You are just a fuck toy under daddy’s table!

You are wearing a thong and a dog collar. Your ass hole is stuffed with a but plug. I am working from home taking meetings but under the table I am not wearing pants. I asked you to crawl to me and sit under my table with your mouth open. I will put my dick in your mouth, you need to suck it like a good girl.

But, you can not make any noise because I am working and taking meetings.

Just suck it like a good girl, I will push it deep in your throat, sometimes while working I will hold your head and push it hard and fuck your throat. I will spit on your face, slap you sometimes, but the rule is that you can’t use your hands (probably tie your hands or handcuff you from behind) and take daddy’s dick out of your mouth. But before you open your mouth wide to suck my dick, I want to spit in your mouth. I will spit in your mouth, do not swallow my spit, accumulate my spit and your saliva in your mouth. I will put my hands in your mouth and make you gag on my hands, I will rub your drool on your face and spit on your eyes and nose.

Jennifer, The Big Bush Nudist – ( F em Exhib/Softcore/Lewd/Situational) – Pt. 2/10

**Chapter 6:Moving to Town: Aunt Cindy and Uncle Joe’s**

Her parents rent a small van, and plan to drive Jennifer down to her aunt and uncles house along with her things; they would stay the weekend before heading back home. She was glad now, as when she went places – she could go naked without any trouble. As she left the house with her parents, she held only her phone in her hand as she waited for one of them to lock the front door behind them. She rejected the suggestion from one of her parents to wear shoes as she stated “I’m just going to go barefoot.” As they began to walk to the car the naked and barefoot Jen enthusiastically stepped quickly ahead of both her mothers as she opened each of their doors for them. She bowed as she held her arms as if to invite them into a limousine, and she was the personal driver. She then jumped in the backseat and fasten her seatbelt, careful not to catch the buckle in her bush. She liked the way the backseat of this van felt on her bare buttocks as she took in each moment of the trip with her parents; her first time with them out and about as an official nudist. She wasn’t anxious at all, but she was naively indifferent to things already… to her being naked, wasn’t “being naked,” it was just- another day… So, rather than the rush of exposure, or the after thoughts of embarrassment, this whole ordeal was almost as if she’d gotten a chore done on a to-do list, a minor hassle she got out of the way; not a life changing major decision unheard of to anyone. All because of her fairly sheltered upbringing, she seemed to not even conceive of being embarrassed of her nudity. She chatted with her parents casually from the backseat without a worry. No other drivers on the road seemed to notice the naked girl behind the tinted windows of her parents Van as they drove.

Katey needs help sleeping [F] [maturbation]

Just gone out on my own doing erotica commissions after working with someone collaboratively for a year. This one is an example of a quick straight to the point story. Let me know what you think!

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The Frustration of insomnia… You try to turn off your mind, turn off your body. Nothing works. Nothing. Fucking. Works.

Katey stares at the ceiling focusing on her breathing, desperate to sleep. She turns her head to face her bedside table. The clock taunts her. 3:12am. “Fuck” she groans to herself.

Katey swivels her head to face her sleeping boyfriend. He’s lying on his back blissfully unaware of her predicament. 

“Bastard can sleep through a fucking car wreck” she mutters.

“Maybe I can try the “thing” she thinks to herself. With that she reaches her hand down under the covers. It glides softly down over her chest, past her belly button and wriggles it’s way into the waistband on her panties. 

Concentrating, she pictures her boyfriend Tom between her legs. She imagines him slowly sliding his tongue up her slit, savouring the taste of her sex. With this image she begins to tease her index finger in circles around her clit. 

In the Nest with Christie–Chapter Five [m/f] [stepbrother/stepsister] [exhibitionism/voyeurism]

CHAPTER FIVE

[Previous](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/shnq1r/in_the_nest_with_christiechapter_four/)

I swear to God I don’t have a foot fetish. Yet, once again, Christie’s feet had coaxed pre-cum from my cock. I was worried it would seep through the light-colored fabric of my pants. So, as Therese and my dad entered the kitchen, I lurched away from Christie to keep the island between their eyes and my crotch.

The sudden movement startled Therese, who darted her eyes to me, then Christie, then back to me.

“Mom,” Christie said, “I am so, *so* sorry about church. I slept in late, and—”

Therese cut her off. *“Where’s Aaron?”* Though addressing her daughter, she glared at me, like maybe I’d offed the guy.

Christie was halfway off the stool, no doubt intending to greet Therese with a hug, but she stiffened at her mother’s brusque tone. After a pause, she resumed her perch, swiveling to turn away from Therese and fill another pastry. “You mean the boy with the arrogant smile who shares vulgar memes and has a friend list full of degenerates? I broke up with him. Aren’t you happy?”

Therese tossed her purse on the table and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t call his friends *degenerates*. For Heaven’s sake, I’ve never even met him.”

Femdom: Hot Older Girl From The Bar [MF]

I used to think that I was a dominant, even though I had only been in a couple vanilla relationships. I was there, my partners were there, naked, kissing, cuddling and barely fucking. I didn’t know what was happening with me. Of course I was turned on by naked women, but I wasn’t really enjoying most of it. I wasn’t until I came across a very strange lady at the bar.

I was 19, which is a legal age where I’m from, as I was approached by an older lady. I never knew her age, but I would guess her to be in her late 20s.

