My girlfriend loves when we read erotica involving being used as a sex toy for someone else’s pleasure but we are having trouble finding stories like that.

The title briefly describes what my girlfriend fantasizes about and we're posing this question to mainly help us in finding erotica that aligns with this fantasy. We enjoy reading erotica together as a form of foreplay but have trouble finding stories where the focus is on being sexually used but also avoiding any humiliation or non-consensual sex.

For example, she loves sex stories involving monsters like this one. This story is great because it focuses on these women being dominated by these lustful creatures and ultimately enjoying the experience. The problem appears when we use the term "dominance" or BDSM when searching for sex stories because doing so usually results in stories where some of the participants are subjected to pain and/or humiliation and are not willing participants.

In short: How can we better find stories that focus on dominance and being used as a sex toy but avoid stories where some of the participants are humiliated or subjected to pain.

Strangers in an Elevator (MF)

Apologies if something like this has been posted before. I don't want to copy anyone, but I'm not familiar with everything ever posted (obviously) and have never written one of these before. Criticisms welcome.

“Hold it please!” she called out from the lobby. He stuck his arm out to keep the doors open as she hurried inside the elevator, pulling her small handcart full of grocery bags. She was about to tell him to push 6, but it was already lighted.

The whir of the lift hummed gently as they stood in silence. She was on his right, her cart of groceries at her feet between them. Above them the sign lighted the floors they passed. 2, then 3. A moment after the 4 filled with light the elevator lurched and sputtered, rocking its passengers gently.

They looked at each other in confusion. The doors stayed closed as they each shuffled uncomfortably, waiting to get home. After 30 seconds, he finally broke the silence.

“I think, is there a phone in here, usually?” He fumbled along the control panel, opening the phone box and lifting it to his ear. “Lancaster Arms, yeah the east side,” he muttered, followed by a few “Okays” and “Yeses.” He hung up and turned to her. Read more »

The Best Job

Hello there. This is my first post this this subreddit, and one of my older stories. Any critiques or criticism are welcomed.

I have the best job in the world. No, really, I do. I know what you’re thinking. ‘I’m a CEO, and I make millions!’ or, ‘I’m a doctor, and I save lives!’. That may be, but my job’s still better. What’s my job? I’m an executive personal assistant. No, wait, I know it doesn't sound like the best, but I’ll prove it to you. Let me take you through an average day at my job.

Most days begin with me waking up at six o’clock, doing a quick 15-minute workout, and hopping into the shower. From there, I whip up a smoothie for breakfast, get dressed in my suit and tie, and out the door of my spartan apartment by seven, so I can catch the seven forty bus to work.

I know what you’re thinking: ‘Apartment, bus, bah! Rich lifestyle for someone with the “best job in the world”’. And it’s true, lots of other jobs earn more, and it’d be nice to have a car, or a yard, or a 401k worth more than a shoe box, but I’d live on the street to keep this job. Read more »

Princes reunited [MM]

Prince Theed Adrsae, heir apparent to the Kingdom of Endromur, huffed in the cold winter air and ran a hand through is unruly brown hair as he watched the horizon from his receiving tent.

“How long?” he asked his eunuch-equerry, Qru

“Momentarily, my prince”

Theed was a tall, well-muscled boy of sixteen years. His silk deep blue tunic did little to hide his taut chest. Already he had gained a reputation as an intelligent manipulator and talented warrior among his father’s court. Around him was arrayed thirty of his retainers, each hand picked from the elite Mandatories Corps, once a conscripted unit, know a volunteer force. His banner swayed in the light morning breeze.

The crunch of frosted grass announced the arrival of delegation from Kefreria. A squadron of two score horse archers crested the rise and came down to meet the reception party. At its head was a boy of similar age and height to the Prince, clad in reds. His long hair framed the dark skin and characteristic cheekbones of Kefererian nobility. He carried himself self as a high-born son Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

[kindle] My Gift to You by Faye Hall

EXCERPT

Her long black hair fell softly around her naked shoulders, loose silken strands gently escaping, caressing her bare breasts. Her dark, piercing eyes followed her caressing hands, her soft fingertips lightly touching his bare flesh. His eyes moving, absorbing inch by glorious inch of her bare flesh, he felt arousing warmth filling him.

This naked innocent was more exquisite, more breathtaking than he could have dared to imagine possible. She was so much more than he ever thought any woman could be.

When she reached for him, her soft fingers teasingly taking his jerking organ, he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure he felt.

At the very least, he knew he would soon disgrace himself in her hand if she didn’t stop her teasing attentions. Moving his hands to hers, he tried to push her away.

Slowly her naturally pink, almost blood red lips pouted, her hand gradually ceasing its attentions.

"Please, Bailey. I want this . . . want you."

