Its a hot summers day and we’re walking in the park. Children are running around, playing, dogs are playing fetch. It’s a busy day. We’re walking hand in hand and I look at you with a smile. You’re wearing a flowery dress that stops just above your knees. You give me a twirl and the hem of your dress rises as you spin, revealing black mesh underwear. I can just make out the thin slit of the heaven between your legs before the view is hidden by your dress. I look around to see if anyone witnessed the cheeky flash. We’re all good.
Category: eroticliterature
You’re About To Be Spanked (M/F Erotic Spanking, BDSM, Dom/Sub)
This is my first spanking story on Reddit. Please let me know if it got you excited and you want me to continue with this story.
DISCLAIMER: This story takes place between two consenting adults
You feel your body quiver and flutter with anticipation as you walk through the bedroom door. He’s sitting in a chair that’s been pulled out to the middle of the room. He makes eye contact with you and begins with, “you know what you’ve done to earn this, don’t you?” Nodding silently in agreement, your knees begin to feel wobbly as the reality of the situation sets in. He then continues in a voice that hints at sympathy, “I know spankings hurt and they can be very humiliating, but they have been doing you a lot of good.” Just those words make you warm and ticklish between your thighs. You blush and feel your face become hot with embarrassment. “Are you ready to get this over with? You feel a lump build in your throat as you confidently nod yes again. In an authoritarian voice come the words that always make your heart leap into your throat: “Okay then, pull your panties down and go across my lap.” Your fingers are trembling so bad you struggle slide them down, exposing your freshly shaved mound and pale cheeks, that quivered at the thought of what was about what was about to happen to them. As you step out of them, you notice you left a wet spot in the bottom of your panties during his lecture. You position yourself across his legs and submissively face your exposed bottom upwards. One of his large, masculine hands rubs and gives each one a quick squeeze. “Don’t feel ashamed if you feel the need to cry and want to let it all out. It’s completely normal.” Those words cause a tingle to run down your spine and makes you want to rub your clitoris so badly, it hurts. The real fun hasn’t even started yet and it’s only going to get worse.
New to New York. Might need a strong hand to guide me
The streets of New York were like a maze to me. They seemed simple in the movies, just squares with signs, how hard could that be? “Go straight for 3 blocks and take a left” is what I thought to myself, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The sounds and fast paced lifestyle of New York was jarring to me, and truthfully, it still is. See, I’m from a small town in Oregon that’s just off the coast. Big skyscrapers and horns echoing through the streets are not what I’m used to. But I had a great opportunity that I couldn’t pass up, even if it did mean leaving my family and everything I knew behind. Today’s my first day at my new internship and look at the time, I’m already late and so, so lost.
removing your guilt – followup [cheating, public, pregnant sex]
This is a follow up with to a story I wrote earlier, with some time skip happening due to the middle part being written by a partner instead of me. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me if you enjoyed it :)
You liked that he basically had to move out, didn’t you kitten? That the twin bed you kept for when your niece came over was finally put to use? He wasn’t doing to well, was he?
Sure, he took it, because what else was he going to do? His performance at work was so bad that I got promoted above him, even if I had been in the company for 20 years less than him. And now I had his perfect wife wrapped around my fingers. I even kept your wedding ring on display in the office.
He still paid for the house, for our trips as he desperately tried to get away from us. But only barely. If his job fell through he’d have nothing. And I could easily make it happen.
Secretary Handjob
I shot a text down and started on my way to our usual family bathroom. She was already there waiting. I walked in and locked the door behind me and made my way to the toilet. She stood on the side. She hiked up her mini business skirt exposing a bare frontal piece of box and guided my hand to her ass. My cock grew and she unzipped it out in one motion.
She pulled her bare tits out over the top of her blouse and returned her free hand to my balls. Gripping tight she jerked me over the toilet. Stroking me harder as she went. I felt the blood in my cock tighten and her breast press against my side.
Cum shot out over into the bowl. She milked the rest out and cleaned me. Redressing ourselves, two texts hit my phone. A picture of my wifes’ bare snatch. A picture of my neighbors wifes’ bare snatch. Both in the same angle.
A Mother’s Helping Hand Part 1 [MF] [Incest] [Taboo] [Mom/Son]
LMK if u liked it, and if I should continue this story. Enjoy!
