They Called Her Jack Ch.2 (FF) (NonCon)

For what felt like forever and only the blink of an eye, Lily seemed to be in a void, floating in a vast see of nothingness. She wasn’t afraid here, and she wasn’t in pain. She knew nothing of the outside world, and there was no sounds and no light. “Am i dead?” She thought to herself. If only.

“Wake up.”

The first thing she was aware of as she was pulled out of her void was the horrible throbbing in her head. She had quite the bump growing on the back of it from her repeated wall bashings, not to mention her extreme dehydration. “Nnngh…” Lily groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Her wrists, which were chained and supporting her weight from the ceiling, were in a great deal of pain, along with her shoulders. Each one had it’s on chain, stretching her arms as far apart as they would go. Her toes were brushing the cold, damp stones beneath her. She was cold, too, wearing only the plain grey dress she had been working in. Lily opened her eyes, her sight taking a moment to adjust to the dim lighting, her cell only lit by a couple of candles. There was straw littering the floor, a large pile of it in the corner, and right in front of her was a bucket of sudsy water and a sponge.

Note to my wife (m-f). Any input or thought is appreciated.

I want to just tease you for as long as I can. I want to run my hands all over your perfect body and hit all the right spots to make your breath catch. I want to kiss your neck and back, getting the spot right on your shoulder that drives you crazy. I want to lay you down as we are intimately kissing and our bodies are pressed against each other. Then I want to slowly work my way to kissing and biting down your neck, taking your shirt off before I kiss down to your chest. I want to kiss and suck on your hard perfect nipples, I love it when your turned on to the point where that makes your gasp and let out little moans. I want to kiss and lick down your amazing stomach to the top of your underwear, using the tip of my tongue to tease you and get you to rock your hips back and forth. I love it when you get super breathy and I can feel the anticipation in your body. Then I want to move my mouth down to your thighs. Your incredibly sexy, amazingly perfect thighs. I love the feeling of my lips against that smooth soft skin and the little movements you make to open your legs more for me. I love the initial reaction when I lick and suck and bite your inner thigh, right next to your Panty line. I want to do that forever, teasing and tasting you with my tongue while my hands are caressing your body, moving from your ribs to your hips then back up to your perfect tits. I love the involuntary hip rocking you do when my face is down there and my fingers and lightly pinching your awesome nipples. I go crazy for the moment I finally take off your underwear and get tease your perfect wet little pussy. Your reactions to my lips and tongue lightly gliding over you is almost enough to make me loose it. Then when I finally stop teasing you with light licks, and your back arches it’s absolutely amazing. The breathless whispers of “oh fuck”, and “ oh my god” are what I live for. I love when I start sucking on your swollen clit and you grip the sheets with both of your hands. I want to have my face in between your thighs for hours. I wanna eat you until your so worked up you practically beg me to just fuck you already. Then I want to kiss back up your sexy body, and kiss you deeply. I want to tease your tight pink pussy with my dick. I want to give your clit some light little slaps with it. I love when you rock your hips so that your grinding your wet pussy against the shaft of me. I love teasing you by putting just the tip in, barely enough. It is amazing when I do that and you try to kinda shimmy your hips down, because then I know you want more. That look on your face, and the incredible moan coupled with your nails diggin in my back as I slowly slide myself all the way in is my favorite part. I can feel your muscles clenching from inside you and god damn it feels amazing. When you wrap your legs around me and hook your ankles together behind my back it is so freaking hot. I love that after a while you let me bend you over, and kiss your absolutely perfect ass. It is awesome when you have your face on the bed, and your hands on your ass, so that I can eat you out from behind you. The sexy little noises you make while I rub your clit and tease your ass with my tongue drive me crazy. And when I get back up from all of that and slide myself back inside you, while your spreading your ass for me is something I never get over. I love when I grab you by the ribs and lift you up. When you wrap your arm around my neck and turn your head so we can kiss is something I love. I love when I guide your other hand to your perfect tits and you start pinching and twisting your nipples along with me. I love when I’m using the vibrator on you in the position because I can feel you spasming from inside you. I love how when your close I can feel your pussy gushing with wetness.

Rush Job [MF] [fiction]

John was getting ready to close up the shop for the night–no point in staying late when the two cars he was working on were still days away from being ready. It was Friday night, but he didn’t have much to go home to, save for a few beers and maybe a dip in a kiddie pool to cool off from the recent heat wave.

He was surveying the shop when he first heard the squeals of a car in distress. He estimated it was just pulling into town, so about five blocks away. The town was only ten blocks, give or take, from end to end. It was getting closer, moving slowly, so John knew he wasn’t going home just yet.

He walked outside to wait for the car and its driver. Sure enough, right up Main came an old Buick burning oil under the hood and spewing smoke out the tail pipe. John pointed to the driveway where the car stopped, and out popped a bouncy, buxom blonde with hair frizzed out like she’d stuck her finger in an outlet.

Looking for Test Readers [Beast, Monster]

I’m looking for test readers for a short piece of erotic fiction I hope to self-publish. Any interested parties should feel free to DM me. The piece is in the Beast/Monster genre, so I would request you only reach out if you are interested in those genres. Depending on if it does well, I would even be willing to offer credits and a potential payout (terms to be discussed).

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Recalibrating (F)(Solo)(Shower)

After a bad night’s sleep – where dreams of falling from bridges only to land, inexplicably, on piles of glistening naked women had me tossing and turning in various ways – I dragged myself out of bed with the crystal clear realization of where I’d gone wrong. What had happened to mess-up my usually keen sense of judgment. I’d been in denial.

