Tag: Fisting

[MF] roommates turned FWB a month before I moved out (M25/F25)

So this is the second time I’ve had a M/F roommate arrangement end with us sleeping together. First time ended very badly so I don’t recommend it but this time it didn’t cause any issues in the friendship, probably because I left after it happened.

Barely anybody knows about this so I find it fun writing the story out as a confession and reminiscing on here.

*if you don’t care for the background/buildup just scroll to “PART 6 – THE FUN PART”*

BACKGROUND
My recently former roomie (who we’ll call Sara) and I met in a Uni group project in 1st year. The group got along super well and eventually started hanging outside of school, turning into some close friendships, many lasting to this day.

Sara and I weren’t particularly close to each other in that group but I always found her chill and very attractive. She’s mixed asian, with a really pretty face and is decently athletic. However, she’s always given off innocent type vibes and one friend said she even told him she was still a virgin when we all met in 1st year. After that she had a boyfriend for a couple years so I guessed she really only had a couple partners, if that. Read more »

Clementina, Part IX [erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, anal, lactation, MFFF, incest(m/s,s/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, EXTREME ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION AND MORE.

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As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

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This story assumes you have read all previous eight parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

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I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. Thank you!

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This story begins immediately after Part VIII ends.

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Thanks.

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Clementina, Part IX

Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)

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I was awakened the next morning by a knock on the hotel room door and the thickly accented call of “housekeeping!” Clementina still lay beside me, her head on the pillow, her hair on my chest.

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I sighed. I was content. Clementina had succeeded. I did love her in a very special way.

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Beg for Your Job | [MF] [Degradation] [Blackmail] [Handjob] [Blowjob] [Anal] [Anal Creampie] [non-con]

*hey guys! this is my first time posting a story, I hope you all enjoy it! if you like it please upvote or leave a comment, or even message me if you wanna chat or have ideas for another story.*

*TRIGGER WARNING: This story does contain some quite brutal subject matters, such as misogyny and forced sex. Please do not read if these topics make you uneasy or upset. Every character is over the age of 18 and I do not condone the acts portrayed.*

‘Hey, Michelle. Can you come up to my office for a sec?’ I smiled. ‘Gotta sort out some issues with your payroll.’

The brunette looked up from the reception desk, puzzled. ‘My payroll?’

‘Yeah. There’s been a glitch in the system. IT are fixing it as we speak, but I just need to sort out your details.’

She didn’t move. She had been in a conversation with another woman, a blonde bimbo now awkwardly looking at her feet. Sofia? Sara? Sasha? Fuck it, I couldn’t remember her name. All these bitches looked the same to me.

‘You *do* wanna get paid on time this month, don’t you?’ I said, ‘C’mon. I won’t keep you long. I promise.’ Read more »

The Cheerleader (D/s, M/F, original)

I was walking through the university’s gymnasium—a nice shortcut between my office and the library—when I heard what sounded like moaning. It seemed to be coming from just beyond the girls’ locker room door. I pressed my palm against the swinging door, gently extending my fingers to push it open slightly. What I thought could be someone in pain I now recognized as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I slipped in.

I turned the initial corner to encounter the rows of slim lockers. If my memory was accurate, the cheer squad wrapped up practice recently. I walked slowly to the second row of lockers and saw her. She was sitting on the long, thin bench between the lockers, her back to me. But, I recognized the voice. It’s so strange to hear a voice you’re so accustomed to in another context—here, moaning, absorbed in pleasure. She was one of the more talkative students in my intro literature class. And here she was, still in her cheerleading uniform, her legs straddling the bench, spread wide so that she could touch herself, her head tilted forward and her long dark hair hanging in a loose pony tail. Read more »

[F][NB] Met a stranger at a gas station and let them fill me up…

I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to leave my ex-wife’s bed this morning, but it was. I had woken up at 6AM, my eyes immediately alert to the rising sun, body flushed with anxiety. It had taken hours to fall asleep the night before, but I wasn’t tired. Anticipation will do that to you. While I stared at the ceiling waiting for a more appropriate waking time, my ex-wife slept soundly, dirty blond hair fanning around her cherubic face. The soft fuzz on her cheek glowed in the morning light, and I was tempted to stroke it with the back of my fingers, as I had so many times before, but I didn’t.

