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Later that day Lily masturbated while she thought about sucking Trevor’s dick. She could hardly imagine wanting to do anything else. She thought she could do it every day, extracting an ocean of cum from an army of cocks. Now that she’d had a taste of it, she wanted more. She wanted men to want her. She wanted to make them feel good. To make them feel the way she did when the orgasm ripped through her body.
That night in bed, before drifting off to a dream-filled sleep, she imagined being fucked by Trevor while she masturbated again. To feel his pulsing manhood within her, to cum screaming impaled on his stiff cock. While she slept, she relived the previous day’s events, dreaming of cumming so much in the laundry room that she was carried away on a flood of her own juices.
It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly a side of her that had been suppressed for years behind a barricade of obligations and labor and responsibilities had been exposed to the light. It grew rapidly, like a tangle of blackberry thorns, spreading out to swarm over everything around it. Her dreams were restless and she woke up horny. She masturbated again lazily, and nearly went back to sleep until she realized that she had to go to work soon.
Of course he gave you his number, how could he not after that experience? It’s barely been a day when you use it. You can’t stop thinking about his chiseled body, his thick, hard cock, and his big, hot loads on your skin. You need more, and you need it right now.
“Get over here right now.” you text him, followed by your address.
It only takes a minute before you get a response.
“I don’t know that this is such a good idea, it’s really unproffessional.”
“I meant what I said yesterday. If I don’t get what I want, everyone will know what happened.”
Time passes without a reply. You start to get annoyed, thinking he’s ignoring you, but after half an hour the doorbell rings. Outside, your favourite toy stands dressed in full uniform. You grab his shirt and pull him inside before you slam the door shut. You pull your dress up, showing him that you’re not wearing any panties.
“I know that you can use that big cock of yours, let’s see what you can do with your tongue. Get on your knees.”
I booked myself a spa day at a local spa recently. It is something I do from time to time as I have a stressful life – I know – everyone says that… but I needed a little me time for a change.
It is a day spa so you turn up at 10ish and leave by 5 but I couldn’t get there until lunchtime which was a pain – told you I had a stressful life… You book all your treatments in advance so I booked the last possible slot for my facial/massage – an hour of facial and an hour of massage – absolute bliss…
i arrived and had a light lunch with a complimentary glass of fizz – i could really feel the relaxation starting! i started in the pool with a little swim and sitting in the jacuzzi with all the bubbles popping against my skin – it would have been nice to be in there naked but this wasn’t the right kind of place! however – when I am alone and at peace that is when my mind kind of wanders to naughty side of my brain… I can’t help it – I have always been like that. I started thinking about a recent encounter in the back of a car and how horny I was – and how I would like to continue that… conversation….
So I am taking a stab at my first erotic novel and would love some feedback. This is chapter 1.
If you are interested in reading more, you can find it at [http://playfullifestyle.com/island-discovery-an-erotic-novel/](http://playfullifestyle.com/island-discovery-an-erotic-novel/)
Thanks for your time.
She took one last deep breath, holding it as though it were the last of her resolve. When she finally let it go, the decision was made. After all, she reasoned, who would ever know? They were on vacation, alone, far from home. Besides, it wasn’t as though the dress was *that* scandalous. They sold them by the thousands at the mall; just not to women like her. It was short, tight, and revealed the cleft between her soft breasts. Not exactly cleavage, mind you, but enough to let you know she had something there. The two tiny straps that draped over her shoulders did nothing to hold it in place – While Mother Nature hadn’t been generous with her in that department, she gave her all she needed for that task – but they prevented her from wearing any sort of a bra underneath. Compared to what she normally wore, Jen felt very exposed.
