The Playroom • Chapter 1 • Opening Gambits • MF mast

Karen and Kirk were so alike that they had at least one class in common every semester. Both being somewhat nerdy, this was a help and a hindrance at the same time. A help because once they did start speaking to one another in passing, they had a lot in common to discuss. A hindrance, because Junior year was almost over by the time they could speak to each other without being overcome by shyness.

They were both good with computers and were voracious readers. They both wore glasses, and loved old movies, and were fans of all the same bands, especially the Doors. They had come a long way since first meeting Freshman year in Algebra.

Alas, since they were both rather shy, their flirting was ham-handed, and in the end, embarrassing to both. So, with the end of Junior year fast approaching, it fell to Kirk’s best friend Tom, who knew Karen from church, to rescue the both of them.

Without telling a soul, he printed out two invitations, one from each of them, referencing Doors lyrics, to meet in the media lab in the back of the library after class on the second last day of school, and then planted the notes in their respective lockers.

AN ONLYFANS PHOTOSHOOT TURNED INTO SO MUCH MORE [mmf] [mast] [squirt] [throat fuck] [facial]

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I launched my OnlyFans two months ago and frankly, I’ve been a little lazy. It’s just with everything going on … I guess you’d think I’d have endless free time to get to work, but … I donno. It’s just a few topless selfies right now. I’m maybe a little too shy to post anything else. But I need the money.

My friend Evan has been urging me to post more. I think because he has a crush on me. He’s trying to do the whole, “supportive friend” routine. “I can help you!” But I think he really just wants to watch me masturbate. He even said we could do a FaceTime photoshoot if I was too worried about Covid to do it in person.

We had a few interesting conversations. He’s got a marketing degree so he knows what he’s talking about. And he’s helped actual brands launch social media campaigns. So, I give him some sexy pics and in exchange, he helps me. It’s a win win, right? I’m not taking advantage, am I?

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 8) [MF][MMF][Mdom][FF][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**The story so far:** Regina Trent is a ‘Lost Girl’ who somehow found herself in a reality slightly different from ours where sex and nudity is of limited taboo, and no religious dogma blocks the willing from sexual freedom. Men and women live in a world were sexual predilections are cataloged on a woman’s Announcement bracelet, and men can find suitable matches via their phone, using their Privelege to take their pleasure. All of this would be strange enough, but Regina is attending Willoughby, what she thought was a normal college, but instead seems an elite school designed to not only teach her liberal arts, but how to exist as a source of pleasure in the outside world, where women must give themselves to suitable matches or face criminal charges. Her roommate knows the truth, a member of the staff as well, and she’s recently learned there have been others like her. And now, she’s just trying to survive without sounding crazy.

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**Part 8**

The day was pleasant enough when they exited the malls, packages in hand, and generally feeling refreshed from a half-day of shopping and chatting.

“Hey, ladies.” A few guys were lingering around a large pick-up truck drinking beer.

Not enough [nonbinary] [solo] [masturbation]

They’re restless. Cooped up at home, alone. They complete their daily chores and work tasks early, nothing to do for the rest of the day. When they get like this, their hobbies are the last thing they’re thinking of. All they want is sex.

Sweaty, rough, loud sex.

Delicious slow, sensual sex.

Bodies moving together and breathless moans for more, more, MORE.

Satisfying the craving for their clit to be sucked and pussy to be filled is impossible. They’re restless like an animal in an enclosure. Pacing, whining, salivating at the thought of a woman’s mouth closing around their throbbing clit. Seeing stars at the image that flits across their mind of a cock pushing inside of them and stretching them to the limit.

They masturbated yesterday twice but it was boring and lazy. It felt too fake then. But they can’t think about anything else so they shove all the furniture away to clear out the center of the room, lay down some thick towels and arrange their toys. Today, they’re not going to stop until they can’t take it anymore, until their legs can’t stop shaking, until hopefully the bone-deep need for release is satisfied.

Hypnotizing Mom 2: Daddy’s Home and Wants to Play

[Continued from Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1qmd6/hypnotizing_mom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

One week later…

“Chris, could you help me in here?” my mother called out from her bedroom. Of course I thought I was off the hook since I’d already done my chores and had just settled down for the morning to, shall we say, take care of the business I’d been too tired to do last night.

“In a minute!” I yelled back, hoping that she would just let me be for about five minutes to finish, but I knew it was pointless.

“Now!” she shouted back and I quickly tossed my cum sock aside and yanked my jeans and underwear back up from around my ankles.

