Vault!: Prequel.[M25xF999] [part one][fantasy][isekai][Death][slow burn][goddess][blowjob][riding][multiple orgasms]

—-Prequal, Dead Ringer.—-

Ash always felt uncomfortable in hospitals. The sterile, too-clean feeling mixed with the knowledge of how many people have passed away in the very room he sat in.

He tried to stay still, to not let the crushing weight of the silence break him any more than what he felt in that moment. A low, monotonous beep of a heart monitor could be heard in the room next door.

Beep, Beep, Beep. It made Ash’s heart race. “Too many bad memories,” he thought to himself, “What did they need that was so urgent?” Not like he had anything else planned for today.

After a moment, a doctor walked in. The solemn looking man took a seat on a nearby rolling chair. The doctor took a deep breath.

“Ashton Rolland?” he said, looking up from his clipboard.

“Yea, that’s me.” Ash replied nervously.

The doctor took a deep breath. “Mister Rolland, it’s never easy to say this but, Your MRI results came back from a few months ago.” Ash’s heart beat hard against his chest. “We discovered something alarming.” He pulled out a picture that looked like a human spine. “You’ve got a mass of tumors between your T-6 and T-12 vertebrae.”

The Dancer, Part Thirteen [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART THIRTEEN**

I really had to fall back on my training as I faced Zoey on the table that was our makeshift stage.

Tuning out a crowd was something I was capable of doing, as was matching my expression to the mood of whatever dance I was doing. The blur of an audience, however, was not quite the same as being face to face with someone. There was no way to ignore the blonde girl in front of me, especially as she gazed at me with flirty eyes and a smirk of her own.

This was about to happen. I was about to kiss an eighteen year old girl.

She was still in high school. I was very much straight. “Zoey . . . ” I started to say, as she brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face without once breaking eye contact.

No Touchy [M/F][30s][Poem / pointless / vanilla][long distance][F-solo]

I want my tits to touch the inside of your hoodie

I want to cum on your side of the bed

If I do nothing but imagine

Imagine you inside me in some way or another

Imagine your kind eyes

Or sweet voice

If I do nothing but imagine

You

My mouth starts to open accidentally

I suck my tongue, pretending

“Moan for me” in that make-me-wet voice

Permission

Allowance

Direction

Kind commandments calming

Overactive anxious unfamiliar thoughts

If I do nothing but imagine

Your name still slips out

In gasps and whines

Carmen (Part 2) [MDom] [fsub] [FDom] [Group] [FMF 30s-40s]

The electric gates swung open as we pulled into the driveway, and the curving driveway led us behind a high hedge to a surprisingly large but tasteful house. Nothing ostentatious, but tasteful and elegant.

The handwritten and hand-delivered invitation had been similarly tasteful and elegant, on thick, pale cream notepaper. Addressed to us both, the words were in a beautiful looping hand in dark red ink, and signed “Carmen X”.

The invitation had suggested, in a hair’s breadth short of an instruction, that we attend her house at seven on Saturday, and she looked forward to seeing us then. Confident and self-assured, and irritatingly irresistible. As tempted as I was to be awkward and suggest a different date, we dutifully re-arranged a couple of things and agreed to attend. Invitations to Carmen’s house were virtually unheard of, and we might not get another chance.

The door was opened by Carmen’s husband, who was dressed in his usual club outfit. He wore hick black leather collar, black leather bolero, wrist and ankle cuffs to match his collar and a steel chastity cage. He didn’t speak, and I realised at that moment that I’d never heard him speak, but beckoned us in to the minimalist hallway.

Pencil Skirt Part 3 (f20m30s) [humil, kink, public, dubcon, office, toys, bdsm, dreams]

Mr. Mortson shoves me against the wall in the copier room. He slams his lips into mine, lifts me up by my ass and forces himself into me. I cry out, gaining the attention of Ms. James, who enters and says, “Oh my!” I look at her, open my mouth to explain some bull about how it’s not what it looks like – but I’m taken aback by Mr. Mortson cumming in my pussy. I cry out, raking his back with my nails. My face is flushed, people are watching, I’m the office slut- I don’t think I mind it? “Mr. Mortson!” I cry out-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I sit up with a shock. That was a dream?! I sigh and shut off my alarm. It’s 5am. Plenty of time to get ready, hit the gym, and get to the office by 9am. I sit up all the way and reach for my phone, beginning to open Facebook to scroll, when the feeling I didn’t expect hits me.

I’m horny? At 5am?

I suppose the dream did a number on me.

I shake it off, 5am is too early. I get myself out of bed, find some workout clothes, and head out for my morning run.

