Derry – Premise/Background

Heya, I’m Kayla! So I’ve been roleplaying on here for a while, I’ve always been tempted just to go for it and write a full story of my own. So here we are, attempt number 1.

I plan for this to be a multi-part series concerning a scenario which takes place in, you guessed it, Derry. Derry, Maine to be exact. Home of the demonic force known as IT or more commonly Pennywise.

In this tale, Pennywise takes on a more female form and rather than only feeding on fear it primarily feeds on lust and pleasure, usually that of the young, female variety.

Being that this is based on a child-eating alien/demon, there is potential for some dark content the further the story goes, no spoilers just saying.

For something like this I’d very much appreciate feedback, and if you’re inspired to start something in my private messages feel free to do so.

[Here’s the obligatory kink list](https://i.imgur.com/3tsuV4l.png) and [here’s my DPP profile](https://www.reddit.com/r/DPPprofiles/comments/70oywg/21f4f_kaylasp_or_what_will_i_pervert_next/)

Here we go!
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[Derry – Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/725g86/derry_part_1/)

Crossdressing Teen with Step-Dad part II

This is a continuation of my previous story – link in comments.

A few months have passed since my first night with Chuck. Our relationship has noticeably improved, as my Mother has even made a comment or two. I’ve started my senior year in high school. Thanksgiving is soon around the corner. Chuck has become accustom to receiving blowjobs from me regularly. At least twice a week, he visits my room with a light knock on the door. One particular night was different though. He knocked and entered, presenting me with a gift. He set it on the bed and said he’d like to see it on me, he said he’d be back in a few minutes.

If you control his cock, you control him.

He only agreed because he thought he would be able to prove that he’s stronger than me. No, actually, it wasn’t about who’s stronger, it was simply about who’s in control.

I told him I could control him through his cock. He said that whatever that meant, it wouldn’t work, and he found the whole idea funny. So I did a little experiment.

You know those little remote controlled clit vibrators? Well I ordered one of those, and I also got one of those vibrating silicone cock rings that don’t do shit. Basically it’s a silicone ring with a second, smaller ring on it that would hold a small useless vibrating bullet. I simply replaced the bullet with the remote controlled one. It was stretchy enough to fit tightly around the the base of his glans.

The challenge was simple. He would have to wear it while we go out for a few hours with some friends, and I’d make him cum. If I succeed, he loses.

need help finding a story on asstr

the story begins with woman, a wife and mother, waiting at a bus stop at night. a strange man shows up and they have sex in the bus station. he calls his friend and takes her to his house and the two guys fuck her in the garage. i think the second mans wife was there and she didn’t approve of the woman being there. then the guy brings her into a room in the house and it ends being his daughters room, who is friends with the womans dauhgter. there she see photos of both daughters naked. she confronts her daughter about it the next day and her is very casual about it.

that’s about as much as I remember. it’s been a few years since i read it. I’m pretty sure it was on asstr.org

Crossdressing Teen with Step-Dad

I was an only child to a single mother for all of my life. Well, that was the case until my Mom started dating Chuck. I was fifteen when fourteen when Mom met Chuck and married him a year later. I wasn’t the typical “young man” and didn’t try to challenge Chuck, who was proud to assert his Alpha male status when Mother wasn’t paying attention. You could say Chuck and I never really got along, although I was glad he made my Mother happy.
Everything changed during the summer of my Junior year in high school. Chuck worked as a handy-man/contractor and owned his own house renovation business. That summer, everything to include myself thought it would be good idea for me to work with Chuck. This would give me some “bonding” time with a father figure and maybe learn some helpful skills for later in life. Not to mention the fact it would give me spending money. I’ve seen the worst of Chuck’s behavior, I’ve dealt with him for a couple years for free, at least this time I would be getting paid.
As anyone in the contactor business know, work isn’t always steady, as I soon found out. Chuck would tell me to take the day off because he couldn’t afford to pay me for the piddle job he had lined up for the day. With Mom at work and Chuck out the house, this gave me the perfect time to play dress up. I’d been crossdressing since I was eleven. For me it was fun and a great way to pass the time while doing some choirs.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 3

(Abigail)

At some point in every woman’s life, a man’s personality becomes more important than his looks. Whether it’s by choice or by circumstance, it’s the concept that still makes life-long unions possible, and what some consider true love. It signifies the kind of maturity that you and your partner benefit from for the rest of your lives.

And Lucas Brimstone made it glaringly obvious that I was not at that point yet.

