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The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Dubcon] [Humiliation]

**Therese**

When I tried to imagine, there´s nobody here, I was lonely. When I looked at those around, I felt trapped, not very comforted by others in a similar predicament. Granted, this day actually started peacefully for me and from what I´ve heard, I was more lucky than many of us. Excercise can refresh you in a splendid way and it mostly did for me, little Barbara and countless others when we were taken into gym. First aerobic lesson, than instruments pumped our blood, the only thing distracting being now shouting of FASTER!. I was grateful there were not male wardens for now, but I didn´t realize how short-lived this luck was meant to be today.

I always understood that you can sense the God through His creation alone, but the heart points towards Him especially when we are desperate. I was truly feeling something, when I was sending prayers silently, just not the utter liberation, far from it. His test was just beginning.

I know that I started to choking on shame during that awful examination of my intimate body. Doctor had to wipe my tears several times in order I could see the view screen and I was sobbing back in my white bra and panties as I returned with Barbara to the room, where we sat on my bed. Read more »

[MFM] Double Penetration

About a year ago I met two redditors, one other man and a woman. The thing that brought us together was a mutual interest in double penetration (one man in the woman’s vagina and another in her ass.

We talked for a while, several weeks before deciding to meet at a hotel. We got together for a drink first. A pretty unassuming group, a 28M, a 27M, and 34F. It was exciting knowing nobody arouns us could know we were there to meet up and engage in something so kinky.

After getting comfortable we walked back to the hotel and went upstairs. Things moved fast. Soon we were all naked and me and the other man were taking turns getting sucked, and fingering and going down kn her. After getting very warmed up we could not wait any longer. The other man laid on the edge if the bed his knees hanging over the edge. The woman slowly sat on him. Inserting him into her ass slowly while she faced away from him. Once her ass was full, I stepped between bother their open legs, slapping and teasing her pussy with my rock hard cock. I pressed the opening, feeling how tight was. She finally opened and accepted my tip, my shaft began slowly parting her walls. Read more »

The Yoga Goddess, Part II: The Goddess has a Name. MF, casual encounter, sensual

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f05mdm/the_yoga_goddess_mf_intense_sensual_casual/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Part II: The Goddess has a Name

Several weeks pass as if nothing had happened. We continue attending the same, 7:30 night class, but with no extracurricular activities. We make eyes once in a while. I try not to lose focus staring at her, but my efforts are futile. Her round, perfect ass is highlighted so perfectly by her skin tight spandex. When she wears her sports bras, I admire her belly. It twists and bends effortlessly. It has a softness to it, yet I know it is strong and limber. I trace her legs, from feet, to calves, and up her toned, thick thighs and curvy waist. Her rounded shoulders give way to her feminine, toned arms. Then there’s her ideal chest. Her cleavage shows, her bra hugging her body tightly. I recall her kneeling before me, fucking me with those tits. I daydream what it would be like for her to have on that sports bra, and to slide my cock between those mounds. To feel the tightness, the resistance, and her breasts bouncing together with my thrusts… Read more »

Emily’s Submission [MF] [Group] [BDSM] [College]

Emily decided to take her professor up on his offer to help students with their research paper. She was completely competent enough to get an A- on her own, but she was one of those girls who strove for perfection in everything. It wasn’t that she had some huge ambition that she focused her efforts toward. In fact, you might even call her aimless, because she still was unsure of what she wanted to do after graduating with her English degree next year. Emily’s quest for perfection instead was rooted in her need to feel the approval of others—especially her superiors. It was the result of her parents’ way of reinforcing behavior when she was a child. So her decision to meet with Professor Manning was less out of a desire to get a 4.0 instead of a 3.7, but because for some reason impressing him was really important to her.

