Poetry & Blood Part 9 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 9: Appetizing**

**Laura**

A week. Apparently, Laura’s exile from the Muse Sessions was going to last at least a week, maybe longer. Camille hadn’t talked to her since she sent her away. If she had anything to say to Laura, it was through Angelica these days. Messages like:

“Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she still expects your work done promptly without excuse.”

Or “Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she will not need your services at the Muse Sessions until further notice. You are to spend the time instead here, working on her manuscript.”

Or worse, “Miss Kontalban has noticed a lack of energy in your work lately. That should be remedied effective immediately.” Then Angelica would smile condescendingly. “She wonders if you are worth remaining in her employ.” Before she left, she’d turn around and throw out a casual, “though that last part was from me, she wouldn’t let you know she was thinking of firing you until you were fired. Consider it a courtesy.”

It wasn’t much of a courtesy.

[MF] Perfect strangers in a movie theater.

There was a moment in time when Craigslist was a perfectly valid way to meet otherwise normal, but kinky people. This was before dozens of online dating sites popped up, and back when the big ones still carried a bit of stigma. It’s probably hard for people who have always had Tinder around to imagine, but back then, a whole lot of people were embarrassed by the idea of online dating. So to have dirty, casual sex, people used more anonymous means like Craigslist.

In her post, Julia described the fantasy she wanted to live out. She’d be going to a matinee showing of a movie that had been in theaters for months, and thus was likely to be sparsely attended. She’d arrive first, pick a secluded seat, and then send a text message to a pre-selected stranger describing where she was sitting. He’d come into the theater 20 minutes into the movie, lights low, and sit down next to her. From there, nothing was off limits.

A wintery Sunday morning [1st Person M] [MF] [Mutual mast]

[I tried to make this story a little more tangible for current events]

As predicted, the snow fell again last night creating a picturesque landscape for everyone to awaken to. But in reality, every forecast of the region predicted a warming and refreezing all within the same day. Knowing this, I did decide I was going to have a bit of fun with you today since we are iced in together.

I think I woke up first, I was still holding my little spoon tight when I remembered the weather. I become a bit greedy right off the bat, and start slowly kissing the spots I can while simultaneously trying to not wake you up. Slowly kissing, your shoulders, your upper back, your neck, even the back of your head. I inhale slowly, trying to balance letting you rest versus fulfilling my own carnal desires. Suddenly you start wiggling that butt if yours right where it fits, knowing full well what it does to me. I keep my left arm under your pillow, while my right slips under your sleep shirt and I start playing with you more aggressively. I pull you in to a tighter spoon, while I grope your wonderful breasts for myself. No words are exchanged, just an increase of friction and tempo between our touches.

Savannah and Her Grandpa [Incest] [MF] [fetish] [freeuse] [slut] [cumslut]

In Savannah Williams’ life there were only two things that were constant. Her father always went golfing on Saturdays, and every single summer for 1 month she went to her Grandpa Will’s farm. And Savannah looked forward to this month more than anything in the world.
This summer was different, however. Savannah had just graduated high school, and she was planning on going to a college close to her Grandpa’s farm so that she would have some family to be close to. But that wasn’t why this summer was different.

This summer was different because this summer, Savvy was coming to her Grandpa’s farm with an agenda. This summer, she was going to seduce her Grandfather.

Savvy’s Grandma had passed away a few years ago. Obviously no one could expect her Grandpa to ever be the same but last summer when she went visit him she noticed him looking at some of the farm hands’ wives or girlfriends. And she realized that he was missing something very specific. She decided that next summer she would give it to him.

I took my daughters virginity at her request. [F/M] [Incest Father Daughter] [long]

It’s been just Amanda and I for the last ten years. Her mother left for greener pastures, so I picked up the roll of the mother/father duo and kept chugging right along. It was a rough start, but we’ve found a comfortable routine. Life’s good now.

