[MF] – Getting off at our stop

It was late. We were both drunk and riding the metro back to the dorms after spending the night together in the city: a cheep dinner and a concert. We had been on a few dates. Her hair was a short, wavy bob. She wore a cheap black vinyl coat. It seemed new, but was already peeling and cracking in places.

It was a weeknight. The metro was empty. We talked in hushes. We touched. We kissed. We dared and challenged each other with our fingers, playing chicken. I touched her neck, dipping down her collarbone. She touched my chest through the space between buttons on my shirt. I ran my hand up the thigh of her tweed flannel pants, she teased my cock through my jeans. I pressed my index finger along her crotch. I was about to kiss her deeply when I felt her hands on my zipper. I wasn’t expecting us to go that far.

Her eyes flashed and she bent her head down into my lap, her mouth engulfing my cock. My heart beat in my head. She didn’t move really. She didn’t have to. The swaying of the train car did all the work, masturbating me with her mouth. Her soft breath ran down my shaft.

A Perfect Day for a Hike

Today was a beautiful day. Clear blue skies, upper 70’s, and no humidity. I unexpectedly was free for a few hours and decided to take a hike. The location of the hike has a series of waterfalls. We’ve had a lot of rain recently, so I knew the falls would be roaring with water. I encountered no one along the trail as I hiked in. I took my time, enjoying the peace and quiet. I made it to my destination and found that I was completely alone. I hiked on a little further up river and found a secluded spot where the sun was shining on a rock, right on the water’s edge. I worked up a little sweat from the hike, so I decided to cool off in the water. Since I was certain I was alone, I stripped completely naked and stepped into the water. It was very cold, but felt amazing. After a couple of minutes, I climbed back on to the rock in the sun. I just stood there, completely naked, surrounded by nothing but nature, and dried off in the sun.

Repayment part 2 (kidnapping, forced submission, humiliation/degradation)

Cali’s eyes widen as she watched the implements being brought in. There were shackles, chains, collars,leashes, and some items she couldn’t see clearly enough. Mara scoffed at her when she started to shiver and cry lightly. Mara mistook the tears for being afraid and told her such in whispered tones. Cali was afraid but relieved to be forced to finally act out a fantasy nobody knew she had.

Green-eyes let them stare at the implements for a few minutes. They watched as paddles, belts and other toys were set on the table. “You ladies have a way out of this. Repay us your portion of the dinner bills and you are free. You can walk out now. We were even nice and only 1/2 the bills rather than accurately putting down what was yours. Choose now repay and leave or accept the punishment.” Cali quickly choose punishment. Mare slowly followed suit with many complaints.

Damien informed the girls their outfits were behind the privacy panels. “Get changed quickly. We do not want to hear a single word or complaint. If we do, you will recieve punishment.”

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 5. [M,f][Older M][Reluctance]

Another addition to the story you guys seem to enjoy so much! Here’s [Part three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cbaka5/the_damaged_stowaway_part_3_mfstr8reluctance/), [Part four](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cdq97y/the_damaged_stowaway_part_4_mfolder/), if you’re wanting to go back. Enjoy away!

As always, your feedback, comments, sexy suggestions, future ideas, are all welcome!

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Some days she was obedient, others she fought him. But she was learning, slowly. If she was good, he could please her. When she wasn’t… She learnt the hard way. She was still getting used to her new Daddy, and what he wanted from her.

He enjoyed her body, her young curves and innocence. And she knew he liked it when she squirmed, from pleasure or pain. Or when she panted and moaned. Sometimes his touch did make her feel, well, good.

Lily found herself constantly wondering where he was, and what he was doing. Nervousness and fear often ran through her mind as she went about her daily chores, assigned by him. He had a habit of demanding her for use or simply taking her when he was impatient.

She stepped around the bedroom absentmindedly as she changed the linen. Her hands working as it heaped the dirty sheets into a large basket, her mind elsewhere. She wrestled with herself, unsure whether this was right or wrong, being here with him. Or was she trapped here?

becoming chad’s fuckdoll [chad][incel]

it had been 3 weeks since chad forced me to deepthroat him in the boy’s locker room and stacy recorded my humiliation. it was awful, yes. but i spent nearly every day touching my cock thinking about it.

i found myself needing the touch of chad again. i wanted him to punish me like the dirty little fucktoy i was.

he hadn’t talked to me since so i wanted to get him to notice me! i wore the sluttiest outfit i owned in order to get him to pay attention to me. i purposely stared at stacy at school so chad would come and punish me again. but he didn’t. he ignored me the entire day.

i was sexually frustrated. why would chad sexually assault me and never talk to me again? was it because i’m a worthless incel? it’s not fair! i should be entitled to his cock. i spent another sleepless night fantasizing about chad and his huge cock.

the next day i was determined to get some dick! as shy as i was i wanted his cock inside me. so after school when chad was hanging out with his friends tyrone, chang, and chadpreet i walked up to him and mumbled hi.

