears. She hadn’t realized she had been frozen in place, the camera flashes having seemed to hypnotize her. She shakes her head and smiles nervously as she takes his hand and lets him help her out of the limo.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she says meekly. “This is all so new to me.”

“Everything is going to be just fine,” he whispers, giving her ass a quick squeeze before putting his arm around her. “And call me Bruce. We don’t want people thinking I am renting you.” He winks.

Anna giggles and takes a deep breath. Grabbing hold of his arm, they walk into the crowd. The barrage of lights and flashes cause her to squint but she does her best to keep smiling, grounding herself with his touch. She hears whistles and gasps from men and women, clearly looking her up and down. She instinctively tries to hide behind him. It had taken her some time to adjust to the attention at Paradise. Here she was fully dressed but somehow the nerves were worse.