For some background, I had been posting on various subreddits for a consensual blackmail dynamic. If you’re not familiar with that, it’s a similar concept of rape play. Except instead of rape, I have compromising photos and videos of you and use that to threaten you to do anything I want. A blackmail dynamic is a lot more psychological because it uses fear and anxiety to push you through your limits. You’re essentially turning over any control and power over to a complete stranger in the hopes that they will honor your safe word. It’s like picking up a dog from the pound. You might find that special something you’ve been missing all this time and it’s exactly what you needed, or you might leave for work and come home to your house completely trashed. Except the house is your life.
Category: eroticliterature
Joana’s Massage
Let me start by saying, never in a million years did I think this would ever happen. But it did. And I’ll never forget it.
I grew up with Joana, we went to middle school together. We’re not really friends but we’ve gotten to know each other by just seeing each other around. Saying hi here and there, occasionally getting stuck in the same group project, you get the picture. Joana is an overachiever, straight a’s for as long as I’ve known her and I’m about as average as one can get, in every sense of the word.
I’d always found Joana attractive. She’s got long straight brown hair, though sometimes she curls it. Brown eyes, a gorgeous smile and a fantastic body. Her breasts aren’t the biggest I’ve ever seen but they’re so round and full. And her ass in a pair of jeans is the ultimate head turner.
Anyway, that brings me to my story. Joana and I once again found ourselves working together, this time in college. We were in the same lab and had to put the finishing touches on our report. Well, in her opinion at least. In my eyes it was done, but she insisted on reading it through together one last time to catch any typos. “Please Andrew it won’t take long” she insisted. “Fine” I said begrudgingly. It was easier not to push back, Joana has always been very persistent.
Help finding an author
There’s this one author I remember liking a lot, but I read all of their stories in one night and never remembered their name, i believe they were either an Ao3 or Fanfiction.net writer.
They wrote almost exclusively one shots, and I remember one story involving a guy almost getting caught getting pegged by his mom (the mom wasn’t pegging him, his mom walked in on him getting pegged) and another story involving a guy getting gangbanged (by girls) in a car.
Mommy’s gonna take care of you. [mommy kink] [baby boy] [good boy] [affectionate] [praises] [hand job]
Rainy Saturday mornings are the best. I woke up before you did, so I went downstairs to fix myself some coffee, then sat at the sofa beside the big window, looking out to our backyard, just watching the rain in silence. I was lost in thoughts, and the next thing I know, you had come downstairs too. With your sleepy eyes, bed hair, and nothing but your boxers, you put a smile on my face.
“Morning,” you muttered, and joined me at the sofa.
Quickly you scooted a bit further so you could lay your head on my lap, which I gladly allowed. I caressed your hair and kissed your forehead softly, making you sigh in peace and close your eyes.
“Aren’t you cold, darling?“ I asked, since you’re only wearing your boxers.
“Nuh uh, I feel warm and fuzzy whenever I’m with you.”
I smiled at that. “What a cheesy line,” I teased, and you chuckled. “Well I guess I’ll make sure you do feel warm and fuzzy.”
[MF] [Interr] Dr. S and Patient X – Part Two
Thank you to everyone who glanced at part one of my story I posted yesterday. Below is part two; as always, I’m open to any comments or suggestions to make these stories more fun to read!
I get up to the door, and knocking softly while I put my other hand to the cold knob, turn it and start to open and step in. “Hello, Mr. Smith, and thank you for coming back to see me today”; my legs were already quivering as I entered the room, remembering how they were wrapped around him – my patient – just a few days ago. I was nervous wondering if he shared the same memory and expectations when he stepped back into the office after last time. Do I bring it up, or play it cool, or happen to brush over his groin while I am doing my exam? I don’t want to come off as desperate or seem to eager, so I’ll play the part of professional doctor…for now.