We hadn’t shared a bed since we decided to amicably separate – me sleeping in the guest room, her in our bedroom. Formerly our bedroom. At first I thought sleeping without her next to me would be difficult, even though we hadn’t been intimate in years, but I adapted quickly. I did, at times, miss her heat. The night before I moved across the country seemed like a good time for a small ask; one last shared night in our (her) bed. I would have enough time to sleep alone. She, angel that she is, of course obliged me. It is her nature to be kind. We got dressed in our pajamas separately, forcing an undoing of our previous unabashed intimacy. Read more »

[F][NB] Met a stranger at a gas station and let them fill me up…

I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to leave my ex-wife’s bed this morning, but it was. I had woken up at 6AM, my eyes immediately alert to the rising sun, body flushed with anxiety. It had taken hours to fall asleep the night before, but I wasn’t tired. Anticipation will do that to you. While I stared at the ceiling waiting for a more appropriate waking time, my ex-wife slept soundly, dirty blond hair fanning around her cherubic face. The soft fuzz on her cheek glowed in the morning light, and I was tempted to stroke it with the back of my fingers, as I had so many times before, but I didn’t.

We hadn’t shared a bed since we decided to amicably separate – me sleeping in the guest room, her in our bedroom. Formerly our bedroom. At first I thought sleeping without her next to me would be difficult, even though we hadn’t been intimate in years, but I adapted quickly. I did, at times, miss her heat. The night before I moved across the country seemed like a good time for a small ask; one last shared night in our (her) bed. I would have enough time to sleep alone. She, angel that she is, of course obliged me. It is her nature to be kind. We got dressed in our pajamas separately, forcing an undoing of our previous unabashed intimacy. Read more »

Cherry on Top, Chapter 12 [Mf] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]

[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m8pzyz/cherry_on_top_chapter_11_mf_incest_fatherdaughter/)

***LEON***

It was only as I was walking to my desk after dropping Cherry off at school that I remembered today was Valentine’s Day. It had totally slipped my mind.

“Fuck,” I said out loud, just as I passed Jasmine’s and Colette’s cubicles. The two women peeked out at me, and I hurried to my office and dropped myself in my chair. My brain was swirling with thoughts of last night and tonight. It was done. Cherry knew the truth, and it had all gone better than expected. I’d have to thank Colette later for talking some sense into me. And the woman herself walked past my door on her way to the pantry. She gave me a wave with a look as if to ask if I was okay. I beckoned for her to come in, and she closed the door behind her before seating herself.

“Y’know, Jazz thinks we’re having an affair with how often I come in here,” she murmured, giggling.

“Does she not know about your new boyfriend?” I wondered.

She turned scarlet and mumbled incoherently for a moment before shaking her head. That was a surprise; I’d have thought Jasmine would be hounding her for details. “Well, he knows *about* him, but not much beyond that.” Read more »

I [F] Fucked my Professor [M] for a Better Grade

My customary background: I’m a 21-year old, 5’4, 135lb college girl with slightly wavy light-brunette hair that dips just below my shoulders, hazel eyes, 34C breasts, and a pretty nice bubble butt if I can brag a little. In high school I played soccer which gave me some killer definition in my ass and legs that I’ve maintained decently enough since then. I’ve always been a “good girl”, I got good grades, had a great relationship with my parents, and when I did cut loose, it always used to be in a safe, respectable way. But after being fucked exceptionally hard by some incredible cocks, I’ve become a bit of a wild slut, realizing I have a fetish for being dominated, used as a trophy for type-A men to display their status, and even thinking of how I’ve become a submissive bitch recently is making me wet.

“HHHMMPHH” I grunted out as my Econ 501 professor shoved his cock into me once again. Not out of any particular pleasure, the man had a very mediocre sized dick and an even more pedestrian understanding of how to use it, but because I knew he liked the idea of me sounding like I was struggling to take the “entirety” of him as he more or less forced me into being his personal humping post. Read more »

She’ll dominate him, any time, any place. [Fiction] [MF] [Str8] [Mixed Wrestling] [Humiliation] [Femdom] [Knockout]

“That’s not true!” Faye said while holding back a chuckle. She was standing in the kitchen cleaning dishes while her agitated husband paced back and forth in the other room.

“It absolutely is! Are you crazy?” Grant mused aggressively. “You always sneak attack me!”

“Name one time!” Faye retorted, her smile growing. Grant marched into the kitchen and looked his wife straight in the eyes, his face adorned with a look of utter shock at the question.

“Seriously? How about when you jumped me after the cribbage game? Or when you tied me down in my sleep? Or when you snuck up behind me and choked me out while I was stretching!” Faye snorted with laughter and Grant glared at her incredulously. “The fact is babe,” he said slowly, “you could never beat me in a fair fight.” Faye put down the dish she was cleaning and now it was her turn to glare.

“Is that a challenge?” She asked intimidatingly. Grant backed off slightly but held his ground.

“You bet it is,” he snapped. “We’ll settle this in an hour.” The couple shook hands and Grant walked off to prepare. Read more »