Outline for Conservative Wife Massage [cheating, hotwife, MF]

This isn't really a "cuckold" or humiliation story at all. This is more about a conservative wife losing her inhibitions. I'm not good at storytelling but I have an outline to flesh out. Feel free to run with it and build a great story or give me some ideas:

Outline

Characters

Wife – Sheila, mid 30’s, conservative, never been with another man

Husband – Jack – average joe

Masseuse – Maximus (Max), muscular, giant penis

Story Summary – Husband buys wife a spa day. Wife opts for a few drinks and a massage. Masseuse gets a little excited during massage, drunk wife loses inhibitions a little at a time until she’s completely over the edge. Told in 3rd person.

  • Introduction of Characters

Husband tells wife about spa

Wife gets ready goes to spa

wife does various things at spa before massage

*Pre-Massage

Wife gets a little drunk drinking some white wine while waiting for massage

Wife strips down to thong panties and large towel, feels a little uncomfortable as its outside her comfort zone, but being drunk gives her a little more confidence than normal

Saneya: Pain or Pleasure [Mf, nc, huml, sm, fantasy]

(This story is based in a fantasy land. The main character, Saneya, has been taken captive by magicians after the slaughter of her family and race. She is being held in a fortress….) (p.s. sorry for this being kinda dark; I'm just exploring what I've felt since I was 6. Also, I'm brand-new to erotica, so suggestions for improvement are welcome.)

Stabbing pain coursed through Saneya’s head, bringing her to wakefulness. Her body trembled from dehydration and weariness. Her arms were completely numb from being stretched above her head for hours, perhaps days. She lay flat on her back, ankles and wrists bound; her neck also was fastened to the icy metal table beneath her, prohibiting her from turning her neck. Her breath came in short, miniscule gasps; she hadn’t been able to breathe properly since she was placed on the torture table. A cool breeze danced along her naked skin, causing her to shiver endlessly. The wounds she had been given at the battle had healed partially, and the scabs were hard and black. No infection.

My Girlfriend Goes for a Walk PART TWO [exhibitonism][forced][humiliation][teen][mf][oral][cum][facial]

I zipped up my paints and began to walk away. I suppose she didn’t know what to do, so moments later I heard her walk towards me. I stepped to the side when we transitioned back on to the main street. She glanced at me nervously, cum shimmering on her chin, before stepping back out into the sunlight. She walked ahead of me again, and this time, the college guys weren’t even trying to hide their looks. They gazed plainly at Stephanie, her chin and face dripping cum, wet stains on her shirt that made the material even more transparent. If they didn’t believe she was a slut before, I thought, they believe it now.

“Hey!” I shouted up towards her.

She turned around, chest perked up like I had told her to, looking at me with those big, blue eyes. I poised my camera, and framed the shot. Through the lens I saw a young girl, 19, blonde hair with blue eyes. She stood out against the background of the passerby, the light hitting her face just so. She was an absolutely perfect girl. Fresh cum dripped from her face. She gazed at me quietly, inviting my stare. She wanted me to look. I clicked the button of the camera, and the moment was saved forever. She might go home with me so that I can fuck her after all of that, but that second of pure, complete exposure is never going away.

My Girlfriend Goes for a Walk [exhibitonism][forced][humiliation][teen][mf][oral][cum][facial]

This isn't a particularly nice story. Also it may lead into some cuckold stuff, I'm exploring that lately.

She walked in front of me, about six feet ahead. Her ass swayed in those tiny jean shorts and the white shirt she was wearing. It was really an undershirt when you looked at it. The middle of the shirt curved in slightly, exposing the sides of her swaying breasts with every movement, lacking a bra. They were downright visible from the side view. Her legs looked long and smooth in the shoes she was wearing, and her midriff peaked out from where the shirt ended. So much skin, I thought. I relished the looks she would get. Every guy that walked past her did a double take after they had passed, to get a nice look at her amazing ass swinging in those tight blue jean shorts.

I walked up to her after a bit.

“Flash someone”, I said. She looked over at me, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy? Why do you want people to see…”

“Flash someone or your skirt is coming off”

Their first time swapping roles [MF][Fdom][mast][huml][peg]

She studied her handiwork as she approached the bed wearing nothing but an 8 inch cock. His legs were held apart by ropes at his ankles and his wrists were bound above his head. The thought of what was to come aroused her greatly. "Are you comfortable?" She asked as she climbed onto the bed. Not that she really cared but because it seemed like the right thing to say. Tonight was her turn to be in charge, her turn to dictate the activity, the positions, the pace, to feel the power that comes with control and she planned to make the most of it.

