Conjugal visit – a prison BDSM story [M/F]

*A sample from my newest erotic story. Find it on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09M7R73TG*

*Hannah’s marriage has become routine, as has her work life, but it all changes when she is arrested and sent to prison – the prison where her husband works. Despite the harsh conditions inside, where Hannah is forced to wear a collar and is handcuffed most of the day, the experience rekindles the spark between the two spouses.*

*But can Hannah make do with conjugal visits during her sentence? Or will her new-found love for bondage drive her to seek the intense punishments that await unruly prisoners?*

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Diana opened the cell and cuffed my hands behind my back and clicked the leg irons on my ankles. I loved the restrictive feeling of being cuffed this way and had to suppress a smile as I followed her out of the cellblock and through the main area to a small wing of the prison I had not yet seen. After walking through two gates, Diana pushed me through an open door and into a small, windowless room, closing the door behind me.

He “Taught” Me How To Play COD [MF] [Edging]

Snow hits the ground as the wind whips through my coat, taking my breath away. It’s freezing out tonight, making it the perfect occasion to stay in and spend time with him. I run up the front pathway, keeping my feet planted on the ground with each step so I don’t fall. I get to the door and it’s already unlocked, allowing me to turn the knob and walk in. I’m met with a rush of warm air and the smell of cinnamon.

I wipe my boots off on the mat in front of the door before taking my hat and coat off. Everything in his place looks haphazardly pushed against a wall. I laugh while shaking my head at the placement of his coat tree, which is on the other side of the entry way. While attempting to kick off my boots and not get my socks wet, I hear foot steps coming from around the corner.

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot. COMPLETE MALE MANTRA OF SACRED JIZZ

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot.

COMPLETE MALE MANTRA OF SACRED JIZZ (Female version, posted separately.)

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Fantasy of Cock Sucking, Part 1: My Wife Discovers, And Encourages, My Bi Fantasy (MF) (Bi-MM Fantasy) (Cum Play)

It’s amazing to me how a brief off hand comment or fleeting thought can take hold of a person and grow into an obsession. This happened for me and it had led me, an otherwise straight, married, father of two, to become obsessed with idea of sucking a beautiful cock and swallowing its cum. I phrase that obsession carefully, referring specifically to the cock and its cum, not to the man attached to that cock. It could be any man, tall or short, blonde or brunette, slim or husky, black or white, just so long as he has a nice looking cock. I just want to feel that beautiful flesh sliding between my lips and savor the feeling of it depositing its load on my tongue.

How did I get here? It all started recently, just after my wife had finished giving me one hell of a great blowjob. With the remnants of my cum still on her lips, my wife gave a deep kiss, sharing the taste of my cum with me. When I responded eagerly, she offered me her fingers, with a few strands of cum that had escaped her mouth clinging to them, and told me to lick them clean, which I gladly did.

Vacation leads to hotwife experience (MMF)

I preface this story by saying this is a piece of fantasy based on some real live facts. This event did not happen but maybe one day it will. Also this is my first piece of writing something like this.

 
Before we start, I am a 47-year-old male in decent shape, work out daily, 6ft, 190lbs, average sized cock, fun personality. My wife is a super attractive 40 year old that looks way younger. She’s about 5’4, 120lbs, with curves, and lights up the room when she enters with her friendly personality and looks.

 
My wife and I don’t get much time away without our kid and luckily were able to book a resort vacation for a few days in Maui. Typically, we head to the other islands for a few weeks with our kid but decided we needed a little couple time. We were really looking forward to it even if it was only for a few days. As the trip was approaching, I noticed her picking out the swimsuits she was bringing, and they were her usual beach wear (we go to the beach weekly and none of these were a surprise). I told her “Sweetie, you haven’t bought yourself any new swimsuits in a while and we are going to an adult only resort why not get something new and cute”. She agreed and immediately went online and purchased a few pieces. My mind was racing to see what she was going to buy because I love how she looks in a bikini. The way her body moves, her boobs look, and the confidence she has is a real turn on. I decided to be patient and wait til she shows me at the resort.
 