She took the elevator up to the third floor of the Drummond building and walked all the way around it trying to find office 351. The floor map was unhelpful, and if she had just taken a left from the elevator instead of going straight, she would have been there in no time. She was now three minutes late and felt a little bit stupid for the mistake. She came to his half open door and knocked on it apprehensively, not knowing if she should just walk in or not. Read more »

Learned my church [F]riend’s husband is a freak

I was at a lady’s church retreat with some friends recently. It was one of those events where you pack your flannel pajamas, a few bottles of good wine, and escape the usual familial chaos, leaving your husband to spend some quality time with the kids. We would spend our days in fellowship with the lord, and our evenings sipping cabernet in our cozy little log cabins bonding with dear friends.

It was mostly the usual group of girls (who knew each other’s secrets), but we were delighted to welcome a new member to our clan – we’ll call her Sarah. Sarah is 38 and has been married for 20 years. She is athletic and petite with strong shoulders and and a sweet, shy but friendly disposition. Despite being a mother of five, and loving to eat, she is in amazing shape. It was finally time to figure out her secret.

In the evening we discussed our diets and workout routines. Sarah was cheerful and opening up a bit (the wine seemed to be having an effect). When asked, Sarah reluctantly confessed that she doesn’t exercise at all. She never runs, and has never been to a gym. We know she has no problem eating, yet retains a svelte and even toned figure. Read more »

Evolution of an Alpha: Chapter 1 Scene 3: The Friends

I’m more of the introverted, give me some peace and quiet and space kind of guy, but here I am, being led by the hand through a hoard of people in a stuffy room blasting the latest stupid hip hop hit song. It’s good to get out of your comfort zone from time to time I guess. We exit the maze of people and spot our group at a side table, bottle service and all. Ayana let’s out a cute shriek, drops my hand and scurries over, arms outstretched. A tall girl with flowy brown hair let’s out an “OH MY GOOOODDDD” and meets her halfway for the hug. She’s wearing a tight minidress too. Of course she is, who isn’t in this place. Hell of a an hourglass body on this girl. Ayana turns to me to announce “this is Shevy, the girl I met in Iceland”. I smile hello. “Sooooo, your the guy Yanz is always talking about huh, I was expecting you to be taller” she teases, half joking half bitchy. “Shevy is my spirit animal” Ayana says, more to her than to me. Whatever the fuck that means I think. Behind Shevy is cute small girl wearing a skin tight hot pink top and a black pencil skirt. Clearly the shy one of the group. I like her already. She shyly smiles at me as she waits for her hug. I learn her name is Shay. Still sitting, because she wont be bothered to stand up, is Lea the Instagram girl, waving at Ayana and actively avoiding acknowledging me. I smirk. “Where’s Morry” I ask Lea directly as we sit down. Ayana takes her place on my lap, her dress pulls up a bit and my hand instinctively rests on her now completely exposed thighs. I’m beginning to feel the bulge forming in my jeans. Lea, now with no choice, faces me and says “getting another bottle for us, he loves helping” she ended with a giggle. I should have figured, the bottle service is actually Morry service. “Must be nice” I heard Shevy mumble. I decide to echo her. “Aw what a sweet guy” I hum with a fake smile, staring directly at Lea. My hand begins to travel closer to Ayana’s warm inner thighs and the bulge in my pants is still growing. Before she can answer I see Morry appear from behind Lea holding a tray. “Heres the drinks guy, I got you a vodka cran Lea, i know it’s your favorite, hey you guys made it”. Morry sets the tray down and stretches out a fist in my direction, calling for the obligatory fist bump. With one hand slowly rubbing Ayana’s now hot skin, I stretch out my other arm to reciprocate. I see Lea watching Ayana, who is now blushing and probably looks a bit hypnotized. “Yanz it’s been forever, let’s go dance” she screams as she gets up and grabs Ayana’s arm. Ayana snaps out of it and gets up. She leans in and loudly whispers in my ear “I’ll see you later baby”. Lea does the same with Morry and then steals a quick glance at me as they both turn and scurry towards the dancefloor. Shevy downs two shots of whatever, grabs the shy girl Shay, and they both follow suit. “Girls huh” Morry remarks as he sits down. I smirk as I watch the four sexy girls moving rythmaticaly to the music and grinding on each other’s spectacular bodies. Good thing I’m sitting because my cock is now rock hard. Ya, I think to myself, girls.

