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[Group][Rape][Watersports] Initiation

Let me preface this story, it’s raw, a bit violent, and has rape and watersports involved. It does not glorify the act heavily instead focusing on the dark side of such a fantasy. This is also 100% fictional unlike my other pieces. I hope those who read on enjoy it, and I respect you if you chose not to read it or dislike the content. Just be respectful to those who do enjoy it.

Thanks~

Initiation

They came in the dead of night. Burning, pillaging, murdering and raping my village until there was nothing left. We were told to be counted as lucky, the other young girls and I. We were captured and spared horrible fates of death and torture as we were lead away in tight binds. My wrists and ankles were raw by the time we arrived in their city. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Their homes were made of stone and thick hard wood, square in shape with pyramid like roofs. Much different then our homes, made from animal hides, wood, and clay. Read more »

Cherry on Top, Chapter 4 [Mf] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l2qe9p/cherry_on_top_chapter_3_mf_incest_fatherdaughter/)

***LEON***

I rapped my knuckles on the top of the divider to Colette’s cubicle. She turned to look up at me, probably seeing the state I was in.

“Colette, could you see me in my office?” I murmured, almost in a rasp. She must have seen the distress on my face and nodded wordlessly. I walked back to my office while she said something to her cubicle neighbor Jasmine. When she entered she closed the door behind her.

“I should start charging by the hour,” she joked, and I chuckled once before my smile slowly faded. “So… You look miserable today. How is it that we talk about finding happiness, and two days later you look like this?” She regarded me with sympathy and worry, and I sighed.

“It’s not really related,” I explained, rubbing my brow. “Cherry broke down yesterday, wanting to know more about her mom.”

Colette stared at me, then blinked in incomprehension. “I’m sorry for being blunt, but what’s wrong with telling her? I mean, what was she asking to know about?”

I gulped. “Her name. How I met her. How she died.” Read more »

February

It feels like I’ve been planning for this day for years. but now that I think about it I’ve probably been planning it ever since I met her.

I planned out a nice dinner and a bunch of other shit. But it’s ruined now. While I was out, I don’t know where I was passing by but I saw her. I saw her kissing someone else. Kissing another guy.

I pulled over and I threw everything out. Flowers, groceries, candles. I threw out everything. I’ve been sitting on this couch for the last three hours waiting for her to come home. Thinking back to my car ride home I remember I could feel the tears pricking the sides of my eyes. I can vividly remember the feeling of how bad my nose was burning.

It felt like I’d been stabbed in the chest. In my heart. It’s valentines week… a few days before the date. I can’t believe she’d do that, there has to be an excuse but I’m so angry I don’t think I’ll give her the chance to explain. Read more »

A SECOND short FvF boxing story…

Yet ANOTHER short FVF boxing story (part 2!)

Hazel rested behind the chain link fence of the backyard arena. Anxious about her first fight there. Female fighters all reclined at the front rows waiting for their chance to compete against one another.

In the arena two women were squaring off against one another. They circled each other, both of them giving off brutal wolf-like glares. In the backyard arena, there was competition in nearly every aspect. Every woman here wore light makeup to make themselves look more appealing. They wore racy outfits. More fit for a modeling gig than a bare-knuckle boxing match.

It was all to excite the betting men (and women). Money always went to the most attractive women. And the best fighters.

Hazel was jolted awake by a huge *Twhack!* and the crowd going wild. Apparently the fight had started. A blond white prizefighter had just downed a tanned brunette. They both wore rhinestone coated colorful bras, their bottom briefs were cut out to leave just enough to the imagination. The crowd roared on as the blond dove into the brunette and started to pound her senseless with her bare fists. Read more »

Imagine

Like every other day, it’s been stressful as fuck. So, I decided to take some pictures. I plugged in my flat iron and started searching for my clothes. I decided on just a lingerie photoshoot. Why not? I look at my phone and still no text from him.

Is he coming home anytime soon? I feel like this is later than he usually stays at work. I hope he’s okay. I stare at myself in the mirror and I start fixing my hair.

When I finished I looked over myself and fuck, I look good. I start taking my pictures and in between some of them, I check my phone. Over. And over.

