Downshift Into Her Pants [M/F]

Street racing is an art. A dangerous art. You need to be precise, you need to commit and most of all you need to have a really nice car. If you don’t have any of those, you can lose a race and/or lose your life.

I own a 2007 Subaru WRX Sti, the Hawkeye as it’s dubbed, and I’ve sunk more or less 10 grand into it. It’s bumblebee yellow and black with a carbon fiber hood, and the last time I took it on the Dyno it puts out about 450 whp and 315 lbs. of torque. It’s eye catching, that’s for sure, and I never back down from a race.

The car scene in my city isn’t as big as, say, Los Angeles or Miami. There’s a few of us here and we know each other very well, but not enough that we’re best friends or anything.

So I’m coming home from a meet, a brisk Saturday night at about 1AM. I usually drive relaxed and chill, not doing anything crazy. That is until a pair of bright blue Xenon headlights came in from behind me. I thought it was someone that wanted to get ahead, and me driving the actual speed limit I decided to go into the right lane and allow this driver to pass. But no, it followed me to the right. I finally get it.

THE DICHOTOMY BETWEEN LOVERS (F/F)

Do you ever look at someone and think that she’s the most beautiful creature of our existence? That her orbit completely derailed you into the tension of her sweet lips? The urge to just want to know everything about her, and yet figure out what’s underneath the alcohol, the sexual tension, and her mommy issues. I met her at an art gallery, and the tension could be cut with a knife. Her glasses hid the darkness in her eyes, which hide the inner deep meaning of her soul. The teasers of her soul would be when she would entertain her vices. I for one loved the mess she was and wanted her anyway. She was a tomboy with such a great sense of style. That is what gravitated me most to her.

We knew each other through our friends in the galleries and followed each other on social media. She had beautiful black onyx hair, a broken demeanor, and these circular black glasses that if you looked closed enough, you can see the broken prospects you will feel for her. We approached each other amongst friends and I think we both knew. She stood up at my height and she wandered off to look at one of the pieces. Her eyes were inviting me to come closer; to feel her presence come into me. I follow her and we converse about the painting. She begins to smile brokenly and say.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 1-2) [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.

## 1: After Death

“Pardon?”

“I said, I want you to reincarnate me in a generic fantasy world with a game-like system as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and irresistible smile.”

“Wh-wh… hah?” the blonde, scantily-clad goddess with full lips and giant tits appeared to be malfunctioning.

“You can’t do it?” the old man asked, disappointed. He thought the meaning of the goddess’s phrase “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation” was pretty straightforward. The old man took a sip from the teacup the goddess offered him when he awoke in her garden, sitting at a round golden table, opposite of the goddess.

“I-I-I… What’s a futanari?” Luluna finally asked. Yes, the big-tittied goddess’s name was Luluna.

“You don’t know?” the old man, Simon, was legitimately surprised.

“Should I?”

Mile high club pt.5

There wasn’t much of the movie left after we finished our fun. So we decided to just ditch it. We walked down the dimly lit stairs to the exit door of the theater. Nora, blushing violently red, still had vestiges of my love on her face. 

She kept her head down and walked behind me. There weren’t many people in the lobby. Maybe three or four groups standing about, waiting on their movie.

Nora did her best to not be seen, I smiled. We walked past a group, two older ladies, they gave us a weird look but didn’t say anything. I felt her hand clasp mine like she didn’t want to be alone.

I held her hand and we got out of the theater. There was a line beginning to form at the entrance. That cute bored-looking girl was doing her job dutifully. She saw us leave, and she let out a little sly smile.

I smiled back at her and we started to walk back to the car. 

“I can’t believe this.” I can barely hear her, she’s whispering.

“What was that?” I ask.

She looks up, globs of cum still stuck to her. “I can’t believe this.”

Becoming the best employee (MF) PART 1

I grew up in a very catholic family, went to church every sunday, went to an all girls catholic school. You get the picture.

I’m not saying I was the perfect child growing up, but compared to my friends, I was a saint. My girl friends were curious and wanted to try everything, Sex, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. I won’t lie, I was curious as well, but I could never be as bold as they were. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, but it did not go too well. I was so shy I refused to even kiss him. Being the horny teenager that he was, he grew impatient and ended up breaking up with me. I was heartbroken and it took me years to date anyone again.

