Amelie Chapter 2.

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Amelie Chapter 2
The following morning when Amelie awoke, at first she couldn’t recall why she felt so different and then it all came flooding back. She had had an orgasm, of that she was sure. She had no idea such pleasure existed in the world.

At first Amelie was concerned that she would feel guilty, given her strict religious upbringing but she didn’t. Not at all. In fact, she felt empowered, like she had finally taken control of her life and had come out from the shadow of her parents deaths. She knew they would think she had become a sinner but she couldn’t understand why god would make her body capable of such things if he never intended for it to happen.

Her experimentation with self pleasure had lit a fire in her like never before. Amelie was hungry for more.

Gangbang Fantasy

I have this fantasy of going on a date with a really great guy. Like someone everyone knows and respects, and I’m really excited to spend a night with him. I really want this date to go well.

I get myself all done up with the hope of an amazing date. Waxed, manicure and pedicure, hair all done up. I get a new bra and thong, spend too much money on heels and a sexy new dress. I’m ready with time to spare before he picks me up. I’m nervous and excited and horny in anticipation.

He picks me up in his nice, new car. He looks perfect and handsome. We go out to dinner, conversation is easy and laughs are frequent. He has tickets to a band that I love and I’m so excited to go with him. Turns out it’s his favorite band and I feel special that he invited me to go with him. We attempt to go backstage. He talks to the bouncer, and offers him a bribe to let us in.

Jessica’s Freedom – Chapter Four [Rape] [Bondage] [Teen] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Kissing] [Sadism] [MF] [Biting] [Abuse] [Blood] [Torture] [Sex Toys] [Choking]

**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**

#Part One – Jessica’s Torment

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)

#Part Two – Jessica’s Despair

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9a04al/jessicas_despair_chapter_1_mf_rape_age_bdsm_slave/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9er6fj/jessicas_despair_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9foh8w/jessicas_despair_chapter_3_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)

#Part Three – Jessica’s Freedom

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a1o2a6/jessicas_freedom_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_crying/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/azmkau/jessicas_freedom_chapter_2_rape_bdsm_teen_crying/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b8dzme/jessicas_freedom_chapter_3_rape_bdsm_teen_crying/)

The beginning of the end.

Jessica mumbled and breathed heavy through her gag, spit flying with every exhale, her tears soaked her face as they streamed out from below her blindfold.

Michael breathed just as heavily and his saliva was just as active. His eyes sunk into her vision – naked, arms bound above her on the bed, her ankles tied to the sides leaving her legs spread open, with plenty of slack for her knees to bend… he liked for her to be able to thrash around some. When there’s some looseness to the binds it gives the illusion of a chance to potentially break free. The more she reached for that sliver of hope the deeper her soul would break when she fails.

Jessica Emerges

*Since I forgot to put tags in the title, this story includes: cross dressing, feminization, femdom, cuckolding, oral, bisexual play and humiliation. Thanks for reading!*

“Come on out! It’ll be fine!”

Kevin took a deep breath. He and Sandra had been friends for years and it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust her. Still, there was a difference between trusting a friend and taking a step that he, himself, wasn’t sure he was ready for.

His chest was a little tight and that made it difficult to breathe. Only a little. It wasn’t as though the clothes he wore restricted him. They were snug. That’s all. Very snug. The blouse that showed off his shoulders had a neckline that cut across his obviously masculine chest yet, as he admired himself in the mirror, he adored how the floral pattern flowed down past his obliques. He wore a singlet under the blouse. It was black and provided a foundation that let the pattern shine, in addition to giving his body much more slender appeal.

The taste of a co-worker [MF][Cheating]

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I recently took to writing out my fantasies in story format. I’ve never posted before so be gentle.
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I have this co-worker who eats extremely healthy. She has to for medical reasons so it’s not like she is a gym Nazi and buff. She’s pretty but not hot. Beautiful I guess is the best descriptor. Barely any breasts (A cup if I had to guess) little to no waist and thin. Normally I prefer more meat on the bones to give some curves.

She does have this one dress that is my favorite. It’s bright yellow, and has a very accentuated waist. It’s probably the tightest dress she owns but is still very sensible and classy. Now, all that said, I simply cannot get it out of my head that with her insanely healthy diet of fruit veggies, no dairy and practically no meat that she MUST taste amazing. I remember reading somewhere that certain foods make the ladies and guys cum taste more bitter and salty. But a healthy diet can make things much more palatable.

