Our most recent encounter – my submissive’s tale of feeling properly in her place [Mf] (Warning: degradation)

Sir closed the door behind us and I sat down on the bed. I watched as Sir stripped. He looked at me expectantly, waiting. I knew what he wanted.

“I know you don’t want to see me in this,” I explained, gesturing toward my t-shirt and pj shorts. He nodded. He walked over to me and began to undress me, revealing the black lace teddy underneath.

Sir’s eyes widened and he grinned. I giggled.

“I plan,” I said, smiling. I knew Sir loved it.

Sir ran his hands over my body and took in the sight. I burned with pride as he did so.

Sir flipped me over onto my stomach and began to rub his hands over my ass. He emitted a grumble and said, “I can’t spank you here.”

We settled for light spanking instead, which was still fun! I moaned as Sir’s hand slapped my ass again and again.

Finally Sir flipped me over and held his foot out over my face, forcing his big toe into my mouth. “Suck, bitch,” he told me.

I sucked and licked his toe as I looked up at him. He chuckled.

[MF-noncon/sex addict] Tall Dark and Handsome (part 1)

Prologue

You were in a good place, your messy divorce behind you, your ex husband had finally gotten past his issues and you two worked a civil, if not warm relationship. Stuff was good. Stuff was stable. Stuff was better than it had been ages. You were finally able to explore your deepest desires. Pushing your limits, finding new partners and not bending to the pressures that had bound you in your marriage. You frequently found partners in your network of music lovers, pot growers, and artsy photogs. You blissfully bounched from lover to lover, each time pushing your limits a little further each rendezvous. Your FWB network quickly grew and your limits turned into requirements. You found little satisfaction with safe, transitional sex.

Mr. Steal Your Girl Gets His Girl Stolen or (The Time I Cucked Another Bull). A True Story of Collegiate Depravity. [MMF] [Group] [cheating]

My first attempt. 100% true (the dialogue isn’t always word for word, I’m not rainman) and I have plenty of stories like this, I only recently found out theres cuckolding was a thing, I just always have been into it since Bond said that his type was “taken”, and I was like “fuck I’mma be that dude”, so if theres demand, I’ll be happy to share more of my experiences with everyone. I’ve cucked about 11 dudes so far and I’m only 23. Also stats if anyone cares, 6’5” broad shouldered Viking blood type frat dude.

So sometime around last year I transferred to a college in the Boston area, and thats when all of this started. I was living in a 6 person suite, and its a pretty academically rigorous school, so most of the kids living there were not what you would call “social butterflies”. I did luck out on one roommate though, we ended up bonding one night at the beginning of the year laughing about the odd behavior of some of our other roommates. He (the cool roommate, Zach) was a very athletic, well built guy, the kind of guy you want to be your friend if you’re trying to break into a new school socially.

Silent Partner- Ethans perspective part 1 (MF, cheat, noncon)

Original inspiration

Silent Partner Part 1 – MF/cheat, noncon, slow burn/long, impreg from eroticliterature

It was all a blur, well at least at first it was. The last clear memory I have is getting on my bike after the show. We had just finished a set and got our gear packedd away in the van. I was exhausted. 28 was getting to be the upper end of what was acceptable to be a lead singer in a fledgling cover band. We had our ups and downs, bigger and smaller shows, but overall we were in the middle of the scene, and not in a good way. We were still playing Tuesday night shows to drunk college kids who were too plastered, or too focused on date raping their sorority girl date to give a shit about our music. All of these thoughts raced through my head as I sped off on my Ducati, hitting gear after gear I push the limit, knowing I would hit some sort of traffic soon I let of the gas, hearing the engine over rev and shutter, trying to adapt to the sudden lack of throttle.

[MF] Dream Cum True

I straddled her on top of the covers. Kissing. Kissing lips, neck, ears… She was all sighs. I pulled the covers down and pulled her up to remove her shirt. She pulled my rock hard cock into her mouth and wrapped an arm around my ass. I let her suck me for a minute. Playing with my balls

I pushed her down and started kissing her again. I could feel her warmth. I moved her arms above her head and massaged her spread out tits. Kissing her neck. Licking around her tits then sucking on her nipples. Still playing with them.

