The Catfish Diaries [MF]: Part 1

With a mouth like a sailor and the body of a ballerina she created a unique prospect for his first night in Amsterdam.

“I am a daughter of a wealthy family back home.” she said as she sipped her smoky whiskey and nonchalantly stuck a wad of gum on the leg of the nightstand. On your knees you need to get creative, he mused as he took in his new “date” starting in on his belt.

Half-drunk after dinner he had stumbled past her window before stopping. Time to get some relief. It was natural to drink and seek out these places he told himself, just not after what happened earlier.

When he spotted the name in the window, and her body, he had no choice. What are the chances of finding your lovers doppelganger looking at you over a cup of tea and newspaper while dressed in her lingerie. It was fate. His prayers answered.

He had his chance with the real deal at the hotel earlier and blew it like a sailor too dead ass drunk and full of himself. She had stormed out of the room sobbing and left him wandering the city looking for a confessional. How poetic that it was in this kneeling whore’s window that he chose and not nearby Noorderkerk cathedral. Desire had an interesting way of seeping into his cracks and pushing him off course.

part 1. finally meeting you in person :) part 2 soon with all the fun stuff.

After months of talking, hundreds of pictures sent, this is the moment I have been waiting for! You’re flying into Ohio today and we are finally going to see if this connection works in person.Will everything I am in person live up to the stories I’ve told and the image of how you want this to go. I’m so nervous running around my house trying to pick the perfect sexy, yet easily removable, outfit. I have honestly been thinking about this day since our first night chatting. Waiting for my phone to chime and let me know that you’ve landed. It’s 20 minutes since you should have landed. My first thought is that something happened to you, then of course straight to you are ditching me. Just as I’m finishing that thought, *ding* Thank God, I let out a huge sigh of relief. It’s a text from you, “Hey hun, I have a little surprise for you tonight and I hope you like it. I caught an earlier flight and I’m already at the hotel.” Already at your hotel? Another text comes in letting me know which hotel and what room. I’m really starting to freak out now, take another look in the mirror and out the door I go. As I pull up to the hotel, my eyes widen, wow this is a fancy hotel, I did not dress well enough for this. I park my car and let you know I am here but I’m nervous to head up because u hadnt worn the right outfit for a place like this. You assure me ill be just fine, head straight for the elevator and head up here. As I get in the elevator I get your text back, “I can not wait for you to get up here!” As I get to your door I stand there frozen in fear. Why did I say all the things I would do if I met him? Will I ever be able to live up to the hype I gave myself? Finally your arm raises and knocks on the door. Heart pounding through your chest you hear the hand move. Too nervous to even be looking up, staring at the floor, the door opens and a hand immediately touches my chin. As you lift my head I’m trying to take you all in. You look absolutely amazing. Dressed up in a suit and tie, and absolutely making my heart skip a beat. As my eyes reach your face you quickly grab my waist with your other hand and pull me in for a kiss. My heart is beating so fast, I’m trying to soak in every taste of you I can. As you let me go I have to catch my breath. I lick my lips trying to get another taste of you. Every sense in my body is in hyperdrive right now. My whole body feels weak, I want more of you, no I need you. Quickly again you reach out and grab ahold of me again but this time pulling me into the room and into a hug. I bury my head into your chest, you smell intoxicating. I could stay like this forever but before I know it you are letting go of me again. You move your lips to my ear whispering, “I know this isn’t what we had planned but I have a very special, exciting evening planned for us.” You release me again as my fingers linger trying to keep your body close to mine. Spinning me around to the mirror on the way and sliding your body into the back of mine. Knees weak as I feel your bulge resting against me. Once again moving your lips to my ear, I feel your lip graze against me sending shivers through my body, you reach up and rub your hands down my arms. After what feels like a century of that you finally whisper, “you are too beautiful to keep in this room all night. I’m taking you out to dinner.” A look of pure shock comes across my face. I am not dressed for this, he can’t take me out looking as good as he does and I’m in a tight summer dress. “Don’t worry baby, I have everything planned out for you.” You turn my attention over to the bed where a whole new outfit is laid out. “Just put this on and we will go to dinner.” You spin me around quickly and again passionately kiss me while bringing your hand up to entangle my hair to pull my head back as you start kissing my neck. You end with a soft bite, spin me around again smacking my ass, “now get ready so we can go eat.” I let out a laugh, “if you keep doing things like that we aren’t going to make it to dinner.” This has to be a dream right? My body, mind and soul are all buzzing. I go into the bathroom to change leaving the door slightly opened. As I am pulling off my shirt I notice you trying to glance in and sneak a peek. As I go to take my pants off I turn so my back is to mirror. Slowly bending over and pulling my pants to expose the thong I had put on for you. I take a peek and notice you getting more into watching so I start shaking my ass back and forth as I am pulling them down. I see you take a step towards the bathroom and quickly snap back up. I take my shirt off and stand there for a moment, letting you admire my body, hoping you are enjoying it as much as I’m getting pleasure from you watching. I finally grab the dress and step into it, put on my new shoes and step out of the bathroom. Walking out I ask if you could zip me up, turning to you to expose my bare back. You walk up to me, brush my hair to the side leaning down to kiss my neck as your hands slide down my body reaching for the zipper. You bend down blowing air up my bare back as you zip me up. I feel silly, I never wear clothes like this. I look ridiculous, like I’m just play dress up. You see my face in the mirror and can tell I feel weird. You spin around and dip me down for a long kiss. “You look like a dream, I can’t wait to see all the looks you’re going to get.” We walk to the elevator but you can barely keep your hands off of me. As soon as those shuts you push me up against the wall holding my face in your one hand on the other lifting up my dress and pressing firmly against my clit moving just slightly enough to make my whole body shake. “Now remember princess, this, this is all mine. Once dinner is over I will devour all of you.” Ding we’ve reached our stop. You let go and give me the softest kiss, while quickly lowering my dress. You chuckle at how flustered I became. Grabbing my hand you pull me down to the restaurant.

