Claire Runs Away with a Slave [M/F] [Interracial]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/02/runaway-with-me/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/02/runaway-with-me/)

Will sighed shaking his head, but couldn’t fight the proud look on his face, “Ya defiant one Claire.”

            Claire smiled smugly, “And, that’s why ya love me.”

            Will’s expression grew soft, “Oh I love ya now?”

            Claire nodded as if it were the simplest answer, “Course ya do. I love you and you love me. Else why would we keep meetin up like this?”

            Will’s eyes held nothing but joy and warmth, “Ya too smart for ya own good Claire. But I do love ya.”

            Claire smiled a Cheshire smile, “And, I love ya too Will.”

            Claire leaned in and captured Will’s soft lips. She released a breathy moan as warmth spread to her ears and down through her stomach. Will kissed her like she was the only woman in the world that mattered. Her tongue traced his bottom lip, and Will opened his own mouth as their tongues pressed against each other’s. Claire’s arms came to loop around Will’s neck as she straddled his lap. Will’s hands trailed down her back before cupping her ass sending a thrill through Claire’s whole body.

Take me now part 2 (MF, bondage predator/prey)

Link to [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c7nur3/take_me_now_mf_bondage_predatorprey/)
(This is my first time posting. I would appreciate any comments for improvement)

After I struggle with you down the steps, you flick on a light. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blinding brightness. But it was muted. The walls were black with cherry colored pegs holding various implements. There were so many things hanging on the wall. But what grabbed my attention was in the middle of the room.

Facing an out of place looking bed was a metal rack. All I could think of was a clothes rack, but I know you definitely didn’t hang up shirts on it. No this was were I was going to hang. Completely helpless.

You grab me suddenly by the throat and slam me into the wall. I felt the impact ache through my body, breathless with tears in my eyes. You squeeze tighter, enjoying the small sounds I am making. I could fight, claw at your hands, kick at you. Instead my hands stay at their sides and for the first time in months I am relaxed. You chuckle and you tell me not to move.

Carol Takes a Trainride [F/M] [Voyeurism]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/carol-takes-a-train-ride/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/carol-takes-a-train-ride/)

Carol’s small feet ached as the bumps along route three to Washington DC bounced her voluptuous body as the train compartment jostled along. Carol wore her signature white pumps giving her small petite frame a few inches in height. Her legs were encase in white stockings that just disappeared beneath her black pencil skirt that seemed painted on as her wide hips jutted out. Her heart shaped ass on full display as her red button up nearly burst at the seems from her pronounced bust.

Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy bun as her green eyes danced a long the steady scenery passing by. It as nearly six PM and Carol was exhausted. Between having to babysit her bosses’ kid at work, putting out fires around the office, and sending the same email over and over she wanted nothing more than to go home, draw a nice warm bath, and ready her favorite romance story.

Visiting a Housewife [F/M] [Cheating] [Interracial]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/visiting-a-housewife/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/visiting-a-housewife/)

            A knock at the door had Jennifer all in a huff. Who could be knocking at the door at thee o’ clock on a Saturday? Her husband and children were at their respective Saturday activities which gave Jennifer the whole afternoon to finish getting chores done around the house.

            The click of her white pumps echoed down the hallways leading to the front door. Stopping before a mirror the smoothed the front of her sky-blue dress that accentuated her hour glass figure. Her heart shape ass hidden beneath the slight fall of a skirt type bottom. Running a hand through her dirty blonde hair and ensuring her red lipstick wasn’t smudged she continued to the door. Opening it she was surprised to see her neighbor Jerald standing before her.

            Jerald was a Southern Baptist preacher who lived with his family down the street. They were a good bunch of people, but Jerald always seemed a little too over bearing for Jennifer’s taste.

            With a smile on her lips she greeted her neighbor, “Hello Jerald, what can I do for you?”

Trying to find that one High School slave erotica story

Hey everyone! Less than a month ago I came across a really long erotica on either literotica.com or sexstories.com (can’t remember).

