Tag: Fisting

[M/F][M/F/M] Midnight – Episode 2(p.1) [Forced/NonCon][Abduction][BDSM]

The warmth of sunlight shone upon her face and the sweet aroma of funnel cakes and kettle corn was wafting thick through the air. In one hand she wielded her annoyingly specialized drink, a sugar free oat milk chocolate hazelnut frappe with extra whipped cream. She had already posted a photo of it. The other swung along in tandem, clutched to her Mother’s. They were at the Boardwalk but Hannah couldn’t say precisely where. Children were laughing and playing, running through the walkways. Amusement park rides were all operating around her. She felt happy to be there with her Mother, but sad that she knew it would be ending soon.

“I’m going to miss you! I just can’t believe how fast you grew up!” Her Mother mourned. “I know that a lot happens in college, so… I just want you to be safe.”

“Well, I’ll miss you too. You can’t keep saying that you know, I’m officially an adult. I mean, in like a few months.” Hannah answered with confidence.

“Oh I’ll be saying it forever. The time really flies. You know sweetie… you’re so beautiful, you’ve taken such good care of yourself. All the tedious effort and countless hours you put in to being your best self – I just want to make sure you give that gift to someone deserving.” Read more »

[M/F][M/F/M] Midnight – Episode 1 [Forced/NonCon][Abduction][BDSM]

Dusk crept across the Willamette Valley, the final dying embers of sunlight streaking across a navy blue sky. The mountain-tops darkened to jagged silhouettes, each pine tree a tooth in the gaping maw of the Cascade range. The cold came to Oregon early this year, a vicious biting chill that clawed at your face and ears, burned in your lungs. Desiccated yellow and brown leaves drifted lazily from trees shedding in the grasp of autumn, scattering over a rural road just off the highway. It was half a mile of dirt and gravel ending in a parking lot nestled in the shadow of Mt. Pisgah, overlooking the entrance to a withering and overgrown arboretum. In fair weather and daylight, it was a popular spot with several hiking trails. In the last hour before twilight though, in the frigid air, it was lonely and quiet. Three cars sat abandoned in the gravel lot, the stillness broken only by the forlorn howl of a swelling night wind, the skittering of dead, dry leaves. Read more »

I’m [F] his personal slut when he’s in town

Every few weeks or so, I’ll get a message saying he’ll be in town soon. He never asks if I want to see him, because it is a given I will be available for him to use. No, the only thing ever in question is if I’ll have time to get a new lingerie set to wear for him.

The next week dragged by while I waited for him. I picked out a new outfit, charged my vibe, pulled the restraints out I had tucked away for our use and each day prepped myself a bit more for him. Our sex was always so involved and rough I wanted to make sure every inch of me was pleasing to him.

Finally, the day arrived. Putting on the red, see through bodysuit and black fishnets with garters I’d bought a few days ago, I checked the time. He would be here soon. I unlocked the door, then settled on my knees in front of it as he had ordered. After what felt like ages, I heard him coming up the steps to my apartment, then he was in front of me. Read more »

Lesbian mothers are the best mothers – Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozs7sw/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_1/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p1kifv/lesbian_mothers_are_the_best_mothers_part_2/)

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First of all, sorry for the huge delay. But I was just relaxing and having a great time, while the Covid rules where relaxed a little at home. But also this part will not be the last one for you guys. **Promise**.

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Some days went by before there was another strange occurrence. I didn’t tell anyone of my semi-incest experiences. However, there basically is nothing illegal with it. My parents are not my “real” parents, so there is no shared blood.

My mothers were coming back from boldering (this is a sport where you are climbing walls with “pucks” on it), heavily sweating that their shirts were almost completely wet, their nipples peeked through the shirts. It was late afternoon. I would have estimated around 3pm.

They went showering, I didn’t want to disturb them, since they were some noises from the shower again, so I went coding a little on my new app – in my free-time, when I am not playing video games, I am mostly coding a little for fun, developing simple applications. After half an hour or so, my door crunched. Both my mums stood in front of me, fully naked. I just sat there in my boxers not being able to look away. There were looking stunning. The drops of water were still running down their skin leaving a little glossy shimmer on the bodies. My dick immediately bounced up. Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 25

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That wasn’t the most ideal conclusion, and I’m not going to count that as our first “one-on-one”. Alana has apologized to me profusely, and I’ve made it known that I should’ve said something. I didn’t know that something like that was going to trigger bad, poisoned memories and I didn’t know my reaction could be so unexpected. Bella finally came back and she hugged me really tight, kissing my forehead and rubbing my back.

“Mom, I’m fine,” I joked and she kind of gave a laugh-cry reply. She took Alana aside, and when they came back after a few minutes of discussion, Alana apologized again.