I sat down beneath a declining willow, unpacking a familiar lunch of turkey and tomato between cut French baguette. While successful meetings normally would have left me on a mannerly high, I left that building craving my drawer of toys and a hot lawyer calendar. Preferably a Lucas Brimstone edition.

Lust was not a feeling I was familiar with, but one look at those linebacker shoulders and square jaw and I was lucky I didn’t need to go for a fresh panty run. He was one of those guys that I put into the shirt-optional category, and could definitely do with less of those pants.

[MF][combat][fierce lovin’]From battle to . . . battle.

**Pivotal Battle**

He was open for a moment, his weight too far forward, and I struck for his eyes. A stroke like that didn’t need power, it was a flick and a pivot of the blade, licking at the air like a whip. His head snapped back to avoid it, then he lunged forward. I got my blade back into position, but he was too strong. His sword drove my blade back and struck my chest. Links of mail glittered in the air as the blade fell on my chest like a hammer blow. I flew back and struck a tree, everything going white as my head whipped back and struck the bark.

I felt myself sliding down, helpless. I felt him catch the mail shirt as I fell, and pull it over my head. *He was going to find out.* Then he kicked my shoulder, driving me onto my back. There was a long pause, then I felt the fabric tying my breasts down being cut free. The whiteness receded, and I wiggled my toes to prove that I could, but I didn’t open my eyes.

Completely His [BDSM]

My name is Melanie Saunders, and I belong to my Master- completely, totally and without reservation. I serve him, and in return he keeps me safe and warm from the storms of life. It’s a beautiful thing.

My life wasn’t always this way, of course. At one time, I would have bristled at thought of being told what to do by anyone. And, at one time, I felt that the idea of ‘serving’ was best left to college dropouts and failed actors. I was brash, habitually offensive and innately foolish. But my beloved Master taught me a better way to live; he made me a better person. And it all started the moment that I gave him my everything. But that was a long time ago, and it had been one hell of a journey since then. At the same time he was breaking down both my resistance and my body, he was building me up into something so much greater. He played my body like a finely-tuned instrument- just as well as he did with my mind. The creature that emerged was beautiful. I can see that now, for the first time. I’m beautiful. And he helped me see that.

Teen girl’s first lesbian experience with an older family friend [fF][anal][old/young]

Hey everyone!

This story is a fictional piece, centered around a young teen girl who has a long-term friendship with a family friend, a bit over twice her age. The older woman secudes the young lady, allowing her to realize her true sexuality.
I’ll explore the sexual trouble they get into with this discovery. It should be fun! :)

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Janice was a long-time friend of our family. Frequenting visits at our home, her and I were relatively close. We often discussed topics which were too personal to discuss with my parents. She would
take me shopping for clothes, go to dinner with me, and consul me in my difficult times.

I was an attractive young girl, or so I was often told. I’d never been with a boy before. I’d experienced brief, intimate relationships. I’d never had sex, nor had I given or recieved any sort of sexual activity.
Being raised in a relatively strict household, I knew that I wanted sex, but it was very difficult to obtain. Janice was like a good friend to me in that regard. She would often reassure me that I was indeed beautiful, and
that my time would come. She would often tell me the wonders of sex and exploring your own body. She’d almost tempted me to mastrubate, but I knew better. I didn’t want to end up on a slippery road.

[ff] (True story) The time I fucked a girl in the high school bathroom [public]

Helloooo ladies and gentlemen ;)

Author background — I’m a 19 y/o lesbian girl who writes stories about my real sexual experiences, and some fiction.

For imaginative purposes, here’s a basic description of me. I’m 5’6″, pale, I have dyed blue hair, I’m relatively busty, and my body is shaped pretty well. I’m not really skinny or fat, but tbh it depends on the day and/or my self control @ the time.

This story is of the time I, as the title says, fucked a girl in the high school bathroom. I’m a girl, so I use the word “fuck” a bit generously here. If you’ve seen my first story (which you totally should), you might know that I mentioned I had previous experiences. This is one of them.

I was a senior in high school when it happened. She wasn’t my girlfriend at the time, more of a way to “explore”. After talking for a while as friends, she basically told me that she always thought she was straight, but she was a bit “bi-curious” at the time. This discussion took place during lunch. She was actually the one that talked me into the whole thing. I was a pretty straight-edge girl, education-wise at least. I followed (most) of the rules. Her idea wasn’t anything specific. Go in the bathroom and fool around. She hadn’t done it before either, but she was a lot more courageous about it than I.