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I love erotica based in “olden times” where under-18 girls are married or kidnapped or whatever by adult men who teach the helpless and innocent captive about BDSM.
I’m interested in finding:
1. Similar stories based in more modern times (i.e. post-industrial revolution).
2. Stories where the helpless and innocent captive is a BOY instead of a girl (in any time period).
I prefer stuff I can read on my Kindle or webpages I can bookmark. But any suggestions are welcome.
Thanks!
This is reposted from an old account.
I sip my bourbon at the bar feeling sexy in my delicate red cocktail dress. As I cross my legs, the entire length of my right leg is exposed, making me feel a little naughty. A stranger comes over and sits next to me. He offers to buy me a drink, but I decline coyly.
At that moment I feel someone delicately brush my shoulders with their fingertips and plant a gentle kiss on the back on my neck. I shiver enjoying the sensation. You know this spot drives me crazy.
I turn to stand facing you and I lean in for a slow, sensual kiss, tasting you and taking in your scent. This makes me a little heady.
It’s time to leave.
We tumble into the hotel room giggling, slightly giddy from the alcohol and the anticipation of what is going to happen next.
Thanks to everyone who read part I and left so many kind words! I hope you enjoy part II just as much but please, don’t hesitate to leave any constructive criticism. It will be greatly appreciated as I get under way with part III.
I do want to preface this and say that I had part II pretty much done when I posted part I, so I wouldn’t expect part III to come nearly as fast. I will post part III as soon as it’s ready.
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I remove my hands from the steering wheel and wipe them against my jeans for the fourth time. It’s all I can do to keep them from sliding all over the wheel. I can’t believe I am so nervous. I mean, what is there to be nervous about? It should be easier after the first time. Hell, if we are going on a load by load basis, this would technically be the third time. I guess this time around I’ve had a lot more time to think about it. To crave it.
**Mason’s POV**
My phone chimes with an incoming text:
*Evie: Daddy, your Babygirl is lonely XO*
I sense trouble in my future.
*Mason: I’m on my way home now, shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes… XO Daddy*
*Evie: I can’t wait 15 minutes Daddy, I’m going to have to start without you…*
*Mason: Are you forgetting something, Princess?*
*Evie: No Daddy I don’t think so*
Before I get a chance to reply another text comes in.
*Evie: Oh and Daddy, you’re going to have to find me…*
Yep, trouble. Although to be honest, I enjoy this side of my Babygirl quite a bit. We’ve come to an understanding regarding which rules can be broken for fun and excitement and which ones are non-negotiable.
*Mason: You better wait for Daddy, or there will be consequences…*
*Evie: I sure hope so XO*
I was planning on walking home but decide to take a cab instead. Can’t have my Princess causing trouble all by herself for too long.
Tried something new, and a bit more kiny,hope you guys like it. Enjoy!
Kaitlyns first Day:
I scanned my suroundings, before I entered his office. He was my new boss Thomas.
Thomas sat in his chair, Behind his Desk. The room looked Spartan, It has his Desk, Computer and Chair. One Wall was a big Buletproof window, the other walls were empty. Infront of his Desk were two red leather couches facing eachother. Thomas was wearing a light gray suite with a red tie. He has light bron Hair, and blue greyish eyes. His Hair was comed back. From magazine covers I knew that he was tall. He was siting straight, and didn´t even look up at me, when I entered.
I stood there in silence, before he finally looked up at me , with a questioning look.
„ Who are You?“
„ I am Kaytlin, your replacement for Johnny.“
„ Ah, so you are the new Body Guard.“ I noded.
„ So they realy sent me someone so young, and probably unexpierienced after an attempt on my life claimed my last Bodyguard.“ He seemed realy angry.
