Drugging and raping Charlotte [lesbian, drugging, sleepy, half conscious, submissive, rape, gang rape, insertion, impregnation, cum]

nisa grinned evilly as the beautiful charlotte ate the first spoonful of her soup, not knowing that as she’d turned to speak to another researcher nisa had dumped the little white pill into the steaming hot miso.

the two women were currently in the field kitchen. charlotte was technically nisa’s boss, but nisa was hoping that after tonight that would change. hopefully charlotte would be fired and nisa promoted to replace her. her heart thumped in her chest as the short-haired brown girl pretended to nod and laugh at everything charlotte was saying. was it her imagination or were the white girl’s beautiful green eyes starting to dilate?

‘I just think you should be a model or something instead of doing fieldwork like the rest of us.’ nisa said, reaching out to run charlotte’s dark blonde hair through her fingers. charlotte giggled in a way that she usually never did, her small breasts jiggling under the polo shirt she’d worn to dinner.

‘no, you’re so beautiful though,’ charlotte replied, her voice slurring a little as she reached out to stroke nisa’s cheekbones. ‘your eyes are so warm and chocolate…’

Fucking an old [FF]riend: the story of the consummation with my work wife

Long time, no see. I return with yet another story about infidelity. I know, I know—at this point, it’s to be expected of me. What can I say? At 26 years old, I was a fiend and a reprobate. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, and all that jazz. Onto the story.

For the curious among you, the visuals for the two players in this scene. Myself: 5’2, dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, mixed race (Anglo-Arab, for those wondering) and what’s known as a Phat Ass White Girl (think big enough for people to ask me if it’s real). Rachael: 4’10, Anglo-Indian, slim but with an arse so peachy you could bounce a coin off it. Skin a shade or two darker than my own; hair so long she could sit on it; beautiful, big, brown eyes.

Before we get to the fucking, we have to go back in time. It’s a Thursday afternoon in big glass-fronted office in the City; inside, I’m on my lunchbreak, curled up in an armchair and reading, as always. I’m a new starter—I’ve only been at the job two weeks—but, even if I did know any of my colleagues more intimately, I probably wouldn’t spend my lunch with them. I tend to keep to myself at work regardless, but I could tell that these weren’t the type of people I could be pally with. Fine by me.

The Coffee Shop pt. 1 [lesbian sex, light bdsm, lactation, public]

Mia stood in line at the coffee house, waiting her turn to give the anxious barista her drink order. Each time a new caffeine-seeking customer walked through the door, a gust of wind burst through the entrance, leaving a damp chill lingering in the air. It sent a shiver down Mia’s spine, diverting her attention from daydreaming of laying on a warm beach, cocktail in hand, and back to her jittery need to consume that hot, dark liquid, filled with the energy she needed to get through the beginning of a very long work day. 

She was dressed in a three-quarter length sleeve, hunter green, silk blouse, tucked into a black pencil skirt, with black thigh-high nylons, and strappy, black heels.

“I should have brought my coat inside,” she scolded herself, shivering as the cold air whipped through the building. Casting her eyes around, she noticed a woman staring in her direction. She crossed her arms over her chest protectively, feeling the stare was directed at her, though she was probably looking at something beyond her. Mia lifted her gaze from her shoes and saw the woman was still looking in her direction.

“Do I have something on my face?” she wondered.

My Girlfriend Takes a Girl’s Virginity [FFM]

Let’s start off with a bang (oh wow, great pun dickhead) – this is the story of my girlfriend popping a girl’s cherry recently, something she actually had on her bucketlist because she thought it’d make a cool story.

My girlfriend recently reinstalled Tinder to find girls for us to shag together. We took a bunch of super sexual photos for her Tinder, so girls who match with her know exactly what they’re in for. (to see photos and proof check it out [here](https://killyourinnerloser.com/nike-girl/))

She’s been using a template I wrote for her to save her time & be more efficient (she’s got a tonne of other goals she wants to work on, so just like myself, she’s aiming to invest as little time/effort as possible with each girl):

My girl: *“Hey, you’re very cute. I’m [my girl’s name]. I’m looking for something very specific on here.”*

[Other girl says something]

*“I have a master who’s been teaching me BDSM & helping me explore myself in the bedroom, and I really want to find a girl for he & I to teach together. Have experience with being submissive/BDSM, or is it something you’d like to explore?”*

Cream & Coco, Chapter 4 [Fm] [Incest] [Mother/Son]

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7rfec/cream_coco_chapter_3_fm_incest_motherson/)

My son was still gone when morning came. Nobody had called back with word from him, if my empty voicemail was anything to go by. His phone was missing, as was his schoolbag and a pair of his shoes. Evidently, he had stolen in at some point and taken what he needed for the day without disturbing me. He was avoiding me, but at least he was safe.

