Category: eroticliterature

Bored trophy wife hits on me at work (part 2)

Saturday morning I arrived at Jessica’s house. Her husband was away on a work trip and his mother had taken the kids off her hands to help her out. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe and a big smile.

“Welcome,” she said, opening the door and stepping back to let me in.

She shut the door and embraced me, holding me close to her, and whispering “it’s so good to see you” in my ear.

“Good to see you too,” I replied.

She let go of me and walked me through the house.

“How long to do we have?” I asked.

“As long as you need,” she replied seductively.

“As long as I need, or as long as you need?” I asked cheekily.

“Oh honey, I’m not going to take very long at all,” she replied, even more cheekily, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’m very much looking forward to having your hands… and whatever else, all over me.”

She led me through to the guest room. It was neat, well lit by a window that faced out to the manicured garden, with a double bed and mirrored wardrobe. Read more »

A girl has NEEDS, ok? [FM, zombie] #2

Omg. Diary. The fucking WILDEST thing happened today.
I’ve been working on clearing out the floor above me. Systematically, you know. I got to this apartment of some basic bitch, and it was like ‘aw fuck more smoothie powder’. You could tell cause she had that whole LIVE LAUGH LOVE aesthetic and dead plants everywhere. Pictures of her with a hiking bag and bouncy curls, you know the type. SO many bridesmaid photos with other smiling girls who looked just like her. No shit she had a giant OM symbol hanging over her sofa. Appropriation much?? Gross. The kitchen was a bit of a bust, though I did find some good peanut butter and honey. But the real prize was in the bedroom.
I can’t even explain how I felt. When I went in I heard some moaning so I knew something was probably there. (I wasn’t the only one too fucking lazy to get out of bed for a fire alarm. I’d rather burn to death than leave my bed.) I figured it was basic bitch but no.
There was a NAKED DUDE tied to her bed. (I guess basic bitch wasn’t so basic.)
I haven’t gotten this far by being stupid so first I checked the rest of the apartment. There was nobody else in the place. I guess BB left her dude and ran outside?? Which is ICE COLD but also pretty funny. Then I barricaded the front door (can’t be too careful). Read more »

My canny cousin# 2

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My canny cousin

Previously I have been in a very strong situation, my cousin and sister Estefania with whom I had a sexual encounter the night before (The best sex so far in my life) and she did not remember anything, I was very scared internally because I saw her so calm eating her yogurt (of course with my semen). And as I came inside her and filled her uterus with my sperm it was very likely that she would have been pregnant, to increase the difficulty that day everyone would be at home my other cousin had no classes at her school and our parents were on break, so my internal torment was much greater.

The situation was already very difficult and I had to go to work, as a solution the only thing I thought of was to buy a pill the next day. This pill is not a method that works 100%, but I had already had experience with it in college and it had been useful, but I still had another problem, since my cousin sister did not remember having sex the night before. She was business as usual, she simply told my parents I would not be going out today because I had to get over the discomfort of too much alcohol. Read more »

The Prison Vacation, Part 5 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)

She was dressed to perform a procedure, no longer in her black dress, but now a medical-looking white outfit. Also dawning a surgical mask and gloves. As she approached, it was the first time he looked at the tools on the table. From left to right, there was a speculum, a tube of lube, some needles, a steel chastity device and an elastrator, complete with an open jar of green bands marked “Swavet Castration Rings.” This was the first time he was truly filled with fear. The scanning of that table probably took five seconds, but he felt like he’d been staring for hours. Putting all of the pieces together, the realization was now clear, this not a two week play getaway, this was something else. “Slave, I know that look all too well, you have come to the realization that the next week is simply the introduction to the rest of your life. When we get home, we will rename you and brand you with your given slave name; your training will intensify and we will determine your best purpose as part of my stable. She felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her white jacket seemingly nonstop – she got an alert each time a new paid subscriber joined the live feed. She quickly realized as his situation became more precarious, the more people wanted to watch. She reached in her front pocket and took out a stainless steel dental gag, putting it in place and using the mechanism to ratchet it open. She knew she had it in a place where it would be effective and then clicked the ratcheting device two more times. The pain it was causing was noticeable from anyone watching, but there was noting he could do about it. “Let’s begin, shall we,” she only made eye contact with him as she reached for the tray and picked up the speculum. Read more »

The Prison Vacation, Part 4 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)

