“Ok. Spill it. What’s bothering you?” I was working on applying an unhealthy amount of hot sauce to my burrito. From the passenger seat of Miranda’s truck, I could see her out of the corner of my eye as I worked. She was fiddling with her nacho box absent-mindedly. As I spoke I could sense her eyes shift to me.
“You won’t let it go until I tell you, will you?” She sighed.
“We have an hour for lunch. We have six hours left in the shift. And I am responsible for training you on the new inventory system. You’re stuck with me.”
“Aren’t you abusing your power? Besides. I’ve been here six months longer than you. How did you get put in charge of training?”
“I don’t sneak off with Mark every break and most lunches to mess around. I used my breaks that I don’t spend with you learning more about the different processes and thinking on how to improve them. Keeps me awake.”
She snorted. “Nerd. Wait. How did you know about me and Mark?!” She sounded worried.
Tag: Fantasy
BDSM CNC [M/F] Rape fantasy
I wrote this for my sub for a possible future scene for her and I to do together.
A warm summers day
You’re sitting on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm and sunny day. A cool breeze twists through the long grass as it kisses you on the cheek. You are wearing your favourite orange sun dress that just covers your cute butt.
It was a long day so you’ve decided to treat yourself. On a plate is the perfect piece of lemon meringue pie. You plunge your fork in and pop a bit into your mouth. The tart but sweet taste makes your mouth water. You’re happy, you’re content, you feel safe in the warm summer air.
Suddenly the sun is blocked, a dark shadow is cast across you. You look up to see a hooded figure, face hidden in the dark hood. In his hand he holds some old brown rope.
Panic sets in, you’re scared and alone. Up on your feet you have no choice but to run into the surrounding forest. The hooded figure begins his hunt, you are his prey and he will have what he desires.
The Mad Creator 2 [MF] [Choking] [Anal] [Facefucking]
“Maaaaaal~” this would be the second time she’d been woken up by Elliott’s voice. He was still holding her in his arms. “Wake up, love.”
“Oh, jeez… it really wasn’t a dream…” Mal lamented. Or…was it really lamenting or just being grateful?
“Nope.” Elliott shuffled himself into the edge of the bed, stretching his arms overhead. Mal could see the muscles he had toned – the perfect silhouette she had written him to have. What caught her eye was a tattoo on his left shoulder she didn’t recall writing him with.
“You’re inked?” She asked, sitting up and moving closer to him. He turned slightly to reveal it to her. She stifled a gasp. An infinity sign weaving through the outline of a diamond, the left and right vertices in the center of the loops. “The Mad Creator…”
“A symbol you created to represent yourself, when you realized I had arrived. Infinite madness and creativity. That is what it stands for. It’s the glyph of your mind. You wanted to create something that could capture the elegance and the insanity of your perversion.” Elliott said.
[M27/F25] A movie night with the Pirate Queen
*This is [m]y newest story. Beware: this story is quite long and somewhat slow paced, but I still hope that you like it! :)*
*Feel free to send feedback.*
*Kink Content: Teasing, Blowjob, Swallowing*
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She just woke up. Still tired and a yawn later she finally found the strength to push herself up and move from the balcony to inside her flat. She could feel how the sun had some impact on her skin. It felt uneasy warm, but gladly not to an extent which would remind her of a sunburn. She really loved taking naps in the sun, but usually that affectation ended up with a disastrous sunburn (partly because of her constantly forgetting to put on an sufficient amount of sun lotion) which would not only be painful, but also take some time to heal. It was so common that her friends simply would ask her “Nap?” when she appeared with a freshly collected sunburn which she would then answer traditionally with a nod, follow by a grumpy “Nap.”.
Will (M) and Chloe (F) [FDOM] [Non-con]
This is my first story ever. I’ve never written anything before. I wrote this in a google doc and tried to copy/paste the whole thing here. It was better organized, such as Will’s thoughts being italicized, but when I pasted it here it was just one big wall of text and I had to go through and separate everything and couldn’t be bothered to italicize those bits again. Sorry.
Thanks for reading.