I’ve written this story through chapter 24. The novel is complete. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imgmyi/the_wicked_tower_chapter_1_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/isleld/the_wicked_tower_chapter_2_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jcenq3/the_wicked_tower_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jtiqj7/the_wicked_tower_chapter_4_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kn6cv3/the_wicked_tower_chapter_5_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 6: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lm5hpq/the_wicked_tower_chapter_6_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 7: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/maupny/the_wicked_tower_chapter_7_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 8: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nofu6q/the_wicked_tower_chapter_8_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 9
The Wicked Tower Chapter 9 [MF] [inc] [cheat] from eroticliterature
Chapter 10: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oq7shg/the_wicked_tower_chapter_10_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 11 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p880sw/the_wicked_tower_chapter_11_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 12 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pq43qw/the_wicked_tower_chapter_12_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 13 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q8u0ie/the_wicked_tower_chapter_13_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 14 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qttb2r/the_wicked_tower_chapter_14_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 15 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rdcpp9/the_wicked_tower_chapter_15_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 16 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rydghp/the_wicked_tower_chapter_16_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 17 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/slanu0/the_wicked_tower_chapter_17_mf_inc_cheat/
Chapter 18 [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t6nnn8/the_wicked_tower_chapter_18_mf_inc_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t6nnn8/the_wicked_tower_chapter_18_mf_inc_cheat/)
Chapter 19 [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ttwfai/the_wicked_tower_chapter_19_mf_inc_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ttwfai/the_wicked_tower_chapter_19_mf_inc_cheat/)
The low humming song of the dryads had changed. It seemed to Vel, as he followed Hekate’s tall form through the forest, that the rhythms and murmurs had slowed. Were the dryads as satisfied as he? Maybe he could hear their sated desires in their song. Vel was now fully dressed, but the goddess had bid him carry her stola. He had it slung over his shoulder as he watched her ass ripple and flex with each step she took.
*Author’s Note: Cammi is named after which fictional character? If you’re the first to answer correctly in the comments I’ll give you a surprise gift. Please visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters and other erotic stories. Enjoy, comment your guesses, and as always DMmeYOURpussies!*
**- Chapter 13: Will You Film Us Fucking? -**
“Hi Steve,” Cammi flirted. I laughed to myself thinking about Charlie’s dildo.
“Hey Cammi,” the bouncer replied in a deep voice matching his humongous stature. “Come on in.”
We only had one drink at the hotel bar. Our conversation shifted away from Cammi’s job, but the strong flirtations continued throughout. There was an even longer queue when we arrived back at the club, but Cammi led us to the front, where Steve let us in. A wall of sound hit us as soon as we rounded the first hallway. The dance floor and bar were shoulder to shoulder, but Cammi gestured for us to follow her. We maneuvered up the stairs to one of the VIP tables perched above the bar. A bottle of vodka was chilling in an ice bucket on the small table, mixers and glasses next to it. “This is great, thank you!” I yelled over the thumping electronic music.
Her skin is soft, so fragile, almost translucent. So fragile he feels he could break it with a single touch. So translucent that the brightness that shines from her, seems also to shine *through* her,
Delicate. A gentle thing. A stranger might think her almost dull, at times.
But the warmth of the insides she shows him doesn’t match the cool exterior she shows everyone else.
Only he can turn her on, get inside her. She is his, and she knows it.
He is the only one she will bare herself to, make herself vulnerable for. The only one who she’ll show every bit of herself to, every last part. Whenever he wants. She burns for him so desperately, the heat from her core burning through him too, igniting his lust for her.
And if he didn’t cave to that desire… she’d probably crack under the pressure. Lose all her power. Simply… fuse out. And all that light, that passion… Even if only he could see it, it would still be gone.
He couldn’t bear to do that.
This story takes place almost twenty years ago when I was 20. I’ve forgotten some of the details, but I’m recalling it as best I can. Images are not mine, they belong to elenas.caprice. They’re just the closest I could find. Again, this is completely true, the only inaccuracies are things that I couldn’t remember, such as the exact conversations. Enjoy!
I was a college student at a small college in Pennsylvania. I was close to graduating and I wanted to have some fun, so I signed up for studying abroad. Normally my degree doesn’t require it, but I guess I convinced the board and they let me do it. There were a number of great choices, but I eventually went with Spain because I knew a little Spanish and I thought it would be fun.
Gorey Chucho ka doodh (white cow milk)
It was that time of the month. Aunt Flow was visiting. There are a whole lot of commercials that talk about having a happy period, a whole lot of books from women talking about the miracle of the red tent. The truth is, I feel like crap. I cramp, nothing fits, I feel tired, I smell, my hoo-hah is a tender unwelcoming and uncooperative place, and I get clumsy. Maybe this is miraculous to someone, but I find it about as much fun as midterms, but graduation will not be until somewhere in my fifties.
My name is Michaela Glasgo, a Petroleum Engineering grad student at UBC, and right now I am getting my period therapy from Vivek, my boss at Ashlil Vishar. My boss, my Sahib, my lover. I was working my nerve up to call him something else, which is hard because my period therapy from Vivek is pretty intense.
The nipple clamps were painful and the chain on them was weighted with little bells that tinkled to match the great cowbell at my collar every time Vivek spanked my ass. My ass was as read as my cheeks, and in between spanks, he would slide a finger, then two into my tight little asshole.