Clementina, Part XI [erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, anal, lactation, MF, incest(m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

This story assumes you have read all previous nine parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

There may be a break before the next part is posted as I might have to make an unplanned trip out of town in the coming days. If that is the case, I will pick up when I return.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.

Thank you!

This story begins immediately after Part X ends.

Clementina, Part XI

Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)

The first part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.

Only 1 Way To Celebrate Our Anal-versary

Ten years to the day. That’s how long Julie and I had been together and on the whole they had been ten good years. We are still best friends and the sex is better now than ever, I regularly laugh at my friends who complain how their partners systematically remove sexual acts from their repertoire as the relationship progresses, I had been in a couple of those in the past myself. The rot usually begins once you start to live together, blow jobs are the first to go and then the willingness to try out new things, until finally you get to the stage where she just asks you to pull her night shirt back down when you’re done. It had never been like that with Julie though, sex was still as fresh and exciting as it always was and it is showing no signs of flagging. There aren’t many things we haven’t tried over the last ten years although there are still a couple of things I would like to try that are taboo’s as far as Julie is concerned, but I don’t push things, after all I don’t think I would enjoy it if Julie wasn’t really into it.

Frogtied friend (MFF) (MF) (FF) (Bondage) (BDSM) (Anal) (Mdom) (Fsub)

I got a text from a number I didn’t know, from someone that I didn’t know. 

_Hi my name is Fernanda and I am a friend of Andrea’s_

_Hi, is there something wrong with her since I saw her last?_

_No I think you might think a lot is right actually! I will meet you at your hotel_

I wait slightly confused at the lobby to my hotel waiting for this mysterious lady, Fernanda, who will bring me to you in whatever state you are in. I patiently wait until I feel a small tap on my shoulder from a small little hourglass figured typically beautiful Mexican girl.

“You must be Jerry. Over 6ft tall, blonde hair and blue eyed, and looking confused. I’m Fernanda” she says.

I admire her soft curved features more closely now that we are up close with each other. Like Andrea you are a small little sexy senorita with a killer smile that would melt metal. You grab my arm and we hop outside to grab a taxi. You bundle we in the back and sit right next to me despite the large car being empty except for the driver.

Frogtied friend (MFF) (MF) (FF) (Bondage) (BDSM) (Anal) (Mdom) (Fsub)

I got a text from a number I didn’t know, from someone that I didn’t know. 

_Hi my name is Fernanda and I am a friend of Andrea’s_

_Hi, is there something wrong with her since I saw her last?_

_No I think you might think a lot is right actually! I will meet you at your hotel_

I wait slightly confused at the lobby to my hotel waiting for this mysterious lady, Fernanda, who will bring me to you in whatever state you are in. I patiently wait until I feel a small tap on my shoulder from a small little hourglass figured typically beautiful Mexican girl.

“You must be Jerry. Over 6ft tall, blonde hair and blue eyed, and looking confused. I’m Fernanda” she says.

I admire her soft curved features more closely now that we are up close with each other. Like Andrea you are a small little sexy senorita with a killer smile that would melt metal. You grab my arm and we hop outside to grab a taxi. You bundle we in the back and sit right next to me despite the large car being empty except for the driver.

I fucked my wife in the ass outside under the stars. [MF]

After many years of reading these I figured I would take a shot at writing one myself.  I figured I would start with the best sexual experience I have ever had.

My wife and I have been together for ten years now, married for almost 8.  This happened about 5 years ago, right around our anniversary.  We decided to go into the city and bar hop, really live it up like we used to before jobs and responsibilities and everything else.  We live in the suburbs of a fairly large city, and the best way to get to the best bar hopping spot was Uber.  The neighborhood is kind of quirky and artsy with lots of random stores and a lot of themed restaurants. We Ubered up there and got started in a wine bar.

To help you better visualize, I am a generic looking white guy, average height and kind of slim.  I was slimmer back then, and probably had some perma-stubble to go with my short brown hair.  My wife is a little shorter than me and has been told on multiple occasions by multiple people that she has a more than passing resemblance to Pam from The Office.  Her hair is more brown than red, but you get the idea.  Similar build, face, smile, and all that. We are both pretty introverted.  She is the most patient person I know, and she is now but was not at the time the mother of my two children. And one last thing, she gets crazy horny when she is drunk. 