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Will was almost late. It was nearly 7pm and they had decided to meet half an hour before their 7:30 movie so they could go for a walk at the park and introduce themselves properly. He’d lost track of time between grooming himself in the shower (he’d been more optimistic at the time) and trying to find a pair of jeans that fit better than the ones he was currently wearing. Though he hadn’t been overweight, he’d wanted to tone up and the last several months of daily gym sessions had trimmed his waistline to the point of him having to constantly pull his pants up, he’d put off buying pants that fit better and now he regretted it.
my teacher is blackmailing me pt 2 (m18&m35)
I wear my dad’s old trench coat, not wanting to be exposed out in the public as the sissy crossdresser that I am. My heart pounds as I stand outside your average-built size house. A teacher’s salary money at sufficient work. My knees are weak in the white knee-high stockings not knowing what was in store for me. I knock on your door waiting to be greeted by Mr. Steen. The loud sounds of ha roar go across town as the high school team faces over rivals. The extra fireworks exploding did not help my stomach obtain calmness.
“Ohh hey there, just in time very good, why don’t you come on in,” Mr. Steen says wearing a t-shirt supporting a local business. He let you step inside, already looking me over almost stripping me with his eyes. My teacher’s older body is still in great shape for someone his age.
I step in with a rush of surprise by this entire situation, Mr. Steen’s eyes making me feel ten times as apprehensive when I tramp into Mr. Steen’s house. “My mom knows I’m here,” I say trying to create an out. The little skirt flows nicely around my little round booty. My little cock and booty are covered in my sister’s stolen white lacy g string as I sit on his couch.
The Taste of a Coworker v2 [FM][Cheating][Office][Oral]
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I dusted off a story I wrote years ago and tried to spruce it up. Constrictive criticism is welcomed.
Be warned this is a slow burn with perhaps little payoff. It’s mostly backstory, anticipation, and plays out in as realistic a way as possible…which isn’t always the sexiest I suppose.
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When they moved my team into a new location in the building, it didn’t take long for Liz and I to become friends. Married with an infant nearly the same age as my 2nd child, we had plenty to talk about. Sleep cycles, tummy time, funny kid things, annoying kid things, diapers. Her personality is bubbly I would say, definitely a slow to anger type individual who, although we may complain nonstop, she’s still smiling and laughing.
Liz has a medical condition which forces her into an extremely healthy diet. Because of this diet she is petite, with minimal curves. Still, she has beautiful golden shoulder length hair, pale to fair skin, and a wonderful easy smile.
She wanted to get out of her maternity clothes and was maybe rushing back into her regular clothes but thanks to being a new mother she was filling out her clothes a little more than usual. Mind you she was easily an A cup.
Ruin Me pt.2 (MF 18+)
I can explain why I’m in my bed, wrapped in his arms, with bruises and hickies lining my neck, my ribs, and, wow, this asshole bit my leg too.
I had let him fuck my hand on that rooftop last night, let him whimper as he bit my neck just before he asked me if he could come all over my hand. He fixed me a helpless look as I licked my lips and said, “No, of course not.”
I even let him kiss me after I tucked his hard cock, weeping with precum, back into his pants. The zip wouldn’t close without a fight and without that tortured moan stuck between us. I let him grab my ass with both hands until my wet cunt was rubbing against that bulge.
“Will you calm the fuck down,” I chuckled, forcing a little strength in my voice. I couldn’t allow him the satisfaction of knowing how soft I’d gotten, how bothered I’d become. And when he buried his face between my tits with a pained apology that shot straight down my spine, I had to enact revenge by grinding my myself against him harder. He shook and I thought he messed himself up. I looked down between us and when he mumbled that he didn’t, that please, let him—*just this once*—I couldn’t help myself.
If I sent you nudes, would you jerk off to them?
I’m really into the idea of moaning with a complete stranger. We don’t know each other. No conversation, no small talk, just using each other for our own pleasure. I am the dirtiest, most perverted and deprived woman you’ll ever find. Today I want to get off on making your fantasy come true. lemme know if ya interested. Let’s talk, and have some fun?
Clementina, Part XXX [sf/horror/fantasy, monsters, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation]
OOPS! Part XXIX got pulled from r/eroticliterature because it had extreme gore. That episode is now available in my profile only. This episode (and the final episode) should not violate any more rules, and I have made a direct apology to the mods of this sub. I will be more careful in the future. :-(
WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, TENTACLES.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!
If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach
There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.