[MFF 20’s] Threesome at the outdoor pool in the moonlight (Part 3/4) [Bi] [Outdoor] [Anal] [Fingering] [Cunnilingus]

*Part 3/4 of a long, fictional story*
[Part 1](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gnx0/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/)
[Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gzeb/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/)

“So, do you like how your idea of sneaking into the pool is turning out so far?” Cathy asked me smilingly after we had settled down a bit. “I didn’t expect you to make it that crazy but I’m not going to complain” I responded. “Where does your fascination for bisexual women come from?” Megan wanted to know. “Wait, what are you talking about? I never said anything like that.” I replied. “Oh yeah, you never told us, how could we possibly know?” Megan seemed to make fun of me now. “As soon as we were talking about that topic earlier today, the cool and tough man you pretended to be transformed into a teenager that had just reached legal age” she laughed. I was glad about the darkness covering my face which was turning red. Those girls knew exactly what they were doing, I thought to myself. In fact, they were basically toying with me. I felt a little embarrassed but at the same time something about that thought seemed to turn me on even more. “Megan, I’m pretty sure that just about legal teenager you were referring to could never have fucked you the way I just did” was my rather desperate attempt to restore my male honor. “You did a good job there, I’ll let you have that. But remember, it wasn’t you that made me cum, it was Cathy” she replied with a smile. “Well two versus one, that’s just not fair” was my weak excuse. “I would have easily lasted long enough to make you cum if it wasn’t for Cathy. Her orgasm just drove me insane.” “Well, that’s part of the challenge if you want to get involved with women like us” Cathy said. Despite clearly coming off worst I really enjoyed the teasing nature of this conversation as none of us was taking it all too seriously. But soon enough my female companions in this adventure became more and more active in caressing each other again. I realized that talking would not keep them satisfied for much longer.

My Roommate, The Sissy [M29/F22] [Sissy] [Toys] [Masturbation]

About two years ago my roommate left town. He was leaving the place we share for about five years. He had a job offer he couldn’t decline. So I had to look for a new person to share my apartment with, because back then I wasn’t able to afford it on my own. And I didn’t wanted to loose my home. Because it was affordable and I just loved living in it.

Many people showed up and took a tour through the place. Most of them weren’t down my alley. Of those who were some just didn’t want to move in with me. It just took some time to find the right new roommate. And luckily one day, he showed up.

He was about twenty two years old and something between him and twenty nine year old me just made click. He genuinely liked my place, he could stand me and so he asked me if he could move in. I told him that I needed some time to think about it, but about two hours later I sent him a simple message: “You can move in, if you like.”

The Agreement – Part 1 [MF 30s] [D/s] [oral]

There was a knock at the door. She looked up from her drawing, and idly wondered if that was the delivery she had been waiting for.

She got up from the sofa and opened the front door. It was him. A jolt of surprise and excitement ran through her and she could feel her quickening heart beat. He was here? Now? It had been months since they had discussed this, she had started to wonder if he would ever actually follow through.

‘I err, wasn’t expecting you’ she said and then, slightly belatedly as her head caught up to what was about to happen, she added ‘…Sir’

‘Surely that’s part of the fun?’ he said walking into the house. ‘Now be a good girl and show me how pleased you are to see me’

As usual, a small giddy thrill had shot through her at his use of ‘good girl’. Why did that affect her so much? Her initial surprise at him suddenly appearing at her house was fading and being replaced with a sense of mischief. This is not how she had planned to spend her Sunday afternoon, but as he had said, that was part of the fun. She felt slightly flushed and was aware of growing feeling between her legs, a pleasant warmth but also a kind of yearning ache.

My Adventures with Stacy Cruz: CHAPTER ONE [MF] [18+] [voyeuring] [fingering] [M24/F23]

**CHAPTER ONE**

I sat nervously in the waiting room of the famous Czech Republic film studio, Vanity, with his heart racing in excitement. I chose to wear a casual denim shirt and pants, sprayed the best cologne I had, and groomed my beard well. I had always been an ardent fan of the Czech porn star Stacy Cruz and the thought of finally meeting her in person was too much to bear. I had won a contest that offered fans the chance to meet her, and I could not believe my luck. I also had a surprise awaiting from Stacy, since it’s a VIP ticket.

As I waited, my mind raced with a mix of fear and excitement. I am usually a shy guy and meeting someone I looked up to so much was a daunting prospect. I was also afraid of messing up and saying the wrong thing in front of her. On the other hand, I was extremely driven by the desire to show her just how much she meant to me and to express my gratitude for the impact she had on my life through her films, at least the pleasure I gained on watching her perform on screen.

The Seed of Bounty. [M20] [F30] [MF] [Orc on Elf] [Dark Fantasy] [Breeding Magic] [Consensual Non-Con] [Impregnation] [Cuckold]

Deep in the bowels of the earth, there was no sound. This echoing silence rang foreign in Alura’s elongated ears. The dark places had no trees, no musical birds, and no light. The only noise was sweaty hips smacking into her rippling backside and the hoots of her green captors.

Grimy dirt ground roughly into her palms and knees. The brutes had kept her bent over almost exclusively, of course uncultured animals like them preferred to mate in this savage manner. The stinking creature was standing and hauling her hips off the ground to meet his hungry long thrusts. Her mind began to blur again as he quickened his pace.

Orc cocks were different, and not in the good way. They stank, were overly thick in the middle, and had maddening little bumps in some places that made concentrating all the more difficult. But it wasn’t just physical.

Elves had special senses, and Alura could smell more than the reek of body odor in the stifling cave. It was magic, old magic, power so old that even the one’s that possessed it didn’t know they had it. To them, she was just a dumb elf who’d ‘accidentally’ stumbled into their midst. But Alura was known for many things, and mistakes were not one of them. They thought she was their newest breeding slave, but in reality, she was a thief.