Milky Secret (a lactation fantasy)

Lisa and I had been friends a long time. We had seen each other through bad loves and happy times for decades. But despite my attraction to her, I had never once approached her with anything more than a dinner date. She did her thing, I did mine, and we offered a shoulder when it was needed. Best friends.

But I wanted her. With every beat of my heart I longed for her, but superstition and fear kept me from trying. Things never worked out when I went after a woman I was interested in. At least when I waited for someone interested in me, it had a chance of going somewhere. So I made jokes, the only thing I was good at. Some mild sexual innuendo that made her giggle. Play along when she made comments about her voluptuous figure or pretended to hit on me.

Futanari Family (FF, mother/daughter)

The package was marked Linda Thiel. A yellow envelope, 9 x 12 and lined with bubble wrap. When I tore it open, I found two white bottles. I shook each one. They didn’t sound full, maybe half full. I turned them over to read the label. One had my mother’s name, Linda. The other had mine, Casey. 

There was just the label with our names. The rest of the bottle was blank. 

I remembered the doctor that had actually signed the final paperwork and assigned us to this test. It had been after the third medical screening and examination. I was lying on an examination table, my legs spread, I had just finished masturbating and the doctor was examining my vulva and clit with gloved hands. “You do understand what the drug will do?” She had asked, picking up a long swab and inserting it into my vagina. “The side effects are still being determined,” she had said. “We can’t tell you what the drug will do to you.” 

Mom almost hadn’t signed. Examinations done, we had sat in front of a lawyer with a briefcase full of paperwork for almost an hour. There were more waivers than there were warnings. The pill could kill us and they wouldn’t be liable. 

Welcome to Paris! [Nonconsent Fantasy]

Hello friends! It has been a while since I posted a new story because of some personal stuff going on, but here is a new commissioned work for you all! It’s a bit longer because I really got into it, hope you don’t mind! This story involves forced sex of different kinds. The two girls are forced into lesbian sex, anal sex, a rough gangbang, violence, choking and humiliation. It’s a bit rough, but I really hope you enjoy, and of course, if rape play isn’t your thing, then this is not the story for you!

“What a night! French dance clubs are the best, did you see that cute guy I was dancing with?” Taylor asked with a grin as she unlocked the door to the hotel suite she shared with her best friend Aylen. The girls drunkenly stumbled their way into the room, dropping their purses and losing jackets and shoes along the way. The young women were both 22 and had just finished their senior year of college, this trip was their last adventure before they entered “the real world”. What better place to party than France? They had spent the evening at a delightful French club, and the young woman stopped to check herself out in the mirror. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she still thought she looked good. Taylor had gone out in a short skirt which accentuated the curves of her hips and topped off her ensemble with a simple low cut tank top that did wonders to accentuate her pale D cup breasts.

Not a Sound, Pt. 6 (Mf, Cheating, Risky, Clothed)

Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn’t a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.

The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I’d taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.

It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It’s all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it.

Teacher’s pet [MF]

The summer of 2018 marked 10 years since I graduated from high school. I got a letter in the mail forwarded to me by my parents from my old school.

*Dear Joseph,*

*Can you believe it’s already been 10 years since we graduated from Emerson High School? We want to catch up with you and other classmates and find out what’s been happening in your life since we parted. So please mark your calendar for Saturday, August 15th at 7.00 p.m. when we will hold our 10th reunion of the class of 2008.*

*We are making the reunion plans and will be in touch with you soon with all the details. We hope you can make it to the reunion. It’ll be great to see you and reminisce about high school days!*

*Best regards,*

*C. Gainsbury,*

*Principal, Emerson High School.*

I must admit the letter caught me a bit off guard. I never really liked the idea of these reunions or ‘catch ups’ but I hadn’t seen any of my old friends in years and I had started to miss the way things were. Maybe that’s just part of growing up. In any case, I decided I would go. It was more than likely going to be boring and uneventful but at least I might see a friendly face or two.

[META] Any Requests?

Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or simply something you want to read? Just message me with some details.

The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)

Alice’s Closet Part 6 [Fff, incest]

**If you missed [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/926y4t/alices_closet_mff_inc_mast_voy/), [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/92f875/alices_closet_part_20_mff_inc_mast_voy/), [part three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/933eyw/alices_closet_part_3_mf_inc_mast/), [part five](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/93cxae/alices_closet_part_4_ff_incest/), or [part five](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/93ngi7/alices_closet_part_5_nosex_incest/) click the links provided to read them first.**

“You texted Megan that we were here right?” Mom asked sitting in the driver’s seat of her dark red SUV in Megan’s driveway.

“Yeah,” said Alice as she turned the screen of her smartphone on. “Ten minutes ago.”

“Maybe you should… never mind, here she comes.”

The front door to Megan’s house opened. An olive skinned, cute, petite girl with bright purple hair, silver rimmed glasses, and facial piercings walked the short distance to the SUV.

“Heeeeey Claire.” Megan said after opening the back passenger side door and sitting down.

“Hello Megan.” Mom greeted her back as she backed out. “How are you?”

“Really excited for tonight.” Megan answered devilishly.

“Me too,” said Mom now driving away. “I see you’ve gotten new piercings.”

“Yeah! Just had the one on the side of my nose, now I have my lip, tongue, eyebrow, nipples, navel, and hood.”

“Hood,” asked Alice looking over her shoulder.

“Over her clit sweetie.” Mom answered first.

Friend had requests

I want three dollar tree crayons, a stale bag of chips, mini wheats, Christmas lights, and a princess dress to be involved in the erotica.
oh, and I want Michael Scott to be involved.

Silk rustled in the corner. Dust settled in the morning sunbeams, falling onto his perfect breast…. He’s so pretty when he’s faithful to me. What a night that was. What a night.

A Topless Photoshoot (mF)

My friend sent me a dirty picture to tease me. I wrote her this story as a birthday present and to tease her back. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.

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“Take a step closer to the couch,” Dave said. Megan did as he instructed. “Wait. Don’t finish that step.”

“Huh?” Megan asked.

“Leave your right foot up on the toe, and don’t move your leg forward,” Dave clarified.

“You know,” Megan said, “when I asked you to help me take the pictures I couldn’t take by myself, I had no idea you’d be this picky.”

“Well,” Dave replied, “anything worth doing—”

“I know. I know,” Megan interjected, “‘anything worth doing is worth doing right.’”

“And you’re absolutely worth doing right.”

“You keep saying that. I have to wonder if you mean it.”

Dave stood behind the camera in momentary disbelief. A beautiful creature just asked if he meant that anything to do with her was worth getting right. How could she wonder such a thing? “I absolutely mean it. You’re a goddess. Any man who has the pleasure of being with you better damn well make sure he scratches your inner itch.”

Unexpected – Part 1 MMF – explicit content – alternative lifestyle

I’m not really sure where to start this story. Funny, I have never had that trouble before. Normally, It’s have I got a story for you… ha ha. I guess I will start with the present month.

It is July 2018, my 48th birthday is this month.  I made plans for my husband and I to stay in a hotel in the city for a night, and go see a friends band play. We were going to celebrate, have a good time, intended to be very naughty. See what we could get up to.

I kept feeling like, hey it’s my 48th birthday we need to do something epic. It’s the last two years of my forties.  The  key piece of information here, we have not, and do not have a boring sex life. We have been in an alternative lifestyle for quite some time. We have just taken a step back from that for a while. So it’s not like I had something to prove. Like I am not getting old or something because seriously, I have done some things at this age that fearless 20 somethings would wet themselves over.

This July it just felt different.