Step Sister Corruption Part 243 – Day 128 Circle of Fun Starts (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I got home after the whole *make someone scared* just turned into *abuse the shit out of Sabrina* event with Moira watching as I couldn’t hold my character long enough to actually scare Moira away from me.

I mean I was doing so well about it too until I remembered about half way through that with the night dinner that at the end I eventually told the sisters that Mia wasn’t truly my *slave* or anything.  Though in the beginning I was having fun scaring Moira *and* abusing Sabrina as it was the most fun I had and surprisingly Sabrina did not curse or use any derogatory terms.  So at least that was a benefit.

It was also interesting to learn so much about Moira and her little *breeding* lifestyle that had definitely affected her as by the end of the event she was nearly begging me to breed her.

And no if anyone asks me I didn’t fuck Moira or put a bun in her oven by unloading my cum in her fertile pussy.

Don’t really want to piss off Summer or hurt her if she learned that I had in fact broken one of her rules and created an *oops* on purpose…..but god it *was* tempting.

I hypnotized my sister to be oblivious while I fucked her – PART 2 [INCEST] [DUBIOUS] [UNAWARE]

[Link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tsym1q/i_hypnotized_my_sister_to_be_oblivious_while_i/)

I had made out with a few girls before. Mary, Alana, Phoebe, that one girl I had a one-night stand with.

I loved the one-nighter the most. I couldn’t remember the woman’s name, but she had possessed curves my ex-girlfriends didn’t, and her lips tasted sweet as cake.

Lina’s lips made the one-night stand obsolete. Sad, almost.

Holy fuck, her lips felt divine. They were soft, plump, wet, and best of all, they tasted like fucking peaches.

How the fuck can she taste this good? Was my dream woman living under my nose the whole time?

And this was just her lips. I almost came thinking about how her pussy might feel.

I was aggressive with her. All thoughts about how wrong it was to kiss her, how disgusting it was to take advantage of her in this situation… all those were washed away as pleasure ripped through me.

I tackled her mouth and pushed her against the pillows as I sucked hard on her upper lips, then her bottom. Her fruitiness exploded in my taste buds, making me moan from how addicting she tasted.

I hypnotized my sister to be oblivious while I fucked her – PART 1 [INCEST] [DUBIOUS] [UNAWARE]

Author’s note: This is a commissioned piece. The person that commissioned this has kindly allowed this project to be publicized. Email [authoryouaremine@gmail.com](mailto:authoryouaremine@gmail.com) if you’re interested in getting your own tailored story.

**Fucking My Oblivious Sister**

“Tyler.”

I thought I had heard my name coming from Lina’s lips, but I ignored the sound, far too absorbed by what was playing in front of me.

“Tyler.”

I gasped when Ironman flew out of the scene, slammed by a flying bus that was thrown by the villain of the film.

Holy shit. Is Ironman okay? He must be, right? He’s suit must have prot—

Warm fingers grabbed my shoulder and shook me out of my focus.

“Hey Tyler!”

“What?” I snapped, turning to the source of the disruption.

Lina didn’t notice my annoyance. Her eyes were cast down on her phone screen and she shook my shoulders again. “Look!”

Sighing, I leaned in so close our cheeks grazed. Her intoxicating peach scent waffled into my nostrils, and I took a second to breathe her in before looking at what the fuss was all about.

Welcome Home Part 1/2 [Maledom, femswitch, malesub]

[Pet Play] [Chastity] [Cuckold] [Mfm] [Switching] [Blowjob] [Spit] [Creampie]

I chuckled, hearing pup whimper on the other side of the door. Surely he was eager and hoping I’d let him out.

