Mysterious Summer Romance in the Greek Isles: Part 2

*All characters 18+*

I wake up with soft light pouring in through the windows, and smile to myself with my eyes closed. My first thought is that I can’t wait to get out onto the beach. A moment later, my thoughts drift to the mysterious man from last night. It takes me a minute to parse through what was real and what was fantasy. I feel myself blush remembering how I touched and came on myself last night. But it’s the electricity from our time on the dock that makes my stomach flip and my cunt clench with need. *I wonder if I’ll see him again…*

This time, my thoughts are interrupted by my stomach growling. I get up, throw my bikini on and a casual sundress as a cover-up. I throw my hair up in a long pony tail, grab my beach bag, and head to the corner bakery to grab some breakfast.

The bakery smells divine, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries wafting through the air. I admire the options and settle on my simple favorite, a tiropita. As I pay for it and my frappe, I hear someone come into the shop behind me and the cashier call out a familiar greeting. I turn to find my mysterious fisherman.

The Dark Elf and her Captor (F×NB)(CNC)(NonCon)(Fantasy)(Bondage)(Creampie)

*~[Author’s note: Hey all! This is my first time ever posting my erotica publicly, so go easy on me! I hope you enjoy it. I’m a big fan of fantasy so this is inspired by one of my D&D characters who is a dark elf, AKA, drow.

I also decided to write the story with a nonbinary AMAB character with they/them pronouns so please do respect that.]~*

**The Dark Elf and her Captor**

Jera awoke to her captor hovering over her. She was lying on a bed, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. She yanked hard, but the hempen rope only bore deeper into her skin. She moved to roll over, only to realize her legs were tied spread open. She looked up at her captor, who smirked and reached for her chin, grabbing on firmly, but not too hard. Dominant, but tender. 

“Well, well, well. Good morning, Miss tough-as-nails. Seems you’re not so tough anymore. But you gave a good fight.” The captor let go of her chin and instead traced a finger down her smooth, exposed skin. Only with a single finger, leaving a line of heat and electricity as it trailed across her body. Down her neck. Across her collarbone. Down her sternum. To her belly.

[FM] Fucking in a public pool shower

One thing you need to know about me is that two of my favourite hentai scenes involve fucking in a public pool shower room: [this](https://spankbang.com/1e4dm/video/boin+shower+scene) and [this](https://hentaihaven.com/beat-angel-escalayer-episode-2/)

There’s something so erotic about going into a shower stall after lounging in the sun, skin all heated, you turn on the cold shower, your bathing suit sticks to your skin, your nipples harden under the material, your clit throbs from touching the cold bikini.

It’s been a long fantasy of mine to do this so given the recent heatwave I told my shy fuck buddy we’re going to the pool.

We got there early, lounged in the sun, swam a bit (we’re also friends at this point so we do enjoy each other’s company), had some cocktails (the alcohol went straight to my horny brain), swam some more, when I started teasing him relentlessly.

When we were in the water I would tease his dick with my foot, put my hand in his swim trunks, take his hand and put it on my boobs. Very light touches, as I didn’t want anyone to notice.

My friends mom and the winter cabin – part 3 [MF]

We were laying in bed laughing about the age difference. She was nearly 50 while I wasn’t even yet 25. She said I would soon get bored of her, but I was not having any of that type of discussion. It was purely sexual between us, and the more we did the more I wanted her.

I changed the subject and suggested we each bring up a fantasy to play out as we still had another day to spend alone at the cabin. Her fantasy involved masseuse role play. She said she always secretly wanted a male masseuse pleasure her, but that she had never experienced it.

I loved the idea and told her I’d run out to the store to buy some oil. We obviously didn’t have a massage table so she suggested we use one of the smaller beds in the guest bedroom. She took a bubble bath while I ran out to grab the oil and a couple other items from the store.

When I returned she was still in the tub and drinking wine. She told me she wanted me to really act like a professional masseuse, and she would act like an unassuming (but hopeful) client.

A Summer of Change pt. 1 [25F/27F] [CNC] [Bond] [MC]

“Repeat,” The silky voice was all around her now. Choking off the her avenues of thought. Her mind struggled against the velvety black words. Her vision was gone, her movement was gone, her hearing was only those words. Her smell was…she wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn’t hers anymore. The only thing she had left was her mind. She couldn’t give it up, could she?

