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A night we’ll never forget Part 1 [FFFM] [M28 FFF20s] [Dirty talk] [F/F F/M] [Rough] [Spanking] [Mild Fdom/Fsub]

The ping of my phone snapped my focus away from the movie I was watching. It was a message from Kat, she was supposed to be having girls’ night, so I was a little surprised she was texting me. I opened the message to see a selfie of her and her two friends Bethany and Kassie smoking on her porch with the caption “having fun.” I replied back, “looks like a wild night ;),” and set my phone down to resume my movie.

About 15 minutes later my phone pinged again, and I opened it to a photo of three of them doing shots in their bras with the caption, “now we’re getting this party started.” “That looks like my kind of party,” I replied, I stared at the screen hoping for another photo but when nothing came through, I set my phone back down and dozed off. Read more »

Making a Paypig – The First Encounter [Femdom] [Fetish][Ageplay] [Finsub]

Below is a true story of how my infatuation with our one true Goddess began. Read more »

The Longest Movie of Her Life [F26/f22] [FF] [D/s] [Fdom] [Denial] [Edging] [Lesdom] [Female Gaze]

Daisy bit her lip and squeezed her legs tighter together. She felt hyper aware of the hand that rested on her thigh, and she hated the feeling of her sticky, wet panties pressed up against her. She could feel the heat radiating from her frustrated pussy, and she was sure that the restaurant didn’t need the heater if she was there. Across the table sat some old friends she was supposed to be catching up with. She tried to smile and stay engaged in the conversation, but all she could think about was how sensitive she felt down there. She’d never been denied this long, but she was determined to be a good girl and do what was expected of her.

Catherine talked and listened and stayed engaged in the conversation, but she always considered herself to be a great multitasker. She felt thighs tense as her girlfriend pressed her legs together, but Catherine pried them back open easily with her hand, never breaking eye contact with her friends across the table. “Yes, we both use our degrees,” she answered her friend’s question with a smile. “How about you two?” Read more »

Simba Cannot Forget – Chapter 3 – Simba still remembers [MF18+] [Male Reluctant Sex] [Femdom] [Hate-fucking] [Orgasmic Memory Wipe] [Casual Sex With Love Interest]

Originally posted [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/121gndv/simba_cannot_forget_chapter_3_simba_still/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/106q7wb/simba_cannot_forget_chapter_2_m19f18_male/)

I felt very anxious about returning to school, more so than yesterday, feeling like a gazelle wandering into a lion’s den.

It was only made worse by the thick ominous clouds covering the sky. It was so dark and it was clear that it was going to rain later today.

After having realized in the morning that I still remembered Hayase and what she had done, I had wracked my brain for how to keep her from realizing. The best way I could think of was to make her believe that I had forgotten by acting as if I didn’t know her, acting as I had before.

*You know that is never going to work, her perception is sharp like an eagle…*

But what else could I do? I desperately didn’t want to lose those memories and I didn’t want her to hate me and suspect me of telling other people about her.

I cautiously walked through the corridors towards my first lecture. A howl of wind whistled outside. Apparently the wind was picking up. Was a storm boiling up outside?

I heard a rippling laughter, smooth as silk, around the corner. Read more »

Sleep over at Mistress’s place! [Femdom]

(Reposting due to change in title. I am trying to create a proper label for all my writings.)

I was at Mistress’s place and we were preparing to sleep. She made me wear hand cuffs and ankle cuffs earlier in the evening while having dinner. I was still wearing the hand cuffs and ankle cuffs. Before I could ask her to remove them before going to bed, she asked me if I brushed my teeth.

I replied, “No, I don’t usually brush my teeth before going to bed. I brush my teeth in the morning.”

She then said, “Well, that is going to change from today. Go and brush your teeth.”

I simply smiled and was about to remove my hand cuffs and ankle cuffs before going to the bathroom outside but she interrupted me saying, “Who gave you permission to remove your cuffs?”

