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Don’t play with the occult part 1: The Black Book

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down…just a little bit more, a little faster…and there we go! I lighten the grip around my member as I feel my balls tense up and start pumping. I lift my hips a bit and aim my cock to my stomach. As my fist runs up and down my veiny shaft for a last couple of strokes I feel a jolt of pleasure running up from the base to the very head of my penis as I orgasm. White sticky seed spurts out and lands on my flat stomach with every twitch of my cock. I take my finger and run it through the sperm and draw a sigil just above my shaft. I then take the letter with red ink from the bedside table and wipe up the rest of the semen with it. I then sign it and place it under my pillow.

I sigh and as my head clears I start to feel stupid. “Sex magic…what the hell was I thinking?”. I look at the black book at my side and then throw it down to the floor. “This is must be a new low”. Read more »

Disney EPCOT World Tour – Mexico [MF]

This is uh pretty long and my first attempt at posting here so be gentle lol and if you want to skip to sexy time look for the, ——-
(All pictures are representative and Imgur links will sauce)

This time a couple years ago (before Covid) I had just received the email. I had been selected for the Disney college program. Which reminds me of the best summer I ever had, I think a story you here would like. I would be spending my summer at the happiest place on Earth, Disney World, little did I know it would also be the horniest place on Earth.

For those who don’t know all those random cashiers and workers at Disney World are a bunch of college kids with housing around the park and we get just as wild as any kids our age. That means parties, drinking, and sex (not to ruin anyone’s childhood.)

Another fact about Disney World is at the EPCOT center all the country pavilions are actually worked by people from those countries this is how our story begins with me at one of those cast member parties I ran into [Adriana](https://imgur.com/a/j9YoNIs) an 19 year old girl from Mexico working at EPCOT. Read more »

The English language student, part 2 – her view [M/F][noncon]

*His view can be found [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/svouyo/the_english_language_student_part_2_his_view/)*

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She had to admit, becoming a hosted language student was the worst decision she’d ever made.

For a week and a half [afterwards](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sfuaxb/the_english_language_student_her_view_mfnoncon/), Mi-yong could almost pretend things had gone back to normal. She’d put in her request to move to the student residence at the university, and was told that there was a room available for her at the start of the next semester. She could keep it together…she just needed to keep her head down and stay focused on her studies until then.

She spent her nights burrowed in English, and was so deep in past-tense verbs that she didn’t hear her door open, wasn’t aware he was back until she heard the sound of her door close. She stiffened in dismay; she had thought he might return but had truly hoped that he would not. Maybe he just had a question? But no, when he came up behind her and grabbed her breasts that told her everything she needed to know. *No,* she told herself, *not this time.* She pushed his arms away, stood and told him she needed the bathroom; when she left her room she would find her homestay mother and tell her everything, and to hell with the consequences. It would cause a lot of trouble for her at school and back home, but she was *not* going to go through this again. Read more »

The English language student, part 2 – his view [M/F][noncon]

*Her view can be found [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/svoxmv/the_english_language_student_part_2_her_view/)*

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He had to admit, hosting a foreign language student was the best decision he’d ever made.

After the [first night](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/seas7o/the_englishlanguage_student_mf_noncon/) spent with their student, he’d spent the next week worried, avoiding her. Dinner those nights were awkward, with their student avoiding their eye and talking very little during the meal, retreating to her room as soon as she had finished eating. Waited for his wife, Anna, to come screaming into their house accusing him of sleeping with their student, demanding to know what happened, telling them that she’d told Anna *everything*, that it was all his fault.

But that didn’t happen. She said nothing, and coupled with the sidelong glances she would give him when they passed in the hall or met in the kitchen told him that not only was she not angry, but she wanted him, in fact, to visit her again. Read more »

Dancing Queen Ch. 3: Realizations [M/F]

[Home](https://www.reddit.com/user/Teososta/comments/suoqy1/dancing_queen/)

=== ***Queen*** ===

Right. I spent the night with him.

It’s weird waking up in a place you’re not familiar, with an arm around you that you’ve only seen a handful of times. But when it registered in my head, I smiled. I spent the night with Bryn, just making love and nothing more.

This is wonderful. I have to teach him the difference between sex and making love.

I gently stroked his face and he stirred, opening one eye and then the other.

“Morning sleepy head,” I said, and he groaned and picked himself up.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well,” he answered, and I stretched up and the draped an arm around him.

“I did,” I answered, realizing that my stretching was probably lost to him. “Shower before breakfast?”

He smiled at me and nodded.

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The water is warm as it cascades around my chest and belly. What’s even warmer are his lips around mine.

“We gotta be careful. You wouldn’t want to slip, now, would you?” I laughed and he agreed. I’ve never had shower sex before, but I know slipping in a shower is a good way to break an arm or a leg. Read more »

M/F Poison Ivy’s Itch [under the influence] [reverse rape] [femdom]

Barbra knew it was now or never, Ivy’s back was turned as she tried to flee from the basement. Giant plant mouths with barbed teeth snapped as Batgirl raced cross the concrete floor. Viney tentacles snapped after her.

“So close!” Ivy cooed and disappeared into a pink mist of spores released by a blossoming flower bigger than Barbra herself. “Yet sooooo faaar!” Her voice faded and trailed off. Barbra sneezed and coughed as she inhaled the spores. She fell to her knees and fumbled into her utility belt, retrieving a gas mask and quickly putting it on.

She blinked and by the time she was breathing easy again and could see straight, she was alone. “Drat!” She exclaimed snapping her fingers. “One day I’ll get you Pamela.” Barbra said to herself.

It had only been a few months since Barbra donned the cowl and started using her physical powers of persuasion to pummel the criminals of Gotham. But this was the third time Poison Ivy had escaped and Barbra was starting to feel beaten.

A short time later, she was gliding in the night air surveying the streets. She alighted on a nearby rooftop and observed a man cornering a woman. He looked like he had a switchblade. Read more »