“Let’s just move forward, alright?” I offered and Alana nodded as she hugged me and gave me a kiss.

The weekend went by without much of a fuss. Bella and Alana kind of gave me a day off in terms of intercourse, though I think it has more to do to allow me to get back into my usual heaspace. I didn’t think it was possible to love two women, yet here I am doing just that. Read more »

Monster in the Woods part 2/2 (MF, FF, bi, exhib, fist, group, public)

And so they went, hand in hand. Alice really regretted wearing her lovely white platform heels. They were caked in mud. They could hear people all around them. Some were fucking, sucking, getting each other off. The rest of the crowd from the clearing also began following them.

“Well the pool of girls has dried up” explained Richard. “They might as well just come for the show”

Alice felt more daring and alive than she ever had before. The smell of the earth, and the thrill of sex all around her made her feel like all the rest of the world had been a mundane dream, that they were on a different planet.

Eventually they heard more moaning that increased in volume as they moved forward. It was almost like a high pitched chanting; there was a musicality to it. A flickering light began to shine through the trees, and suddenly they were bathed in the golden glow of a large bonfire.

“The centre of the woods” Read more »

Dealing with a rough day [M/F] [Femdom] [Milking] [Face sitting]

Alison fumbled with the lock as she struggled with the weight of the bag she had hooked onto her arm that was full of paperwork. She hadn’t managed to finish all of her filings, so when she saw it was 5 o’clock she had shoved the pile into a bag and brought it with her. She cursed under her breath as she felt her arm get tired and her key refusing to enter the keyhole. She was only able to open the door when she put the bag down and tried again.

She sighed as the door finally swung open and allowed her into the apartment. Putting her keys back in her jacket pocket, she reached down to pick up the bag and stepped inside.

“Hey hun.” She heard Nick call out to her from the living room.

She didn’t reply as she put the bag against the wall and dropped her purse down next to it. Then she kicked off her high heels and walked down the hallway into the living room. Read more »

The First Date. [M/F] [Rough] [Slapping] [Denial and Degradation] [Aftercare] [Daddy’s Little Whore]

I sit at my vanity and finish putting my hair into a high ponytail. My blonde hair still has the faded pink tips on the end and will go perfectly with the outfit that Daddy has chosen for me to wear tonight. It is our first date meeting face to face and I am a mix of nerves and stomach tingling excitement. 

Daddy and I have been talking for some time and his work is finally bringing him to my city. I press soft pink blush into my cheeks and press my lips together. I check my phone. 10 minutes. I stand up and turn to the outfit hanging on the door. A soft pink blouse, a black skirt with over the shoulder straps, long over the knee black socks, and short black kitten heels. I pull on the blouse, the buttons strain over my ample chest as I snap each one closed over a white lacy bra. The black skirt sits around my waist, and I pull the straps over my shoulders. The hem kisses my thighs and leaves a gap between my skirt and socks. A small pale expanse of flesh that lets the imagination run wild. I know that Daddy likes when people look at me. Underneath is a tiny white lace thong that barely covers my waxed mound and already slick privates. I lift my skirt and see the small damp patch spread over the lace. Read more »

39[F] met up with a neighbor 25[M] while my husband was at work

A few weeks after my first sexual encounter with my upstairs neighbor Brent and my husband(see previous post),i had been dying to see if i could sneak over to his place when my husband was at work. One night when they were talking in the hallway i overheard Brent say he had the next two days off of work, so i knew since i was off the following day as well id see if i could meet up with Brent somehow. Read more »

Under Covers Investigator [M/F][Fan Fiction][Voyeurism][Recording][Smut][Lemon]

**Synopsis:** Max, a bright but pathological voyeur, sets out to expose all the town’s dirty, little secrets, only to capture a shocking affair that throws his practice into question.

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**Chapter 1 – The Spilling of Tea**

A disheveled woman stormed into the café and blared, “That little shit!”

Boisterous chatter fell to silence.

Anxious murmurs stirred amid the rising tension. Everyone froze and eyed the woman in disarray, her hair a ruffled mess, her shirt untucked and rumpled under her large overcoat. She scanned the café with ire, patrons shying away as her red face panned in their direction.

An uneasiness held the room hostage.

She clutched an expensive handbag in one fist and a canteen in the other, leaving everyone guessing her intentions.

“Uh, ma’am?” asked the cashier in a trembling voice. “You need help with something?”

If the woman heard her, she showed no signs of it, determined to spot a guilty face amongst the bemused. Her search ended when she located a small table nestled in the far corner, a table seating Max and May.

She seethed and made a beeline for the teenagers. Read more »