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Slut gets an unexpected initiation. [Mdom/fsub][bdsm]

"How do you like Amber's tongue in your pussy, slut?" I ask her as I roughly pinch her nipples- watching her face contort with every flick of her swollen buds.

"Mmhmmphmphugh," she moans in reply. Saliva and cum dripping from the sides of her mouth as she tries to voice her pleasure.

Of course, she couldn't verbally answer me, as I'd ring gagged her so I could shove my cock down her throat whenever I pleased, and blindfolded her for good measure. Not that it would matter anyway. My questions were all rhetorical- and whether she liked it or not, I would do whatever I wanted to her. This time though, she definitely liked it. I was slightly surprised at how turned on she was for her first time with another woman, but then again sluts love all sex. Read more »

The bartender

[First attempt at writing erotica, CCW]

Mona walked up to the door and rang the bell; a handsome bearded man with honey coloured eyes answered the door. "Are you the bartender?"

"Yes, sir." She replied with a perky smile on her face. Her eyes were like emeralds and her smile was infectious; she seemed sweet and innocent despite being covered in tattoos and having facial piercings–they all just seemed to fit together, despite most indie girls Jason had seen.

"Well, I'm glad that you came. It's kinda hard finding someone to work at a party like this."

"Oh, I'm not picky at all! You guys have fun and I'll make sure to stay out of the way as much as possible."

The inside of Jason's house was decorated with assorted shackles, couches, planks, and toys. An actual bar was in the back of the living room, near the kitchen. "Do you all actually have sex at these types of parties?" Mona's eyebrow raised high and she fidgeted with her backpack.

"They're mostly for display," Jason said with a smirk. Read more »

Sext Daddy [MF] [BDSM]

The text alert was set to vibrate. In theory, it was because she didn’t want to interrupt the class. Finals were next week, she had to pay attention.

But in reality, she knew it was because she wanted to feel the tingle, the jolt of excitement the moment his message came in. She carefully pulled the phone out of her front pocket, and saw one message waiting. A text from “Daddy.”

It wasn’t her real Daddy. It was just someone she met online. It started off innocently enough, an almost vanilla sexting affair. But she couldn’t resist. She had to try, at least once with him. She finally worked up the nerve to call him daddy, then felt smothered by the anticipation of waiting. Every second ticked by, until finally he replied back, calling her his little girl.

She wanted to ask for more. She wanted to beg for him to call her a dirty whore, to describe her getting spanked, to tell her what to do. But she didn’t want to lose her Daddy. So she took what she could get.

Today’s text was a bit tame, a simple “What are you wearing?” Read more »

Two Working Girls [MFF][Pros][Threesome]

The full story can be found here. Please comment with feedback (even something as simple as "I enjoyed this story" are welcome), any constructive criticism is always excellent! Thank you for reading!

He took the ticket, his hands trembling. The clerk nodded, dismissed him with a nonchalant gesture to the elevator, and called for the next client. Before he could react, the line shoved him to the side, so he walked to the elevator, staring at the other clients. They looked back with cool eyes, full of disinterest. A dozen men packed into the elevator, doors closed, and the elevator began to climb. Soft music played through invisible speakers, washing over the pink carpet and the small oil paintings of beautiful women.

His nostrils twitched. The entire elevator was perfumed…jasmine and honeysuckle filled the tiny space. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine a garden, filled with flowers of every color, glowing in the sunset. But the Temple of Venus offered different kinds of flowers…despite his nerves, he shivered, eyes riveted to the display above the doors. Read more »

The Throne [Str8][MF][BDSM]

I was expecting coffee, maybe a biscuit. I got far more than I bargained for. It all started when I met a woman on the Internet. About my age, she had similar interests and seemed nice. We talked, we got on; but we differed hugely in one aspect of life. Whereas I had always had a relatively unimaginative sex life, she had experimented. Some of the things she told me fascinated and horrified me in equal measure. One fateful day, I happened to be in her neck of the woods on business and I suggested meeting for a coffee. She declined but invited me to stop by her house instead. I wasn't going to but as I thought about the stories she'd told me during the long hours on the motorway, I decided I would. I would meet this woman and see what she was like. After all, it's easy to be anything, or anyone, when you're hiding behind the anonymity of the Internet. Read more »

Rain [MF][Light BDSM]

She leans back with a smile like she could do no wrong, kicking the bubbling water up in the air with a flick of her ankle. Her eyes never leave mine, or at least it feels that way. Coming to me or running away is all the same. Every time I look at her she's there, smiling, eyes wide as the moon.