***The Inspection: Part 1***
*She stood huddled under the ridiculously flimsy umbrella, gazing across the street at the hotel. An ordinary-looking hotel on an unprepossessing street, in an unremarkable quarter of one of France’s dingiest cities, and she couldn’t even summon up the courage to go in.*
*Running over the pedestrian crossing, the hotels’ glass doors sliding back and forwards with a soft whoosh as she dashed in, she shook off the rain and battled to close the stupid umbrella. Approaching the desk timidly, half wondering if somehow, there would be no reservation at all and she could perhaps just turn around and leave with no fuss, no drama, no test of bravado. But, there was. And a keycard. And a pleasantly-bored receptionist who motioned towards the lifts with her head whilst taking a copy of the ID.*
*Crossing the foyer, she walked towards the lifts and waited, running over phrases, expressions, things she wanted to say to him, in her mind. The lift was one of those with a giant mirror covering the back wall and she had to work hard to resist the temptation to primp and fuss with her appearance. A quick slick of lipstick sufficed. Her face looked pale and her skin was still slightly damp from the rain. Uncontrollable hair and a long, black woollen coat completed the look.*
Hey there Princess, I want you to lock your bedroom door and get into your bed ,prop your head against your pillow and imagine this.
We both are with friends, having dinner in a restaurant. You being a naughty little slut , has worn a short skirt exactly like daddy told you to. As we interact with our friends , I slip my hands under the table and place em over your inner thighs, slowly stroking em. Daddy looks straight into your eyes as you struggle to stay calm and not squirm in front of our friends. I bite my lips lightly as I stick my fingers into your short skirt , tugging the ends of my fingers on your silk panties, bringing my fingers along between your legs , rubbing against your panties near where your cunt lies.
“Umm girl, your panties are wet already. Looks like you like being touched in public .”
I use my fingers to part your panties to the sides as I run my knuckles on your wet clit,round and round as my fingers gets drenched in your wetness. I look up , seeing the agony in your eyes as I smirk, taking my index fingers into your wet cunt, slowly, in and taking it out , over and over again as you start getting wetter and wetter with every stroke I make. Just imagine princess, you’re having your cunt stroked my a man as you sit along your friends who have no idea that you’re having an orgasm. I brush my palms against your cunt hair as my fingers dig deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.
“Do you want to cum little princess? Do you want out of your misery and be a good girl? ”
You cum right into my hands, my hands wet all over , as I bring em out from under the table and lick them clean.
*This is a story that follows on from an audio porn performance of mine. Please feel free to enjoy it on it’s own, but if you would like to hear that performance, you can find it* [here](https://soundgasm.net/u/katherinesummers/I-Cant-Help-Myself)*. Alternatively, if you would rather read it, the script can be found* [here](https://pastebin.com/Nw1rUh6s)*. Both this and the audio are prequels to another story, so if you would like to read more about these characters, you can find their stories in parts* [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bpqrk6/the_witchs_apprentice_part_1_magic_ffm_femdom/)*,* [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bprqmh/the_witchs_apprentice_part_2_femdom_fantasy_magic/)*, and* [3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bq1086/the_witchs_apprentice_part_3_magic_mf_femdom/)*. This is all optional of course!*
*So without any more ado, please enjoy my story :)*
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**The Bargain**
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The day dawned and she belonged to no one.
True to her word, they had fled the village in the darkness of early morning when the air was still delicately cold, dew kissing her shins as she crossed the tall grasses that made up the outskirts. She turned to look for the building that had been her home for her entire life, still backing up the hill.
“Second thoughts?” Cipher asked her, also pausing, his eyes were on her.
Dear Diary,
It has been so long since Victor and I had much fun. It’s been months since we enjoyed our time at the sex club, and Victor felt a little uneasy at the amount of control he gave up. The BDSM scene frightened him slightly, and he wondered if he could really get used to the idea of submitting in that way very often.
We had slowly been easing our way into pegging. Victor was willing, but there was just something missing. I spanked and controlled him in every way I knew how, but we both felt as though he wasn’t being used the way he could be. At the club, there was a sense of danger. All the people watching and getting involved in our play. It made it so much more intense and exciting. So, in the interest of bringing some fresh and exciting new experiences to our sex life, I hatched a plan.
This story was written in response to the title, which was a prompt.
Part 1.
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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”
“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.
“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”
“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”
“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”
“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making…” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind.