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A New Home and A New Job (Part Two) [Mistress][Humiliation][Groping][Public Squirt]

Mia had just runaway from a bad situation, and now found herself in the home and business of a dominant woman named Emma. Mere moments ago, Emma had gotten Mia to finger herself to completion while on the car ride to Emma’s home, she had also gotten Mia to agree to be her pet. Mia had gladly followed Emma’s orders and even started addressing Emma as Mistress Emma.

The two women had finished their sexy moment during the car ride to Mistress Emma’s residence. Soon they were passing through a small but bustling town, and then pulled into Mistress Emma’s home. She lived in a two story concrete house, the first level was dedicated to her sex shop and the second level was where she lived.

Mia was already entranced by Mistress Emma’s body, confidence, and personality, but she quickly fell in love with Mistress Emma’s stylish home.

Mistress Emma parked the car, “My offer still stands, if you want to become my pet and my employee I will gladly take you, however, you can change your mind whenever you would like too.”

Mia smiled at Mistress Emma’s kind and sultry voice, “I would love to work and play with you Mistress.” Read more »

[FM] How I Met The TA Who Took My Virginity

Disclaimer: the name I use for myself here is not my real name.

As many of my followers have probably read, while sexually active early in life, I was raised in a deeply oppressive, sexually conservative Christian community, and didn’t have intercourse until I left the area my first year in college.

At this point in my life, I was really beginning to struggle with the oppressive norms of my community and how they conflicted with my sexual activity, fetishes, and attraction to all genders. I was also starting to work through the guilt of being labeled a slut at an early age by abusers and how I incorporated that label into my daily behavior. To help me better understand my own past, I decided one of the first classes

I would take would be able gender and sexuality.

The first day of class was so eye opening! Not just reviewing the syllabus and curriculum, but being surrounded by like-minded people. For the first time, I wasn’t in the minority. Sure, there was a bit of discomfort the first day, but after the instructor led us through some ice breakers, everyone talked openly and philosophically. There was no shame in sex. No shame in kink. No shame in powerful women who thought for themselves and didn’t live to please a man. No shame for being bisexual or pansexual. It was incredible! Read more »

[MF] Gotta Love a Good Facefuck

Well, we’ve been doing this fun thing recently where my boyfriend, A, gets up for work each morning really fucking early. About 20 minutes later I’ll start moving, but usually that’s just me sitting in bed naked and playing with the dog. A will come back in the room to do some stretching and get dressed. Well, as he puts his boxers on his stiffy just kinda pokes out. That’s when I attack and give him some morning head. Shit just looks inviting you know?

Due to time constraints, this tends to turn into quick doggy after about five minutes of me slobbering all up and down this handsome dick and having it pushed deep into my throat. He nuts, sometimes for the second time as we’ve already gone for one round at 4:45 AM and we’re both happy. He leaves for work. So on and so forth.

Yesterday though, that really set the tone for my day. I was so horny all morning. An hour or two after he left I played with my dildo and vibrator for a while to get off. Using the dildo on my tight, wet, warm, little cunt while imagining his hand around my throat is always a personal favorite. A couple hours later I got bored with work and what better to kill some time than scroll through Reddit’s dirtier side? That led me to reading a phenomenal bit of erotica and rubbing my clit until I came again. Read more »

Business or Pleasure? Part 3 – What happens in Paris, stays in Paris [MF | Cheating | Rough | Facial]

[Read Part 1 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hya5z2/business_or_pleasure_mf_public_creampie/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

[Read Part 2 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i1vwwk/business_or_pleasure_part_2_the_conference_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

After several days in Paris, John had begun to burnout. The constant back-to-back meetings were one thing; but the fact that his young associate Sarah had been constantly teasing him during the conference was almost unbearable. John had been able to resist her flirting for as long as they had worked together, but during this assignment everything had changed.

Their second night in the city, John and Sarah had gone out for drinks after their first round of presentations and networking events. While at a small club near the Eiffel Tower, the pair had several drinks, and with their inhibitions lowered, they had a passion fuelled night together. While the next night they were unable to spend it together due to their excessive schedule, Sarah had begun regularly sending him photos of her half naked, or descriptive messages about what they would be doing the last night in Paris.

John had rarely received any attention from women, but starting on their flight to Europe and a random encounter with the beautiful, French, blonde woman he had met; Elyse, it had become almost non-stop. This wouldn’t have been a problem for John considering he was single, but Sarah had a boyfriend back in Toronto who was waiting patiently for her return. She even called him at least once per day, generally right before sending John the photos or texts. Read more »

I [M] Banged 3 Roommates [F,F,F].

