Book 1 of A Princess In Peril. In an alternate timeline, Princess Leia remains a slave of Jabba after the Empire attacks at the sarlaac pit. After the Rebel victory at Endor, Jabba finds himself unable to dispose of Leia for fear of reprisal. An old adversary of Leia’s, however, purchases the Princess from Jabba. Soon, Leia finds herself an unwilling sex-slave of her sadistic new Mistress.
Category: eroticliterature
Adrianna’s Big Easy Boogie (The Lustful Skies, Book 2) by Jasmine Wright [Threesome, Swingers]
Running Into An Old Friend (MFF)
Ok so this is my first time posting a story here so I’d love any criticism you guys have.
I don’t normally like going to clubs, but it was my buddy Casey’s birthday so I felt like it was something I had to do for his sake. The music was loud, I couldn’t hear anything, and the drinks were super expensive. My buddy was getting drunk, hitting on every woman that would come within two feet of him. Suddenly, I notice one of the girls Casey was talking to. “Ashley?” I say, knowing the sounds would get loss in the abyss. However, Ashley turned and saw me and her face changed from indifference to joy. Boy did she looks good. She had firm 34C tits that really stood out in that tight black dress. She also pulled off those sheer tights that showed up her nice thick thighs and long legs.
The Pendant…MF mind control
Charlotte looks up from the novel in her lap to see her partner, Steven playing with a green pendant dangling from a delicate gold chain while sitting at his desk.
He makes eye contact with her and smiles. “Wanna play?” he asks, the charm hanging off his middle finger, swinging back and forth a little.
Charlotte watches it, her eyes following its back and forth motion.
Her shoulders settle, her back sinks into the comfort of the couch, the muscles of her forearms relaxing. Her book, forgotten.
“I do.” she replies.
Steven observes her while increasing the speed of the pendant’s swinging. Minutes pass before he says “You’re feeling relaxed aren’t you?”
“I am.”
He waits patiently for her facial features to slip into a more tranquil state while keeping the charm moving. This is one of his favorite games to play with her. He loves tasting her arousal, feeling it on his fingers and hearing her come when she’s in a trance.
When her eyes get heavy, and her lips part he says, “You’re intrigued by my pendant aren’t you?”
“I am.” she replies, a sleep-filled dullness takes the place of her chipper voice.
Opportunity for Interested writers!
I’m looking for a specific story to be written for me because I can’t find this kind of story anywhere and it’s very specific. Preferably someone who is into feet or femdom could help me write this please message me if interested!
Rya’s Resistance (Part 1) (F/F)
*I don’t know why, but I’m trying my hand at a little, not-so-distant future, dystopian, sci-fi thing. Let’s see how this goes.*
**December 18, 2018**
Helen’s pulse raced with nervous excitement, pursuing Gwen up the apartment steps. She zoned in on the side-to-side sway of Gwen’s full, high-waisted denim hips, running her hand along the multi-colored, Christmas lights decorating the metal banister.
Gwen fumbled edgily with her keys. “This is me,” she giggled. As if the apartment could be anybody else’s, the only one on the small complex’s second story.
Once the door was freed from its lock, she hurriedly escorted Helen indoors, standing lookout, scanning the small-town terrain, on that dark night, for any gossiping snoops.
“I’m sorry, this place is such a fucking disaster,” Gwen apologized, aimlessly bouncing around her cramped, studio apartment, picking up bits of trash scattered around the living room. But Helen didn’t mind in the slightest, predatorily stalking around her with solely lecherous intent, resisting the urge to pounce.
Gwen unloaded an armful of gas-station, fountain drink cups into the kitchen trash, unaware of Helen’s presence directly behind her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, but her invitation wouldn’t be answered, turning around to be shockingly met by Helen’s syrupy lips.
Jessi’s New Job (The Lustful Skies, Book 1) by Jasmine Wright [Redhead, Businessman, Alpha Male]
[MF] Payback’s a bitch – Sex Story
The Unleashing: Lilith’s Kiss Book 1 by Jasmine Wright [Succ; Trans]
<MF> At the art museum (long)
She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.
At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.
“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.
“The furniture on the lower level.”
She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?”