Keeping it short, it’s about a high school kid who begins a dom-sub relationship with a girl from his school.
Few plot points: he joins a boxing club, increase his harem size, there is a Russian gang and a night club scene in it, a mention of prom and so on.

I can’t remember the name but it would be amazing if someone could help me find it. Thanks a ton!

Take me now. (MF, bondage, predator/prey)

(This is my first time posting)

I watch you across the room. Watch as you weave in and out of the crowd. You prowl through the room looking for prey. You look up staring into my eyes, letting me see the animal inside. You have chosen and the chase is on.

I try to pretend I was watching, and even more so that my breath didn’t hitch when you caught me. The my pussy didn’t start to drip knowing you were coming for me.

I rush down the hall to put as much distance as I can between us. I might be the prey, but I won’t make this easy for you. I smile and weave through the crowds; stopping to talk to friends as I go. Friends are introducing me to different guys telling me why they are perfect for me to date. The problem is I don’t want gentle and kind. I want to be used. I want to feel.

I can feel you getting close to me. It is like the electric buzz of a storm coming. My skin feels like I touched lightening. I don’t want to let go. In my desire to escape I made a wrong turn. I face a set of dark stairs, and before I coudl decide you grab me.

A Simple Bite [F/M] [Vampire]

Full story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/a-simple-bite/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/a-simple-bite/)

   Ezra stepped back slightly, “So… you believe me?”

            Will shrugged, “You’ve never given me a reason not to, and I’m guessing that you don’t go around confessing to many people that you’re a Vampire?”

            Ezra shook her head slightly as he continued, “So you’re a Vampire?”

            Ezra nodded slowly as Will scratched the back of his head which she learned was a sign that he was nervous.

            Will spoke with a small laugh, “Well my girlfriends a Vampire… you learn something new every day.”

            Ezra looked floored at his nonchalant attitude, but for some reason when she spoke, she keyed into a different part of his statement, “I’m your girlfriend?”

            Will looked surprised, “I mean… sorry I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. It’s just that we spend so much time together, and I think you care about me as much as I care about you… Did I jump to conclusions?”

            A small smile played at her lips, “No! I mean… Of course, I want to be your girlfriend… So that makes you my boyfriend?”

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Invited Inside [MF]

# Invited Inside

**By John Satisfy**

I couldn’t believe how nervous I was to go out on a date, but this girl was different. Our first date had been nice, if a little bit one sided because she was so shy, but at the end she looked me in the eye and told me how much she’d like to see me again. So the second date went so much smoother, and when there was a gap between conversations, it felt ok and natural. It even gave me a chance to cover her hand with mine.

She really opened up, telling me more about herself, and I was fascinated. I listened to every word she spoke and tried to glean whatever information I could from it. It was plain to me that she didn’t quite believe how beautiful she was, and she had her share of guys who were young and bratty. I just wanted to hear more and get to know her more. Being a little older than her, I felt the urge to protect her, to lead her to where she wanted to go, but wasn’t confident enough to venture by herself.

An auction in a free use world. [Freeuse, Objectification]

{disclaimer, this is fiction, written by me, from the hollows of my mind. I do not condone actually abuse of women or any other outlandish idea my mind came up with.}
If this is the wrong thread, tell me and I’ll gladly move it.

Hello, this is my first shot ever at writing erotica. Pointers and comments welcome. I rather enjoyed the challenge it brought trying to actually write a story rather than just a written play-by-play of a porno.

Alex woke up early this morning. As a 19 year old collage student, fresh on summer leave, and a trust fund child from old money, he didn’t really have a reason to get up. Except the auction! Oh yes, the auction. He had nearly forgotten. It was a stroke of luck that the date and time of the auction and his free time from school, lined up. His family usually only went to one of the bi-yearly, Capercoa Auctions. Alex’s father always said the products and wares sold in the winter were never as good. Alex was often too young to understand or attend. Depending on the wares sold on particular days, children were barred from entering. But now that had passed and he was old enough to participate fully. The New World laws had laxed some and he was eager to see what these changes brought.