My Dark Fantasy [Part 2] [Mdom/Fsub] [bd]

You can find Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k88hmv/my_dark_fantasy_mf_sexual_tension_subdom/). If you’re interested in reading a Part 3 or possibly even more, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

 

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One week passed, and all I could think about was that day with Jason. How his skin had felt on my tongue, the touch of his hot breath on my neck, the coolness of the wood flooring underneath my knees. I spent a bit more time on *Dark Fantasy* but, in my mind, I already knew what I wanted. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to break me in.

Ever since we met, I felt this urge to message him about what happened and to arrange another meet-up, but every time I picked up the phone my mind went blank. What was I supposed to say to him? He had told me to “do some research” and I had, but I was no closer to understanding him.

[M]y first orgy/swinger party

Hey everyone, I’ve been lurking for a while and thought I’d finaly post something for you to enjoy.

I was around 19-20 (I just turned 27) when this took place. I had just graduated high school and had no clue what to do with my life. After some thought I decided to work for a while and then go to college. As time went on I worked damn near everywhere; for a construction company installing house wiring, HVAC with a family friend, retail at a HotTopic, as a waiter at Applebee’s, a gas station attendant, and a ranch hand. Finally, a friend of mine told me that the renaissance fair was looking for people. As a kid I always loved going to the fair the costumes, the food, everything. So I went to the auditions and tried out for the role of prince and a cabin boy for the pirate captain’s cabin boy. After my audition I hung out with the other people there, introduced myself and made small talk. Obviously most of them knew each other as they had been working the fair for years so seeing someone new at auditions was probably a big deal for them.

Holly’s Tales…Part 1

Hope you enjoy, it gets drawn out a little. Going to add these in states if there’s enough interest. My first attempt and I’ve been allowed to post it here, so here goes…

Holly’s Tales

I’m sitting in a large, black wooden chair in his office, my hospital gown exposing my bare skin to the cold wood every time I try to get comfortable. My therapist looks at me. I can’t stand him. I know what he wants to happen here, today. He’s’ been asking me for months. What he wants to hear so he can go home and jack off to his notes in the bathroom alone because his sex life dried up years ago. A virtual Sahara in the bedroom I’m sure. I could fill his head with more than he bargained for. I don’t want to. I want to lie and make up something, but I haven’t been allowed to lie in over five years. Honestly I’m not sure if I know how anymore. Yet, the courts ordered this circus and if I ever want out, he’s going to have to get what he wants.

[FMM] Sex for drugs on vacation

11 months ago my husband and I vacationed from Boston to Jamaica in the Caribbean. It was a New Years vacation package tour. We are Caucasians. We did two things we never did before. We had sex with each other publicly, on an adult beach. We also had some group swap encounters with couples of another race. I responded to **all** of this with unusual (for me) enthusiasm. I thought we were OK with it all. On the way home husband said repeatedly that “it was worth every penny” and that “we’ll do another island next year”.

I do not think he planned what happened. We were guests at an adult resort that allowed locals with paid “memberships” to come on the property to use the restaurants, pools. Our first night drinking and dancing (and drinking; where has rum been all my life?) we met a local couple in the nightclub on the resort. They came back to our room to share their drugs with us. We ended up swapping spouses in our room.

The time we (F21) & (M22) fucked on a church balcony [FM]

This is our first post! We (Monica & Leo) will be telling you the same story from both a [F] and [M] perspective, we hope you enjoy!

Monica:

On a brisk Fall Tennessee night, I was getting together, again, with Leo who was a Senior at my college, while I was a junior. One of my favorite things at the time about our hooking-up relationship was that there was rarely any drugs or alcohol involved. We could have fun in any situation together- all kinds of it. And this one particular night was a great example of that. I had introduced him that semester to how fun it can be to have sex in new places, and let me tell you- once he grew accustomed, having sex outside and in public places became a favorite activity of ours.

On this Fall night, we decided to climb to the top of our school’s chapel to spend some time together and have sex in one of the outer corridors of the roof. We climbed under the door and up the spiral staircase, and then snuck onto the roof level with a condom in hand, distant voices of people walking to and from our dining hall, and with the stars and light from inside the chapel leading our way.

The day that changed everything, the day I learned about BBC. [F]

It’s Thursday night and I am having a hard time sleeping as I lay here in bed, my stomach is jumping with butterflies as my mind keeps racing to tomorrow and my meeting up with Markus(Gym partner). I have spent every moment since that text inviting me over to his place contemplating if I would actually show up or just not show and make up an excuse. It is really a waste of my time and unnecessary struggle/stress as I know deep down inside that I plan to go, at the very least to see what might happen. I have told myself that I can walk away any moment during my visit and that is my way to mentally feel like I have control. My hubby lays besides me sound asleep, completely clueless to the struggles of curiosity I have been going through. As i lay in bed and try my best to clear my mind so I can get some rest one final thought echos in my mind as I drift off,” Tomorrow will change me, one way or another. I will either fight these urges and walk away back to my normal life stronger than ever or I will take that step into a new world. A new me. Who will I choose to be?”

