Several erotic fiction hosts explicitly ban having characters under 18, but will straight up have a non-consent CATEGORY. This seems pretty crazy to me. Anyone have any insight? The phenomenon goes beyond sex fiction in a way, for example, search engines will often ask you to report suspected under 18 porn, but never mention reporting suspected adult-aged rape/coercion.
Category: eroticliterature
Wet and Steamy Punishment for the cute Voyeur at the Spa [F/M] [First Solo then Gangbang, Spa]
tags: spa resort/swimming pool, (not in detail described gangbang at the end, voyeurism, exhibitionism , getting caught, being chased and pinned down, bondage, showers, humilation, dom/sub dynamic, hunter/prey dynamic, primal, bukkake, cumfetish, cumslut, all characters are adult(of course)
its late at night, the horny attacked me, and this is one of my biggest and oldest fantasies. enjoy!
Note: This has no safeword or introduction talk, which is a must in reallife bdsm, as this is clearly fiction please treat it as such. This story is no realistic potrayal of how bdsm should be practiced accurately.
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She had a membership card of the nearby spa resorts. They had a big variety of things to offer. Pools, whirpools, closed off private sections to book, two saunas, luxurious looking showers… People would ask her why she spent so much of her money on this. The simple answer was, that she had a huge fetish bound to warm water and spas… just sitting in the hut tubs made her pussy melt. And what made all of this even better was, that most of the men that visited this place were real eye candy…. Especially that one group of buff guys from the local swimming sports team that rented the whole place on every sunday for themselves. Whenever she encountered them, which unfortunately wasn’t very often, she would fantasize about just sneaking in one day and spying on them.
Back To His Roots: Chapter 8
Haskill placed the phone receiver down calmly and took a deep breath before standing from his chair abruptly, flinging a stack of papers across the floor of the dank office. He paced the floor repeatedly, muttering to himself.
“Wiped off the map? Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted.
Somewhere in his ramblings, his brain tweaked and an idea came to him. His plan would be a two pronged approach, but first he needed the manpower to do the job. He crossed the room and placed his pudgy hand on the phone receiver and speed dialled an unmarked number on his phone. It rang.
“Goulburn Correctional Facility.” the voice answered.
“It’s Haskill, Queanbeyan Country Racing.” he replied.
“Transferring you now.” they answered.
The phone beeped as the lines connected and it wasn’t long until Haskill heard a familiar voice.
“Special services. How can I help you.” the female answered.
“It’s Haskill. I need some bodies for a job.” he explained.
“Again? You only got one recently.” she replied.
“Yes and they uncovered some very important information for me. Now I need four more capable bodies to finish the job.” he said.
“FOUR!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, four. I want two for muscle, someone with a history in explosives, and a tech person.” he said.
She sighed down the phone line, the hairs on Haskill’s neck stood on end.
“Okay. I’ll make it happen. Wire the money and no more for the rest of the year.” she explained.
Haskill grinned like a chubby chipmunk, knowing that the end of the year was mere months away, but he dare not say a word.
“Okay. Send them to the usual location. Thank you.” he said, hanging the phone up.
He walked back to his chair and sat down, belting out a hearty laugh.
“See you soon Drew.” he chuckled.
experience in my mirror
Nothing like a good shower before sleeping … but also nothing like masturbating me on my bed in front of the mirror watching my fingers touch my lips and fluids wet everything. Enter slowly and fast, soft and strong .. My week has been like this every day and I like it. I do not want to look sick for masturbating daily. It will happen to me when I get a boyfriend I know yes. I hope it’s soon
Back To His Roots: Chapter 7
“Looks like they’re pulling over. Permission to engage?” the voice asked.
“No. Just monitor for now. The timing needs to be right. Use the directional microphone and listen in.” the male voice directed through the crackling headset.
The figure leant back and grabbed a gun-shaped device and pointed it discretely over the steering wheel of their car, popping in an earbud and connecting it to the gadget.
