Desperate [m/f] [BDSM]

He walks back into the room, and finds her exactly as he left her. Tied up, blindfolded, a wet spot on the sheets between her legs. Helpless.

He brushes a hand over her arm and she stirs at his touch. He trails it up her arm, then down her body, between the valley of her breasts. She arches into him.

He pulls away.

She whimpers in protest, but stops when Sir squeezes her thigh.

“Little slut,” he says, his breath tickling her neck. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you? Making a mess of the sheets while you wait for me.”

He simultaneously pinches a nipple, hard, and slides his hand between her legs.

She grinds desperately against him, trying to get any friction, needing it.

But he holds himself just far enough away that all she can do is work herself up even more.

“Look at you.” He croons. “So fucking desperate that you’ll do anything for me, and I was only gone for a few minutes. Imagine how you’d react of I left you along for longer…”

She whimpers again.

My [29F] First Confession: my bf’s [29M] high school crush [32?F] came into town [FFM]

So this is my first post here after a couple years of lurking. I love reading about all (OK, some) of your sexcapades, and overall I really love how supportive and positive this community *can* be. Over the past couple years my bf and I have been trying to consume more ethical porn/erotica (both of us are typical millennial porn addicts), and written/amateur stuff often feels the most authentic and least exploitative. I decided it might be time for me to contribute to a community that has made me cum at least, like, eleven times. 🥰

About me: I really, really love threesomes (usually ffm but have done both), casual sex with my friends (men and women!), watching porn, mutual masturbation, and both giving/receiving oral (with anyone!). I love sneaking around (not cheating!), meeting couples with open relationships, and watching my bf with other women. I love stripping (watching and doing!), lap dances, sexy parties, and seeing my friends feeling confident in their sexiest outfits. Light BDSM can be really fun too! Most of all I love having sexy discussions with sexy friends, and I am pretty much always in at least one ongoing sext convo (usually just words, I’m kinda paranoid about sending/posting pics).

In a Flash (female pov, nc, age difference, kidnapping, bondage, creampie)

Trigger Warning!

While still being fantasy my NC stories often contain non-consensual scenes that can feel raw, or have realistic elements to them. I don’t want to upset anyone, or make them feel uncomfortable, so please use your discretion when choosing whether or not to read.

Thanks and enjoy! 😊

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It was a warm summer’s morning and I was making the most of a beautiful day before it got too hot out. Saturday market was in full swing when I finally arrived. I began weaving my way between crowded stalls looking for some fresh produce, and perhaps something colorful for my apartment window. Renting this close to the park felt worth it for days like today.

I gathered a few things I wanted for a salad for the week ahead. A couple of heads of lettuce, carrots, radish, cucumbers, and tomatoes. There was some small talk with an elderly man working his stand for a few minutes then I was off through the crowds again. Unfortunately for my budget nothing from those arrangements of flowers caught my eye. It just wasn’t the right season now I suppose. I did pick up some lavender honey however, since my mom’s birthday was fast approaching.

Hump Day

I find a good way to break up the weekday doldrums is to meet with a gentleman in town on work travel.

It was a Wednesday morning and I found myself in just that kind of mood – hungry for sex but not up to cultivating a big to do. I have found that businessmen are usually a good gamble for “one and done” meetups. They have the motivation and means to play. Their time away from their wives/girlfriends is unaccounted for and there is no rush to play and get going. You can often take all night – and I love going all night. (It’s a pity that men can never truly go all night but that’s a lamentation for another day.)

This particular Wednesday I fired up the handy dandy hotwife hookup app. I scrolled through the “Hot Donuts Now” section (as I call it.) This is a section dedicated to posts looking to meetup that day. I scrolled through a few until I landed on one that caught my eye. Standing a reported 5’11” (read 5’10”), weighing in at 185 lbs and with a very nice physique in his profile pic – I was prompted to reach out. I messaged him and included some pictures and said I would very much like to meet with him that night to see where things led. I then asked to see some pictures of his face…

That Time Lisa Convinced Her Boyfriend to Enslave Her For A Threesome, Part Two (f/f/m) (Slave) (Bondage) (Twins)

As his car pulled up outside of Lisa’s apartment, Kyle wondered one last time how he’d let his girlfriend talk him into this. It wasn’t like he found their sex life unsatisfying in the least. The two had known each other for years, and if there was one person he trusted in this world truly and completely, it was Lisa.

Which was why he’d been so surprised when she told him what she wanted. To be enslaved, treated as a pet or an object. The idea turned her on, she said. It made her wet. She knew that it would only be a game. She didn’t actually want to be his slave. But for a night or two, she would enjoy being chained down and ravished by him like she had no choice in the matter.

That was the word she had used. ‘’Ravished’’. Like it was some eighteenth century novel! Lisa could be intense sometimes when her heart was set on something. Hearing his girlfriend talk about how much she wanted him to chain her up and have his way for her certainly made him hard but at the same time, he was reluctant. The idea of treating Lisa like a slave was weird to him and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do it. She wanted him to be cruel, dominant. But Kyle was worried this would feel to him like a betrayal. He loved her too much for that.