An Early Rendezvous (M/F)
It’s 5:00 in the morning,and I am wide awake. It was a busy day yesterday, I was exhausted by 8:00, and I fell asleep early. I can’t remember any erotic dreams, so I am happily puzzled why I awoke with a throbbing erection. For a minute, I think of maybe stroking myself while looking at some pictures of you, but then I decide the real thing would be much better.
So I slip on my shorts, grab my keys, and make my way to your place. Luckily, it is still dark and most people are asleep, because I have a noticeable bulge in my shorts.
Quietly, I let myself into your place, slowly walk into your room, and find you just as I had hoped: lying on your side, under a sheet, and still peacefully asleep. So I silently take off my shorts and shirt, and slide under the sheet to join you.
As I spoon you and do my best to flatten my erection against your amazing ass, you stir and let out a nearly silent groan, but I whisper to just lie there and relax. As I nuzzle into your neck, I tell you it’s a Saturday morning and I just want to enjoy you.
(MF) Then you wake with a start [Mdom] [Fsub] [non-con] [sex slave] [violent] [BDSM] [scifi] [anal]
Then you wake with a start.
With biologicals their beginnings are slow, watery affairs, where light and sound gently caress barely formed sensory organs and stimulate a nascent nervous system. They have weeks or months to awaken, soft flows of electricity enlightening tightly clustered synapses.
For you it’s completely sudden, utterly bright and stern and he drags you out your box and strikes you, hard, on the ass, with a large wooden paddle. You groan compulsively, computing precisely the amount of force he applied and knowing his exact mood, you moan.
You sink down, your cheek on the floor and turn your head a little as he talks to you. God he’s so handsome, his beautiful beard and his full figure, he carries it so well. And that voice, it’s like honey in your ears, so perfect, smooth, manly. A big wave of pleasure rolls through you and over you as he commands you. “Yes sir,” you manage to slur out of your mouth in a haze of pleasure and brain chemicals and love, “anything for you.”
The drunk intern p.1
I’m a new intern at your firm. You know girls like me, thriving to succeed, craving it even, little brats who are fierce to get what they want. You’re staying late in the office, working on one last project before calling it a night. You’re alone there, typing away on your keyboard in the quiet office. Suddenly, you hear the door opening and closing and hesitating footsteps.
“Hello?” you say. “Is someone there?”
You get out of your office and look around. You hear muffled sounds and a quiet “shit” being whispered. You turn around and see me on my knees, trying to hide from you behind one of the columns.
You walk toward me and hear my drunk giggles. I’m laying on the floor, my dress barely covering my panties. My bag is next to me and I try to get up but my body refuses to respond.
“Well, what do we have here?”
You sit right next to me as I look at you.
“I f- forgot my pho-o-o-ne.” I sputter, my breath smells of tequila.
The worthless wife [F][humil]
*Sorry, this one is not very happy, I was not in the best mood when I write it :(*
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Her vision blurred as she chopped vegetables for that night’s dinner. She had known for some time that her husband didn’t respect her much any more, but before last night she never knew just how *little* he thought of her.
They’d met ten years ago in Busan, when she was in her first year of university. He was travelling across Asia, and when his eye caught hers at the nightclub that night it was love at first sight. He was *such* a sweet man, kind, and funny, and their nights in his hostel room were unlike anything she’d ever known before. Or since.
New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 197-199) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 197: Armor Dealer’s Shop? (18+)
“That was fast,” Ember said with a congratulatory grin to Beatrice once the succubus was out of the alley and rejoined her bodyguard. “I’d make a premature ejaculation joke if I didn’t personally hear the bunny girl moan in ecstasy. Did you even bother asking for her name before you creampied her?”
“I thought it better not to spread my name for now,” Beatrice answered.
“Will she also be pregnant?” Ember asked as they resumed their walk through the busy streets.
“No,” Beatrice shook her head. “Maybe if she wanted to… But for now, I don’t want to endanger any more girls until I’ve figured out what the hell is going on in this doomed city. How long until we reach your armor dealer?”