[T] (he/him, 19, transguy) finally fucked after a year

so i haven’t been fucked in almost a year (because of the pandemic) and my boy pussy’s been craving a real cock… i finally got fucked and my fave thing was when i was on all fours and my partner’s balls were pounding against my clit while they stretched my pussy ? of course i didn’t last too long and came around their cock like a pathetic little slut

i reeeeally wanna do anal with them so i can make those balls soaked with my wetness and hear the sound of their balls slapping my wet boy pussy

and they could pin me down, grind that cock deep into my virgin asshole and feel their heavy balls rubbing against my soaking pussy and sensitive clit

My [F] Amsterdam Experience

It gets NSFW after the dots

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Back in the good old days before Covid (2018) I (F) did a semester abroad in Europe. Specifically Vienna, Austria. A little background story: I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family; Mass everyday, Rosary every Saturday, private Catholic highschool, etc. But, as it often happens in that kind of upbringing, I went wild in college. I still lived with my parent but I found ways to sneak out to drink, party and have fun. I have lots of crazy stories about that but the one I’ll be telling today is of the time I bought my first dildo.

As I said, I went to Europe for a semester. I was 19 at the time and it was the first time I lived completely by myself; no parents, siblings, cousins, grandma etc. to watch over me. I was free to do whatever I wanted. As flights are pretty cheap in Europe, I would travel once or twice a month for a weekend to a different country and I would stay in hostels so I didn’t spend so much money. For one of my trips I went to Amsterdam for a weekend. Beautiful city, delicious food, I really enjoyed my short time there and definitely recommend it. It is not a city for kids though, the Red District is very, very NSFW. You walk down the streets and there are prostitutes in every window (it’s legal there), sex shops in every corner and stores where you can buy all kinds of edibles, blunts, mushrooms and other drugs. I even saw two guys doing some coke in broad daylight.

Your Side of the Bed [D/s] [M/f] [playing while you’re gone] [home early] [anal] [toys]

Sometimes when you’re away, I sleep on your side of the bed. It’s almost always because I miss you and something about your side of the bed just makes me feel closer to you when you’re gone. Perhaps it’s your pillow, or simply sleeping in the space you usually occupy.

Rarer times, I fall asleep there on your side spent after playing with the toys I usually have no use for because you’re here. They’re kept in the nightstand on your side of the bed.

You’re excited to sleep in your own bed and to surprise me by being home early. You imagine my happy expression in the morning when I awaken and you’re already back. You’ve just gotten home in the late hours of the night after catching a sooner flight, arriving at 1am instead of 3pm.

You quietly entered our bedroom, shoes already off to make as little noise as possible. I don’t stir, deep in sleep in the dead of the night.

You’re shining your phone’s flashlight around to maneuver about without bumping into things, obstructing a generous portion of the light with your finger to not disturb me.

True Erotica Series – Late Again Pt. 1/2 (Dom POV) [M/F, D/s, spanking, domestic discipline]

*Disclaimer: This series is based on real people and events from my consenting D/s relationship. Certain details have been altered or fabricated for anonymity and story flow. Please note this type of dynamic took years to cultivate and requires a strong foundation of trust, constant communication, and continued negotiation; don’t try this at home without the same.*

**5:00 p.m.**

She (u/lettilovecraft) is late. *Again.* Why am I not surprised? My kickboxing class was full except for her empty spot. I turned on my mic and started the warm-up off with some squats.

I told her I was going to punish her next time she was late. And I’m going to. She asked me to help her be more punctual, she’s late to everything. Some of our friends even call her Letti Late-a-Lot, albeit lovingly. Everyone always seemed to forgive her character flaw. To be fair, it’s almost impossible not to forgive her; she has a way of manipulating others by acting sweet and innocent. I’m also going to forgive her, but I already decided that I was going to correct the behavior first. It was for her own good.

Christmas miracles [MF]

Let us go back to a time, pre COVID. To a time when meeting a person didn’t involve staying 6 feet apart with face masks, to a time where if you wanted casual sex it didn’t mean just doggy or reverse cowgirl or even weirder moves. Let us have a holly jolly Christmas (and if you don’t observe Christmas that’s okay too).

I’m at home on leave from the military and like everyone always says it sucks going home. Well it sucks for those of us that left in the first place because we have broken homes and don’t realize that leave would be better spent going on an actual vacation and not reliving past trauma *oh wait you aren’t a therapist……* It’s Christmas night, and after a rousing game of guilt tripping and shitty feelings being passed around white elephant style I retire to the spare bedroom because I’ve had enough. I don’t have any hookups in my hometown and the dating apps are bare because….well it’s Christmas and people aren’t as broken as me. So I do what any good person does: post to craigslist and wait for bots to spam my email before retiring to stroking myself off and going to bed. I make sure to include not a dick pic and elaborate in my posting to make sure the bots really appreciate my well thought out ad.