collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’m in the editing process of erotic story I wrote in a fervor over the last day or two, hoping to make it fit for publishing. I’m looking for people interested in reading and giving some criticism and feedback. If you’re interested, shoot me a message and we can talk more.
The story is question features beast/dog elements as well as sister/sister incest.
Hello! Have someone you cannot help but think about fucking? Have a fetish you are dying to have played out? I am currently taking orders for custom kink/fetish literature!
At heart I have always been a creative writer. In the passed year I have began writing on commission for strangers over the internet and it’s proven itself to be more fulfilling than I had ever expected.
I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. Every story is 100% custom typed for you to meet your every desire.
If you are interested I would love to chat with you. Email: lilithkmae@gmail.com
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We met on Femdom.Dating. My profile was male submissive, she was (obviously) a female dominatrix. Her profile picture was of a pair of long, perfectly sculpted legs in fishnet hose; on her feet, four-inch black patent leather high heels. I instantly wanted to get down on my knees and worship their owner.
I couldn’t believe she wrote me first. The way it mostly goes on BDSM websites is that you write to a dozen mistresses, hear back from one, and ‘she’ turns out to be a ‘he’—some asshole jerking around male submissives around for shits and giggles. Unfortunately, our alternate, kinky universe attracts a perverse collection of posers and scam artists who cycle through dozens of profiles each month, ripping images of sexy models from the Internet and luring the unwary sub with phony profiles.
After a while, you can spot the fakes; frequently, they recycle the same boilerplate text, only using a different image of some porn star or a pretty girl off of Facebook. The alternate lifestyle websites try to detect and delete these fake profiles, but it’s impossible to keep up with the deluge.
So, it comes down to “let the member beware.” You really have no idea who you’re dealing with or where they are located. It might be some African teenager pretending to be a voluptuous blonde from Sweden. These scam artists prey on innocent submissives who long to obey their Master/Mistress, think it’s real and before long they’re hooked. Once the D/s relationship is established, they get reeled in like a fish on a line: “My husband died of liver cancer and I need help, wire money, slave.”
Submissives rightly become jaded and wary. And yet . . . and yet . . . hope springs eternal.
For me, hope paid off. Mistress Hunter’s message leaped from my laptop like an arrow shot through the heart. Why? Because it was obvious that she had actually read my profile and that she was a real lifestyle Mistress . . . one with a plan.
She wrote:
“Hello slave, you state you want to experience true submission to a dominant woman, and that you want it to be real, more than a scene. You seem sincere and your profile suggests a certain depth of character. I’m currently in my selection process for a new submissive. I prefer candidates from the Metro D.C. area, and will review them over the next week, so do not delay. You must respond via the email address below. Enter ‘Candidate 46’ in the subject line. Attach a recent face photo and your real-life job résumé. Write a short essay explaining why you seek this position and list any prior BDSM experience. You will address me as ‘Ms. Hunter’ in all correspondence.”
TEXT Based Game
“You’re a washed up ex-detective, living your life one bottle at a time when your old partner and estranged friend comes knocking. His son has gone missing, the police wont pursue the case, and he’s run out of leads, so he comes looking to call in an old favor.
You hear him out, even if you have no intention of helping him out. But then he offers you the only clue he has to the whereabouts of his son. A hand written letter with a return address of Wanton Cove, the very name of which dregs up memories of the last horrible case you worked, a case that was never solved.”
This build includes new art, new plot driven content related to both Mr Morichi and Vick, as well as other content having been added to the game!
Hope that you all enjoy!
NOTE: I wont have internet for about the next three days. If you see a bug, please report it, I’ll do my best to get a fix out on Sunday for anything reported.
Patreon Only Version (Includes Cheat Menu. Requires $1 Pledge to download):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/15511442
Public Version (Free Version):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/15511441
Eleven thirty-eight in the morning. That was the time I saw on the small digital clock sitting askew on the antique wood and gold nightstand. The room was still somewhat dark due to the thick champagne embroidered velvet curtains, but there were some rays of sun peeking in through the small openings, affording me some light to get a bearing on my surroundings.
The three of us were spread out over the king size bed. Pillows and blankets were both thrown haphazardly along with all of our clothes around the room in various messy piles, the only thing covering our naked bodies was the lone cream silk sheet left on the bed and our various limbs.
