It was only one photo [MMF] [STR8] [BLKMAIL]

It was about a quarter past eight when i finally got to my stop. I was exhausted after working a 12-hour shift at the restaurant. Being a waitress is not that easy when you live in a rough neighbourhood, a petite blonde girl and only 23 years of age. Every time i walk past, 'that house', i clutch my bag to my chest and hold the necklace with the cross i got from grandpa.

I was born in a very strict religious household, my parents were catholic. My dad was a minster and my mom a housewife who was involved in the church. They kicked me out of the house for shaming them. I never had sex, till now, i am still a virgin. However, i made the mistake of sending a dirty picture to this one boy in my catholic school when i was 18 and in my senior year. I honestly believed him when he said he would not send it to anyone. But he ended up sending it to my parents. Thankfully, no one else found out because the police forced the boy who i sent it to, to delete it.

Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine [MF] [Mast] [drugs] [MMF] [anal] [bd] [oral] [bst] [fantasy] (X-post /r/dirtywritingprompts

The pounding of the door is amplified by the high alabaster walls of the overly posh bedroom. It mimics the pounding in Peach’s skull as she stirs on the cold tile floor of her lavish bathroom completely naked except for a pair of stained panties and her tiara. She struggles to pull herself up, wondering who has the audacity to disturb her during her private time.

“Princess!” shouts Toadsworth as he incessantly pounds on the door. “Princess, you are needed to attend to your duties!”

Peach finally pulls herself up and onto the toilet, holding the sink next to her to keep herself steady. “Sonuvabitch…” she slurs, trying to keep the room from spinning. “Where the hell are my clothes? And why do I feel so…sticky?”

“Princess!” yells Toadsworth again. “You’ve been locked in your room for two days! Is everything okay?!”

“Two days?!” she exclaims to herself. “What the fuck have I been doing for two days?”

“That would be me, Princess,” grins a naked Wario standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Peach recoils at the sight. “Oh, fuck me!”

Party plaything [bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub][huml]

“Are you ready princess?” His voice turned me away from where I’d been anxiously stirring the stock pot. “Our guests will be arriving soon. Sarah will take over from here, you’ve got a more important job to do.” A thrill of nervousness and anticipation shot through me. He walked towards me, and started to untie the knot of my light cotton robe. He pulled the fabric open, resting it against my skin momentarily, stroking my hip bone with his roughly textured thumb.

He slid the robe off my shoulders, and I let him, watching somewhat numbly as it dropped to the floor. I stepped awkwardly out of the puddle of fabric it left at my feet, careful not to get my heels caught (Sarah had made me practise), or scuff them on one another. I looked up at his face apprehensively, sneakily, and watched him studying me. The black patent heels (Sarah’s choice), seamed stockings (the same), and the most ridiculously frothy white lingerie (thank god the salesgirl hadn’t checked in on us while Sarah was “helping me decide”). He grinned and dug around in his pocket momentarily, and pulled out a shiny gold lipstick case.

A birthday story [MF]

I am fairly new to reddit, so apologies for any formatting errors. Enjoy.

My birthday started off the same as any other year. I got to sleep in which was nice, and breakfast was made for me when I woke up. When I came downstairs I was treated with enthusiastic birthday wishes from the kids and Ashley. I gave them all hugs and Ashley sent them into the living room to watch cartoons so I could eat my frenchtoast, as they had already eaten.

I was grabbing a water from the fridge when Ash came up behind me and smacked my ass; "happy birthday" she said as she turned me around and pulled me into her for a deep kiss. While kissing me, she moved me around to where the washer and dryer were and put her hand in my shorts. She she grabbed my already hard cock and started pumping it with her hand. I stuck my hand into her sweatpants and was not surprised to discover she was not wearing anything underneath. My hand quickly found its target. She was so wet, I had no problem sliding my finger inside her, but she pulled away.

How Natalia lost her virginity [MF]

I have always been insecure with my body, so much that i can't even strip down in my underwear and look myself in the mirror. I am about 19 years old, 5'4" and 102 lbs, i feel like an ogre with a body type of 38C-22-36, big breasts and big hips, i rarely find clothes that fit me because of my unique physique.

I can't even remember the last time i have been touched by a boy, it has been so long i have forgotten the feeling.

Two weeks ago my friend Michelle calls me,

"Natalie", she says, "I miss you, we have not seen each other. My sorority sisters and I are holding a party tonight. Drop by, you'll meet Peter."

"Who's Peter?", i asked

"Someone you will want to look extra nice for. See you at 8."

I was determined to meet Peter tonight, Michelle never had a bad judgement with people. If she says Peter is someone i want to meet, then it is probably true.