“Listening in now.” they said.
Bree swung open the car door and Jake crossed the yard to survey the house; a small home surrounded by much larger houses. His first impression was immediately one of claustrophobia with such big homes stretching above the small house.
“We might as well give it a look.” Jake said dejectedly.
Bree, picking up on Jakes tone, looped her arm through his.
“Come on. Maybe it’s bigger than it looks.” she winked, patting him on his firm rump.
The two disappeared into the house, while their uninvited guest patiently awaited their return, listening in with their device.
Lactating my sister [M/F]
“OMG I can’t believe she can already walk!” Harsha exclaims excited as soon as he sees his sister’s daughter Lasya.
He quickly takes her into his arms and make faces just to play with her. His sister, Saritha and her husband smile and just walk inside the house while Harsha’s dad takes the luggage inside and their mom receives them in a comforting way. All of them settle on couch and the house if filled with happiness at once because of their arrival. After Saritha’s marriage, they moved to another city and they visit her mom’s place once in a year during summer or so. Her husband does exports business, so he would be having work without any regular timings and the whole week too. The last time she came home was when she was pregnant, with lasya inside her and it’s been 2 years already since Lasya was born.
[FM] Free to Serve: Chapter 7
Brett said I had to go to school, but he didn’t say anything about having to go to class. I found a quiet corner in the library and fell asleep. I let one of my textbooks lean across my chest, so it looked like I had simply fallen asleep studying if somebody I knew recognized me. Fortunately, that wasn’t a bridge I had to cross.
After the nap, I walked back to my apartment. The sun was out and soothed the bite of the cool autumn breeze. My head felt much more clear. While I still knew what was happening to me was very wrong, I tried to look at the situation logically. Under different circumstances, I would probably have slept with Brett anyway. If he was just some cute guy who offered to buy me a drink at the bar, there is no way I wouldn’t have turned it down. Other than finding out that he was a misogynistic asshole, what was really so different about our current situation? Instead of a cheap, $3 drink, I was getting to stay in a $2500 apartment rent-free.
The War under the London fog a soldiers tale [M4F]
the year is 1941 as America has just entered the second world war after the bombings on pearl harbor the story follows a young private tasked with helping war prisoners in germany and italy as he is trapped in a now occupied france trying to make it to london along the way he meets women men and romance ensued with some of them all while being hunted by a mysterious figure in the shadows a spy from germany what will happen to our young hero what will happen to the world dm me to find out
Help me with my writing. (Trigger warning)
Just to be transparent, in this scene the character is thinking about a potential rape. Its not overly graphic, and fairly brief. But its there, so be warned.
Edit: the main character also mentions a “kid.” The “kid” is 18. Hes being called a kid because of the age difference between the two characters.
I’m attempting to write an erotic story. And have some basic ideas so far. The story is in the third person, but im having some trouble depicting internal dialog of my character. I can’t decide if he should be thinking in first person (as if her were speaking). Or if I should be writing it as if it was an action. I have posted an excerpt below.
Massaging the Math Tutor (part 4A) [F4M] [femdom] [non-consent]
This is longer than what I typically write, so I had to split it into two parts (A and B) to fit it on here. If you’re new to my stuff, this is just a fantasy erotica story about a guy being manipulated into sex. I tried to keep it fairly vanilla but with a touch of spice. Not sure what I’ll work on next, but if you’re interested in reading the previous stories or anything else I write, just check out my profile. Some of that stuff is darker and involves different sexual orientations, but if you’re looking for something similar to this, maybe check out my IT Guy series. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!!
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A couple weeks later, the funeral was held for Professor Stephens, my all too recent math tutoring supervisor.
Katy and her brother Mike, now my former friend, showed up as well, as did Mike’s girlfriend, Erika Valentine.
I made a concerted effort to avoid the three of them and was mostly successful until the funeral was wrapping up.
But then, Mike himself cornered me, his sister and girlfriend in tow.