PARANORMAL UNDERGROUND SPIRIT SEEKERS: A WEEKEND AT ASMODAL 2/3 [trigger warning][emotional][ptsd][coping][bdsm][haunted][hotel][exhib][alcohol][raw][visceral][orgy][ffm][mf]

PARANORMAL UNDERGROUND SPIRIT SEEKERS

CASE: A WEEKEND AT ASMODAL INN DAY 2 OF 3

[Part One Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ubdkf3/paranormal_underground_spirit_seekers_a_weekend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Author’s note: This story is primarily about Joel learning to cope with new realities. PTSD is near to me since I am a combat vet. A lot of the things that Joel experiences are my own… Granted, not in such a sexy environment. No, I am not Joel, I’m Paul… not my real first name.

NARRATIVE:

There’s something about a thunderstorm that reaches into us and touches the deepest, most primal parts of our humanity. The full fury of mother natures wrath on display in all its beauty, at least for most. In his younger days, he would love to sit and watch and listen to natures fury. Now though, he had witnessed, first hand, man’s fury against man after man had learned to harness natures power, giving him no control over either. His heart pounded within his chest and his skin prickled and sweat poured from every gland, every flash of lightning, every crash of thunder, detaching more and more of his reality. His control over his world and over himself slipped away into nothing.

Wants & Limits – a BDSM Short Story

A narrated version is available on my website

[https://samanthajwright.com/2022/04/27/wants-limits-a-bdsm-narrated-story/](https://samanthajwright.com/2022/04/27/wants-limits-a-bdsm-narrated-story/)

‘What do you want?’ my Dom says suddenly.

I’m intrigued about the surfacing of this question. It has risen up from a glassy sea like a periscope – a sea that was full of his wants and needs formerly; our sex is his to control, not mine. My role is to serve.

I don’t know what to do with the question. It could mean so many things. I’m lying on the carpet beneath him, hair splayed out, thinking in this second he has specific responses in mind and he won’t like what’s on mine if I spill.

Perhaps he means what physical act do I need and want from him? They are easy enough answers. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s finally picked up on the fact that I feel I cannot be free enough with him. He is guarded. A castle surrounded by a moat – you may fuck and be fucked but you cannot enter further. Don’t touch me here. Don’t behave like that. You must say these things but never that.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 263-265) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 263: Cum-Pleasures of Brittany and Natalie (18++)

“Ah!” Bob let out a barely audible sound of pain from feeling the pressure of teeth against the shaft of his hard cock.

“Ahn! I’m-Sorrhuah!” Brittany instantly let Bob’s cock out of her mound to apologize (and to prevent another “biting” incident), but instead, she found herself moaning from pleasure. Her rock-hard futanari clit-dick that had been ignored for several minutes was now getting a sensual handjob by Natalie.

Brittany remembered that she craved stimulation of her new cock just as much—No, even more than she wanted to suck. After all, Brittany started sucking participant Number Sixty-nine while she fantasized about getting sucked off. Brittany wanted cum. But cum would also flow from her swelling cock just as easily.

My moms friend Tamara [lesbian] [bdsm] [age gap]

I’m 22 years younger than her and she’s my mother’s best friend. According to my mother, they talk about everything and have no secrets from each other, but I know that is not true. Tamara has at least one thing that she keeps hidden from my mother. Me.

When I was still living at home, I occasionally looked after her children. Either when she and her husband were going out on romantic evenings, or if she had to go to some meetings in the evening.

Tamara is married to Lars. they have been married an eternity and have two daughters together. Lars travels a lot in his line of work and everyone in the neighborhood knows that Lars is a cheeter, but they keep together for the sake of the daughters.

[MF] Face fucked by Daddy

TW: Pocketknife
Also features a BDSM dynamic.

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Feeling your cock stiffen in your pants as I grind in your lap. Feeling the heat and wetness grow between my thighs, knowing that your warm, hard cock is only inches away. The cure for my craving. The only thing that can satisfy me. Inches away from my waiting pussy. Hiking my dress up as you grab and rip my soaked panties, giving you easy access to my needy pussy. Feeling your cock pressing through, between my pussy lips, coating it in my wetness and juices as you grab and pull ravenously at my breasts and clothing.

Moaning in my ear you say “what a pathetic whore for Daddy. Always so needy and wet for me”, before tilting my head toward you, my neck elongated, and meeting your lips to mine. As our mouths meet, you gently circle my clit, listening to me moan and whine against your mouth in pleasure, your hard cock still resting between my soaking pussy lips, unmoving. My pussy begging me to move so I can slip you inside, I try to grind on your cock and you deliver a hard smack across my face. You break our kiss and breathily say, “Oh no princess, you don’t get to play with that yet”. I whine and whimper in response, begging for you to allow me to move. My hips instinctively bucking under the constant pleasure and pressure on my clit.