After my pictures are done, I still keep my phone propped up on the stand. In the last pose, I was on my knees and then I had spread my thighs wide open. I still had my camera app open and when I looked up I gasped. “Fuck, why do I look good?” The way I’m sitting is a perfect angle to ride someone. I started to whisper out loud to myself. “Imagine riding him like this. One hand wrapped around his throat. The other tied up with mine. Fuck-“ Read more »

Squadron Moral Part1 (Hotwife/swinging/gang bang/work sex/military)

Antoinette (Anne for short) and Jim had been married for 15 years. Both active duty Navy for the first 7 and then Jim got out after his rating had been merged and downsized. He went on to work as a contractor being deployed as often as she was. Currently their three kids we at home with with Anne’s mother while Jim was working on an undisclosed aircraft carrier and Anne was spending a blustery 3 weeks in Florida working up her squadron, and getting flight time for the pilots. As maintenance lead they had dropped 2-3 engines a week run maintenance rebuilt what they had too and generally were rocking the shit out of their job. But as usual tensions were beginning to run higher and energy was running low.

After maintenance meeting on Friday Anne had stayed behind in the off with the Maintenance Chief to go over next weeks schedule and the training schedule. Which had taken about 3 minutes of their scheduled 1 hour meeting time and they were now in Tom’s room she was bent over his bed his cock easing in and out of her. “We need to…. fuck just like that… have a BBQ or somethmmmmm yessss.” Anne was a petite little red head, short hair, soft skin, freckles down to her breasts the swing back and forth. A tinker bell tattoo and a bubble butt that shook with each thrust into her neatly trimmed pussy. It gripped and pulled his hard shaft as he pulled out, the muscles threatened to make cum too early. Read more »

A day on the lake [mf] [father/daughter, swimsuit, erotic massage, masturbation, cheating] [longer story] Pt. 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l6992s/a_day_on_the_lake_mf_fatherdaughter_swimsuit/?)

From his perch, Richard reached into the cooler and cracked open another can of beer. He knew he would probably get dehydrated from drinking too much on the open water, but he didn’t care. He needed something to numb the thoughts running through his head.

He wanted to pretend like what just happened was his imagination, but he couldn’t. The image of Callie’s tight body was branded in his mind. Her short, curvy frame. The way her breasts pressed against the cups of her bikini top, spilling out from both sides. The ratio of her full chest to her even wider, unbelievably broad hips and thighs.

For the first time, he understood why his daughter was so adamant about covering up every inch of her body. She had the figure of a woman twice her age, with the tight skin that could only be found on someone young and barely lived.

“Are you watching me?” Callie called, bobbing up from underwater near the nose of the boat.

“Laser pointers!” he pointed to his eyes and pointed back at her. Callie smiled, and dove under once again. Read more »

I can’t stop thinking about a man I met on Tinder [FM]

I have just moved into a new city that’s about a 5 hours drive from my hometown. For context I am an Asian Australian 23 [F] and this town I’ve moved to into this week has a mostly Caucasian demographic. As I have always had preference for POC, I decided I’d enjoy one last tinder hook up in my hometown during my final week there. Last Wednesday I went on my first date with a 27 [M], let’s call him Isaac.

On reflection, we didn’t make too much small talk online and went straight to organising a date. We both agreed through text to meet at a new ramen restaurant nearby mine around 5.30. Isaac told me he would go there straight after work and may run a little late. I was keen to meet him. He looked well presented, and overall, a really dapper guy in his profile. He was also a fur parent to a gorgeous ragdoll cat – yes please! I always appreciate meeting a cute pet on top of sex! We worked in the same field and I knew we would have lots to talk about in person. He got there first. A text came through on my phone around 5.30 while I was pottering around at home killing time. Read more »

Amy’s unraveling (MF)

Amy’s unraveling.

The hard days of work in the medical field during a pandemic was taxing. The difficulty and the pace were a large part of what made the work exhausting, but it was the human element that really drove the fatigue in. Amy had been putting in extra hours, trying to help the office catch up on the backlog of patients and the exhaustion was telling.

On this particular Friday night, she had stayed over an extra two hours to make sure the charting was complete and accurate. When she stepped out of the office, into the parking lot, the night sky rested pensively over the city.

“Ugh, I need a drink.” She thought to herself as she walked to her car.

She drove the two blocks it took to get to “Pub lick”, the most recent addition to the downtown pub scene. She had been here before on two occasions, one of which she had met someone. As it would turn out, he was far to eager for a serious relationship. They had only been on three dates before he began to profess his love. While love was definitely something Amy desired, she didn’t want the imaginary variety. After that, she ended the courtship. Tonight, however, Amy was not in search of anything but anything that would turn off her mind. Read more »