I don’t exactly know why, but ever since the end of junior high, I’ve just been obsessed with legs.

When I first experienced sexual attraction at like age 12, at first it was all about the boobs. Boobs this, boobs that, etc. And I don’t know why, but I sort of developed a kink towards bras and bra straps. It wasn’t necessarily about the bra strap itself, but more what it led to, and the message it beheld. “I have boobs, they need the support, so I wear a bra, this bra strap leads to my breasts.”

However, at like the end of junior high, at like age 14, I’ve just been obsessed with legs. Women in skirts and dresses above the knee for some reason really got to me. Just seeing that much exposed leg, **AND** easy access, since it’s a skirt/dress…at age 15 I also began to like women in shorts, though. Just anything bare legs in general. Swimsuits and workout clothes do the trick too.

There’s just something about legs…sexy, but not as explicit or aggressive as the boobs, butt, or vagina. They can be almost completely bared, yet still be classy, kind of modest, and even kind of formal.

Masturbation Club – Steven’s business trip to Santa Barbara [M] male masturbation

K.O.S.S. Masturbation Club – Steven’s business trip to Santa Barbara

My name is Steve and I am an American guy living in Tokyo doing freelance computer programming jobs. My hobby is to organize masturbation parties, host a masturbation forum online and enjoy life with my sexy Japanese wife who approves of my hobbies and turn-ons.

Recently I was hired by the Suntory Whiskey company to be a guide for a team of their staff to a business trip to visit Santa Barbara USA. They wanted me to arrange everything for the team of three people, escort them around town and do translation as none of them spoke English. The pay was amazing and I was excited to get a free trip to the USA, the bummer was that it was only for 3 days! Another reason I was excited and I must admit, aroused, is that my online masturbation buddy Joe aka “GentlemanJO” lives there and he agreed to meet me during the brief trip.

I woke up horny out of my mind at midnight.

In a burst of heat, I woke in the middle of the night. Light from the traffic signals outside spilled through my windows, bathing my room in red and green and yellow in turns. And despite the stillness, the bloated quiet of the hour, a thunderstorm surged within me.

My heart was racing, my mind spinning, and I was breathing hard as if I were in the middle of a glorious fuck. As if someone had me pinned down to my bed while he thrust into me, repeatedly with the intent of breaking me. All I could do was moan and pant and beg for him to go harder and harder while I dug my fingernails into the mattress.

But no one was here. So why was I so flushed?

I threw the blanket off and yanked my pants down to my ankles, trapping my legs. Then I started rubbing myself. Furious circles. I was so wet; the sound of my fingers and my lips filled my room. Slick and fast, my fingers strumming my clit, pushing my lips, slapping the juices silly, trying to contain this heat.

Sara’s Self Discovery

MY LIFE PART 2

Hovering above her I contemplated how to do this without hurting this beautiful girl, I was afraid that any weight on top of her could cause harm.

I did not count on the fact that nature had figured this out after a few million years of birthing children.

Looking at her laying there with her arms outstretched towards me beckoning me to come to her I was once again struck by the beauty of this very pregnant girl.

Kneeling on the bed I moved forward placing the head of my cock against her pussy, I started to rub it all around the outside of her pussy occasional rubbing her clit caused a sharp intake of breath on her part. “Hurry up” she said.

I responded that I plan to take my time and drive her to an orgasm beyond all her past expectations.

Ever so slowly I began the process of entering her womanhood however she was incredibly tight due to a lack of attention from her husband.

So I just took my time and began to work my way inward.

Sara’s Self Discovery

MY LIFE

It was 4:30 in the morning and the pounding on my door was unrelenting. Who would be so inconsiderate to wake me in such a fashion ?

Stumbling to the door who was I to find but the wife of my neighbor.

Sara was just 25 and as adorable as they come, she had bright red hair and skin as white as alabaster, with an assortment of freckles that highlighted her cheeks.

Her skin was so fair and sensitive I believe that she would suffer sunburn from a camera flash and she was 7 months pregnant.

She came to my place because she and her husband were new to our apartment building and I had helped them move in next door to my apartment.

Her reason for the visit, she was feeling alone and unwanted.

Her husband was a fireman and would be on call at the firehouse for three days in a row and then off for three days.

Being alone and in a new city for the first time, left her feeling depressed.