Waking Up [mf] – My First Attempt at Erotica

Early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains covering the window in Alyssa Keading’s room. Alyssa, still blissfully unaware of the new day’s arrival, lay sleeping, the sunlight falling on her face, illuminating her naturally pale skin until she seemed to glow with the morning’s light. As the early hours of the morning wore on, she began to stir, shifting her position repeatedly in the quest for comfort and a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness.

Her quest was abruptly cut short as she felt an alien sensation enter her world. At first, her mind, still clouded by sleep, could not identify it. The feeling, a soft, yet insistent, pressure began at her shoulder blades, slowly following the curvature of her spine as it made its way down her back. Stopping at the small of her back, it would rebound, traveling upwards until it reached its starting location and began the process anew. Alyssa’s quickly-wakening mind slowly came to grips with the feeling, finally identifying its origin as a pair of knuckles, slowly moving over her naked back.

Naked Back. The thought brought her fully into the waking realm, her mind snapping alert at the memory of the night before. She turned over quickly in bed, suddenly coming face to face with the source of the ministrations.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Leaky Pipes [mf]

Kate had moved into my apartment complex just over three weeks ago and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since.

She was fresh out of college and had just started her internship at the hospital three blocks away. As far as I knew her parents were paying to put her up here until she got some money together to take over the rent herself. I’d seen them visiting a couple of times and they seemed like a nice family. But outside of her parents visiting, Kate seemed like kind of a loner. She worked long hours, sure, but never seemed to go out to meet friends for coffee and didn’t seem to have people over. Especially men, not that I had been looking out for that.

I wasn’t exactly sure how we had started talking the other day but we ended up at a local coffee shop getting to know each other. The conversation ended with me agreeing to come by and take a look at the pipes under the sink. My dad was a registered plumber and had taught me the trade before I decided to join the police academy.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

To Boldly Go [mmff], [manual], [massage]

The following is the first of what may be a few stories that aim to both titillate the reader and also inform her about the nature and character of the author's fantasies and the potential paths of his sexual explorations. As such, they reveal inner desires that may yet manifest as false, but which, at least in their telling, leave him profoundly exposed. So, please handle with care.

Part 1

The months have passed seeing our trio indulge in all manner of fun both sexy and vanilla. We've found attraction and affection and have grown to regard our relationship with a little less amazement for existing and a little more comfort having an expectation of its persistence.

In the warm light of that confidence, Abby decides to reprise an old idea. She's recently encountered several massage therapists. Amongst them, Michael has wonderful strong hands and an inquisitive personality that's left Abby wondering at herself for revealing so much information while lying prone on the massage table. She hasn't yet told him about Ericka, but he has a pretty good idea that some of her Saturday nights have been exciting even by this city's standards.

Good Girls Have Fun to [MF at this point]

“Hurry,” he said but calmed his voice befoe he said it. He didnt want to sound too desparete or pushy as either would mean this wasnt going to happen, however he wanted to get past the point of her reconsidering. Once her panties were off and his hands were on her hips there was a pretty good chance things were going to proceed. “I want to make sure we both have a good time” he finished. He watched her slip her panties down her legs. She pulled one leg out and then stepped the other out and stood up straight still clutching them in her hand.

She could have just pushed them past her hips and let them fall to the ground but as long as her fingers were grasping the small undergarment she still felt like she might be able to stop, not that she wanted to. The feeling was exhilerating and she hated it. She has always been so boring. A good girl. The current circumstances made her heart race and her body become flush with excitement and she didnt know how to handle it. “Now, don’t look.” She was self-conscious of her body. It didn’t look the way she wanted. Not that she wanted to look like a swimsuit model, but smoothed out about twenty-five pounds would be nice. “Don’t look?” He thought it was an odd request considering their circumstance. “Yeah, just don’t stare at me.” He nodded. He knew not to press. “Sure, now come here.” She was blushing and wondered if he could tell. He could and he wanted to get started in hopes she would relax.

Maxwell Farm: Part 6 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I feel warm and safe. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I sit between Vicky and Bre. My muscles relax under Vicky's gentle touch. My eyes drift closed. I am exhausted from the ride over, and my mind, which has been racing with thoughts all day, is finally quiet.

Bre dips her hand in a nearby water bucket and lovingly kneads the cool liquid into my thigh. I hear a soft splash as she returns to the bucket and then back to my leg. I let out a low moan. I don't want to admit how good her attention feels. I snuggle my head deep in Vicky's pillowy fat. She leans forward and tenderly kisses my stubby horns.

I open my eyes as I hear Bre shift next to me. She groans a little, grabbing her beach ball belly, as she rises to her knees. She takes a rag, which had been hanging on the fence, and dunks it into the water. I listen as she rings the rag, a stream of water pouring back into the bucket. She places the damp cloth on my rear, just above my tail, and slowly rubs it across my skin.