So, uh, you guys remember Gremlins 2? [commission]

There was no good that could come from Gizmo being back in our lives. I had told Billy that. He had assured me that nothing would go wrong as long as we followed his ridiculous rules but as I stood there and watched three of those gremlins tear apart the studio kitchen, I couldn’t help but think that I owed him the biggest ‘I told you so!’.

I dragged Mr. Katsuji with me as we made our escape. Despite his insistence that he continue snapping polaroids – a habit, which I might add, had gotten on my nerves about ten minutes into today’s tour – I made sure he was safe before I left to find Billy. I was intent of giving him a piece of my mind, though I was sure he was probably already in more trouble than that.

I rushed through the halls to the elevators and tried to put as much distance between my self and the batch of freshly-spawning monsters. I knew that they would soon overrun the floor and, not long after that, the building as a whole.

Repayment (kidnapping, forced submission, humiliation/degradation)

“What a dumbass,” Cali chuckled to herself aa she left Sazeracs. Another highly expensive meal paid for by some poor smuck she convinced to take her there. This was the 10th week in a row that the dinner game Mara taught her about had worked. As she walked down the alley she noticeed 2 missed messages from her mom.

Her mom would not approve of Cali’s dating antics. Her mom and dad were the ultimate romance. High school sweethearts, each other’s first, all leading up to 35 years of marriage. Mom wanted the same thing for Cali. Cali just wanted to enjoy life and when her bestie Mara showed her the dinner game; enjoying life took on a whole new meaning.

Every Friday (and some Saturdays) she gets some guy from a dating site to take her to one of the expensive restaurants in the city. The bill is usually 250 to 400 dollars. Afterwards she blocks the guy and finds her next date. The guy is none the wiser.

My Roommate

She didn’t know I was there. Or maybe she did, and just didn’t care. It was 1:30am on a Wednesday. Late by my standards. I realize I wasn’t the typical college freshman, but I had shit to do the next day. Didn’t we all? I guess some people cared about responsibility more than others. Oh well. This is why I was in bed. I like sleep.

My roommate, Riley, had her boyfriend Andy over. He was always over. I guess they were high school sweethearts, or whatever. He didn’t go to college, he finished high school and went right to work at his dad’s landscaping company. The money was good, and hell, if he was just going to inherit a successful business someday, why bother going to college. I asked Riley what happens when winter comes and there’s no land to scape, and she said, duh there’s plowing. Ok. I still don’t understand how there’s so much money in that.

Well it was definitely winter now, because Riley was getting plowed a lot.

Riley and Andy must have been out drinking somewhere because they stumbled into the dorm, and basically just crashed onto the bunk below me. This is partly why I wanted the top bunk. As little disturbance as possible.

Abused During A High School Band Trip [fm] [Rough] [Abuse] [Rape]

I posted about my first rape experience recently, and have gotten a few requests to post more. There have been some outright scary and creepy PMs sent my way, but a few very friendly individuals that just mentioned they enjoyed reading about it. Again, I do not condone any of these actions on anyone. I don’t, and never have enjoyed being abused. If people continue to read them, I have no issues with sharing them.
In high school, I was unfortunate enough to get myself into very hostile and scary situations. I was raped by my sister’s boyfriend during the summer between freshman and sophomore year, and the experience really scarred me. I was quiet and shy before, now I was outright anti social. I always picked the last two rows of desks to sit at in a new classroom, and always looked for the corners in any room I was in. I didn’t enjoy speaking to many people. I always felt very shakey, and uncomfortable, and kept to myself even more than before. The one place I ever felt I could be myself in, however, was our high school’s band room. Here’s a group of nerdy and down to earth individuals that liked what I liked. Everyone was always friendly, and the majority of my friends joined band through the same 7th grade group. Now we were all in high school, and even the older students always felt very welcoming and caring. I didn’t know at the time, but looking back, high school bands are usually the most fucked up, sexually active individuals in any high school.

Mall fantasy [exhibitionism][cum][public sex][slut training][Mw + m]

I’ve had this fantasy for a while; It’s 100% not attainable, but doesn’t stop me from pondering it. Can someone please make a porn of this??

We go to a mall. You’re wearing something just borderline not-safe-for-public; skirt just below your ass, tight top with lots of cleavage, stretchy slutty panties, platform heels.

Just as we get out of the car, I check to make sure nobody’s looking, then bend you over the hood and slip my fingers up inside your panties to stir your juices a bit, stroking your inner and outer lips to get them nice and slick, my other fist clenched in your hair. Once you’ve started to moan a little, i stand you back up, and guide you into the mall.

We walk a few feet apart, so you can make a point to bend over slightly and stick your ass out to tease me occasionally, coaxing my cock up into a massive erection.