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I have a fantasy that all my 2000+ followers would be in one place.
You can all have your turn to cum on me or in me. The only rule is no condoms allowed. Use my body for your pleasure until you cum.
I want all your cocks in me. I want to hear you moan. Use me as your fuck toy. Tell me how good it feels!
There’s just something so arousing and hot about my body bringing so much pleasure to so many men. The thought makes me so wet and horny!
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
“The Rave being moaned out from Easy Gate to you… ..6.9” came the garbled sounds from the radio. Quickly turning it off, listening for any footfalls that would be cuming from down the hall. Swallowing a dry lump in my throat. “Puppy does not like me listening to the radio” I whispered to reflection in the “new” bathroom mirror. “Butt a girl has to dream, doesn’t she” popping the batteries out of the small sfm radio. Tucking it under the sink, lodged between the bottom side of the sink and a notch used to hold the small cabinet together. Still looking over my shoulder as I rose. “Don’t want anymore beatings at least up here” wiggling my booty in response. My cheeks are starting to blush with a giggle, “He won’t find anything wrong in…”
My Jealous, Lazy, Sexy Aunt : Part 5 [Incest]
– 10:29 AM (5/18/21)
Maybe I’m not the hornyest person in the room after all. “Round two?” I questioned, Auntie rolled her eyes, “Well only if you’re up for it. I want to make good on all that sexy talk.” “You have already made good on that, Auntie. I wouldn’t want to–” Auntie interrupted me with the snap of her finger, “It’s rude to talk back to your Aunt ya know.” I never imagined we would go so far in a week, never mind before midday. If this is a red flag, I’m color blind. Auntie smiled a warm smile and pressed her breasts together gleefully when I began making my way towards the bed. “What did you have in mind exactly?” I asked stupidly. Auntie reached and pointed at my erect cock. “There’s still parts of you that need playing with.”
I am a 33 year old straight male but I have been having sexual thoughts about men and wanting to have sex with men at least for the last 8 years. I have only ever slept with women and I have never confessed this part of myself to anyone due to the shame and guilt that I felt about it because of my cultural background. Let’s just say that I am from a place where homosexuality is not tolerated and it is punishable by death. I watch bisexual MMF porn every now and then but I have never had the courage to act on it and try it in real life. There were times that I felt so ashamed of my fantasies that I even had suicidal thoughts. So all my life I have kept this part of myself buried deep within me and never told anyone about my deepest, darkest desires. Until I met her…
**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.
## 203: Tail of a Demon (18++)
“Cock! Cock! Give me cock!” Samantha cried and begged as she thrust her pussy in the direction of Beatrice’s entrancing, veiny cock. However, the succubus kept her cock just out of Samantha’s reach. Not out of malice. Not to toy with the desperate woman. No, Beatrice had something better in mind.
Beatrice’s cock hardened the moment she decided to help Samantha. At first, Beatrice couldn’t even understand “why?”. When Beatrice needed to help Tabitha by having sex with her to save her life, she could not even get hard from the mental pressure. Here, Samantha’s life was also at stake. The woman planned to kill herself before her mind broke completely. And yet, Beatrice was able to remain calm, decisive and composed. At least once the shock wore off. So there was still room for improvement.
Wife (Jess) and I are in our 30s, been married 15 years, and have 3 kids. She was a virgin when we started dating in High School, and has been a reserved, faithful wife for the duration of our wonderful (pretty typical) lives together. We have a fantastic marriage, and a healthy sex life. We have tried to keep things exciting in the bedroom, and have tried introducing new things over the years (bondage, dirty talk, role play, toys, porn, etc).
About 4 or 5 years ago, I started having fantasies of her being with another man (I’m sure it came from porn, or stories I had read). I just thought it would be so hot to see her getting fucked by another man. One of the main reasons was because she was so reserved, and I knew there was ZERO chance that it would ever happen.
So, I told her about this fantasy of mine one night. She thought I was crazy, and didn’t understand why I would ever want her to sleep with another man, so that was the end of that (or so I thought).
Thank you all for participating in Choose Your Own Adventure Erotica! The most popular choice was:
**A.) Continue to seduce him with the drugged champaign**
You can find the previous adventures here: [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sxj5kp/new_choose_your_own_adventure_hostage_situation/) [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sydck3/new_choose_your_own_adventure_erotica_hostage/) [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t018nw/new_choose_your_own_adventure_erotica_hostage/)
Samantha sees the gunman is distressed, and notices he has removed the grenade vest and rifle, presumably to be more comfortable while he poops. He is in the middle of pinching out a fat loaf, unable to move lest he get doo doo on himself. He is stuck, and at the mercy of the beautiful brunet goddess Samantha.
“Don’t worry honey.” Samantha assures the gunman, knowing that even if she did get to the gun, or vest, she doesn’t have what it takes to kill a man. She’s a lover, not a fighter… and if you asked any of her past hookups, she’s an incredible lover. “I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to fuck you.”
It’s been a couple of weeks since I woke up… different. I think. Same room, same roommate, same family, but conflicting memories. Instead of being on the basketball team at my local community college, I was on the sidelines as a cheerleader. Instead of banging my hot roommate (and sometimes her friend), we stayed up late with the latest gossip. Instead of buying condoms every now and then, I had a ritual with birth control. Same major, same group of friends, even had the same reputation. Sexually, at least.
I keep going back and forth, less and less sure if my other memories are just fantasy, or dreams. Or if they were real. But that doesn’t make sense. You don’t go to sleep as a guy one night, then wake up as a girl the next. Breasts suddenly inflating on your chest, muscle tone shifting across your body, hair suddenly growing long. And the genitals, certainly the cock I remember, the one I played with since it first became hard until I started sharing it with anyone who would take it. That wouldn’t switch into the slick slit between my legs?
**2513 WORDS**
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 figured he had only known Sebastian for twenty, maybe thirty minutes, but in that short time the boy had completely turned Avi’s life upside down. He couldn’t believe his ears, but at the same time everything Sebastian told him made him desperate for just one more fact.
The Labyrinth, it seemed, was home not just to the Incubi, but a whole host of other creatures. Most of them, unsurprisingly, were chosen or created by The Order to be as dangerous as possible for the tributes inside the maze. There were many different creatures, as well as dangers that were less tangible in nature, but from Sebastian’s point of view, there were three main factions that were really important.
“The first is the Incubi,” he had said. “You’ve met them. Crafty and fast. There’s also the Orcs. Not exactly crafty, but one of them will clobber three guys if you face it head on. The third is the Andromeda. They’re… a bit different. I’ll explain them later.”
Yes, living at home sucks. It sucks even more when you are already past your teens. But sometimes you just have no choice with the rents being that fucking high. And honestly speaking, it has it’s benefits too: Someone does your laundry, someone keeps the place clean and someone cooks food. Yes, I am talking about my mom. And sometimes my sister, she helps mom a lot. Dad and I are in the same boat here. We love the women in our home. We both enjoy their services. We more than appreciate them keeping us company.
But that living at home thing has it’s downsides too. One of them is lack of privacy. You always have to be careful, quiet and keep doors locked when you enjoy some porn. Because family members tend to ignore closed doors. At least mine do. And that knocking before entering a room thing, it rarely ever happens. Then just lock your door while jerking off, you might say. A solution, but not an optimal one, because if they run into a locked door, conversations tend to get awkward: “What are you doing in there?”
“Nothing.”