I sighed, still tired from restless sleep, and went to the common bathroom to get ready for the day. I had totally forgotten to schedule for somebody to fix my ensuite bathroom mirror and faucet, but in my defense, it had been an abnormal few days. I still felt sick with worry, not assuaged by the fact that Drew had fled to some girl’s house. Stefan had described her as a mutual friend. I knew Stefan and Sabrina, and Drew’s basketball teammates. Never had a Lexi Rochester come up in conversation. Or maybe she had, and it had seemed so inconsequential that I had let myself forget. Whoever she was, Drew trusted her more than he did Stefan. Did he finally have a girlfriend? If so, then why didn’t I feel joy for him instead of unease?

Swinging Around

The girl at the party

He pulled up with my favorite pizza and a bottle of Jack ready to go. I opened a high noon in the car and started in on the pizza. (Wasn’t driving) It was a new kind for me to try. Pineapple and vodka was the listed flavor but it mostly just tasted like the after taste you have when you chug beer. Momma didnt raise a quitter so I finished it despite the poor taste.

When we got to the party they had one girl strapped down to a bed being teased. A dom/fem had a vibrator and a crop she was using on her. She was slapping the crop lightly along her inner thigh and using the vibrating bullet on her clit. The girl on the bed was moaning loudly in responce.

I took a shot and then made a drink. I sat watching nervously. I turn into an introvert at parties and wallflower out. Master stood watching eyes wide.

The sub was loud. Pleasure waved over her. Occasionally guests took turns playing with her breasts and firm erect nipples. It was all about edging. The dom would get her close and then stop.

The Diary-Chapter 1

It was a warm summer night. Mollie was asleep, her voluptuous tits lay loose, in a thin, white tank top. Her ass was dressed up in a pretty, red lace thong, her favourite. She wanted to feel sexy, and that she did, and looked the part too, because Mollie had a secret. She was a lesbian. Now whilst this was no issue, she didn’t know how her parents would react to knowing their little 18 year old girl, was living a life that they never expected. However, Mollie slept comfortably, knowing her parents were far away, on a vacation to Spain. She wasn’t alone though.

A few rooms over, was her sister Freya. Freya was a year older, and the sisters were so alike, you could almost mistake them for twins. They had the same, mid length, straight brown hair. The same Lapis blue eyes. The same pretty, silky, rosey pink lips. They were both around 5’3 , and they both had the same shapely, smooth, pert and perfect breasts, however, Freya’s alluring ass was slightly bigger than Mollie’s.

Lesbian Lust – An Epic Poem [FF] [anal] [squirting]

I was born as a Christian, a proper young lady
Always first one at church, never dealt with the shady

My heart was pure and my head was on right
I worshiped God humbly, didn’t want his fierce smite

One day in my Parish, I was reading the good book
When out comes an angel that had me quite shook
Her hair was golden and she seemed a fair lass
I was stunned in the moment, just starred at her ass

I know I’m a female
But under this veil
A secret was hidden
That longed the forbidden

She moved like a river, filled with pure grace
I pictured her near me, wearing nothing but lace

My pussy tingled
My nipples got hard
I felt so embarrassed
And emotionally scarred

She is a woman and so am I
I shouldn’t be feeling this, I’d just rather die
But her body was gorgeous; it’s a sin not to stare
I wanted so badly to smell her soft hair

Sacha and Chloe (Lesbian, Masturbation)

Chloe closed her laptop, and started to put away her pens and notebook. “Sacha, are you ready?” she asked the woman sitting at the table across from her. Sacha was short and soft, with dark hair that curled. She was warm all the way through- someone who would love and take care of of anyone who needed it. Chloe was thoroughly smitten with her best friend.

Sacha looked up through clouded eyes, still thinking about the commission she’d been working on. She was an artist, with art as bright as she was. “Sure, Clo. Do you want to work out?” Sacha had a penchant for exercise- claimed it helped her work off nervous energy. Chloe had a penchant for watching her, and agreed without much prodding.

A walk across campus later, and the two of them were in the changing room. Chloe put down her bag at her normal locker, 17, and peeled off her burnt orange sweater. Behind her, she could hear Sacha’s bag rustling, and the sound of her blouse hitting the floor. It was all Chloe could do to keep from turning around, and she desperately wished that the universe might twist Sacha’s bra strap so that she’d ask Chloe for help fixing it. Lost in her pleasant thoughts, Chloe dressed for their workout and walked onto the gym floor.

Hormonal Simone, Part 1 [F/f] [solo] [ebony]

Like any normal afternoon Simone Brooks heard her daughter slam the door and toss her backpack on the kitchen table before rummaging in the kitchen. Working from home had been challenging, but it at least gave her time with Tanisha, who would be graduating soon. Simone sighed and looked into her computer monitor-noticing her own reflection. Had it really been 18 years? Her daughter had grown up so quickly.

Tanisha came bounding up the stairs and down the hall to the office. Simone seemed to notice her for the first time. Tanisha was tall, her new braids in a cute ponytail with a loose wisp framing her face. She was a bit sweaty, still in her blue and white volleyball uniform. The white accent stripes highlighted Tanisha’s light brown skin. Simone knew the boys kept an eye on her daughter’s frame. Athletic shoulders, proud breasts, narrow waist, and that extra booty graced to black women the world over.