To Kole, from me (M/F) – fiction, for now (story 3)

Background: I have reconnected with someone and we are both into each other but life has yet to allow us to physically meet up. This and other writings were written for her (submissive) and are being shared with her privately. She suggested posting to Reddit, so here it goes…

The room is dimly lit when you come in. The warm, dim lighting makes your skin glow and it I am already getting hard. You have worn a dress with nothing underneath, like I asked. I take your hand and walk you towards the bed. That is when you see what I prepared for us.

On the bed are the wrist and ankle restraints, a blind fold, massage oil, and a feather tickler. Nervousness creeps into you and fades just as quick because we have built a trust. I move in to kiss you and we hold each other kissing while I drop your dress to the floor. I ask you if you’re ready but I already know the answer.

Meeting Paul’s mum

21 Meeting Paul’s mum 
 
Sue is a lovely Bisexual lady, she at the time this is set lived in her own place, a hard-working girl who was single and had been into the ladies since her teens in collage when one night she got drunk and kissed her roommate. It lead on from there the usual licking pussy’s and sucking nipples and that sort of fun but for her since that first time, she has loved it and it so much she`s had quite a few girlfriends/lovers, but she still loved a nice hard cock now and then. 
She met our hero, Paul and she fell in love …as you do, Paul was a young carpenter who was fit and energetic, lived in a remote ex-farmhouse and who had been sleeping with his own mother…the lovely Margaret for some years, (Their story is my No20 young Pauls virginity) Paul standing in for his father who had died some years previously. It is as told by Sue herself.
 
 
Paul decided that he wanted me to meet his mother, we had been going out a short while and slowly we had become serious. When he was sure of me and me of him, he had explained he lived with his mother and wouldn’t leave her alone, and I in turn had explained about my sexuality, so we each had no illusions.
 He decided that he wanted me to meet his mother, to gain her approval and then to have me live with him out at their home.
So, on the appointed evening, I drove myself out to the place I had brought some flowers for Margret to break any ice there might be but I found I was very nervous, going out to meet this lady whom I had only ever heard about.
 On the doorstep by kissing me Paul put me at ease like he does, saying he was itching to “show me off to his mum, me being his choice from the world!”
He led me inside the old farmhouse and introduced me to Margret and I rather nervously gave her the flowers and she said with a gentle smile, “thank you” and that “I was very kind” and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
     My first impression were she was a lovely lady very kind and considerate.
We were soon sat chatting as you do firstly at the kitchen table and as the night went on, after we had helped with the washing up, in the sitting room, where I caught her, a few times looking me up and down, hungrily glancing at my legs. especially I noticed, as I had quite flouncy dress on, and it came to above my knees.
   It was a low topped dress too, and she spent a lot of time checking out my breasts as well, I have fairly big breasts, and I had the impression she was liking what she could see in a sensuous sort of way.
I had by then had a number of women lovers, and could read the signs, I knew she was showing all the signs of wanting me for herself as she was fidgeting in her seat as if she was uncomfortable.
She excused herself for the toilet, and Paul kissed me while she was gone, asking, “if I liked his mother, and if I thought she liked me?”  I replied, “that it was so far so good!” and just then she returned still dressed the same outwardly, She, had a gorgeous flowery summer dress on and that was low topped as well and I could see she was now braless under the thin dress. Paul appeared oblivious of that, but by then had his arm around me as we sat on the sofa together opposite his Mum in her rocker.
 The dress only came to her knees, and I noticed her legs were in crossed and slightly apart!
We were chatting away, and Margret was still eying me up and down as we were chatting as you do about this that and the other, generally putting the world to rights and getting an idea of each-others beliefs, thoughts, and foibles.
Margaret’s legs were getting wider, and I could see her she had no knickers on, Paul was oblivious to it all as he was looking at me and back at Margret as we were chatting perhaps, he was used to her not wearing underwear, I just don’t know.
   Personally, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing odd glimpses of her vagina and her big sex lips came in sight now and again. It was now me that was the one staring at her vagina, realising it was gorgeous, you see I love big lips on a woman, I just love sucking on them!
As I was staring, she caught me looking at her vagina and she smiled a knowing smile as I looked away, all embarrassed!
I asked paul were the toilet was had he directed me to it.
    I got in the toilet and pulled my knickers down to find both them and my sex were really wet… she had managed to turn me on without even a touch!
   I put my finger through my slot and tasted my wetness amazed at this turn of events… I had a pee and wiped myself dry and went back down, amazed at myself.
I went into the kitchen just as Margret was making another pot of tea, she just smiled at me without comment as I went through the room and sat back down with Paul who said, “Was I ok?” I smiled and said, “I was fine!” and he kissed me contentedly before Margret came back into the room and sat with her legs crossed this time. We chatted some more, and this time I realy checked her out! She had a nice set of breasts they were large full and looked firm, all topped off stiff nipples and with a welcoming smile!
    We chatted some more, and it was soon time to go, I said, “thank you for lovely evening meal and how it was nice to meet you!”
Margret said “it was so very nice to meet you, especially as Paul had told me all about you, then she gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Paul walked me out to the car and asked, “how did I feel now?” I told him, “I felt so very relaxed” and that “I liked his mum no end!” we kissed, and then I got in my car and went home.
 
