As Mags was speaking my mind wandered back to those brief times she latched on to a new lover calling him her “boyfriend.” It was demeaning in a way. I was the one who permitted her satisfying her sexual urges and needs outside our marriage without recrimination and with love. Her words were sailing over my head as she outlined what our new relationship would be going forward with the lad she had been shagging for hours. The secret triangle…the dirty little secret. I could see the lustful excitement glowing in her eyes. She was determined to have his cock on call. She desperately wanted his attention and nothing I could say or do would make any difference. I am the one who allowed this lifestyle and, in a way, I understood her needs and my love for her overwrote my misgivings about playing the role and character of the clueless cuckold husband she was spinning. Perpetuating this fantasy was going to be difficult. She had no qualms about cucking me in order to continue draining him of every drop deep within whatever of her holes he chose.
Category: eroticliterature
Peep Show [M22 – F22] [masturbation]
Once, while lounging around an unfamiliar woman’s bedroom the morning after a one-night stand, I asked if she would masturbate for me. I expected her to refuse. It was too intimate a thing, and we barely knew one another, and didn’t intend to know each other any better. Once we left her bedroom, we both knew, we’d likely never find ourselves in it together again.
She didn’t refuse. “Now?” she said.
“Yes. If you want to.”
“I want to. With my fingers?”
“However you normally would. Pretend I’m not here.”
She nodded. And then, much to my surprise, she did exactly as I had asked. She lay back, arranged her hair, pulled the duvet between her thighs and started grinding into it. Slowly, at first. Eyes shut. She gripped her pillow with one hand, pressing her cheek into it, and slipped her other hand down her body, into her underwear. Her fingers stretched the fabric. She touched herself and rolled her hips.
Trans stories featuring Best friends falling in love
Trans stories featuring Best friends falling in love
Hi friends! I’m expecting some mixed responses here. But I was wondering if any of yall had some good recommendations for trans love stories involving best friends, where one friend transitions, and their best friend falls for them. I’d love to hear your recommendations!
Thanks! 💛
Daphne’s Desperation [F18/MMMMM25][rape, gangbang, blackmail]
**Fired!**
Daphne’s boss had been a real dick. She was little more than his glorified coffee girl even though her official position was secretary. He would order her to fetch him coffee every two hours on the dot. After her second time bringing it late he reprimanded her.
“You stupid slut. You have one job. Bring me my coffee on time and still your female brain can’t even seem to manage that.”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“Is it hard to be on time for your stupid slut brain?”
“No Sir.”
“Then why has it happened three times already?”
“I don’t know Sir.”
“You don’t know”, her boss chuckled to himself. More for his own benefit than hers. “I think you’re in denial. You need to say it.”
“Say what Sir?”
“Say sorry that your stupid slut brain prevents you from completing even the most simple tasks.”
The Fire In His Eyes (Chapter 1) [Futa27] [M20] [Futanari] [Futadom] [Ownership] [Pet Play] [Domination] [DubCon] [Reluctant Romance]
Author’s Note: Hi there! This is the first piece of erotica I ever wrote, which I posted last year. I’ve built up a portfolio that can be found on various smut websites if you want to check me out there! I’ll be posting my stuff here to to hopefully expand my audience! I appreciate your comments and feedback! Heads up; this series currently has 13 parts, so there’s a chance I’ve improved on areas since this chapter.
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Hushed whispers coursed throughout the auction hall as Carmen sat down. She crossed her legs elegantly, allowing her wide hips and muscular thighs to accentuate themselves. She sighed softly to herself. Why did she even bother coming to these anymore? They never had any options she liked. They were always either terrified, distant, or emotionally broken. None of these traits suited Carmen’s interests. She wanted one with a spark. The whispers died down as a woman on the stage spoke up.
Candy Corn [F27][intimate][penetration][haunting] [ghost] [mental illness]
**Candy Corn**
By Blue P
Shelby stared out the window of her second-floor bedroom surveying the peaceful streets of her Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia neighborhood below. Her fiery red hair glowing in the rays of the rising sun. This was part of her daily routine, looking out the window after waking.
Most nights she slept well, but last night was beyond uncomfortable. Last night she was molested in her bed by a phantasm. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different . This time the randy spirit spoke to her. He kept repeating two words – candy corn, candy corn.
The voluptuous redheaded damsel wondered what it meant. It felt too good in her pussy to be a dream or a nightmare. Was she going mad, she wondered. There was no question that something was fucking her at will every night as she slept.