After my mind finally began to wake up, I found myself on my stomach in between both of them with one of his hands laying warmly on the middle of my back, the sound of light breathing tickling my ear. I smiled as I turned to my side, my body twinging at the slight soreness and my smile turned into a large grin at the tiny reminder my mind conjured up for me of our wild and crazy sex-filled evening; her beautiful moans as she came just from my tongue fluttering over her delicious pussy.
This is my first time posting, but I am a long time reader. While I probably have plenty of stories to share of my FM or FFM experiences.. my first one is a tribute to how much I love this subreddit. Some background… I am 23 years old, 5 feet 4 inches, weigh 115 lbs, have breasts that are in between being 32b or 32c. I am half Indian and half white, and most people can’t tell what race I am. Some guess Hispanic, some guess middle eastern, some guess correctly. I am often told I look “exotic.” I have tanned skin, dark and long curly hair, and big dark brown eyes.
Usually I can wait until I get home from work and collapse on my bed before I open r/gonewildstories, grab my little bullet vibrator, and make myself cum to the top posts of the day. But yesterday I didn’t do so well.
It was late at night on Tosil. Most of the planet was sleeping but if you liked to visit the hot new entertainment spots your evening was just starting to get good. The day had been a lazy Saturday like plenty of other days since my wings had been clipped but so far the evening had been interesting. I got a big tip from what had to be a Tusbeni arms dealer who seemed to enjoy getting to his destination five minutes before expected. His gold curved helmet informed me that he was Tusbeni but his enourmous business coat that could have hidden enough weapons to take on a Manticorps security team had me guessing about his profession for at least my next three fairs. The next client was a pair of girls who were excitedly finishing up their makeup in my cap while they talked about a new place opening up called King’s Fall. I made a point to check out the place my next Saturday off, figured it would be fun blowing off some steam but a man like me can almost always find some form of work with a new and inexperienced club owner. On Tosil the people who open up new clubs generally have no shortages of enemies or bodies to take care of to make sure they stay in their favored position. Of course when she came into my cab I forgot all about King’s Fall and the attractive girls who had been headed there.
So I finally decided to give this a shot – I love to write and I love sex so why the hell not share some of my recent experiences with you guys? (I’m on my phone so sorry if the formatting is shit!)
Background: My coworker and I are fwb and we usually hook up a few times a week, however recently both of us had been sick and he was away on vacation so today was our first time getting it on in about 3 weeks.
“No matter how unlikely I’ve fallen for everything that you might be, I’ve accepted that this mirage is nothing more than a figment of my imagination, but the threads of truth weaved in between means they look just strong enough for me to hang on too.”
I’ll make you touch that illusion;
Be intimate with that fantasy;
Entice that myth;
Feel the apparition & fill in every bit of your so called pipe dream.
I can provoke a few daydreams enhance nightmares to pleasure stares cause your worry to drift into the nether & intensify ecstasy that will force you willingly into the grips of its addiction.
I will be that apparition you say doesn’t exist.
Allow your curiosity be the fuel that takes you on this trip.
Just step out of your mind and into this room.
Only when I tie you up can you be set free of your insecurities.
You say what you’re looking for is impossible, are you willing to step out of reality?
You can return to the safety of real life at any time, but in this realm the pleasure you have doubted is waiting.
All I need is the time & your submission, I have what it takes to make you believe.”
Terms of Consent (Introduction to The Contract)
You want to experiment.
You want to experience a new level of pleasure.
You want to exceed your limits & achieve a new standard of bliss.
You want felicity & all related synonyms that exist.
You desire a tempo that changes your temperament.
You desire titillation of your curiosities and teasing of your senses.
You desire a cadence that demands your heart race so that your
lungs can’t catch its pace.
You desire closed eyes and unclothed temptations, missing judgments and revealed expectations.
You need a cessation of the norm and introduction to something exhilarating.
You need intellectual stimulation and invigorating conversation.
You need to be able to flee sanity and elude control.
You need to dream and wake to realize that your reality is you’ve been caught up in the rapture mixed with an elixir that cools your sense of caution and sets fire to your soul.
You want to be broken apart, you desire to be made whole, you need all of the above and can’t wait to find what’s below.