“Coming,” I groaned back, tucking my erection carefully away before I zipped back up. I muttered to myself that I should just hypnotize her and make her suck me off again, but I wasn’t really serious. Guilt more than anything else had kept me from pursuing further sexual relations with her. And since I’d clearly proved that hypnosis was real and worked I figured I’d have the confidence to really follow through with it on my dream girl, Stacy.

My Best Friend Part 30 (fiction, plot, love, cons, friends)

I walked into the bedroom and threw the clothes into the pile where our bags were. I noticed that the bags were already open and the apparently the girls had gotten their shower equipment out. I looked over to the bathroom to see the door was closed and sounds like the water was just being turned on. I walked over to test the door and found that the door was unlocked. I went back over to the luggage and grabbed my bathroom kit. Then I went back to the bathroom and went in.

I walked into the bathroom to see the girls had already gone into the shower section. I shrugged to myself putting my bathroom kit on the counter pulling out my shampoo and conditioner containers and walked over to the shower section.

The girls were lathering up using the full force of the jets spraying from both sides of the walls. Well Amanda was lathering up on one side while Jeanette stood in the force letting the water massage her with what I imagine was scorching hot water. I got close to the water and sure enough it was hot enough to burn me.
Why girls have to shower in the hottest water imaginable I’ll never understand.

Luna and Riley Ch. 01 – The Johnson Family [Incest] [Fiction] [Futa] [Lesbian]

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**Chapter 1: The Johnson Family**

Luna was laid back on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone on social media. The summer days were a stark contrast compared to the busy, hectic schedule that came with the school semester. She was about to start her third year in college and she felt herself falling further and further behind as the classes became more and more advanced. She enjoyed the time away from school, but as the days off began to string together in an indistinguishable blur, she always tended to get bored.

Tales of a Lesbian Air Hostess [f35]: I met a girl in the Hotel Elevator [femalepleasure][femaleorgasm] [lesbian] [masturbation] [sextoys]

As I wrapped my fingers around my suitcase and tapped my heels down the never-ending corridors, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows. I’ve been an air hostess for over ten years, but I still wore my uniform with pride as if it was my first day.

The dark, sleek pencil skirt rose up slightly above my knees and hugged me tightly around my waist. My blazer was always ironed to perfection and snug around my breasts, giving me a sweet hourglass figure.  Then my own little twist, I parted my hair in the middle and pulled it back into a tight low bun to expose my neck and my latest necklace. Paired up with a set of earrings, mascara and dark red lipstick. Lastly, a pair of black heels bring the look together, making my legs look lean and toned.

I kept on marching down through the corridors, making my way through the chaos that airports thrived upon. You could see so many different emotions. Some passengers looking like they’re going to burst with joy, others crying before leaving their loved ones, and others just looking utterly confused. Those confused faces are exactly what I wanted to avoid.

Do you think about me? [fm] [masturbation]

Do you think about me?

When your thoughts wander to places you’d far rather be, am I there with you?

Does our skin touch? Can you feel the electricity that passes through me in your fingertips, making you tremble? Does that give you butterflies, just imagining it?

Does your mind’s eye paint brilliant pictures of me glowing for you? Am I naked? In your bed? Am I resting my head on your pillow, wrapping myself in your sheets, making them smell like me?

Do you wish you could reach out and touch my warm skin? Brush the hair out of my face, run your thumb over my bottom lip… Caress my cheek, trail your fingers down my neck…

Does that image of me thrill you? Does your cock rise at the delicious thought of my body next to yours? Do you touch yourself wishing instead that my delicate hands were wrapped around your hardness, gently stroking them up and down your length?

Do you throb at the thought of me sneaking lower in the bed, gradually kissing my way down your torso, staring back up at you as I take you in my mouth? My tongue exploring you, deliberately tasting you, drawing out your pleasure…

[inc] [mast] My daughter’s OnlyFans (Part II)

“She knocked at the door. I let her in. A week had passed since our first encounter” I continued, not letting the priest interrupt me. I needed to let it all out, without pause, without interruption, or else I just might fear the abyss of my soul too much and run away.

She took her jacket off, and before I could say anything, she told me she was thinking of a new video to record for her OnlyFans and needed my help. “Don’t worry” she said, “you’ll know when it’s your time to jump in”. She didn’t let me say yes or no. There was no yes or no to be said. There was just accepting what may come with her

She walked to my bedroom, laid down, took her clothes off, positioned her phone just right and started recording.

I had seen it before. Her naked body. But now this was live, unedited, and I was the first to see it. This was mine and mine alone, at least for the moment