*Chime*

The sound rang clearly into her brain, her mind slowly refocusing around the melodic chime. She was supposed to be fighting something, wasn’t she? It was soo hard to remember. She tried to blink away the darkness, but it was stuck to her. What was she thinking about?

“Now, be a good girl and REPEAT,” The voice was more insistent now, but still as silky smooth. It was silly to disobey it. She wanted to follow the voice’s words. She wanted to focus on them. The chime always made her focus.

“My mind belongs to Mistress,” She whispered out, barely audible. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was struggling. She was fighting against those silky words slowly choking out her mind, fighting to keep the last thing that was hers. But, the currently dominant part of her mind was eager to continue.

The Warrior of East Veria’s Final Fight [M32/F29] [Rape] [Battle] [Rough] [Fantasy] [Size Difference] [Snuff]

TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on

Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy

Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she thought to herself.

Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was going to have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.

The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, eager to get this over with.

Pinned down and pounded by my best friend’s ex (30f) [FM]

Is it just me, or is *discussing* sex practically the very next best thing to actually having sex? As a conversational topic it’s not only endlessly fascinating and insightful, but often tantalisingly visceral. I’m sure I can’t be alone in finding that sharing, deconstructing and reliving a sexual experience in conversation almost always becomes actively arousing?

Or perhaps I’m just a pervert.

As such, topics of sexual nature are commonplace between myself and friends. Rarely does any get together – drunken or perfectly civilised – go by without the topic turning to everyone’s recent sexploits; be it providing a running critique of a partner, sharing an anecdotal account of a spectacular failure (usually my contributions) or simply living vicariously through the second hand adventures of others.

Nothing goes unsaid. Everything is analysed and deconstructed. And a tremendously wonderful time is had by all as our respective sex lives are laid bare for analysis, comment and often gentle ribbing. Although in some cases ‘laid bare for a gentle ribbing’ very much *is* the discussion of the sex.

Cuckold Conspiracy [All Characters 18+][No incest]

Part 1

Tomorrow I was graduating from high school, and had just had my birthday last month. I couldn’t wait to get to college. I had gotten nowhere with the girls here, but in college that would all change. I still wanted to tell my crush how I felt, though. Alicia was a sexy Latina with a slim, toned cheerleader’s body with a nice butt. Her eyes were gorgeous and it was hard not to stare at her every time we had class. I had written a note for her that I’d slip to her during our graduation ceremony. It just said how I felt about her and how I wished I could’ve told her earlier, but was still happy to have met her. As I finished looking over the note for the last time, I thought of the bikini photo of her I had saved in a dedicated folder, and I opened it.

GF and her friend got fucked by a BBC [MFF]

Gonna be a long story, every word is 100% true and got us into the lifestyle.

Gf and I went through a rocky part of our relationship in the first year. She ended up going to a party and our boss at work convinced her to fuck a black guy (who we also worked with). She was drinking and was really sorry about it. It almost ruined the relationship but I forgave her and over the years it became a secret turn-on of mine. She later told me how the guy took her to the back of his van and fucked her doggystyle for an hour straight and had the biggest dick she’d ever seen even in pictures. Dude was built with dreads and he was a really cool guy honestly. It’s been 10 years and I still think of that night and jerk off about it.

[Part 3] In a Flash (nc, MF, oral, vaginal, creampie, female pov)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/udkgev/in_a_flash_female_pov_nc_age_difference/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ukuf8d/part_2_in_a_flash_female_pov_nc_mmf_imprisonment/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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 morning. I could tell from the sliver of light that managed to sneak through my shade-covered bedroom window. I sat up slowly and reluctantly looking around this room I was held in. There wasn’t much to see however. Whoever this person everyone called ‘Master’ or ‘Boss’ was, he obviously didn’t want me to get any clue to where I was.

I got my naked butt out of bed and made my way to the window. The ‘blind’ was stuck to it somehow. I could only barely peer out the crack. There was little to see however. I could see a bit of grass below me, and another wall on the other side. No landmark, no direct sunlight, no clues to be gained.