The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 1 [MF] [exhibitionism] [BDSM] [sadism] [masochism]

“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”

The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.

She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.

It was almost certainly because she was a brat.

She was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.

She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her ass. 24 hours ago I forbid her from cumming. Two hours ago, she put on the clothes I picked out for her and pushed the plug inside of her, bead after bead. One hour ago, we started driving east.

My Brother’s Wife (Part 1)[M/F][Cheating]

Every time I’m around my brother’s wife Dani, I can’t help but fantasize about fucking her senseless. You would too if you could see this woman.

Her milky skin is smooth and inviting, urging my hands to explore her curves. She’s kept that lovely baby fat in all the right places, she wears rompers so short that I’m constantly getting a good look at her ass, and she lets her cleavage put on a show for my hungry eyes.

But it’s not just her looks that tempt me—even though she oozes sex appeal—but it’s more about the way she acts around me. We’re both flirty by nature, but she takes things way past innocent flirting. Sometimes it’s her heeled foot rubbing against my leg under the table. Often, it’s a longing, challenging glance when her husband isn’t looking. Whenever there’s an opportunity to be near me, she takes it, making it difficult for me not to run my hand through her silky jet-black hair. When we find an excuse to touch each other, I nearly cum in my pants.

I know that my brother notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He trusts us both. We would never do anything together. At least, I thought we never would…

My Brother’s Wife (Part 1)[M/F][Cheating]

Every time I’m around my brother’s wife Dani, I can’t help but fantasize about fucking her senseless. You would too if you could see this woman.

Her milky skin is smooth and inviting, urging my hands to explore her curves. She’s kept that lovely baby fat in all the right places, she wears rompers so short that I’m constantly getting a good look at her ass, and she lets her cleavage put on a show for my hungry eyes.

But it’s not just her looks that tempt me—even though she oozes sex appeal—but it’s more about the way she acts around me. We’re both flirty by nature, but she takes things way past innocent flirting. Sometimes it’s her heeled foot rubbing against my leg under the table. Often, it’s a longing, challenging glance when her husband isn’t looking. Whenever there’s an opportunity to be near me, she takes it, making it difficult for me not to run my hand through her silky jet-black hair. When we find an excuse to touch each other, I nearly cum in my pants.

I know that my brother notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He trusts us both. We would never do anything together. At least, I thought we never would…

Timestop: The Train Ride – Chapter 4 [nc][rape][M/F]

[Start at chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/swu7zn/timestop_the_train_ride_chapter_1_ncrapemf/)

DISCLAIMERS

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This one will be 6 parts total once I get them all uploaded. Just be warned, each one gets more intense!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Gross and creepy sniffing / tasting (armpits, bodily fluids, everything)

-Intense rape / sadism / violence towards woman

-Armpit fetish

-Biting / bit of blood

-Queefing

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CHAPTER 4

How I started fucking my boyfriends best friend [MF]

This is my first post here however loved this subreddit for a long time, definitely have gotten off to my fair share of stories here so I thought I would finally add my own story. I have a lot of stories to share about this particular person, the affair with them ended nearly 2 months ago so I’ve been reminiscing a lot. So let me know if you want to see more.

I will start off and say however that I am not proud of my actions whatsoever. My whole life nearly fell apart the night that it came out and I definitely hold a lot of shame to it too. But it was definitely an exciting period in my sex life and satisfied my fantasy for cheating (not that it is an acceptable excuse).

THIS IS LONG SO SKIP TO *** FOR THE SEX
this has more backstory then sex sorry..
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The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 1 [MF] [exhibitionism] [BDSM] [sadism] [masochism]

Doomy was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.

“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”

The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.

She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.

It was almost certainly because she was a brat.

She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her. It had been about 24 hours since I last gave her permission to cum, and the build up for this trip was only making her hornier.

Mutual Masturbation Fantasy Played out with [M] y Married [F] riend

A few months ago I found myself back in my hometown to visit family for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic. I messaged a few different friends before I arrived letting them know I’d be there for at least a few days and seeing if anyone wanting to hang out. My friend Amanda (not her real name) who I had known since middle school responded that she had been “Dying to get out of the house for a drink.”

Her and I had always flirted but things had never physically gone beyond your typical drunken make out session because one of us had always had a significant other. We had been close though, like really close, like mutual friends were surprised we never got married kind of close. Anyway, she got pregnant and then married followed closely by the pandemic and me moving away so we had definitely drifted apart the last 3 or 4 years. Still, it was exciting to think I was going to see her again.

How my affair with my MIL Started [MF]

This part is rather long and not too juicy, but I feel I need to share how it all started. Probably the longest story I’ll write. It does get more hot in heavy, a lot of high risk wild sex. Just have to let you know where it all began.

So buckle in; this is a bit of a long intro to an affair that spanned a few years. This was in my previous marriage and I have since remarried. Just felt compelled to share my story.

I was in high school just turned 18, about to start my senior year. My family had decided to up and move to a new city, and I was left with the decision to try and find a place to stay to finish out my senior year,or move to a new town, new school, the works. One day I was out to lunch with my GF and her mom. Her mom Laura was a nice woman, small frame, maybe 130-140 lbs. Imagine Trinity from the Matrix, just without the leather and slicked back hair. She dressed with 80’s and 90’s style cues at that point. High wasted jeans, turtle necks.

Enter The Labyrinth Act I – Chapter 4 [GAY] [FANTASY] [EROTIC HORROR]

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Warning: this is a work of homosexual erotic horror. It contains dark themes including but not limited to rape, torture, slavery, kidnapping, and some surreal kinks. It does not include any bestiality, piss or scat play, or underage content. Please read responsibly.

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Avi and the orc had been negotiating back and forth for only about two minutes (with notable silence from the two he had risked everything to rescue), but Avi could feel his grip tiring. He didn’t have the upper body strength to hold on much longer.

“It over for you,” said the orc. “Last chance. Come with me or I drop you.”

Avi groaned, thinking fast. There must have been something he could bargain with, something to offer.

“Let us go and I’ll give you my journal,” said Avi. “It’s in my bag.”

“Why would I want stupid book?” demanded the orc.

“It has information in it. Useful information, on both the Incubi and the Andromeda. Your people can use it. But if you don’t let us go, I’ll toss it into the mud and destroy it forever.” Avi had no idea whether what he was saying was true, but that was something to worry about later.

40[F] professor spoiled me 22[M] for two years…

2011. The college year started differently for me. Having dropped out once, I knew I had to do well and stay focused on grades. And I tried my best. But there was one class I found myself more distracted than the rest. A kind of prep course students had to participate in.

I wasn’t particularly happy about the placement, but the professor… She was like no one I’d ever seen or met. Genuine, kind, and beautiful.

An Irish sweetheart, complete with a biting humor and intoxicating desire for life.

So the semester came and went. A few flirtations exchanged. A few long conversations after class and even some in her office. Nothing crossed a line. Until the last day.

As my young and oblivious classmates exited the room, I stayed for a chat as I had done many times. Except this time I got up the courage and asked her for a drink.

Stunned, and noticeably flattered, she accepted, knowing I was of age and that the conversation would not be dull at least. We laughed at the irony of it all. A professor and a (now) former student. Cliché to a disgusting degree. Yet we had established a good rapport, so we decided on a dive bar.