“The last thing I should mention is that you’re also my newest star,” she held up her phone to show him. “Your entire life is now live-streamed on my website, and traffic is up nearly 300% – people seem to really enjoy following your situation.” Just then, the phone rang. “Ahh, talk about perfect timing,” she held up the phone to show him again and he saw the name ‘Kitten’ and remembered the stunning Woman from his intake and the van at the airport. “I’m here,” she said as soon as the FaceTime sound ended. “He’s very organized, and it’s a pretty nice home. It probably makes sense to keep as a vacation property right outside New York City.” When she turned the phone towards him, he could clearly tell that Kitten was at his Jersey City brownstone- rummaging through everything. “I think I have everything we need now, cashiers check was used to pay the balance on the mortgage, the escrow account is set to handle utilities for up to 24 months, and surprisingly, not one person has called or texted his phone – it’s like he disappeared and no one even cares.” Read more »

The Prison Vacation, Part 3 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)

He hadn’t known how long it had been since he’d been isolated as he had simply accepted the daily routine as his new life. He had started out thinking that his feeding routine was three times per day, but then thought maybe it was only twice, but eventually his mind stopped trying to figure it out. He had learned that when he heard the tapping on the metal slot, followed by her voice, he had about 30 seconds to get there before she tossed the metal tray onto the floor. When he made it on time, she would hand the tray through the slot and reach through to unzip the mouth on the thick leather over his head. She knew that today marked the fifth day of this routine of twice per day visits to his cell, and knew at this point, he would be thoroughly broken – nothing breaks a new prisoner faster than complete isolation. After handing him the tray of two pieces of, the prison staple, nutraloaf and a glass of water, he lowered his face to the slot and she unzipped the hood – he had executed the routine perfectly. Read more »

The Prison Vacation, Part 2 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)

He looked them over again. Each of them was an individual message from the same number Ms Kitten had used when they spoke previously. He deboarded the plane and made his way through customs, it was very quick to get through. With just a carry on bag, there was nothing to wait for at the gate, so he quickly found parking lot D6 and took the elevator to the third floor. The lot was empty, but he saw a plain white van all alone. As he approached, he noticed the license plate was a match, and the back door was unlocked. He couldn’t believe it, but without thinking, he climbed inside and started to strip. He opened the bin and filled it with his clothes, and wallet, and bag, and passport – his whole life was now inside this storage container. He stood up and walked to the front of the van, he knocked on the window. As he did, the rear door opened – a man and a woman came inside. The man picked up the container, and the woman approached him. “Stand slave. I’m Ms Kitten. Give me your wrists,” she cuffed his hands in front of him. She them bent down and cuffed his ankles – attaching everything together with a large, heavy chain. “Put. That. Away!” She kneed him three times in the balls, each progressively harder. “You will learn to control this thing, or you’ll fucking lose it.” She slapped his hard cock downward and knocked him to his knees. She followed him to the ground, and in one motion stabbed him in the neck with a syringe. He hit the cold metal floor like a ton of bricks.
The very next he remembered was being on the floor in a large room, it was very dark, and as his eyes adjusted a bit more, he realized it was dark outside too. He tried to stand to walk over to the closest window, but realized the heavy chains that were restraining him, were also attached to the concrete floor. He could hear some faint sounds from nearby. It sounded like a dinner party. He heard some chatter and it sounded like it was getting closely. When the door opened, and the light came in, he instantly recognized his surroundings from the videos he’d seen, and he recognized the preheated Women in the room as well. There was no conversation, it was all very businesslike. Ms. Kitten walked over and unlocked the chain from the floor, “over there,” she said as she pushed him towards the wall with the markings for height. “Face me,” she said as she snapped a picture with her phone. “Turn to your right and stay there,” she said firmly. He heard her phone click and then footsteps behind him – everything went completely black. “Forty-five,” the Woman clearly in charge said in a matter-of-fact way. “Let’s not send him there with an empty bucket ladies,” she said very close to his hooded head – she intended for him to hear it. Read more »

The Prison Vacation, Part 1 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)

He couldn’t believe it was finally here. He truly felt that months of planning had paid off as the wheels of his plane made that familiar sound as they touched down. He had never been to Berlin before, and he looked out the window at the sun shining down, for some reason, he always saw Berlin as cloudy and overcast, but the brightness outside was the exact opposite. He instinctively reached in his pocket and took his phone out of airplane mode and messages filled the screen one after another. As the alerts stacked on top each other, his eyes tried hard to read them all, but he had no success, finally the last ding “Welcome to Hell.” Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (f40/m43)

He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.

She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.

“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.” Read more »