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So happy (and humbled) to be joining the Candy Apple Press family with this 22,000 word erotic tale of female domination, forced feminization, chastity, and sissy submission.
[https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SQ3MVNB/](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SQ3MVNB/)
Read part 6 here:
https://redd.it/bu3zbw
It’s official, Addie and I will officially be living together in September. About 4 weeks ago we were asked by a good friend if Addie was willing to rent out her house to her sister and her family. Addie said she will think about it and talk to her kids. As a ballpark number, Addie threw a high number for the rent per month. Then we forgot about it.
Last Tuesday, our friend said that her sister found the rent Addie asked for was fair and was excited to move in. So last night, we invited her kids to dinner and told them the news. Both kids were apprehensive at first especially Audra. Scott warmed up to the idea faster than Audra and helped us convince her that it’s for the good of everybody.
“How is it fair, that you can move on but you don’t mom to because of how you feel about a house you don’t live in anymore?” Scott asked her.
Addie and I’s jaws dropped on the directness of the question. Addie also told her how sad she felt when she was in the house by herself.
I didn’t tell him I was ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.
The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.
“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.
My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again.
So when it comes to my evening it’s fairly normal like most people my age. I go home, grab some random thing from the fridge, maybe make a quick liquor drink and smoke some weed. Sit down in my computer chair, log into some post-Ventrilo voice chat server and bum around. Going back and forth between thumbing through Reddit, playing games and swiping right on everyone on my dating apps. But what happened last night was a little different. I was talking to this one woman about how similar she and I are, too many things in life to count. Mostly all of the bad stuff, how we tend to fuck up our relationships, how we often hurt those around us, oh here’s a good one…how even in the best relationships we sabotage them in the same way that we get driven full force into poorly chosen relationships. Oh, what a wonder it is. So I propose a meetup at a local bar to her, as with all of these types of situations I immediately doubt that she will show up (not that I’ve been stood up many times at all but more to the fact that I think the worst in all of us). She gets there and is mostly silent until her first drink. I am immediately happily surprised to see that this short skinny girl with a big bubble butt is actually quite attractive (her dimples were nearly too much), especially as I see a few women walk in before her alone that I thought were about to say my name and I would have to say….y….yes that’s me and sigh loudly in the back of my head.
Airport 2 – The Shiner
^((Tom – English))
^((Tess – an American abroad))
Tess and I were insane by this time. Constantly pushing each other. Deeper, darker. I think this was the darkest of our idiotic ideas. At times it felt like we were going to hell in a hand cart. Except we’d got carried away and set fire to our own hand cart. Leaving us having to hitchhike from the outskirts of Hades. I was in a Tess induced psychosis and the only thing I wanted or needed was more Tess.
Neither of us ever slept through the night. Waking up at 3am was one of many quirks which made us fit so well.”Psst, you awake?”
“Yes, Tom.” That voice lights me up, every time I hear it. We’d spend the next few minutes talking and ‘not-fucking’.
Not-fucking is by far the most vanilla thing we do, and it’s beautiful. I slide inside her, and we chat. We barely rock and neither of us gets anywhere near an orgasm. It’s just a moment in the night. A closeness. We couple. Gwynneth would be proud. The first time, after a couple of minutes I told Tess she ought to go back to sleep. She laughed and said “I will, Tom. As soon as you’re done not fucking me.”
First a little backstory:
My wife and I have been married going on 11 years now. We’ve always had a good sex life, but about a year and a half ago it all changed. We had went away for the weekend and got a hotel room. We knew we would be going on this trip so the week before I had ordered a few new toys for us to play with. I had been wanting to fuck her ass for a long time and we had tried a few times but were never able to get it done. She told me that on this trip she wanted anal. Long story short I ended up with my dick buried in her ass and she had the best orgasm she’d ever had to that point. She absolutely loved it. Since then we’ve opened up more to each other about our kinks and stuff. Well fast forward to about a month or so ago we were sexting, which we do on almost a daily basis, and she told me the idea of an MMF threesome turns her on. She loves double penetration and has recently discovered that she loves sucking dick. I told her the thought of the threesome turns me on as well and since then it’s been no holds barred on what dirty things we tell each other. All this led to us posting pictures on several different subreddits.
I met this guy, James, on tinder. Gotta say, I’m extremely picky, but he checked all my boxes: hella cute (literally looks like a young Christian Bale), has my dark sense of humor and was pretty damn interesting. We agreed to meet somewhere and go to a bar from there. I liked the decisiveness in the way he touched me, the strong grip on my shoulder. First dates are usually an awkward dance, but this wasn’t the case. And as it got late and we got drunk, I only grew surer and surer that I wanted him to fuck me. It was time to bring out the big guns. I took my glasses off and he said wow out loud. Gave him my good ol’ fuck me eyes that never ever have failed me. James got his hand on my cheek and I moved into it like a cat getting petted.
As soon as we got out of the bar, we started to kiss. Hot, heavy, biting each other’s lips and faces. People walked by but we didn’t care. He got his hands all over my body and on my walk and pulled me closer, we got to the corner and he pushed me against the wall. He squeezed my ass and I could feel his boner in my belly as I licked his neck and softly moaned into his ear.
The part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bwns3k/mf_the_english_teacher_part_1/)
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I arrive at this address, it’s Mrs. Robinson’s home. I knock on the door.
After a short while she opens and smiles.
“Come in, sweetheart” she says.
I take a second to look around, then I find my way to the kitchen table and sit down. Her home has a small hallway leading to a very opened kitchen. The windows are big, they let in a lot of sunlight which makes the room very bright. In the middle is a big round wooden table with 3 chairs.
“Do you want some coffe, Daniel ?” she asks.
“Yes, please” I reply.
I watch her as she prepares the coffe. She’s wearing a simple blue t-shirt, a pair of grey trousers and some slippers.
She’s not wearing any makeup, and since I don’t see any lingerie lines on her ass, she’s not wearing panties either.
I smile and start to think of dirty thoughts again. But I’m a bit confused.
Why is she wearing such cozy clothes ? Isn’t she supposed to wear something more formal and give me something to study ? I’m here to exercise my grammar after all.
I love online sexual roleplay and my wife loves to read it, she recently suggested that i should write an erotic novel… But i am out if practice and thought that maybe some short stories in an online blog-style format would be a good way to start out and warm up my writing skills, plus the added bonus of some feedback along the way.
So i just found this subreddit and obviously i could post some here but can anyone direct me to a site for this kind of writing? Or even just a blog site that has 18+ settings.
i confess that sometime my kinkyness gets me [m,29] really hard and let me do some pervert things. when i am in this horny mood i sometimes imagine that someone is giving me some dirty and a little painfull tasks that i have to fullfill.
A few days ago, i was fantasizing that i have to wear something big as a plug for an extendet period of time . i was wandering around and searching for a toy in my gfs place (she was away) when i found that big metall flashlight with 25 x 5 cm. i grab it and went back to bed where we have stored some lube. i never had something big in my ass before, so i took a while and i had to push hard before it goes in. i tried to put it all the way in, but it was not that easy and and painfull. finally i got up from the bed and tried to walk around with my big toy, but i starts immediately to come out, even with my shorts on. Luckily we sometimes use some ropes in bed, i grap one of these and put it around my hip and between my legs and fixed the head of the flashlight with it. before i tighted the last knot i pushed the plug a little deeper to make it harder for me. then i got up again an put on my shorts and jeans. everything was held in place now…to make it a little more painfull (because someone told me in my fantasie) i put two clamps on my nips.