I met Annie in a Pickleball class. That’s right, [Pickleball](https://usapickleball.org/what-is-pickleball/). I had gotten into a bunch of drugs during my sophomore year and my grades reflected it, so to boost my GPA, I started taking a bunch of easy phys-ed classes that graded mostly on attendance/participation. That’s how I met a lot of hot girls in my junior and senior years of college. Annie was one of them.

Annie was on the bigger side, roughly [5’5”, 200lbs](https://app.mybodygallery.com/#/?height=165&weight=91) but still definitely pretty. We joked, flirted, and had a lot of feisty, competitive banter on the Pickleball court, but I didn’t really expect it to go anywhere. Not expecting anything made it easy. We just had fun and enjoyed our time together with no pressure, no expectations.

When the term ended, we still saw each other around campus and always said hi. Then one summer night, I bumped into her at a bar. We were both pretty drunk by the time we decided to walk the mile and change to her house. It must have been between 1 and 2 AM when we decided to stop in a park and lie down in the grass, looking at the stars. I leaned over and kissed her there, and after a little light making out, we were soon back on the way to her house. It was empty when we arrived, her roommates all gone, and after a few cups of water, we went back to making out. Read more »

My morning routine [MF]

My morning routine begins with watching the man in the flat across from mine masturbate. I look down from my window into his living room and he enters, usually in a band t-shirt and black boxers, chestnut hair mussed and tangled from sleep, one elegant hand stroking over his jawline. He sits at a desk and flips open his laptop.

During the pandemic he repainted, the walls turning from a deep burnished orange to pale white, like a reverse of the transition to autumn. He took down the curtains to paint, and I suppose the old colour simply doesn’t match the new. My apartment block is on a hill up from his, my flat a little elevated compared to his, and from my bedroom I can see him easily, though I suppose others can as well.

His chair is plain wood, without padding, and as he sits, he shifts his hips up to tug the boxers down. They pool around his feet and he kicks them into a corner. His hands dance rapidly over the keyboard and then he starts clicking away. I can see him in profile, and I always wonder at what he is looking. Read more »

The Consensual Kidnap [M/F] [D/s] [CNC]

(Just a quick disclaimer that I did write this on mobile, so I do apologise if any formatting is wrong, or there are any grammatical errors. I would love any feedback you all have, and other than that I hope everyone enjoys!)

I had to have you, your perfect hair, sex body, your exotic voice, angelic face, you were a goddess amongst men, and I had to make you mine.

Stepping out of your house, you walk towards your car, that is when i pounce. I walk up behind you, pressing the rag into your face. Soon you are knocked out and i carry you gently to my car. Your face is so peaceful in sleep. laying you gently on the backseat, i shut the car door, get in and begin driving home. You even smell amazing.

Soon, we are at my home. Gently lifting you from the seat, i carry you inside, loving the feeling of your body against mine. I carry you to my room, laying you down. There i strip you.

The pink dress you are wearing, is gently pulled up and over your head, revealing white panties and matching bra. I can’t help but kiss your belly, loving the sexy and innocent look you portray. Read more »

Repost: Eclipsys [MF]

Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.

Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.

She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.

She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.

“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice. Read more »

Pleasing the Professor

My hands shook as I attempted to take off his shirt. I could barely hold them still long enough to slide the buttons through their holes. The adrenaline of the moment was getting to me. Meanwhile, he was completely calm. His hands felt confident and powerful as they glided my shirt up over my head and then returned to my bare skin. It felt like I was on fire, the sheer touch made my skin spark. I managed to undo the buttons of his shirt and pressed my chest against bare one.

He smelled like cigarettes and soap, somehow both musty and clean at the same time. It made my head spin with memories. The first time I was close enough to smell him when he asked me to stay after class. He had told me how well I did on my paper and how he admired my way of thinking. He was just a little too close to me when he opened the door for me to leave and I smelled that wonderful, dangerous smell. Read more »

A New Home, A New Job, and A New Mistress? [Lesbian][Fiction][Mistress/Slave]

“Do you need help, darling?”

Mia looked up at a beautiful woman who had introduced herself as Emma. Mia was running away from a bad situation at home and found herself stuck at a gas station with no money and no food. Thankfully, Emma had kindly approached her in the gas station and offered to pay for a meal. Now they were sitting at a booth making small talk, until Emma offered to take Mia into town and find a shelter.

Mia had declined, saying that the meal was enough and she didn’t have any money to pay back Emma’s kindness.

“Honey, I don’t need money! I do need help at my boutique, and I could offered a room above the shop. You don’t have to decide right now, let me at least take you to the homeless shelter in town,” Emma smiled at Mia, hoping that she could at least change the young girls life for better.

Mia seemed nervous, but not because she didn’t trust Emma, Emma had only shown genuine kindness to her and Mia was sure that if anything turned sour she could run away. Mia wasn’t nervous about being taken advantage of by this woman, instead she was nervous because this woman was exactly her type. Read more »