Slave to my College Roommate (Part 1) [MM] [bdsm] [reluc] [huml]

Hi, I'm RPDiem. This is my first time writing erotic fiction, so feel free to give some constructive criticism! It's the first of many parts, and the sooner I hear back the more likely I'll hurry my ass up and write more!


PART ONE – MEETING AND DEVELOPMENTS

High school, in brief, was hell. I was one of those kids who, for some reason, never managed to make any friends when I was younger, and by the time I became a freshman I was enough of a social pariah that no one would dare approach me in any way that wasn’t openly offensive or abusive. I’ve always been short and thin, standing 5’1” and weighing at about 110lb, and despite my efforts most of the weight I did put on went to my ass and hips, giving me a distinctly feminine build.

Party plaything [bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub][huml]

“Are you ready princess?” His voice turned me away from where I’d been anxiously stirring the stock pot. “Our guests will be arriving soon. Sarah will take over from here, you’ve got a more important job to do.” A thrill of nervousness and anticipation shot through me. He walked towards me, and started to untie the knot of my light cotton robe. He pulled the fabric open, resting it against my skin momentarily, stroking my hip bone with his roughly textured thumb.

He slid the robe off my shoulders, and I let him, watching somewhat numbly as it dropped to the floor. I stepped awkwardly out of the puddle of fabric it left at my feet, careful not to get my heels caught (Sarah had made me practise), or scuff them on one another. I looked up at his face apprehensively, sneakily, and watched him studying me. The black patent heels (Sarah’s choice), seamed stockings (the same), and the most ridiculously frothy white lingerie (thank god the salesgirl hadn’t checked in on us while Sarah was “helping me decide”). He grinned and dug around in his pocket momentarily, and pulled out a shiny gold lipstick case.

Maxwell Farm: Part 6 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I feel warm and safe. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I sit between Vicky and Bre. My muscles relax under Vicky's gentle touch. My eyes drift closed. I am exhausted from the ride over, and my mind, which has been racing with thoughts all day, is finally quiet.

Bre dips her hand in a nearby water bucket and lovingly kneads the cool liquid into my thigh. I hear a soft splash as she returns to the bucket and then back to my leg. I let out a low moan. I don't want to admit how good her attention feels. I snuggle my head deep in Vicky's pillowy fat. She leans forward and tenderly kisses my stubby horns.

I open my eyes as I hear Bre shift next to me. She groans a little, grabbing her beach ball belly, as she rises to her knees. She takes a rag, which had been hanging on the fence, and dunks it into the water. I listen as she rings the rag, a stream of water pouring back into the bucket. She places the damp cloth on my rear, just above my tail, and slowly rubs it across my skin.

Maxwell Farm: Part 5 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

Dust kicks up behind the trailer as you drive me to Charlie Johnson’s farm. My body jiggles and bounces as we travel down a bumpy dirt road. The dust chokes me, making me cough, and an hour or so into the drive, I start to feel rather sick. I curl up in the hay on the floor of the trailer, but my mind is too full of thoughts to let me sleep.

By the time we reach our destination, I have grown quite thirsty. You lead me out of the trailer and to a trough just inside gate to Charlie’s barn. After only a few swallows, I can tell that Charlie has doctored his water the same way you have. I am simultaneously relieved and disappointed. My body craves the water, and yet, I long to be fit again.

You tell me to wait by the gate while you go to the farmhouse to let Charlie know we have arrived. At the opposite side of the pen, I see a group of five cows gossiping. Two are pregnant, although they don’t appear to be as debilitated as Missy. They both lean against the fence, their backs ached and their giant stomachs thrust forward. The others are about Mable’s size, maybe a little larger. One is wearing tight denim jeans that highlight her expansive hips and comparatively small waist. Another has on a plaid button-up that can barely contain her large, rounded breasts.

Maxwell Farm: Part 4 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I rush to dress and dry my eyes before Isobel arrives. As I grab my overalls, I find that I cannot get them over my rapidly expanding ass. I jump, shimmy, and pull, but they are just too small. Isobel arrives to see my large white rear, bare and exposed, with my overalls pulled tightly underneath.

“I told you to lay off the clover,” she mocks, dropping the bucket and walking back to her friends.

I fall to the hay, sobbing hysterically. I am so fat, and I hate it. I hear the sheep laughing. Then they start to taunt Yinlee: “You wanted to be like the cows.” “Soon you’ll be a fat whore like Kami.” “I will not!” she shouts back in protest. As I cry, my muscles grow tense and achy. By now I realize that even having the water on my skin is making me fat. I’ll just have to do without, I resolve silently as my sobs fade to a sniffle.

Still depressed and embarrassed, I wrap myself in my blanket and walk to Mable’s stall. She is lying quietly in the hay, her shirt partially unbuttoned as she nurses Toby. “Do you have any…bigger clothes I could borrow?” I ask meekly.