What a long weekend we had [MF] (Part 1)

My GF (S) and I booked a long weekend away as a treat for ourselves whilst being kiddie free 2 nights in one city (A) and 1 night in a 2nd city (B).

We have a profile on a swingers site and have met a couple of people but only once swapped partners. Both S and Myself have wanted to be part of more. As luck would have it a swingers club in B posted they where having a party the night we where going to be there so we got our names on the guest list.

The closer the break got the hornier we got and lots of fun nights where had in the lead upto our trip.

On the drive to city A we where talking about what we where going to get upto in the club and I started getting hard S noticed this from the passenger seat and started rubbing me through my jeans. I concentrated on the road and told her she was being very naughty to which she replied “no this is being naughty and unbuttoned my jeans.” I let out an audible gasp and said “fuck you are bad” as she wrapped her hand round my now throbbing cock. Read more »

Ultra: Corruption [Mf] [Humiliation] [Maledom][Oral]

Hello, /r/erotica, my name is Daxter T. Connors and I am the author of a series of superheroine erotica short stories dubbed ULTRA. Today, I’m sharing a piece of my latest, *Corruption*, in which Ultra, AKA Anna Blane, is dominated and humiliated by a University professor turned werewolf!

The stories are in a choose your own adventure style. This the result of choosing option two at the second branch, if you so choose for Ultra to lose to the big baddie.

If you like it, check out the links in the comments for more. Enjoy!

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“You’ve been terrorizing the University, haven’t you, Professor?” I said to the Professor as I pinned him against the cabin wall. The Ultra suit masked my voice; I sounded like a demon, even to myself.

He began to shake his head and shivered.

“Of course not,” he said. “I wouldn’t do such a thing!”

I pressed against his throat harder and he coughed, gripping my forearm with his hands. I could feel his strength as his fingers tightened around my wrist. Read more »

I [M]et with a [F] Yorkshire woman who got real hot reading my gonewildstories posts

She messaged me out of the blue on reddit. “Your stories are hot. My kik is xxxx” is all it read. Something about it just made me kinda hot. A bit of mystery, a bit of suspense, knowing that I’d turned someone on and they’d messaged me because of it.. I messaged her of course.

I remember when I got her reply I was in the alcazar in Seville (the set of Dorne in GoT). I saw the notification, and despite my beautiful surroundings, it left me sort of distracted. I texted her a bit and it got dirty quickly. I had to hide my erection in the middle of this public area.

That night as I got the bus back to Malaga where I was staying, we texted furiously, working each other up, getting so ridiculously horny that by the end of the 2h coach, I practically ran back to my hostel needing to masturbate with her on the phone. She’d already came, but there I was trying to be dead silent, the night a little early, but one person in the room I had to hide my activities from.. She loved it. Read more »

How did we get here…again

I’m sitting at the bar; leaning over to tell the bartender what I want when a man walking in catches my eye. He’s dressed in a navy suit, crisp white shirt opened at the collar. I finish my order and sit back down on the highback stool, looking around for him. I spot him at the far end of the bar, a whiskey in his hand. He tips the glass and I watch his throat and Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. His hair is perfectly messy and he has just the right amount of stubble. The kind of stubble that you feel the next day.

A woman in a short dress, large breasts and a beautiful face walks up to him. She leans into him, whispering in his ear. She touches his forearm and purposefully let’s her breasts rub against him. They whisper back and forth for a few minutes as I watch.

“Excuse me Miss, anyone sitting here?”

I stop staring, blink and turn my head. I see an equally handsome man looking at me and pointing to the stool next to me.

“No one, umm seats open.” Read more »

A Right To Rule: Chapter Four [femdom] [anal] [humiliation]

– [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/85pvxa/a_right_to_rule_chapter_one_fm_slavery/)
– [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/86vrks/a_right_to_rule_chapter_two_fm_slavery_inspection/)
– [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/88lzil/a_right_to_rule_chapter_3_fm_femdom_au/)
– **[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8aznia/a_right_to_rule_chapter_four_femdom_anal/)**

After about twenty minutes of driving, Connor turned into a long driveway that cut through a wooded area. At this point, Jack’s drool from being gagged had dripped down past his chest, on to his penis. His eyes had glazed over, a sense of defeat in his fate settling in.

Connor drove up the driveway and pulled up in front of a white cape-cod style house. It had black shutters, and dormer windows in the second floor. In other words, it was adorable––and exactly Evie’s style. June had done well.

“I was expecting some sort of sex dungeon mixed with a library with books on how to make granddaughters, knowing my mother,” Evie said.

“Who said those aren’t in there, my lady,” Connor said, giving her a wink. He turned out the car and got out, opening Evie’s door for her. She stepped out, and was immediately taken by how quiet the estate was.

