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The Equipment Manager S01E03 (M/M, dubcon)

So, I know what you’re expecting. At least, I think I do. You figure that now, after my uh… conversation… with Avery, that everything just fell into place and I started fucking every guy on the football team. Looking back, I wish I could say that that’s how things went, but it wouldn’t be true if I did, and there’s no point in lying to you. You’re here to listen to my story as it happened, not some kind of made-up fantasy.

The truth is that, despite the fact that, in the moment, I was entirely into what I was doing, by the time I was driving home I was in a kind of crisis of identity. I was raised Catholic, which is by no means the most hardcore of the Christian faiths, and tends to take a more moderate (all things considered) approach to the modern world. The pope has even said that homosexuality isn’t exactly an abomination, and that everyone should be loved and not scorned. That said, being gay still wasn’t all that popular of an idea in the church, and certainly not in my house. At best, my parents (well really my mom, I don’t think my dad actually cared) felt sorry for “the gays”, pitied them, as though they were sick and just needed help (and Jesus) to get better. I myself never really subscribed to that way of thinking, but also knew that I, myself, was not gay, didn’t want to be gay, couldn’t think of myself as gay. It was fine for other people, but not me. Read more »

(F23) starting to learn to self love (pt 2)

I did not want to awaken the following morning. The shame and anxiety that was caused by my sister seeing me masturbate had kept me awake for half the night, and thinking about the man on the bus the other half of the night. I really hoped that Amy would not mention my lapse of chastity.

Lying in bed, annoyed and angry with myself, I started my usual morning routine of rubbing Cocoa nut butter onto my growing tummy and flourishing breasts. Although I am not body conscious, I am not a fan of stretch marks.

I placed a small dollop of the oily butter onto each nipple to condition them ready for feeding the baby. Although I would be handing the baby over, we had agreed that I’d be the wet nurse for at least three months. I was really pleased with the current size and shape of my breasts, they had gone from their pert A cup to a perky B cup, and I think they had more growing to do before the baby came. My inverted left nipple had also “popped out” a week ago, which I was really pleased about. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 6 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Spanking][Nerdgasm][Plot heavy]

To read the story from the start, you can go to the prologue [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gd7eq2/the_princesses_in_the_tower_prologue_maledom_male/). The previous part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p62o00/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_4_part_5/).

*For Afghan female soccer players*

**Zita**

The leather rule: When you are breaking your slave girl in, make a list of her limits.

That is not bloody non-biding counsel. Rather, I would call it one of the differences between noble dominance and common sadism.

I’m talking to you, rowdies in shining armor, who think I am your table soccer figure.

Hubert Graham was devious, bossing us who enjoyed being shot. Although I must admit his mermaid rule should have been part of the fluctuating game from the start.James White had no imagination. He sent a bunch of people to water again and… He made us feel for every flushed goldfish. The whirlpools one and two were tiny, shoving us aside from the interchangeable cubic meters of fluid. We were sucked to the big one. I was slipping on the wall of the gargantuan eddy, holding the ankle of Mrs. Brunkow and Barbara holding mine. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 6 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Spanking][Nerdgasm][Plot heavy]

*For Afghan female soccer players*

**Zita**

The leather rule: When you are breaking your slave girl in, make a list of her limits.

That is not bloody non-biding counsel. Rather, I would call it one of the differences between noble dominance and common sadism.

I’m talking to you, rowdies in shining armor, who think I am your table soccer figure.

Hubert Graham was devious, bossing us who enjoyed being shot. Although I must admit his mermaid rule should have been part of the fluctuating game from the start.James White had no imagination. He sent a bunch of people to water again and… He made us feel for every flushed goldfish. The whirlpools one and two were tiny, shoving us aside from the interchangeable cubic meters of fluid. We were sucked to the big one. I was slipping on the wall of the gargantuan eddy, holding the ankle of Mrs. Brunkow and Barbara holding mine. Read more »

Iskander & Azara [M/f][Coercion][Fantasy][Age Difference][Reluctance][Oral][Mdom][Fsub]

^﴾ ^Content: ^18+, ^age ^difference, ^asphyxiation, ^big ^breasts, ^big ^dick, ^breathplay, ^coercion, ^choking, ^cum ^in ^hair, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^cum ^swallow, ^dubious ^consent ^[dubcon], ^excessive ^cum, ^fantasy ^setting, ^magic, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^﴿
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Fire leapt from the sorceress’ eyes, igniting the bulky cloak that obscured her curvaceous form. Sparks sizzled down the strands of her fiery hair, which burned away the knotted ribbon, and unleashed a cascade of crimson tresses down her bare back. The blaze licked at her flesh as the robes burned to ash, but scarred neither her body nor the dark, form-fitting garb underneath.