Focusing in on all the beautiful, dark features of this girl, Bailey could feel himself being filled by a strange, though intense, feeling. He knew he should refuse this woman's advances… Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

The Merman’s Embrace

He placed my hand on a rock jutting out of the water, and in leaning my weight on the rock, I located another smooth and flat, under the surface. I made myself comfortable using the two as a recliner, the water coming up to my chest, and gestured for him to join me. Coming toward me he placed his hands on my thighs instantly causing a spark of excitement and a rush to my head. I gasped as he leaned in and placed his lips to my neck, sucking hard enough as to be almost painful, and then began nibbling at the edge of my ear, his breath soft and warm. I wanted to stop him. To talk. To get to know him. But I had lost control of all of my senses the moment he touched me. I floated in a cloud of passion, losing all sense of where I was, eyes closed feeling only his lips, his hands moving over my body. His mouth traveled down to my chest and somehow my top came loose at the neck freeing my breasts to bob at the water’s surface. Hands cupping each, his lips gently took in one erect nipple. Opening my eyes I peered down at him. His eyes were closed as he savored my soft bosom. My hands ran through his thick mane. Abruptly his eyes opened catching mine hypnotically. They seemed to glow, bright green in the dim evening light. One hand brushed down my midsection, past belly button, tickling my skin as it moved lower. The button between my legs grew to meet his touch as he delicately moved over it causing a soft moan to escape my throat. Read more »

Swedish Alexa is Cuffed, Spanked and Done So Hard from Behind [mf, Fsub, blonde, luxury hotel]

Link to original with sexy image in the comments

Alexa is a feisty one; she wants it rough. She’s a 26 year old Swedish bar girl at the 5* hotel I’m staying in. We get chatting this evening after I finish off three straight whiskeys on the rocks. I’m the only one in the bar, and by the end she’s bending over to get drinks from the fridge, ‘accidentally’ revealing the back of her red lacy thong. She’s a temptress who needs to be taught a lesson.

Now I’m going to show her who’s boss. Kissing as we enter my suite at the hotel, her shift over, I tear off her tight white blouse, buttons popping. And I get my first look at her perfect breasts held in by a red lacy bra. I pull off the band holding her blonde hair up and it falls free.

Then I yank her black trousers down to her ankles while she’s standing there, lifting her out of them, my ripped arms and chest powerful. Now Alexa is standing there in her red lacy underwear, a sexy smile on her Swedish face, ready to be screwed hard. Read more »

Home From Work [MF, bdsm, Fdom, Poetry]

I step through the front door and she's waiting for me
In leather and lace
My mistress, my goddess
"We're going to fuck," she says,
voice full of calm authority,
"Now?"
"Now."

I know the routine.
My clothes come off immediately
(No barriers, no secrets can come between us)
Into the shower, I scrub
Without delay, without rush,
Face, chest, legs, ass,
Erection, already anticipating,
Then present myself, clean and dry, for her pleasure

She looks me over,
"Good boy. Put this on."
Blindfold.
I enter darkness
And strain to sense every other way I can
Her scent is light and fresh
Her heels click against the wooden floor
Her breath is warm against my ear as she whispers,
"I've been planning this all day"

I shiver.
What lies ahead?

Her hands lead me closer to the bed
Where she sits on the edge and instructs me
I move to kneel on the bed behind her and begin
First massaging her bare shoulders
Above her corset
(Red, if I remember)
Then caressing her arms,
her strong, gentle hands,
back up to her neck,
then down to her thighs
(wonderfully supple under tight leather)
Using all the techniques she taught me Read more »

[F4M][very light BDSM/BD] Your Hands

Your hands were the first thing I noticed about you. Strong, solid, rough hands. Not rough as in the opposite of soft – your touch could be soft if you wanted it to be – but almost rough as in powerful. Mighty.

The moment I felt your hands against my skin, I needed more. When you pulled down the zipper of my dress for the first time, your fingertips grazed my suddenly exposed skin, trailing down my spine to the small of my back. My dress fell to the ground and you set it aside.

I was left in just sheer black stockings with a panel of lace reaching the middle of my thighs, held up by garters attached to my matching black lace panties. Such pretty little things that served not much function other than to look pretty. I suppose that was fitting anyway, considering I served no function tonight but to look pretty for you; to please you in any way that you wanted me to. I smiled to myself with the thought, wanting to please you in every way possible. All because of those hands that I can’t stop thinking about now. Read more »

Detention [FMF]

My patience slowly ticks away as the minutes tick on. We’re the only three in detention, and the hour seems to be taking longer than it should. I could say that I don’t know why I’m in detention, but I do. I smirk softly remembering that reason. It is the same reason why she is here too. You happen to catch us in the girls’ bathroom during study period, in a most compromising position. Her sitting on the sink, her skirt pushed up, and my head wedged in between her legs. Oh, I heard you come in, but I didn’t want to stop. I like being watched. And it took you a couple of minutes before you actually stopped us. Reminiscing about it produces heat between my legs and my nipples harden, becoming sensitive beneath my lace bra.

I shoot a quick glance to her and know she is thinking about it too. Her hand slowly slips up her leg and under her skirt. I bite my lip, wanting to taste her again. Remembering how she smells, I squirm in my seat. You are unaware, or not wanting to react just yet to the growing tension. We both jump as your cell suddenly goes off. Checking the number, you excuse yourself into the hall to answer it. Read more »