It was at our next date at the next weekend that Paul told me all about him and his mum and how she brought him up, and he told me all the things they got up to and how Margret and he had been having sex together for a number of years!
Wow I was shocked to say the least I didn’t know what to make of it, in fact it actually took me a few days to let it realy sink in!
   Deep down though I knew that living in the back of beyond it was one of those things that does happen, and I knew of mother-son incest does happen especially under the guise of sex education, at least to start.
   Anyway, partly as he had asked me a week ago, I thought long and hard about this unique situation, as I had fallen so madly in love with Paul, I decided to move in with them, despite the sexual thing between them and especially as Margaret was so strangely attractive to me!
    So I arranged to meet up with paul at the local pub and told him yes I will move in with them but  only if his mum would have me and not be jealous of us together.
He was over the moon. He said, “it was Margaret that had ask him if I wanted to move in with them!” Wow I was shocked that she had read our situation and had asked him.   
   I said we need to chat privately, so we went outside and sat in my car.
   I said to him, how is this going to work will you be still wanting to sleep with Margaret or what?  Paul replied, “that it had been a hot topic during this week they had talked about all the aspects of Paul taking me as his partner and Margret had suggested that as she didn’t want to lose his sexual attentions completely that she ‘share him,’ if only for one night a week, or perhaps even the whole weekend, me and Paul sleeping together Monday to Friday nights then Paul going with Margaret a while on each weekend!” I was unsure how I would feel about that at first, but I said, “ok let’s give it a go!” as I knew he has been sleeping with Margaret since he was 16 after he lost his virginity to her, and it might cause problems for them both just to break off completely. We chatted some more about more mundane things like my house and then went on our separate ways. 
I then had a lot to do selling the house and sort furniture out and clothes two months had past, visiting occasionally and having Paul stay for odd nights.  I soon had sold the house, and it was time to move out and into a new life together I was looking forward to it but was still unsure about the sleeping arrangement’s though I knew that only time would tell. So, the moving weekend came, and I was all moved in by the Sunday night!
Now Paul did slept with me on the Sunday night which I was glad of really as a welcome home. So a few months had passed and things were going great, I got quite used to Paul being with Margaret each weekend and me having the bed to myself, we became a happy trio, sharing him, and living together quite amicably!  

A puppet in the hands of your owner [M/f][D/s]

The foundations of every good session/scene rely on the atmosphere created for it. This means each one has a unique composition, catering to everyone involved while being dictated by the one in charge of it. This, in my opinion, is the most difficult skill to master.

The roots of a good atmosphere start in the attention to detail long before anything is acted upon. This consists of a deep and intimate understanding of your partner. Not only does this require communication but an ability to read the subtle hints she gives off; some of which she might not even be fully aware of. A reminder that it’s one thing to have her share her needs with you, and another to make her feel like you know her better than herself, and thus, command her desires. A toy in the hands of her master.

Your environment, what you wear, and the toys you use are not what dictates the feeling you’re attempting to portray. The ability to step back, withhold your desires, and act in a calculated manner is invaluable. This gives you the advantage of both heightening her needs, while temporarily denying her need to satisfy you, which only pushes a submissive further.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend (Part 5) [MF]

A look of fear crossed both of our faces. Hazel hurriedly threw on her old crop top and pointed towards the bathroom.

“There should be a towel there, quickly throw it to me,” she gasped, the stress of the situation clearly getting to her. “And then once you’re there, stay there and don’t make a sound.”

I nodded and got her the towel, before running into the bathroom and closing the door until there was a small crack for me to look through.