“Oh hush, Luc,” I call out to him, trying not to laugh too loud. Poor little thing. So neglected…

“I’m coming, I’m coming… Needy little thing.” I mutter to myself as a grin splits my face.

I slip the key into the lock and turn it, drawing it out just for the drama. I really oughtn’t tease him like this… But damn if he wasn’t cuter the more desperate he got.

I open the door slowly, but it doesn’t save me from being nearly tackled by the 6’2, scrawny boy who launched himself at me. Never mind him being three years older than me, I could never see him as anything more than a good little boy. A sweet little pet.

I laugh, partially from relief of not falling on my ass.

“You know, pup. We really should train that jumping habit out of you…”

I pet his hair affectionately. The grin on my face hasn’t budged, and my heart picks up a beat at the way he nuzzles my thighs. My voice softens, filled with love.

Cheating with my New Neighbor’s Daughter | 12: Room Next Door [male pov][older man][younger woman][age difference][neighbors daughter][cheating][drama][series][slow build][male mast][masturbation][humping][solo orgasm]

**12: Room Next Door**

***|Saturday, cabin visit day***

It’s been almost four days since I last saw Paige and I was beginning to miss her. After that night, we’ve decided to lay low and be more careful. We didn’t even send text messages to each other to lessen the trail.

We weren’t able to talk to Sadie after the incident and she won’t talk to Paige about it, so we both understood to treat it as if it never happened—which is a good thing, but deep inside me, there’s this fear that any moment everyone will know what we’ve been doing.

It’s like any minute my world’s gonna shatter in front of me and the fucked up thing was that I’m afraid of it but I’ve also been wanting for it to be done and get over with so that Paige and I could move forward just as how if things would actually go well with our way—which I knew damn well it won’t.

Today’s plan with the Turners was to have me with Ellis and Sadie to check on the cabin while my wife, Olive, and Paige would be doing the store runs.

Tavern Slut For A Massive Stud [M/F] (Part 2)

[Please read part 1 before this]

The whore had started suckling on his massive cock to make it all nice and hard, and wet with her saliva. She really needed to do that just because of the sheer size of it. She would also never know what hole he’d pick.

She got on the bed, on all fours and teased the hunk by wiggling around her perfect butt cheeks. The man was horny enough to straight away get behind her and to hold her by her lovely, curvy hips. His cock rested between her butt and its tip almost reached her lower back.

“So, you’re the finest whore around these parts. Let us see what you have to offer,” the man said and pushed the tip of his cock inside of her tight little cunt. He could now tell why they call her the finest.

She gasped, and moaned, and whimpered, all at the same time. But then, she pushed herself backwards to have all of his cock inside of her. She screamed, both in pain and pleasure. She’d never had such a stud before.

[M+F] We asked a stranger to watch – Part 1

This is my first submission and my first time writing anything like this, so please be kind if I don’t quite have it down yet. More to come.

I often think about the things we’d do together if we had the time. I picture us alone in another city somewhere, far away from anything or anyone we know. A private weekend away, where we can let go of our inhibitions and indulge our darker selves.

You know I think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet and I’ve often fantasized about showing you off. What we have and the way we are together, lover… that’s not normal for most people. The intensity is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. We both know it’s genuine and not a performance, but the exhibitionist in me wants to put you on display.

I see you as this sexual goddess. I want you to see that look, that hunger in someone else’s eyes and understand how desirable you are.

I made some arrangements when we were checking in. I noticed the hotel clerk eyeing your cleavage, so I told you I needed to make a call and to head up to the room without me. Then I pulled him aside and asked if he liked what he saw.

Erotic Transference: Seducing My Therapist [PART ONE] [MF] [TABOO] [SEDUCTION]

I take a deep breath and knock.

Grant opens the door and gestures toward the elegant camel sofa. Soft winter sunlight filters through the frosted windowpane. A fragrant evergreen adorned with warm white lights glows in the corner where the tall floor lamp once stood.

“Welcome back,” he says, as we settle in across from one another—me on the sofa, him in his cognac leather armchair, legs crossed.

“Thanks,” I reply, already damp and distracted.

Grant is the epitome of polished masculinity. He keeps his dark, thick beard trimmed short and his chestnut waves carefully combed to the side with a precise part. Today he’s wearing taupe tapered slacks, immaculately pressed (as usual), with his mahogany leather boots. His deep burgundy sweater hugs his broad chest and accentuates his prominent biceps.

I lean back and slowly run my fingers across the soft, plush velvet. I wonder if a woman had chosen the decor. A quick, irrational pang of jealousy jolts through me.

“So how are things going?” he asks, with an air of formality.