The Rabbit Hole Part 8 [FF] [MM] [Forced Gay] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Dark]

**Chapter 8: Cruelty Fetish**

**Penny**

Dolly grunted as the dildo pounded in and out of her ass. Behind her, Joanna pumped wildly. Penny enjoyed how lewd and loud Joanna could be, and she allowed the bimbo to moan like a whore while Penny watched.

Nadia had revealed that she had always been nervous to do anal, that she had considered it a boundary she could never cross, and Penny helped her cross it. Dolly needed to be fucked in the ass once a day. Penny said it was to help loosen her up, and she enjoyed Nadia’s nervousness just before she become Dolly for her daily fucking. She enjoyed even more Dolly’s mute acceptance, her placid eagerness to be fucked each day.

It wasn’t the fucking that made Penny wet. It was the betrayal. It was seeing a boundary broken. It was seeing how completely she owned and controlled Nadia. It was how easily she could make Nadia’s body betray her preferences.

Joanna had suggested a strap-on for Dolly, but of course, Penny refused.

Sex, Drugs, & Rock ‘n Roll Part 3

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k38y5b/sex_drugs_rock_n_roll_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

“Ok… let me get all this straight…” Eurydice’s girlfriend Becca said. “You went to go meet your long lost rock star father… then you fuck him… and then you double teamed your Uber driver on the way over here. Do I have everything right?”

Eurydice nodded meekly.

“I didn’t know she was my daughter until after the sex,” Dick added in self-defense.

“And the threesome?”

“Well… we didn’t actually touch during that.” Dick knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on. If he had the chance to fuck Eurydice again right now he would take it. Even now that he knew. In fact even hearing the evening’s depravity described back to him made him hard. He hoped Becca didn’t notice. His pants were tight and didn’t do much to conceal almost eight thick inches of tumescence.

“We were talking about having kids, Eury.”

“I know, babe, and I still want to!”

Dick thought Holy shit, I could be a grandfather soon? He wasn’t even 40 and felt old as fuck.

“I was going to propose,” Becca said.

“Oh my god, I absolutely say yes.”

Before the Night Ends Part 2 (MF, MMF, Noncon, Dubcon, Impregnation, Erotic Horror)

As she finished talking, she undid the front clasp of her bra and shrugged it off, now entirely naked and struck a pose, squeezing her tits together lewdly. “Don’t you, like what you see,” she asked suggestively.

Henry tore his yes from the windows and focused again on Etta. How had he ever managed to take his eyes off her in the first place? Etta was the very definition of beauty: dark hair contrasting her pale skin, and ample breasts complimenting the flare of her hips without looking comical. She was a porn model, a wet dream come to life.

Only, that didn’t seem quite right.

Had she always looked this good? Henry flashed back to when he had first saw her across the room an hour ago – hadn’t her eyes drawn him to Etta then, and not her pouty, fuckable lips? Could her dark blouse really have concealed amazing tits this big? Surely he would have noticed those when they had met. He struggled to remember through the fog of lust. No, her tit’s must have always looked like that, he reasoned. Something like that couldn’t just change, could it? Still, doubt lingered in the back of his mind though as he continued to stare: if she had always looked this good, why was she with him? Why would she have showed up alone to the showing in the first place, and why would she have wandered into a broom closet with him?

Taming the Blue-Haired Punk (A ‘Life is Strange’ Short Story) PART 1 (M/F, Stepdaughter, spanking, fingering)

After being asked by [u/jokerchaos66](https://www.reddit.com/user/jokerchaos66), I present to you my first foray into erotica writing. Let me know what you think, all feedback helps.

And just in case, the characters are over 18. Now, please enjoy!

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David turned off the computer and rubbed his temple. None of the ‘How to Get Along with Your Teenage Daughter’ articles he’d read had worked. He’d tried talking about her music, worked with her to fix her truck, and a myriad other things, but the girl kept arguing and insulting and trying to start a fight.

Joyce said Chloe was going through some stuff. David said Chloe was a cunt.

And now he heard her upstairs, music as loud as it could get to hide whatever she and that girl were up to – smoking, drinking, drugs, whatever it was, he needed to put a stop to it.

*But what else can I try?* David asked himself. He’d tried talking to her about it – shouted, even – but she refused to budge. He tried telling her the dangers of substance abuse, to reprimand her, even ground her, but nothing worked. With a heavy sigh he made his way upstairs. Joyce was at work, so it was his duty to keep the girl from waking up the neighbors.