Poetry & Blood Part 16 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 16: Fragile**

**Camille**

Camille’s hands shook as she read over Abigail’s feedback. She wasn’t sure when the shaking began. Traditionally, she kept track of the days by when she slept. She stopped sleeping long before the shaking started. Right? Was it long?

She took a deep breath and read over the words together. They blurred more often than not, little red squiggles dancing over the page. Her own words were nothing but cruel hieroglyphics, trapping meaning into caged lines, as though a word was nothing more than a symbol, as though a thing was nothing more than its word. She put on her new pair of glasses. The doctor said this would help, but she was wrong. Perhaps vampire eyes didn’t obey the logic of modern medicine.

“Logic,” whispered Camille. “From *logos*. The word.”

“Excuse me?” asked Abigail. The slender dark skinned girl was on her knees while Camille paced, her chin sticky from the bowl of strawberries, the pages stained with sugary and pale red. Camille’s eyes darted from the page to the nervous quiver of Abigail’s neck. She’d go well with strawberries.

Enki’s Puzzle Chapter 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 7. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search my name on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Previous chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/la43a4/enkis_puzzle_chapter_1_mf_inc_cheat/)

“Goodness gracious, Nicky.” Kate pushed her son away from her. “Ew. You … kissed me with your tongue.” She slapped him across the face. “That’s so, so far beyond the pale.” She watched him turn and run upstairs. “You’re lucky your father isn’t home.” She called after him. Her husband was out with his buddies watching the game. Kate shook her head. What was she going to do with her troublesome eighteen-year-old son?

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Fuck the Police 2 – The Second Offense [Str8] [MF] [Mdom] [nc] [preg]

In the middle of the night outside a small house, Tyler opened the trunk of his car.  Inside of which was Officer Karen.  She lay there in shock, naked leaking cum.  Her tear streaked face wore an expression of resigned horror.  Tyler could tell she was still processing what he had just done to her.  Her wide eyes looking off into space spoke volumes.  She knew she was a damaged thing now, and Tyler knew it too.

Now it was time for him to capitalize on it.   He ran his hand down along her body.  She felt soft and warm, but there was an athletic firmness to her body too.  Karen shuddered at his touch, but she was in no position to refuse Tyler.  He already had enough blackmail to keep her compliant, but he had to keep the pressure on.  His hand reached her groin, and slid down to caress Karen’s labia.  He could feel the wet  slimy remnants of the cum he filled her with earlier.  Still it was slicker and wetter than he thought it would be from just his cum leaking out.  A wickedly lewd smile appeared on his face. “Still wet I see.”  He said fingering Karen’s cunt.  “Fuck you’re such a slut.  If word ever got out…”  Tyler trailed off, he knew Karen couldn’t risk being exposed for what she was.  “Well it looks like we’ve made it to your home.  Aren’t you going to be a good host, and show me in?”

BUYING MY STEP-SISTER, Pt.5

(Ashlynn and I are really enjoy our time together, both accepting the odd relationship and going with it)

5

Ashlynn Luker was lying there, taking every bit of my dick. “Pinch your nipples” I told her, as I pumped steadily away.

“UH-h-hh!” She moaned out loud, as she was pounded into again and again. Ashlynn was tugging her nipples as told, looking at me with a slightly glassy look, mouth open. She was all but being bred, used as her buyer intended her to be, and it was apparent she liked it. A lot.

I had been doing this to her long enough, so I changed it up. Going ‘all in’, I held, knowing she would expect me to begin to grind as I have done before. Instead, I let go of her ankles, shifting her ankles to my shoulders. It was now MY turn to grasp those taught little pencil-erasers on each breast. And then, I shifted myself up…a little adjustment…THERE.

I could now feel my uncircumcised mushroom head pushing on what could only be Ashlynn’s cervix. Rather than pump, I began to make tiny circular ‘tuck’ movements with my hips. I knew that I would now be rubbing her G-spot, and I also knew that the end result would be explosive. It was.

[M]aking my wi[F]e cum 40 times during the month of march. Tuesday the 9th

Tuesday the 9th, I start to wake my wife up like I have every other morning so far this month but she is really sore. Her spirit is willing, but she feels like she ran a Marathon, and her legs hurt when she tightens her muscles, throwing her off her orgasm. So I settle for just some gentle oral, hoping to keep her motor running throughout the day, and after about 30 minutes get her into the shower and on with her day.

