“What’s your name?” (Mf) (rape fantasy) (mdom) (female ejaculation)

(This is my very first attempt at writing erotic literature. Please feel free to let know what you think.)

I was invited to a house party by a coworker friend. I agreed to attend, knowing that I wouldnt know anyone else there. You are a friend of a friend of a friend and we absolutely do not know each other.

A bunch of people are out in the backyard standing around a fire. I walk outside and see you instantly standing at the fire.You are facing away from me, so I have a great look at your gorgeous ass. I scan your body up-and-down and feel a twitch in my pants.

As I’m walking up to the fire you look at me and I look at you and we make eye contact. As I’m walking around to the other side of the fire, I can feel your eyes scanning my body.

As we stand around the fire drinking and laughing and telling stories, we continue to look at each other up-and-down just taking in each other’s bodies. Then for some strange reason you get pulled away from the fire, you head back into the house. I didn’t see you again for the rest of the night.

Shame On Me [FF, Fdom, Humil, Inc] (Part 2 of 2)

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I awoke next morning with an odd thought…I never looked in on Sarah before going to bed. I always looked in on her, and it bothered me that I could be so thoughtless.

I immediately went to her room…her bed had not been slept in. Downstairs a note, she was good at leaving them.

>Mother where are you? You didn’t come home from work. Heather phoned and ask me to come over and stay the night…that’s where I’m at. Why didn’t you call? – Love, Sarah

Jesus, I didn’t even call. I totally forgot. And the groceries, I had left them in the car. Ice Cream, milk, all melted and spoiled.

I made myself a cup of coffee, downed two aspirin…finally allowing my previous night of lust, and its possible consequences, to play thru my mind.

As hard as I had fought my new found sexual cravings I feared I was losing the battle. But teachers and students at my daughter’s school fraternizing…having abnormal sex…I couldn’t afford to be a part of that. But I was a part of it! Somehow I knew, in my weakest moment, I would succumb, no matter how shameful and depraved it might be.

Shame On Me [FF, Fdom, Humil, Inc] (Part 1 of 2)

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“Jack, where are we going?” I asked. “You said if I went to the movies with you tonight you would bring me straight home. This isn’t the way home.”

“This will just take a few minutes,” Jack laughed. “You’ll love this. I haven’t visited this place in years.”

“Jack, I have to work tomorrow. Unlike you, I work for a living.”

“Hey, don’t get personal bitch. I work. When I have a job I work. Anyway, we’re here.”

The car turned up a winding dirt lane ending in a wide opening overlooking the city. Four or five cars occupied the self made parking area.

“Jack, this is a make out spot for teenagers. Why the hell would you want to come here? Let’s go…I have to get home.”

Jack found a space and turned off the motor.

“Put out or get out baby,” he smirked.

“Wow, real juvenile Jack. Put our or get out? Real funny. Now take me home.”

“I’m serious Kelly. We’ve been going out for a month and you’ve put off every advance I’ve made. I’m getting a blow job tonight or you can walk out of here. I don’t give a damn. One or the other. What’s it going to be?”

My [F] ex [M] recently helped me fulfill my fantasy of being fucked outdoors.

My (28F) ex (35M) and I have been getting to know each other again, mostly through sex. I want more, but we’ve decided to take things slow as far as a relationship goes. We’ve come up with the compromise not to be just fuck buddies, but to casually date each other- no labels, no commitment, just spending time with one another with a possibility of it going further if we both decide to later down the road. I’ve vowed not to be super clingy and let my emotions get the best of me and he has vowed to put in more effort despite his busy life.

If you’re looking for Satiated…

You’re not going to find it.

I’ve taken all the stories down. Mods took a few down before I personally removed them as well, and I questioned their reasoning and I admit that I do wholeheartedly agree with them. I wrote the stories not really expecting to draw such a huge audience, and I wrote them mostly for myself. I’ve mentioned it briefly but I am a young woman (of age) myself and the stories were written in my mind with myself as the main female character. The descriptions of my first main female character were an exaggerated description of myself admittedly.

Some of the feedback I received on the stories that made light of the sexual abuse and talked about making it a reality really disturbed me, but I never did anything except respond angrily in a comment, when I should have taken a hard look at what my fantasy content was normalizing and taken it down. One comment mentioned that I should proceed with the story by her going to college and them still continuing what they were doing, which really disturbed me because it brought an air of realism to the stories that wasn’t ending in consequence. It was just continuing the abuse. I’m okay with sharing this at this point, but when I was a teenager I had a man in his thirties groom me and sleep with me. I still don’t fully understand it, but I do think that experience is where my fantasies stem from, and they aren’t healthy, and I’m revisiting therapy to try to figure out why I lean into the thought of my vulnerable self being sexually abused by older men.