I looked at her in a surprise and said, “How else I would go to brush my teeth then?” 😮

She replied, “Your hands aren’t cuffed behind your back. I don’t think you would have any trouble brushing your teeth with the cuffs on.” Read more »

She didn’t just take my virginity, she tore it away [M23/F22] [fdom] [first time]

I was a virgin at 23. Unlike just about most people that age who still had yet to pop the cherry, I was very much okay with being a virgin. It had little bearing on my life, and I was actually grateful that I didn’t really have to deal with all the drama that so often comes with sex (though perhaps that was a rather pessimistic attitude.) At the time, I didn’t know if I was just saying that as a means of damage limitation, but I can now say without a doubt that I genuinely felt that way. Don’t get me wrong, I did want to lose it, but evidently not so much that I was ever willing to exert more than a soupçon of energy in its pursuit, and that rings true throughout this story. I was very much the object of pursuit, and the whole affair made me realise that secretly, that was precisely how I had always wanted my first experience to be. Read more »

Permanent Orgasm Denial Machine: Chapter 2 (femdom)

I instinctively flinch as I hear the distant clicks of the womans heels as she walks over to my bed. “How did you enjoy your first month in this machine?” She asks. Of course, I am unable to answer, as the dildo gag in my mouth does not allow me to speak.

“You see?” The woman says. “It really isn’t so bad, is it? I think you’re now sufficiently broken for me to start our training.” She steps closer, her heels ringing intimidatingly on the cement floor. She runs her hands down the outside of my latex encased chest until she reaches the tube with my cock inside. I struggle lightly against my bonds as she teases me like this.

“This must be so brutal for you, to have your cock stuffed into a machine that edges you but never lets you cum. That young piece of meat must be in pain by now. Does it hurt?” Read more »

SAD GIRL [F/M] [FEMDOM] [INFIDELITY] [PUNISHMENT] [SAD EROTICA]

# S A D G I R L

She stood on the steps of her apartment building, dressed in her favorite oversized shirt and cutoff shorts. He had left her there, alone, once again. She knew he was off with his family, pretending like she didn’t exist. But she didn’t care. She liked her neighborhood, her gun, and her little car.

She was his girl and would protect him, no matter what. As she walked down the street, her gun tucked securely in her waistband, she couldn’t help but feel a little sexy. She knew her power over him and how he looked at her when she pulled out her gun. It was a thrill she couldn’t resist.

She hopped into her little car and drove down the street, the wind blowing through her hair. She loved the way it felt like she was invincible. She pulled into an empty parking lot and waited. She knew he would come back eventually.

And when he did, she was ready. They climbed into the back of her car, his hands fumbling with her cutoff shorts as she pulled up her oversized shirt. She wanted him to see her, to really see her, but he never did. He always left her wanting more. Read more »

The Night at Policewoman‘s Place [Femdom] [Masturbation] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [VOY] [Les][Fiction]

My parents were mysterious to me -more so than Big Foot or the Lochness monster if I might be frank. I never understood dad´s fixation with women like my mom, who never spoke unless spoken to, wore flowery clothes and lived just for the house, kids, and television. Not to mention, mom was flat-chested, her body looking like an ironing board she was fond so much.

I liked ladies with power, meaning three things, two of them being their jugs. The last of them was the office to command and condemn men. I remember looking for pictures of female politicians and judges, choosing photos where I could see their expensive clothes, stretched by their boobs that could feed future generations and enchant countless crowds, including desperate criminals.

When I was eighteen, I was trading most of the nude photos with a boy of the same age Eric Taylor, whose household was so different from mine, and most of the guys swore they wanted to grow up in it. Eric and his half-sister Sandy were being raised by two moms. The thin African-American Doris and Louise, Mexican lady of slightly plumper shapes. The boys in the neighborhood joked that Doris must have met her wife at an anti-immigration department because she worked as a police officer. Read more »