Category: eroticliterature

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 83-85) [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.

## 83: Daddy’s Little Princess

“What do you mean ‘not again’!?” the teenager shouted, turning to her father. “You’re the one who keeps bringing me these rejects, daddy! I try and I try, we rehearse and re-read and repeat, and yet this is the result!? Someone can’t even repeat a SINGLE LINE PROPERLY!?”

In fury, the girl launched another wave of electricity at the smoldering corpse, but it did not even move. All the nerves were fried. The body was utterly destroyed.

“Lady Ophelia!” one of the maids—a catgirl with whiskers, pronounced orange fur, and fluffy ears—took a step forward. “You must not talk to our lord like—KYAAAAAAAA~”

The pink-haired girl zapped the catgirl with her electric powers, sending the furry flying several rows of seats backward. Read more »

Your smile lingers in my mind

You are gone, your smile lingers

In my thoughts at random times

Still feel your skin under my fingers

We rode this train till end of line

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The blanket still carries your smell

A stray hair still tickles my nose

It’s your looks on which I dwell

As you fell asleep and rose

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You seemed relaxed amidst the chaos

Seemed to need me needing you

We belonged right where we lay as

My fingers were greeding you

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I can not bring myself to miss you

It hardly feels as if you’re gone

We went and healed each other’s issues

This was a fight that we both won

Flawless Execution [MF] [erotic thriller] [femme fatale]

“Fate was kind to me. Opportunities to bring them to their knees have been exposed every step of the way. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t enjoying the ride.” — u/hcholmeswrites

[https://medium.com/the-greigh-area/flawless-execution-5f620bab2bef](https://medium.com/the-greigh-area/flawless-execution-5f620bab2bef)

[MF]Pool time[countdown][public]

We mess around in out room, but we booked pool and don’t have time. Walk to pool takes forever as we keep stopping and kissing, pushed against wall. Every time you push me against wall, my legs go around your hips. I feel you hard against me. It’s making me crazy. I just want to feel you inside me.

We got lucky and nobody is at pool. Just two of us. Not even guy that usually sits there and watch over things. I say something about it but you just nod. Taking me by my hand you seem impatient. We laugh as we walk to pool, you basically pulling me. Standing at edge I look around still looking for guy to show up. You put your hand on my chin and pull my head so I look up at you. You kiss me until I’m moaning in your mouth. Your hands are roaming my body, I keep trying to push them away, *guy will be here any minute* but there is no point. When you set your mind to something… I finally managed to pull out of your arms and jump in warm pool, surfacing almost on other side, you are second behind me again pushing me to edge. Read more »

A Sub for Dinner, part 2 (MF)

“Please?” She begged. “I NEED IT!”

I loved it when she begged. We’d started this submissive routine together as an experiment and had both grown quite fond of it. I wasn’t sure at first, but she knows that all it takes is a pouty look and one word to get me going.

“No. Not yet,” I said sternly as I tightened the leather strap that bound her wrists together. “I need to make sure you’ve been good first,” attaching the strap to the wooden headboard.

Their first chance encounter was intense and had sparked something between them that they wanted…no, NEEDED to explore with each other. They may live a few hours apart, but that just makes the anticipation of the weekend visits that much better.

“I’ve been REALLY good,” she moaned as my hand felt its way down her naked body. She arched her back as I rubbed between her breasts, pulling on the leather that bound her to the headboard.

“You’ve been good? I don’t think that’s 100% true,” I said, working my hand down between her legs. “I think those pictures you’ve been sending me through the week say otherwise.” Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 32

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*** ***Bella*** ***

“Have you guys noticed?”

Alana is sitting on the couch, browsing through her phone and Roxanne is doing the same. Chris is out in the office and frankly, he’s sorely missed.

“Notice what?’ Alana asked the obvious question.

“All of our pussies are innie pussies.” I declared.

“What? What do you mean?” Alana asked and Roxanne is wearing a stupefied look on her face too.

Idiots, the two of them, and I expected more from Alana. I stood up and took my gym shorts down and pointed at my vagina. The lips, the labia minora, are hidden by the labia majora, the outer lips. So it looks like a thin slit. Mine differs from theirs as a little bit of my pink slit is exposed. Alana’s is about the same, a bit more is exposed but the inner lip is well contained. Roxxy’s, however, is like a literal line going down her crotch with the clit up top, like an “i”.

“Huh… does this mean Chris has a type?” Roxxy wondered as she cocked her head to the side to look at me. Read more »

Lezdom the rich and famous

Recently I (24f) started noticing I seriously hate few famous celebrities who frequently appear in the media.My mind has gotten really dark and i literally have no shame or remorse admitting it. I’d love to see some of those entitled, pathetic bitches really humiliated, dominated and the idea of it gets me off like almost nothing else.Any other girl feels like that? DMs open bitches 😈

I Might Make Him Wait and Watch Every Time [MF] [teasing]

“Cock standing at attention, pointing right at me, pre-cum dripping heavily from his slit. I licked my lips. He looked delicious. I needed more.” – u/hcholmeswrites

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[https://medium.com/sex-stories/i-might-make-him-wait-and-watch-every-time-9a140b63fe5d](https://medium.com/sex-stories/i-might-make-him-wait-and-watch-every-time-9a140b63fe5d)

Let me watch? [MF]

Can I watch you jack off? Stand in front of me while I’m on my knees. I won’t touch, won’t interfere. I just want to watch.

Start slow and slide your hand up and down your shaft as your dick grows and hardens to your touch. Stroke yourself for me. It makes me so wet to watch you pleasure yourself.
Show me how you like it. Do you prefer a light touch or to wrap your full hand around it? What makes you throb?

Slide your other hand over your chest and stomach, down to cradle your balls. Pull on your dick and lightly tug on your balls for me. Keep slowly stroking that delicious cock until a drop of precum appears on the tip. I bite my lip. I want so badly to lick it up but I won’t. I’ll be a good girl and hold back.

Go a little faster, baby. A little more urgency to make you feel good. Let out a moan for me. Watching you is driving me crazy. Move your hips a bit like you’re fucking me. Your head is so nice and swollen now. Jack it harder and faster, please. Feel your orgasm start to rise as you look down at me on my knees, watching and waiting. Your cock swells and your balls tighten, as I lean my head back, offering up my face for your cum. Read more »

I love women in athleisure even if one did almost get me arrested for indecent exposure that time we fucked in a Mall changing room [MF]

I won’t use the M acronym, but hot women and yoga pants are a blessing to the world. This is the story of how being a good uncle led to unexpected places.

It all started when my older sister wanted a break from her toddler – in theory for some relaxation time but more probably to catch up on laundry. I was happy to take the little one for a few hours to fulfill my duties as an uncle.

She suggested a local play centre to get us out of the house. It was the kind of place I’d have loved as a kid: padded walls, trampolines, plastic balls and a lot of noise. My nephew loved it and I was left well below, sipping a takeaway coffee cup and thinking wrongly that parenting mustn’t be that difficult.

Looking around the gathered parents I quickly realised that the joys of the play centre weren’t just for adolescents. I was one of only two men, and this play centre was apparently a gold mine of attractive but exhausted mums wearing athleisure, sipping keep cups and gossiping. Read more »