I threw off the t-shirt I was using as a nightie and stomped with determination into the bathroom. I started the shower and let the water temperature sort itself out while I went to check on my phone. I had plugged it in the moment I’d got home the night before and waited until it had been resurrected enough to send a text I’d fired off a couple – a few to Uncle Vic and then, after much thought, a wordy apology to Mark. Now, when I poked it awake there were a dozen or more messages waiting.

A steamy night with Daisy Ridley (I’ve never uploaded something like this before, but I wrote it as a comment the other day, and thought it was too good, not to share. Please, feel free to share your opinion.)

Daisy and I have been going at it for hours. She’s on her back and I’m on top, ramming her like crazy. We’re both hot, sweaty, moaning and panting uncontrollably. She’s had several orgasms, but I’ve had none. I’ve been edging, especially these last 30 minutes, and could blow a huge load any second now. Daisy looks into my eyes, her teeth gritted and her look piercing – like a predator. I lean down over her body, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. She can’t get enough of me.

Lost in each others eyes, all I can hear now, is the sound of our rigid breathing and our bodies slapping against each other. God, even after hours of fucking, she is still tight. My mind is dazed with sensations, I can barely keep up. Skin on skin, tongue on tongue, nails in my back and legs urging me on, pushing me deeper inside.

I gaze away from her stare, and down her toned sweaty body. She’s beginning to tense up again, and her grip on me hardens – another orgasm is about to flood her, and I am almost on the edge.

A Firm Hand (Part 3 of 3) [MF][light bondage][oral][cum]

**A Firm Hand (Part 3 of 3) by A. G. Ellis**

I step forward, my tight grip around the head of my cock making it strong and firm and purple. I place the slick tip on your lower lip. The pre-cum smears over it, making it shiny.

“Open your lips,” I say, and you do, your lips making a perfect sexy O. “Show me your tongue.” You push your tongue out flat. I love the way it looks, all pink and smooth and wet.

With my cock so hard I move it around the O of your lips, making them look moist and polished. I’m not careful. Trails of my fluid are soon covering your whole mouth, little shiny strings of it dangling, smears of it climbing up your cheeks. I occasionally dip my cock in, slide it over your tongue, and you seem to get a surge of excitement from feeling it threaten to fill your mouth. But I pull back, admiring the way your saliva is making me soaked, the way your chin now dribbles from the mix of our fluids.

Monster Brothel; Octopussy [fantasy][cheating][squidgirl][monstergirl][tentacles][anal]

“What is this place?” Alexa queried as she and her husband stepped up the stone walkway. “It looks like a castle or something out of some creepy horror movie or something. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“What choice do we have? The car broke down in the middle of nowhere, this is the only place around for miles.” Jacob snapped, frustrated at their predicament. They made their way up the long, twisted path, marvelling at the well kept topiaries and black iron gates.

When they finally reached the victorian gothic mansion, the cold stone stretching up into the cloudy sky and the cathedral windows staring down at them, Jacob reached out to knock on the dark arched, double doors. Before he could knock, the doors opened, light streaming out into the night. The couple looked at one another curiously, and stepped forward into the mansion.

“Um, excuse me, our car broke down and we were just wondering if-woah!” Jacob was cut short when he was faced with the inside of the gothic building. The exterior was well taken care of, but dark and ancient, whereas the interior was decorated elaborately with golden candelabras, red velvet curtains, and antique furniture. There was a winding staircase leading to the second floor situated to their right, and straight ahead was an ornate desk behind which stood a woman.

The Stake-Out (MF)(Voyeur)(Cum)

After fourteen days, the interior of the cargo van started to feel like a coffin. Stake-outs were normally insufferable but this one was particularly bad.

For starters, we were parked off Park Avenue on an upscale Manhattan street. The nearest coffee shop or bodega was an avenue west or 13 streets south. This made pissing more than an inconvenience. My male counterparts had it easy. I can’t count the number of times I found a piss-filled Gatorade bottle left in the van at change over.

The second thing that made this particular assignment insufferable was the arrogant son of a bitch we had as a mark, Sean Fleming. He was under surveillance for his suspected involvement in an art theft/forging ring. We believed he served as the group’s honeypot. He would seduce NY’s waspy housewives to locate targets and secure access for the rip crew.

He was just over 6ft tall and had the body of an Ivy League rower. He was traditionally handsome; a few loose curls above his right eyebrow routinely rebelled against his otherwise polished appearance.

What about Dinner? [Mdom] [fsub] [D/s] [anal] [HOH] [TradWife] [Light Degradation] [oral] [rimming]

She smiled as she stood at the kitchen counter, prepping dinner. She took great pride in having dinner in the oven, lipstick in place, and a glass of whiskey in hand when he walked through the door each evening. Balancing her own career with her family’s needs was a challenge, but she had always loved a challenge. That’s why she loved him; he challenged her more than anyone she had met.

Music blared from her phone. She couldn’t help but sing along and sway her hips in time as she finished the last of the prep. She glanced at her watch. She had half an hour before he got home; enough time to finish the homemade pizza crust and put it in the oven. She turned out the sticky dough onto the floured counter and started to knead. She found the rhythm of pushing and rolling the dough around meditative and didn’t mind that it stuck to her hands and covered her apron in flour. She imagined how happy he would be with her dinner; she was sure to get a “good girl” and pat on the head.