Tate felt agitated. He was not looking forward to a conversation with Ma about his grades. Usually, Tate refused help from her when it came to homework, but sometimes when significantly behind in his work, he’d let her. The real reason he fought against her help was that he wanted to impress her. He didn’t want to let her down. Once home, Tate sat down with his mother, and as they looked over his grades and missing assignments, Tate felt hot blood pooling in his forehead and behind his eyes. He would often try and comfort his mother when it came to his grades. He’d say things like, “I got it under control,” or “my teacher hasn’t graded it yet.” He felt bad whenever he’d lie to her, but couldn’t help it. Tate had a problem. He sometimes wondered if he was a pathological liar. It came easy to him, always had. The semester was almost over, so Tate’s mother pushed harder than she usually would have given the time constraint. She pushed and pushed until he gave in. Eventually, Tate agreed to let her help. Finally, she said “I can’t always do this, you know. You’ve got to learn to discipline yourself in your work. I know it’s difficult, but you’ve got to put in the effort. Do you know anything I can do to help you gain motivation so that you can do your work on your own?” Tate didn’t know but said that he’d figure it out. She called BS, and so they brainstormed together. She suggested she could take away his phone and give it back to him once he got caught up. At first, Tate was hesitant about the idea, but gradually, as she does so well, his mother whittled him down until he resisted no longer. Although annoying, Tate knew his mother was right, and that this would ultimately help.
The Massage Goddess – Jane (FF) (Sensual) (Spiritual)
Name: Jane
Age: 34 years old
Race: white
Occupation: Office Administrator
Marital Status: Divorced
Children: 1
Service Requested: Massage and Bodywork
Problem Areas: Shoulders, hips, calves
Other notes: Stressed, need to relax
It’s a snowy April afternoon in the Rockies. The sun is bright, and the snow sticks to the evergreens. I pull up to the modern, rustic minimal. It’s built on a slope, giving the effect of blending into the scenery. I take a final nervous breath, then walk up to my destination. “Full Circle Bodywork and Energy Healing,” the sign above the door reads, in a white, flowy, zen-like script.
I walk in and my eyes immediately rest. I hadn’t realized how bright the sun and snow were outside. The place is covered in earth tones, from the walls, to tapestries hanging, to the displays of artwork. It smells like a divine concoction of natural oils, though none are distinct enough to name. It’s dimly lit with amber colored lamps. The space looks textured with all kinds of materials. A figure then appears through bamboo drapery.
“Hello, you must be Jane,” the figure says. Her voice is soft and comforting. It has a sweetness to it that puts me instantly at ease.
Clementina, Part XXVIII [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monsters, non-consensual, transgender, anal, lactation, TFFF, incest (m/s, m/d, gm/gs)]
WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!
If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach
There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
This part continues chapter 6. This chapter is turning the story back to its roots as a horror story. You have been warned. This part begins immediately after Part XXVII ends.
Imagine your husband is away at a work conference, you invite me over and when I arrive you’re waiting for me on your knees.
As I enter your room you’re down on your knees in front of me, I’d slide my cock across your face as I watch you stick your tongue out to taste my shaft. I’d grab you by your chin and spit in your face before I allow you to stroke my cock wedding ring still on your finger.
I’d slap my cock against your face again before Sliding it deep down your throat. I’d watch as spit trickles down your lip and onto my cock. It drips down onto your chin and your eyes water. I watch as you continue to suck my hard thick cock gasping for air.
Steampunk Harlots – Chapter 1 [Fiction, Fantasy, 7000 words]
Everyone expected a war between the old ways of magic and the new ways of the steam engine upon its invention. However, what people quickly learned is that a synthesis of the two did more than anyone realised. Instead of a steam engine that could merely power trains and factories, it was made to power airships and augment spells. There was a frenzy of development as every day brought a dozen new inventions. While there inevitably were those who fundamentally opposed one side or the other, most people welcomed the change and the improvements it brought. A war between the old and the new was averted despite the pessimistic predictions of many.
However, as those who remembered the time before steam grew grey and withered, the raw resource used in making steam engines more than their technology allowed, became scarce. The once plentiful element, the raw magic that had bonded with fossil fuels in the ground over centuries, called Ember, was now becoming much harder to find. Mines are dug deeper and prospectors scour for new sources. Heavy contestation over ownership of the new and old sources is escalating tensions. As a result, the tried and true method of settling debates has come back with full fury. War is on the horizon as each nation is quickly industrialising its military.