[MF] A Girl’s Night Out

I smile at the bartender as I pass her my credit card to start my tab. It was one of those days today, and I just needed to get out of the house and be some place where I wouldn’t know anyone. I close my eyes as I take a pull from my beer, the cold rye taste filling my mouth as I savor the cold hoppy flavor. Relishing in the release and riding the wave to finally relax after the day’s events. I set the pint down, looking around to take inventory of the bar.

Dim lighting, a nice crisp contemporary feel to it. There is a stage for bands on the weekends, and a large enough dance area that is away from all of the seating. A pleasant contrast for those who want to live it up and those enjoying the music and atmosphere. It is starting to fill up as I finish my review of the bar. I can hear you and your friends coming in, loud and excited for a night out. I absently look up at the muted TV’s, watching nothing as I take another long drink.

The Ritual Part 1 [F/M][Fiction]

It’s a dark and cloudy night, in the middle of a trail I am running all alone on my own, I am 27 years old woman 1.8 meters of height, with pixie black raven hair, fair skin with some small tattoos over my body and a very big one covering my left arm, curvy body well-defined muscles on my arms, legs, and back dressed only in an all white loose tank top and tight yoga pants. I am hiking in a dense forest, it’s not exactly the best place to excited at night , or the safest, but I really like the atmosphere of this place and since all the gyms are closed because of the pandemic, so I am out of options.

But it seems nature don’t want me to work out today, in the first kilometer of my route a heavy rain start to fall, at first I ignore and continue to run but after 400 meters the rain become so intense I have no choice except to turn back, but it’s too late now, water run down the trail with so much violence that it’s take my tennis down with it, barefoot and to far away from any sign of civilization to continue my best opinion is to find higher ground. I go to the trees on the side of the mountain to climb one of them but for my luck I find a cave hidden far away from my trail, it can be a shelter for the rain until thing calm down.

Family holiday [MF]

It’s been a while since we’ve been on a family holiday. I kind of avoided them, preferring to travel internationally by myself, or with a few friends, instead of being stuck with my family. But given all the changes in the last year or so, going on a family holiday may be the only option.

We used to go all the time. Making so many memories, as we packed our bags into the back of our SUV, and drove for the best part of a day to some gorgeous location. I’d usually have to share a room with my step-sister, so we’d both sprint in, trying to dibs the better bed. Even when neither of the bed’s were *better*, I always just liked being in control.

Now a few years later, and she’s 18. We’ve both been home together for the whole COVID thing, but we’ve kept to ourselves, preferring the privacy of our own rooms. So when my step-mom mentioned we’d be going on another family trip, I felt a spur of initial happiness. It quickly dissipated when I realised I’d still be stuck in a house with my family, just in another location.

Fitting room surprise (work of fiction/fantasy)

(I am a freelance short erotica author. I don’t have anything published even though my fans have been asking constantly when I’m going to have it done. Hope you all enjoy.)

It was getting to the point that he got tired of wearing dress pants to work. He decided to go buy some black jeans so he could feel somewhat normal at work.

He went to Walmart and was looking through the jeans. It was difficult for him to find his size. Most stores didn’t sell 34×36 jeans or any pants in that size for that matter. And if they did, they didn’t last long before they were bought up. He wasn’t sure which. But he found the closest he could. He found one pair of 34×34, grabbed them and headed to the fitting room. He had to go find an associate to unlock the door because it always seemed they never had anyone working solely in that department. She came and unlocked the door and let him in.

Home from the nightclub – day 3 [M/F] [inc]

*Hello, everyone. Here is day 3. You can find day 2 [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qvhz46/home_from_the_nightclub_day_2_mf_inc/)*

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Min-ho and Hyeon-jeong staggered into their house, laughing; home after another fruitless evening at another fruitless nightclub. Shoulder to shoulder-ish they stumbled up the stairs, poking at each others ribs or under the arms as they did, laughing at every tickle, each trying to delay the other in order to be the first one up.

“I…*me!*…*I* think I get to shower first!” Hyeon declared, lurching to the top half a step in front of Min. In challenge, Min started towards the bathroom but a flurry of rib-pokes drove him back, laughing.

“Fine!” he said, drunkenly. “*You* go ahead and get the bathroom all wet. *I’m* going to get something to eat.”

While she showered, he picked out his towel and pyjama pants, then went to the kitchen to eat some of the leftover *japchae* left in the fridge by their mother earlier that day before she and their father left for the week with to Incheon to visit their relatives.