“Well, it’s certainly beautiful,” Evie said, as Connor went to the other side to pull a bound Jack out of the car. Read more »

Released – Part 2 [D/s, DD/lg, LDR, Solo F]

She pushed open the door to her apartment and stomped down the hall to her room. He had done this to her. She did not know how, but it was him. She closed the door behind her sharply and tossed her bag across the floor. She fell to her knees, the power of the tingling between her legs was overwhelming. It was just like earlier today. Twice it had set upon her during the day. The cloudiness, the neediness, the insistent wetness, all conspiring against her to make her beg.

She had begged. She had pleaded. And at last he finally relented and let her cum. She did not care that she was in the middle of a room of people. She did not care if the wet spot showed on her jeans. She had to orgasm and orgasm hard for him. She had been at lunch the first time. The throbbing had begun when she woke up. Slowly it gained a hold of her, growing ever so slowly and steadily. By the time she sat down to eat she could feel the wetness of her panties reinforcing everything she was feeling. Read more »

How I found out one of [m]y neighbors [mf] and I have the same name.

So, this would’ve been in my previous apartment, which was set up in such a way that mine and my next door neighbors’ bedrooms shared a wall. In retrospect, whoever built those buildings was either an idiot or a pervert. That is not a good design for apartment buildings. But I digress.

My neighbors were a good-looking enough couple- she was blonde and curvy, he had those Mr. Fantastic gray spots on his temples, but was in pretty good shape (we were near a military base, and most of the people in that complex were Army or Air Force). That being said, we never talked much, other than to exchange a brief “good morning” while passing each other in the parking lot. I never thought much about them, other than to perhaps subtly check her out if I found myself going down the stairwell behind her. Until one night.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to lie down and pass out (with the help of a little bit of booze). My neighbors, apparently, were not of the same mind. I could hear them pretty noisily on the other side of the wall, sounding like their night was heading in a pretty singular direction. I’m not usually much into voyeurism, and like I said, I was pretty tired, so this was really just much more annoying than it was sexy. Until I heard her moan a name. Read more »

Annemarie Part 7 and 8 [Mf] [MF]

Part 7

I woke early, and although it had been a somewhat busy night, I felt rested, relaxed and actually pretty good. I heard Rachel’s soft, even breathing, and I looked at her in the early morning light that was seeping into the room from behind the curtain. Fuck, she is gorgeous, even when asleep. I got out of bed, quietly pulled my gym suit that I never wear to the gym on, and silently closed the door of the bedroom behind me. I used the other bathroom and then rinsed my mouth with some breath freshener, just in case.

I went into the kitchen and made a coffee, well got the coffeemaker machine to make one for me. Fortunately, it doesn’t make too much noise, something that I have been grateful for since Jill came to live with me. I turned the computer on and checked emails, looked at the Al Jazira, BBC and Canadian news, saw that the speed we are going down the gurgler is increasing, and pictured Boris Johnson’s hairstyle on the President, a good laugh actually. Read more »

Annemarie Pt 5 and 6 [MF] [Mf]

Part 5

Wednesday came and Jill and I presented ourselves at this dingy little apartment block, where rents are cheap and life threatens to get harder every day. I knew I would have to get Annemarie and Rachel out of here if they were to have a chance. I looked at Jill and she almost shuddered, silently agreeing to what I was thinking.

We had a wonderful pasta meal, made up of what, I don’t know, but it was still wonderful. Annemarie and Rachel are both really good cooks, it seems. Annemarie said it was one of the few things she got of real benefit from her mother. Jill commented that she really got nothing from Sandra. Annemarie looked at her and said, “I don’t know, I think you got a lot of good things from her, but it seems you got some common sense from your Dad – and your taste in women!”

Jill lit up like a traffic light on stop. “Oh please, Rachel told me all about it, said you were a terrific lover, potentially.”

“Mom! Please, don’t embarrass her like that!” Rachel cried. Read more »

The Castle of Roses (prologue) – an essay in sadism

This is an intro to a novella I’ve been working on. It gets pretty dark (which I like, but places like Amazon really, really don’t!)

Comments, suggestions etc all very welcome!

THE CASTLE OF ROSES
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There’s no such thing as an empty building. The things that have been done there always fill it, and they find a way of coming back. The Castle of Roses is like that. It’s never going to be content to lie quiet. Too many bad things have happened inside its walls.

The castle has bedrooms where the owners indulged decadent appetites for centuries. Silk, chains, pleasure and pain, love and rape. These were times when the aristocracy had the power of life and death over its servants. They were not slow to use it, either. Maids and footmen did what their masters told them or they didn’t keep their jobs for long. The castle stands way up in the Bavarian Alps and for weeks it’s shrouded by blizzards. Being thrown out with no money and just your summer clothing was a death sentence. But the servants should not be pitied too much. The place always attracted a certain type of employee. Read more »