Though her entrance was quite the display, it paled in comparison to whatever arcane secrets held the pale-skinned sorceress’ voluminous curves within the confines of her overburdened corset. She called her magic staff—a bright ash-wood claw clutching a glimmering gem—to her hand with a thought, wiping a lingering bit of smoldering cloth from her dark skirt.

“Comforting that even in these tumultuous times, the ego of the Gidal nobility remains intact,” The figure seated before her shook his tired head, his face and body concealed within his weather-beaten robes, “Your flair for the dramatic is noted, child. Now, what do you want?” Read more »

Iskander & Azara [M/f][Coercion][Fantasy][Age Difference][Reluctance][Oral][Mdom][Fsub]

>Mirrors [for better formatting]

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^﴾ ^Content: ^18+, ^age ^difference, ^asphyxiation, ^big ^breasts, ^big ^dick, ^breathplay, ^coercion, ^choking, ^cum ^in ^hair, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^cum ^swallow, ^dubious ^consent ^[dubcon], ^excessive ^cum, ^fantasy ^setting, ^magic, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^﴿

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Fire leapt from the sorceress’ eyes, igniting the bulky cloak that obscured her curvaceous form. Sparks sizzled down the strands of her fiery hair, which burned away the knotted ribbon, and unleashed a cascade of crimson tresses down her bare back. The blaze licked at her flesh as the robes burned to ash, but scarred neither her body nor the dark, form-fitting garb underneath.

Though her entrance was quite the display, it paled in comparison to whatever arcane secrets held the pale-skinned sorceress’ voluminous curves within the confines of her overburdened corset. She called her magic staff—a bright ash-wood claw clutching a glimmering gem—to her hand with a thought, wiping a lingering bit of smoldering cloth from her dark skirt.

“Comforting that even in these tumultuous times, the ego of the Gidal nobility remains intact,” The figure seated before her shook his tired head, his face and body concealed within his weather-beaten robes, “Your flair for the dramatic is noted, child. Now, what do you want?” Read more »

I [F] rode a guy at the cinema. I had never seen him before.

[Repost from my old account, which I deleted a while ago]

I’m a Portuguese girl, with quite a few kinks, one of them is telling and retelling the sexual adventures I’ve indulged in throughout my life. For obvious reasons I refrain from sharing them with friends or family, only a select few know about some of the things I’ve done.

That doesn’t mean that I pretend to be a prude in my day-to-day life. I don’t flaunt my sexual life, I don’t go out of my way to tell people or let everyone know what I do, but I also don’t hide that I’m sexually active – which doesn’t mean I pick up the phone and call my mother or best friend to let her know of the guy I screwed after clubbing the night before. Let’s put it like this: my mother knows I’m not a virgin, my casual friends know I’m sexually active and that I don’t shy away from a flirt if I am interested, my close friends know I’m prone to casual sex, my best friend and a few others know about some of my adventures, but most of the details remain only with those I lived them with. Read more »

Can’t Believe That My Husband Wants Me to Cuckold

Chuck and I have been married for 10 years. He loved watching me undress before sex, and he often asked me to lie on the bed by myself so that he could masturbate. I wondered why he didn’t want me to jerk him off, but I figured that it must’ve been a fantasy of his. One night when he was watching me and jerking off, he said that he wished he could see me in bed with another man. I frowned. What is he on about? Oh, my God. My husband wants me to cuckold.

Three weeks had passed since that night, and Chuck had not mentioned anything about wanting to see me in bed with another man. I can’t say that the thought of it didn’t turn me on. He was great in bed, but there was something about being with a stranger and my husband watching that got me wet. I would never have cheated on him, so having his consent would make me comfortable. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was picturing Chuck watch me suck another man’s dick. It felt so dirty, but I liked it. Read more »

I [F] am crushing hard on my boyfriend’s friend [M] and dreaming of a hatefuck

So there is this man, a friend of my boyfriend, who I have a bit of a schoolgirl crush on. Someone who’s older, taller, cooler, and who I thought hated me. It felt like he avoided me as dropped out of a rpg campaign I’m also part of, and hasn’t visited my boyfriend in a long time (though they had a weekend together last month).

But now, he has said yes to the whiskey tasting, and I’m so happy to see him! I know he has some issues, like a general dislike for women after being left behind with a child and is very introverted. Even if the world has been unkind to him, I really want him to be happy and able to participate in events he’s interested in. As the other organizer of the whiskey tasting, I had a talk with my BF about how to make the event less exhausting for the friend (they’ve been friends for over 20 years, so they should know each other well). I mentioned that I believe he hates me, that I might be annoying to him, and my BF looked confused. “No, he has just had his own issues to deal with. More like he’s just a bit confused seeing you, a submissive girl who’s cute and kind, or he is jealous,” he said with a shit-eating grin, “but he definitely doesn’t hate you, never said anything to that extent, just surprised by how young you actually are and how nice you try to be everytime.” Read more »