The Girl Next Door crosses and uncrosses her legs in the jacuzzi making sure to flick water at my face with every motion. When I tell her to stop she mock pouts and says that I should be nicer to her. “You can't even swim,” she says, splashing the water with her hands and trying to look demure. “What if you started drowning? You'd need me to save you.

I grunt some response and she seems pleased with herself that she got any kind of reaction at all. She arches her chest and shows off her breasts in the bikini top and then winks when she catches me looking. I tell her that I only looked because she was trying to get me to. “I only tried to get you to look so I could catch you,” she tells me. Read more »

“We’re Not Role-Playing”, Part One [MF, BDSM, Control, Intellectual, Foreplay, Oral, Anal]

"We're Not Role-Playing": A Story About 'Submission' Told in Two Parts

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Author's Note:

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I'll keep this brief. What follows is the story of a Man and a Woman* and their . It is as simple as that. Inspiration is credited to the lovely Bosslady24 and the gorgeous pictures on her account. Find her in the comments below if you'd like to see what I imagined when I wrote the character of the Woman.*

"We're Not Roleplaying" will be told in two parts. PM's regarding suggestions for *Part Two are always welcome and if I like your idea, I'll credit you for it in Part Two. Thanks for reading!*

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PROLOGUE: The Light-Switch, .i

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"Do you see the light-switch? Over by the mini-fridge." The Man pointed to the patch of wall-paper next to the hotel-room's TV. The Woman nodded, knowing silence would better express her submission than her words ever could.

The Man sat in the sofa-chair, holding a glass of Gin on the arm-chair and caressing the Woman's head, which rested against knee, with his free hand. Once or twice, the Man's large wedding-ring had caught in her hair, pulling it, but the Woman didn't mind much. She was curled-up around the Man's dress-shoes, arms around his ankles, legs spread out on the carpet. Read more »

Rise [MF][light BDSM]

Pinning you down is my favorite part.

It's especially true when I telegraph that I'm going to do it. That I show you, tell you, that it's coming so that you can put up the biggest, best fight you have in you. So when your eyes narrow and your breath quickens and your muscles are bristling with all that extra strength and I sweep it away? Push you down into the position I want you in like you're not even there? That way you know that I own you. And we can call it whatever you'd like and we can pretend it doesn't happen, whatever it takes to sooth your ego and make you want it again.

But we both know the truth when I do it. As strong as you get, as smart as you are and as dedicated to the fight as you can be—the moment I want to take you, I can.

So keep struggling, keep grunting, keep narrowing your eyes at me like you're not claimed. I want that part of it, too. I want to gaze into your fire with my perfect calm and demonstrate again that you're being taken. That you cannot clasp your legs together tight enough that I can't pry them apart. That you can't push your arms against mine to move them as I do. Read more »

The Safe Word (Light BDSM)

I love reading the stories posted here, so I thought I'd contribute. Let me know what you think!

The Safe Word (Light BDSM)

Raina had driven from her dorm to this unfamiliar part of town because she wanted to try something new, and as she stepped out of her car, she reminded herself again that even though the whole weekend was blocked out for this “adventure,” it was all her idea and she could back out at any time.

“Just say the ‘safe word’ and everything ends,” she repeated to herself.

For as long as she had even known about sex, the shy, pretty coed had had shameful sexual fantasies. Alone in her room late at night, she dreamed of a faceless man taking total control of her, bringing out her hidden desires, tying her up, “forcing” her to do all the nasty, naughty things she knew she would love… but she was a nice girl, with nice friends and a nice family, so she was embarrassed to tell anyone about her secret desires. No one on earth knew how badly she needed to get fucked hard and dirty, how her pussy dripped when she even thought of a strong man taking control of her… But she decided on her 22nd birthday that the time had come to see what would happen if she actually lived out her secret desires. She was brave a few minutes ago, safe in her car, but now, as she closed the door behind her and made her way down the dark street, she was wondering if this had been such a good idea. Read more »

Mindsc@pe [mf] [bdsm] [petplay] [cake] [tentacles]

I have been working on this story for a while, it's up to chapter ten but I'm still going (47k words). It started as a piece for a friend, but has kinda grown since then.

The premise is a young man suffers trauma which causes him the ability to cross into another person's mind. What he finds is that when people are given a circumstance where there are no ramifications to their actions, their horny side tends to come out to play.

Posting all of the parts to Literotica.com has taken a long time, but they're finally all up there; the website only approves one submission per author per day and it took a couple of days for them to start. That said, I have requested an address change on all chapters due to them replacing the @ with a – in the automatic web address naming thing.

This is where you can find chapter one Go here if the above link doesn't work I am waiting for the addresses to all update before linking the next part at the bottom of each chapter, but you should be able to find the next chapters in the sidebar. Read more »