I’m now 22, in college, studying law part time and I also work in a small law firm with a handful of employees. I’m still a virgin. I have a huge crush on one of the guys in my class but he is in a pretty serious relationship, so, off limit. At this point, i’m pretty sure i’ll die a virgin.

A good day [cage, horror]

Today is the first day of the semester for my favorite professor. I can tell because there is a little bit more food in my bowl and not so much lint near the edges of my cage. I’ve been in this cage for many weeks now. My skin has started to conform to the bars since I can barely move. No one knows I’m here since there is a heavy blanket around the cage so no smell can get out. I can’t speak as the professor has surgically removed my vocal chords. I use a bucket to relieve myself.

Twice a week we get to go on an adventure. I being of small stature, am placed inside a tote bag. Then we take a ride to an abandoned house. Gives me a chance to stretch my legs. The professor has designed a special mount to tie me down. I mentioned my skin conforming to the bars, often the clamps that hold me down cut into my deformed skin.

Sweet Revenge

M4f
Hello, I am looking for 18+ female writers…. Descriptive and detailed. No one liners and no minors. Kinks:- Abuse, Humiliation, Non-con, drugs, pet play, training, corruption, mind break, etc. Limits:- scat, vomit, gore, vore, furry and death.

Plot:- Sweet Revenge

How about we know each other and in our past and we hate each other…. How about you become a successful person and famous person(writer/singer/actor/banker/etc) and I lost everything like my job, home etc due to my bad behaviour and attitude… (I wanna play a jobless and homeless guy.) My character is looking for a job and he came to know about you or somehow he got information about you. When he noticed that you are a successful person, he scorched in jealousy. He decided to use you and extort money from you at first. So that he could live like a king. He was a computer scholar! He creates your nude pics after editing and convinces you that he took your nude pics while you are taking bath or changing clothes…. He will blackmail you, corrupts you and make you his slave…. You will be the slave of a person you hate the most….. Just an idea!!!! Let me know if you wanna add or change anything!!!!

Ship Control 6 – Mf, Mind Control, Humiliation, Light BDSM, Dubcon

This is part 6 in a series. I don’t think I can link to the others here, but the readeranonerotica subreddit has an index stickied at the top with the rest of the series. I hope you enjoy.

“Yuna”, if you are out there, I know this is beyond what you paid for, with your dignity, and I hope you don’t mind if I take the story in a new direction.

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Yuna drifted in the most delightful dream. Totally helpless and at Henry’s mercy. At the mercy of his power. Henry tracing his hands along her skin, leaving no milometer untouched. Henry’s fingers finding their way into her every sacred space. His cock sliding into her. His words, his power, reverberating through her. Fucking.

As she drifted up, towards consciousness, the ache in her body, the ache from hours of hard sex. Sex like she had never had in her life. Except, no, they had only had sex the one time, in the shower. Not hours? Not enough to make her ache like this. Not enough for her to feel bruises.

Future wife sucked my cock when I caught her with her boyfriend at a party

My wife Charlotte and I went to college together at NYU in the mid 2000s but didn’t start “dating” or get married until a decade after school. We fucked a few times in fall of freshman semester and after that we were occasional sexual partners, including the following:

I was at a NYE party in a Brooklyn at a loft building and the two apartments on the top floor were having a joint thing. I don’t know if it started that way, but people were going in between both places, doors open, drugs being had, etc.

I was headed up to the roof to smoke a joint at about 3am, after most of the party had gone home, and was intending to head back to my own place right afterwards. I had just sparked up and was enjoying the beautiful manhattan skyline when I heard the unmistakeable ‘ulk ulk ulk’ of a college girl getting her throat penetrated. I turned around and saw a classmate I kinda knew with his hand around a girl’s ponytail and pushing her head down on his cock. He saw me notice and did the kinda bro nod thing. I turned around politely and kept smoking until he said “can I hit that?”

A Star Returns: Chapter One [MFF] [Interracial] [Straight Sex] [Cheating] [Wedding Day] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Implants] [Curvy Women]

“Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around at the large room. There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.

“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.

“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head; it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.

“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.

“Yeah,” I shook my head.

It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.