I started to move down, kissing and licking her stomach. My fingertips ever so gently brushing her sides, bringing a shiver. I spread her legs, caressing and kissing the insides of her thighs slowly working my towards her pussy

As I get there, I hover. My breath on her pubes and lips making her rise in anticipation. I ever so gently baarrrely run my tongue around the outside of her lips. Teasing. But only for a moment.

What we do when the power’s out [MF]

First time posting – will probably be long.

The power went out a couple of nights ago right as I [24] was about to start masturbating in the shower. My husband [24] knocked on the door to tell me it was storming badly and that I should get out. I was annoyed because I had been horned up from reading stories here. I got out of the shower and put on slinky pajamas. His friend was over so I just had to deal for a couple hours. Friend left right around the time we normally go to bed (on a week night). Our AC wasn’t working of course, so our house was hot as hell. We opened our bedroom windows to let some air in.

Tall Dark and Handsom(MF)

Prologue

You were in a good place, your messy divorce behind you, your ex husband had finally gotten past his issues and you two worked a civil, if not warm relationship. Stuff was good. Stuff was stable. Stuff was better than it had been ages. You were finally able to explore your deepest desires. Pushing your limits, finding new partners and not bending to the pressures that had bound you in your marriage. You frequently found partners in your network of music lovers, pot growers, and artsy photogs. You blissfully bounched from lover to lover, each time pushing your limits a little further each rendezvous. Your FWB network quickly grew and your limits turned into requirements. You found little satisfaction with safe, transitional sex.

The beach, the moon, two girls and I [MFF] [long]

This is by far the hottest thing to ever happen to me. Before I start: long time lurker, first time poster, throwaway, condoms were used, but I will not explicitly mention when they were put on or taken off.

It was the early noughties, and I was studying in a small French city. I had a long-term, long-distance girlfriend with whom I was stupidly, puppy-eyes in love. I hung out with a small group of friends, among which were two girls, Louise and Maria. Louise was French, slim but not skinny, had a pretty face, vibrant eyes and few curves. Maria, on the other hand, was Latin, curvy to the point of chubby by European standards. I thought I had a shot with them, but wasn’t interested, and hanging out with them so much had removed virtually any sexual tension between us. As for me, I was tall and fairly lean.

At the end of the school year, I switched universities, moving to a bigger French city to be with my gf. I kept in touch with the girls, but since it was before social media kicked in, our contact wasn’t an everyday occurrence. A few months later, my girlfriend and I broke up. The summer after that, the girls and I decided to go to Greece, where I had many friends and good info on where to go.

[MF] Filthy THIRD encounter with Reddit sex goddess

Lovely people, here is the third and final instalment of my adventure with Annabelle. The first and second parts are available via the links below. To quickly recap, Annabelle and I met on Reddit, were chatting for a couple of months, felt a connection, and decided to spend a weekend together. I flew from the UK to Ohio to take her on a date, to see if we were compatible beyond the digital world. We were. Very much.

Part I – First date with Annabelle
Part II – Hiking in Hocking Hills

Some people have found it hard to believe that we would do this. I can’t offer any proof – I can only hope that you might enjoy the story despite thinking it a fiction. I’ve tried to be completely honest in my retelling of the weekend, and I’m hoping that any day now, Annabelle might also post her version of events. This probably won’t satisfy the cynical among you, but it should at least provide an interesting diversion. I’m as interested as the rest of you in what she might have to say…

The Library, Part 2 [MF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6myz16/the_library/)

Sara’s eyes snapped open as her alarm early. Her hand came down on the button as fast as she could muster and she rolled on to her back. Closing her eyes once again, but not wanting to fall back to sleep, she kicked off her blankets revealing the tiny pair of purple panties and her bare chest. Stretching her arms above her head and her toes out as far as she could, she finally rolled out of bed, and got herself ready for work.

Arriving at the coffee shop in her black yoga pants, brown “coffee house” shirt and a ponytail to keep it from her face, she unlocked the door and flicked the light on. She walked into the back and started prepping the shop to open. Once the aroma of the coffee and the sound of the cappuccino makers filled the front, she unlocked the door.

Moments later, the bell above the door rang.

“Welcome to Coffee House, what can I get you today?” She asked, not looking up from the register.

“I was hoping I could get you.” A voice said, warm and full of laughter. A voice she recognized.