The lustful ghost always removed her panties and stuffed them in her mouth. Grabbing her by her wrist and trustfully stabbing at her wet pussy hole with total vigor. She loved it, but it was really troubling her now. Recalling each encounter, a tingling sensation came over her whole body. Shelby’s love muffin stayed moist because of these recurring thoughts.
[MF] From grossed out to her new fetish.. part 2 [M 24/F 24][Watersports][Bondage]
Wow! Had a really nice response to part 1, so part 2 is here.
Many more stories to be told, so I’ll keep them going for as long as there’s demand!
Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11mv7z0/from_grossed_out_to_her_new_fetish_m_24f/
A moan escapes her lips as she lightly struggles against her binds.
“Oh god.. What have I gotten myself into?” she asked nervously.
Ever since introducing my girlfriend to piss play, she had fallen into its binds willingly. The act of holding it to please both herself and I became an almost ritualistic action for her.
Today, however, was a little different. Today, she was trapped and had no choice in the matter.
Wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton panties, she found herself on our bed with her arms spread apart and ziptied to the metal rod that ran along the top of the headboard. A blindfold had been placed over her eyes, and a towel sat underneath her.
I chuckle as I watch her. “What you’ve gotten yourself into is the consequence of your own actions”, I say slyly. “And on that note.. You should drink more!”. I open a gatorade bottle and part her lips slightly with my hand. She obliges and gulps down over half the bottle already, which I place next to the nearly empty jug of water.
Damaged Goods [M+/F] [M30+] [F20] [impact play] [bruised] [nc] [beaten] [torture] [anal] [scat] [collared] [branded]
Note: This is an intense and violent story that is not intended for everyone. If you don’t enjoy the things in the tags, please stop and read something else. For the rest of you, enjoy!
My hand trembled a bit as I sat down in my bedroom, getting ready for my date. I shouldn’t go, not again, not after how the last date went. “Date” was perhaps too strong of a word, I thought to myself, as I looked in the mirror. My black eye had faded to a more ugly yellow and the swelling in my nose was almost completely gone. He had laughed about the swelling giving me a “Jew” nose. It was funny to him. The past few days at work I’d had to use copious amounts of makeup to hide what had been done. Thick lipstick to cover my split lip, eye shadow, coverup, heavy eyeliner. Of course, that was just to hide what was visible from my co-workers.
The bruises under my dress, that was a different matter. Teeth marks on my breasts, bruises, still very purple, hid under my bra. My butt and thighs matched my breasts in marks and color. My male co-workers thought I was jumpy and easy to startle since I often jerked or flinched around them.
Doctor Boss’ Perfect Cure [Medical Kink] [M/F] [30’s/19] [Female Orgasm]
**Originally posted on** r/Erotica **and literotica (cannot get link to work) April 4, 2022**
At nineteen years old, Liv Miller had never been seen by a gynecologist. It wasn’t too surprising seeing as Liv had grown up with just her Uncle Oliver, who had been pretty useless when it came to teaching Liv about her growing, blossoming body. Well, now it was in full bloom and after a quick trip to the nurse on campus, it was recommended that the young woman have a full exam with an actual gynecologist.
So, that was how she ended up there, sitting on the padded exam table in nothing but a thin, ugly-patterned gown. This was embarrassing. Liv had never been nude in a doctor’s office before and it just felt… Really weird.
Every time Liv would shift, the wide strip of protective paper would crinkle loudly. She mostly just kept her nose in her phone, aside from when she was talking with the nurse and telling her what was going on. So far, everything was going fine. It was just like any other trip to her regular doctor besides the fact that she was nude.
Horny and High [M20][F19][Drug use][Alcohol use][Oral][Dubious Consent][BDSM][Rough Sex]
Looking to my right, I was still somewhat shocked at her beauty. With her perky tits and curvy body, Mia is a total bombshell. She had a very deep shade of red lipstick on, and she was wearing a blue top that was showing a lot of her breasts. The mini skirt she wore accentuated her shapely legs and fine ass. I gazed and wondered how such a perfect creature could exist.
“Jesus, Chris, what the fuck are you staring at? Are you gonna light that bowl or what?” Mia croaked out.
I quickly lit the glass piece I held between my lips and deeply inhaled the headies emanation.
Holding in my breath, I quickly passed the piece back to Mia before she got any more impatient with me. Upon exhaling, the usual taste of blueberries filled my throat, and the long day of classes melted away.
“Fuck… this is godly… where did you pick this up?” I questioned.
“Davis got this last night. I figured you’d enjoy it.” Mia replied. She wasn’t wrong. After a long week of intense classes a bowl cruise was all I had wanted to close out the week.