10am……UPS shows up with a package at the door. My wife knows nothing about this package. Inside is a new waterproof wand massager, dildo, buttplug, cockring, and some lube. Sarah has been nervous about toys, but has been interested in playing with toys more. Now, with her legs being complete mush, I don’t expect we will play with all of these toys tonight, or even this week, but man, this month is going to be a lot of fun for both of us. I unbox the Peak waterproof massager and get it on the charger, and put the plug and dildo in a drawer she has set aside for sex accoutrements.

Submitting to her everywhim

NSFW

Fantasy with another Redditor ~ Not True Story ~ Just pure desires

She’d been teasing me for weeks now. Every morning, every night. It’s all that’s been on my mind since we started talking. I’ve been waiting for this meet up for so long, I can feel the anxiety building in every nerve in my body. She’ll be here soon, I’m waiting just as she instructed.

I’m in my room, on my knees. Back straight, head down facing my bed, back to the door. Wearing my pink crop top cut at the belly button. It’s about two sizes to small so I couldn’t wear a bra with it. My 32C breasts are struggling to stay in my shirt, I can feel them trying to burst out. My red mini skirt , to match my choker, was not long enough to even cover my ass, my butt plug was showing, the red jewel shimmering in black light. Barefoot, unknown to as why.. it was a bit chilly in my room and wearing so little had given me the shivers for a little while now. I’ve been waiting patiently as she asked. I was instructed not to touch myself until she arrived, which has been horrendously difficult as all I could think about while I waited was all the ways she might take me.

A college professor’s first time being a hotwife – with a student being her bull! [Part 3][Hotwife][Cuckold][Age gap][Older woman younger man]

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m0iig3/a_college_professors_first_time_being_a_hotwife/)

[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m16pq6/a_college_professors_first_time_being_a_hotwife/)

"Don't make me wait now." Drew's voice was back to his commanding tone once again. "Strip!"

I didn't need to be told twice. My hands reach the top of my dress, which was hanging loosely over my breasts, and pull it down, ever so slowly, giving him a slow and sensual undressing visual. Drew remained silent, but his eyes betrayed his lust. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my dress – which meant that as soon as the dress slid past a certain point, my breasts were unveiled. There they hung, not quite large but not exactly tiny either. I had always been proud of them, but that didn't mean I went around parading them. Except, I was doing exactly the same thing right now.

"Do you like them?" I find myself asking Drew.

"Love 'em!" he replies with a happy smirk, ogling my tits.

Being objectified by your student is not something any professor fantasizes about, but that was my reality in the moment. I couldn't imagine how I'd face Drew in class after this. After this, and everything else we'd end up doing tonight. But that was future me's problem.

Threesome

nother day, another text from me. It tells you to be waiting outside your work and to wear something sexy as I have a treat for you tonight. So there you are waiting, you’ve already got a surprise for me, your knickers are in your bag. When the car pulls up you don’t recognise it, it’s not the one I normally drive and then you see me. But I’m getting out of the passenger side. Always the gentlemen, well not always, I open the back door for you. The driver could be my brother. He’s tall like me, same fair hair and blue eyes. He turns with a smile to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Gav. Robs mate. I’m here for a short holiday so I looked him up. He suggested we all go out. Hope you don’t mind ”

Poetry & Blood Part 14 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampires]

**Chapter 14: Weak**

**Laura**

Tonight was the night.

Laura lounged in her bedroom, alternating between futile attempts to read and frustrating attempts to write. She wanted to be productive, to have something to distract her, but it was all in vain. Somewhere outside the manor, Claire and Emma were bringing an end to the reign of Angelica in this house. Somewhere, they were doing bloody work, ensuring the safety of Laura’s plans from revenge.

Even Marcilla’s poems did nothing to distract Laura. She had commanded Abby to copy them down slowly for her, though most of them were rooted in her mind. She thought that reminding herself why this was happening, why she was doing all this, would perhaps give her the strength, conviction, or distraction. It failed on that part.

Bo and Me, Chapter 7 — Spilling the Secret (fgg, rom, nosex)

**Chapter 7 — Spilling the Secret**

I peek out from behind the shed. Not far away some kids are playing soccer, but they’re engrossed in their game. I walk out ahead of Bo who’s carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I feel lightheaded and my body is warm all over. If Bo’s face is any indication, we’re both still blushing.

“You can go to the spot without me,” I tell Bo. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“By the poolside. I need to take a cold shower.”

“Oh yeah, that does sound really good. I’m going with you.”

We proceed past the soccer field to the hedge, which is really a tall thicket of shrubs some four meters wide with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” Bo says as we push our way through it, and I have to laugh.

We cross the lawn on the other side and descend down the stepped stone terrace, exchanging uncertain looks as we stop in front of one of the few cold-water showers by the poolside.