She walked towards me and grabbed a seat on the stool next to me. I didn’t know what to say, or do. I was never approached by someone before. It was obvious she sat next to me. There were plenty of empty seats around.

“What are you doing all alone?” she asked, and I told her that I was of the legal age. She smirked.

“Oh, are you?” she said whilst trying to sound unenthusiastic.

A Springtime Hike [MF]

I step out of my car and readjust my clothes for a little longer than necessary. I can’t help but feel nervous given how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other. I’m busy tying my shoelace, foot on my car bumper, when you sneak up behind me and say hi, startling me. You have a way of making me feel like an awkward teenager again. When our eyes meet, any doubt or hesitation I had instantly fades away.

We quickly start our hike. There are people around us so we make small talk about the weather and work. It’s hard to believe you’re the same person I’ve spent so much time having dirty chats with, the only reminder being the way your eyes occasionally wander over my body. I can’t help focusing my attention on your mouth, imagining how it will feel on my body. I’m not usually the type to play damsel in distress, but I seize every opportunity to hold your hand over difficult terrain, craving your touch. I blush whenever your hand touches the small of my back, which doesn’t go unnoticed and seems to amuse you.

A Wet Dream on Elm Street, Pt. 1 [M/F, Cunnilingus/Oral, Dream Sex]

**The Prologue**

Springwood was a typical, middle-America college town: blooming to life in the fall, before resting quietly each summer as the students disbursed back home again. It was a place with four firm seasons, cleanly delineated across the year. So, as school began in September, autumn began to take hold. It was around this time that whispers could be heard—swirling around the campus —about local legends.

Springwood was richly-steeped in folklore. It was an early settlement, and it carried the weight of time in its tales of strangeness and witchcraft. But Norman Price’s tale was decidedly modern. It was an urban legend that was uniquely wed to Springwood College. He was said to have been a campus employee, his occupation often changing to match whatever gaggle of students did the telling.

Sometimes he was a mechanic, who worked on the school’s old boilers and furnaces. Other times, a gardener, who landscaped the vast grounds. This year, he assumed the position of custodian, primarily working after hours. It was said that he was something of a voyeur, a pervert. He would skulk around the women’s locker rooms—in the gym, near the pool, after volleyball practice—and catch every glimpse he could of the fine, young bodies that washed through. According to the tale, he even drilled a hole in the tile wall of the showers, giving him a prime avenue for spying from a space that ran between the walls.

Jennifer, The Big Bush Nudist – ( F em Exhib/Softcore/Lewd/Situational) – Pt. 1/10

**Chapter 1: Nothing New, Jennifer’s Nude…**

“Jenny! Please put some towels down before you masturbate and squirt all over this rental van!” Jennifer’s mom scolds to her daughter, looking back through the rearview mirror. Jennifer Scott sits with her leg’s spread wide, twisting her locks of pubic tufts into dreadlocks… rolling her eyes at her mother as she sprawls out in the back row of seats.

“It’s all good, it’s her birthday- cut her some slack!” Jen’s dad says to lighten the mood, and to also get back to the radio as his wife had interrupted the song he was

“I’m just playing with my pubes, mom!” Besides, I’m trying to be ready for when we get to Uncle Joe and Aunt Cindy’s!” says Jennifer as she continues to twist and style her wild hair below.

[M4A Playing Herm ] Constructing an Amazing World! (Discord Only)

Hiya, Cowbee here again today!

Let me get one thing out of the way. I’ll only being roleplaying with 18+ individual’s, as there are NSFW theme’s which I wanna incorporate, including that you must write in third person as well, and be capable of writing at least two paragraph’s, so be literate. Beyond all that however..

I’ll be straight forward and simple with my request, I’m looking to create a roleplay that focuses more on the story, while still having plenty of the erotic stuff to delve into and explore.

What I’m looking for in this roleplay is adventure, fighting, an interesting dynamics and much more! I expect this RP to be long term, and would like to keep in touch with said partner as I wouldn’t obviously wanted to be ghosted as I understand we all have lives outside of the realm of RP, it’d be grateful if you were to tell ahead of time.

Now, to get more into the NSFW side of things cause obviously, who doesn’t wanna write a little bit of erotic stuff? I typically lean towards being drawn toward Hermaphrodite / Intersex OC’s, specifically feminine looking & identifying, aka Futanari’s. If NSFW material is being written, I also typically favor those who can do both sides of the coin, aka being a switch in the bed-room and what not.

[F4F/M] [dreamy] [oral] [female orgasm]

I woke up hungry for you… Remnants of a dream still playing in my mind, I kept my eyes closed, trying to make the dream stay with me. You were sitting at the piano, playing for me while I reclined on your velvet couch wearing nothing but a smile. It’s not often that I dream about you but when I do, I wake up dripping wet and can feel myself throbbing… and pulsing.
Wanting to make the dream linger, I bury my head in my pillow blocking out the early morning light. I conjure up the sound of your voice, rich and sweet, and melt back into my subconscious with you. You get up from the piano but keep singing to me… your voice so low it’s almost a whisper. Your breath on my neck sends goosebumps across my naked skin, electrifying me – arousing my deep desire to be consumed.

[listen here:](https://open.spotify.com/episode/69vH6KeMRsCXmulOn08S7P?si=NEFRjD5jRbCxLG-vd5Bu8g)