I work as a carpentry refurbisher out of our home-shop. Amanda’s a study bug and spends most of her time prepping for college entrance exams. A med-school hopeful. She’s grown into a beautiful and intelligent woman, but I worry about her social ineptitude. She has friends, but I feel that she tends to throw most of her social efforts at me instead of them. She’s had a boyfriend but refused to bring him over and they managed to stay together for about a summer. She rarely has friends over and when she does, she usually tries to get me to hang with them.

Amanda overly relies on me for everything, I wouldn’t call her helpless but she rarely makes choices without running them by me first. I’ve tried to foster a bit more independence in her, but she usually deflects with, “I’m just asking your opinion daddy, I’ll handle it.”

Her first orgasm (true story)

It’s been a long time since I’ve written erotica and I wanted to get back at it. I’m not nearly as good of a writer as I once was, so instead of working on fantasy, I decided to write on a past experience.

I’ve had a lot of sexual experiences in my lifetime, but one from almost 20 years ago has never left my mind. We were both in our early 20’s and shared an intense sexual chemistry. She was beautiful, 5’8”. 36 C breasts, really long legs, and this awesome, thick, curly hair. She also had this endearing smile that would melt me every time I saw it. We not only loved each other’s company, but we loved each other’s bodies. We spent every night together for about 6 months, and had sex multiple times on most of those nights.

She had an issue where she couldn’t orgasm. I know, hard to believe, but a woman in her 20’s still hadn’t experienced one. It’s not that I didn’t try, but every time she was on the brink her clit became too sensitive and she made me stop what I was doing.

My one and only successful Tinder match [MF][nonfiction]

*Be warned, it’s a long one, ~4k words. I tried to make it a wonderful read, not just a retelling, so let me know what you think in the comments. Heather is a fictional name, but everything else is true… deliciously true.*

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Years ago, having recently come out the other side of a long and complicated breakup, I was ready to get back on the proverbial horse. I entered said relationship before Tinder was a thing, but boy was it in full swing by the time I was ready to date again. I was in my late 20s and not trying to find true love,. I wanted to date but I was also not the type of guy that was just looking to match then smash for an evening. I created my profile as such and had minimal early success in matches that I wanted to actually meet in person. Over the next month or so I had a few dates that were awkward and it was painfully clear there was no sexual chemistry. That was until I matched with Heather.

Husband’s Fantasy

His dark gypsy eyes danced over his wife. She was in her favorite leopard print bathrobe. Her skin still red from the cold shower. He loved how she looked when she came out of the shower. Her hair pinned up, the robe gaping slightly, and her skin would be rosy. There was something elegant and beautiful about her in that moment. Her face would be serene. She looks at him and sees his hunger. Her smile grows as she turns towards him. Her face upturned for a kiss.

He pulls her close and kisses her with all the passion he feels. She is his everything. His mind laughs…she is his Alpha and Omega. His beginning and his end. Only with her does he feel like he is on top of the world and capable of anything.

He draws her to the bedroom and gently pushes her onto the bed. I want to film you as you cum he says. I want to see you please yourself at my command. I want to capture your glow forever so we can watch it together later and you can see how beautiful you truly are. She demurs at first but then agrees. He reaches over and grabs his phone. He starts recording.

A Valentines Day to Remember! Slut Girlfriend lives up to her name!

Hey Everyone. SharedSlutGirlfriend back with another slutty adventure. My master took me to Vegas for the weekend for Valentines Day, and we had such an amazing time! To show him how appreciative I was, and how much I love him, I knew I had to be a good slut while there! I tried my best to please him, and show slutty I could really be!

The first night, we got in and went to an amazing dinner at our fav restaurant (we like the NYC version better, but it gets the job done in Vegas). I had on my new dress and slut heels and got no shortage of stares from guys, and dirty looks from women. I overheard 3 different ladies comment to themselves about how much of a whore I looked like in the bathroom at the restaurant. One of them even commented “I wonder how much her date payed tonight.” I just smiled and strutted as I walked by them on the way out. Jealous bitches.