[MF] I Fucked My Stepsister… It Was Awesome

Alright, so this is the wonderful story of how I fucked my stepsister. Yep, my stepsister. So… let’s go.

For some context, I have 5 step-siblings (4 older stepsisters and one younger step-bro) and one fully biological sister. The ages of my stepsisters are: 26, 24, 22, 21. With my stepbrother being one year younger and my actual sister being 2 years younger. This is the story of how you ended up fucking the youngest of my stepsisters, and let me tell you: it. Was. Awesome.

So how’d it all start? Well, after I had graduated high school, I had a few months where I wasn’t doing anything, I just turned 19, and my stepsister was still living at home (aged 20 at the time of the story, 21 now) during that time so we saw each other a lot. We had a pretty chill relationship to start with so it wasn’t a new concept that she’d seen my in my underwear or at a swim meet in nothing but a speedo, so she kinda knew what she was getting into. Anyways, because there’s only two showers in the house we lived in, it wasn’t uncommon to exit the shower and see someone waiting for you and to take their turn. This is where it sort of began. Read more »

The Heal Slut: Part Two [MF, MFF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part Two – A Spell of Lust**

*Warning for Dubious Consent, though it really isn’t.*

Marcia smiled at she picked a bright purple flower and set it gently in her wicker basket. It was the three Gildfil she found today, good luck if there was ever a sign. And a potion made with the three of them and then drank on the day of Longest Sun would give the drinker more power with light spells until next year.

The forest was quiet today and the peace of the last several weeks seemed to help her recover her energy from her last battle with the little evil goblins up north. Her leg was healed, at least, from the black blade that cut her and wasn’t able heal with her normal magic.

Her Healer robes seemed to get heavier, though, and brought Marcia out of the sweet mood she was in. A pulse of energy reached her in the next second and came from the east and towards the Liver Road. Marcia sighed to herself and urged her feet forward, placing the basket in a tree hallow that she would have to pass to return home. Hopefully it would be safe, if not.. at least next year would bring a new bloom of the Gildfil. Read more »

The Heal Slut: Part One [MF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part One – The Beginning**

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Tirron growled to himself as he looked up into the sky. The sun was bright and the day was hot. The sweat was uncomfortable, but not unfamiliar. The wind was still today, though normally it blew in behind them as they followed the road away from the sea.

“Whats the matter?” His riding companion asked in a low voice, eyeing Tirron from the side. Pitrin was a warrior mercenary like Tirron himself, but less skilled with a sword and more with a bow. But his lack of emotions often irritated Tirron, whose own anger was easily stirred.

“Its fucking hot. Ready for a cool bed and liquor.” Tirron complained at his companion. Pitrin shrugged and looked forward to the leader of the caravan.

“Harvey says we should arrive today. Is that not soon enough?” The human spoke with a small smile. Tirron growled again and shook his head, urging his horse forward.

“Take up the rear, Pitrin. I’m going to head up front for awhile.” Tirron ordered his companion, riding away before the human could respond that neither of them were in charge. Tirron didn’t care and shook his head, using his hand to pull his braid away from his neck. Read more »

The concert part 1 (ffm)

I am a 30 year old, engaged, white female with no kids. I am 5’10”, 140 pounds, 34 BC and a 40 plus inch ass. I have shoulder length blonde hair and and wear thick rimmed glasses.

There was a concert coming up for one of my favorite bands and I decided to get tickets for my fiancé and I. At the last minute, he had to go out of town on business. So unfortunately, I had to go to the concert by myself.

I sat at home and had a glass of wine while getting dressed. I admired my naked body in the mirror—My big ass, waxed pussy and perfectly shaped tits. I slipped on a black lace thong and a black lace bra in the mirror. Next I put on a pair of tight black jeans and a ripped up Rolling Stones shirt I had gotten when I was younger. I put my hair back in a tight ponytail and put on a black choker necklace. I finished my glass of wine in the kitchen as I waited for my Uber. Read more »