The Elves of the Wood, Parts 1 and 2 [Fantasy, MF, Mf, Oral Sex, Plot, Long]

Part One

They watched him travel the shaded mountain path through the heart of their village with a myriad of expressions written upon their elvish faces. Some seemed curious, others wary, while still more were impassive, but mostly he saw excitement. They were all dressed alike, if in fact they could be said to be dressed at all. They were mostly naked, with only a thin strip of loincloth draped between their thighs, and their bare breasts and bellies exposed to the sun’s warmth. The villagers stood in a crowd fronting their modest thatched roof huts; mothers and their daughters, young women, youngling girls, and crones with silvery hair and wizened, weathered faces.

Drinnen stole quick glances as he led his pack mule along the village thoroughfare, its grade growing ever steeper as he neared the Queen’s Hill. His destination was the formidable fortress of felled trees and set stone that loomed at its crest. He looked over his shoulder to see the thread of his path vanish as the villagers fell in procession behind him. His hefty walking pack was a great weight upon his shoulders, and his legs and back were weary from many days of foot travel, but onward he trod. Ranger, his trusty mule, ever followed him, and was packed high with countless trading wares, a hunting bow, and several mismatched pots and pans.

The Summer of Sin [MF] [20M][18F]

Thos starts a little slow, but gets a little kinkier as it goes on…

We’d been dating a long time… Online. We met on MySpace, back when that was a thing. She lived a few states away, but we would text constantly. Everything from life to love to lust. I was smitten with her. She was my on-again/off-again long distance internet girlfriend for a long time before we ever met in person.

I was 20 years old. She just turned 18 a couple months prior. I bought a plane ticket from her city to mine. This girl I’d known only online for all this time would finally be in my arms. I had never been more nervous in my life. When I saw her, it was surreal. She kissed me, and it had a little suction on it to hold me in place. She hugged me tight, and lovingly. We fit together in our hug so perfectly. Our connection was undeniable.

Work taboo (MF) (anal) (toy) Part 1

The window is down while I mouth along with the music on the radio. I’m currently driving the 40 minute to work and my mind starts to wander. ‘I wonder if Cam is working…’ my mind burst with fantasies ranging from vanilla to taboo. Shaking my head I turned the music up higher to drown them out.

I arrive to work half an hour before the staff need to do shift change. The day shift girls are babbling when one says “Cam will be a few minutes late. He needed to double back for something.” “What did he forget?” One woman asked in passing. None knew and continued on with their conversation. I was tuning their voices out and returned back into my fantasy world of desires. About 10 minutes later a knock on the door comes. Pulling up my mask I open up to see his piercing blue eyes meet mine. ‘Is there more a shine to them today?’ I wonder subconsciously as he passes by me to join the rest of the staff.

Close Teacher 3

part 3

6:45 AM. My alarm clock rings. It takes me a moment to realize that I don’t have to get up for work. There’s a knock on my front door. “She didn’t.” I think to myself, half hoping that she did. She did. I open my door to find Tiffany standing there in a long trench coat and big sunglasses. “Good morning, Mr. Reynolds. Nice Jammies. May I come in?” she asks walking in, then closing the door behind her.

“How did you know where I live?” I asked, still groggy from just waking up.

How I got this nickname [TF] [F] LONG

Some background: After a long hiatus, my spouse (let’s call her Alana, MtF) and I (F) have been exploring our kinkier sides again. It can be awkward and hesitant at times, and needs a lot of communication, but this night reminded us of how much we love having kink in our lives. It was lots of fun, and got me the nickname I used for this account.. I’ve been instructed to write this up as a final task.

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Date night started out as it usually does during covid.. watching a movie on the couch. Halfway through, I reached over and paused it.

“I.. had an idea for tonight. If.. if you’re into it?”

Alana heard the nervousness in my voice, saw the blood rush to my cheeks, and a little knowing smirk came across her face.

“..yeeess, I could be into.. something. What did you have in mind?”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but pushed forward anyway. “I’ve been having a bit of a fantasy, you know, something along the lines of free use, if you feel okay with what you know of my limits. I’d be yours to use as you wish, all I ask is that you let me shower first, and I’d like to have an orgasm *eventually*.”