I listened through the wall as Hazel picked up the phone, the cum now wiped off her face. Her pants were still on the floor, so she likely didn’t have enough time to put them on.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Hazel asked sweetly, angling the camera so only her face was visible.

“My meeting ended early, so they’re giving us the day off. I’m on my way home right now, but I just wanted to ask, do you need anything from the store? I’m passing by it on my way and I can stop over and grab something.”

Hazel breathed a sigh of relief. “Wait actually, I think we need some more body wash. I remember the bottle being near-empty yesterday.”

A wet pussy requirements a hard rooster to break her

I’m going through a separation following a 4-year relationship and despite the fact that I’m enduring, after such a lot of time in which I had intercourse consistently, it’s hard now not to do it any longer. I turned out to be exceptionally horny and said I was coming in, perhaps somebody can assist me with getting off. I can hardly wait to meet different folks and see what different cockerels resemble. I’m interested how different folks cum and what sort of fixations and sexual propensities they have.

Characters having traits that portray real life problems – therapeutic or harmful?

ACTUAL QUESTION – NOT A STORY!

I realized anytime I tried writing erotica, the main character is pretty rejective. Throughout my life I’ve always had issues with rejection. Mainly with having crushes for the wrong people – who made fun of me. At this point I fear my friends could turn away from me any moment. It’s just something that’s always there. Not a major issue, but present.

Now I just thought of writing another erotica, and the first scenario is the female character asking the male character on a date and getting rejected, but the guy making a compromise and they start fwb which is kind of abusive. All my erotica looks like it.

But it also shows loss of control. And I heard that people who have a need to be in control of everything, will have a great relief if they give up their control in bed.

So what do you guys think? Is writing this kind of erotica something that can be therapeutic, or should I rather stop since it’s harmful?

Yours (M/F)

He pushes her on the bed, taking her hands and guiding them above her head.

As his mouth closes around her nipple a loud moan escapes her lips. The weight of his body pushing into her, his tongue exploring her breasts.

She’s squirming and breathing heavy. Her hips start to move up and down, silently begging for his cock.

A strong hand trails down to her lace panties, pushing them aside, exposing her wet lips. Her heart’s beating like crazy, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

He slips one finger inside of her, making her gasp for air. His warm breath in her neck “I love how wet you get for me, babygirl.” Adding another finger. Eyes lock, he sees the hunger in her eyes. Desperate for release.

He takes his cock, rubbing it up and down her slippery lips. Slowly pushing in, feeling her stretch. Her head tips back while letting out a long moan of pleasure. “Look at me!” He growls. “Look at me, while I fuck you.” Thrusting in and out of her, pounding hard.

“How owns you?”

“You sir” She moans. “I’m yours.”

Hungry

You press me against the wall and kiss me. Your hardness presses into me and I roll my hips into it greedily. Our kissing intensifies and I bite your lip, pulling you closer.

I want to sink into your skin, mingle with you until my pleasure-pain and your pain-pleasure is shared, is ours. I want to feel everything you do in this moment.

I pull your shirt off desperately. I need you inside me with an intensity I can’t put into words. Instead I start work on your belt, until you gather my hands and pin them above my head. I take you in hungrily with my eyes because you hold me helpless.

Your lean body, those arms that cradle and discipline me. Your hands – I never stop thinking about how they feel inside me, and spanking me, and pinning me in place. Like they are now.

And finally, your gorgeous fucking face. The one I’d do anything to see buried between my legs right now.

“Had a good enough look princess?” You enquire teasingly.

I nod mutely.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 59-61) [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.

## 59: You can’t cum yet! (18++)

With her cock buried deep down Beatrice’s throat, Olivia’s pleasure skyrocketed to the inevitable crescendo. The succubus had succeeded in achieving what Olivia desired. Nothing else existed—only Olivia’s throbbing girl-cock, massaged by the highly enthusiastic tongue and throat muscles of a Sex Demon.

“Ohhhhh—” Olivia gasped, unable to control herself and at the mercy of Beatrice’s eager mouth. A tingle ran from her shaft to her asshole. She knew that she was close. Somewhere far in the back of her mind Olivia did not want it to end so quickly, and yet she could not wait for her climax, eagerly anticipating the blissful surge that came the last time cum rushed through her magical organ. In fact, the thought of cumming deep down the succubus’s mouth enticed Olivia further.