The sexual meditation that taught me how to love myself better.

There was a moment back in the early winter of 2019 where I was hurting and lonely, starved out on a lot of levels, feeling rejected and denied, thirsty and needy. I was struggling with feelings of unworthiness and rage bricked behind a thick wall of pent up lust and frustration. My head felt like it could have imploded with everything I was feeling.

But then I walked past the main room mirror on the wall. I stopped, looked in the mirror, and saw myself. I walk pass this mirror everyday, this is a small flat and I’m practically a hermit, and every day I see my image walk across it with me.

In previous years, I winced at what I saw. There were days where I saw a shadow of what I used to be, a ghost or a zombie, something not quite alive, not quite there. There were days where I saw a fighter, someone who needed to always be alert to protect what mattered most. There were days were I saw a failure, someone who failed to save their family, someone who failed to end the cycle of abuse for so many people, someone who was failing to properly take care of the one they cared about the most. There were days where “I” wasn’t really there at all, something looked into the mirror and something looked back with twisted facial expressions and wet, wide, red eyes.

Embrace of the Goddess [Part 2 of 3] [FF] [Fantasy] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Corruption] [Twins]

Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue

Part 2: The Princesses

Tiriniel’s Temple of Dawn’s First light was the chief gem in the crown of Azora’s temples. It was dome shaped with spires shooting out of every radial point like the sun rising above the horizon. Acolyte’s from all over creation made pilgrimages to this holy sight. It is said that Azora first touched down here when she came to dwell with mortals, though Maloth knew that to be a convenient lie. They both fell, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair, as they crashed to this stinking realm of decay and frailty. They landed in a swamp now called Acheron’s Gap. It’s mostly inhabited by gator farmers. No. That didn’t fit the grand narrative of Azora, the grand lie. That would be Maloth’s first order of business. She would set the record straight, including how she was consumed by her sister, slumbering in the consciousness of the goddess these people worshipped. For the whole time, some part of them worshipped Maloth, and that secret would make the transition of power easy.

[MF] Fates Chapter 01: The Meeting

Note: I’m back in fantasy, my favourite genre! This new series will (again)
be a longer term series, plenty of story, lots of kinky smut, and casual
hypersexuality which I always enjoy. Be prepared for non sexual chapters. As
normal, expect thiccness and massive dicks, as well as a hot harem ;)

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The story began on a simple summer evening. The night sky had descended onto
the kingdom like a shadowy curtain, yet the uncomfortable heat was relentlessly
causing people to have a glaze of shining sweat across their brows.

The town of Framton was a rather small, yet dense community of humans.
Bakers, butchers and sweet makers were the common profession, and they were
always named the best across the southern dominances across the kingdom. In
this town was an inn called The Kneeling Kneader. Like Framton, it was small
but could pack more than most inns, and like most nights the tavern area was
bustling with those who were coated with ingredients and stank of their
respective professions.

The grizzled young man sat in the corner of the inn, as the job he received
ordered him to. On the opposite side of him, sandwiching the small circular
table which the man had made his home on, was one other seat.

Lewd Ramblings – First Real Job [FF] [Mind Control] [Hypnosis] [Tech Control] [Dronification] [Soul Vore?] [Sticky]

Hello!

This is my first story. I’m starting a small series called “Lewd Ramblings” that is intended to help guide an adult video game I’m writing. I work through world building and various events by writing semi-inworld stories and then if they’re clean enough, I’ll post them here.

Please let me know what you think! I’m open to any feedback, just keep it respectful please :)

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Today was the day.

Ashe checked the time, waiting for the main shift to end.

After the months of development, training, calibration, and the many headaches along the way, this would finally be her chance to really test the neuro-interface and see what it could do.

As far as she knew, it was the first of its kind, and was the product of her and Zek’s passion. Mostly Zek. She was basically just there to test it and give feedback. The idea was to work out a new method of manipulating The Grid, a planet-spanning communications network, similar to the old-world Internet, but with a completely different communication medium.

My Cock Was Used in a Swedish Sauna while a Friend Watched [FMF]

The summer after I graduated, two female friends and I spent a few days in Sweden. One of our bucket list items was to go to one of the famous saunas. We wanted to experience the sauna together rather than get separated, so we chose a co-ed sauna (most of them are co-ed anyway).

I was excited to experience this cultural staple, and also excited to be nude in this casual environment. Basically, it was a fun excuse to be naked in semi-public without any danger. Additionally, I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing my friend Abby unclothed. Our other friend Sara would be naked too of course, but I had slept with her back in the states and so there was nothing to be revealed in that department.

Abby, a small but feisty Vietnamese girl, was someone I had enjoyed flirting with over the years, but we were never single at the same time and I always wondered if maybe I just wasn’t her type. We had reached a point where we were flirt-friends, constantly flirting but with a mutual understanding that it would likely not advance beyond that.

Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY]

True to the best of my recollection, and who could forget this? ….

Tracy and I had met a few times at the park / playground a few miles from where I lived, and, as it turns out, was viewable from the window from her kitchen. The conversations we had had been fairly shallow – cordial, but not particularly meaningful. It’s not because I didn’t WANT to talk to her, it was more because, well, she was beautiful, elegant, and quite honestly, made me a little nervous. She had that combination of natural beauty and grace that you don’t come across every day, and I was afraid of saying or doing something stupid, so unless she happened to be near me, I didn’t go out of my way to interact.

Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes were deep green, almost like an army uniform. She was petite, maybe just 5 feet and an inch or two, and had lightly tanned skin that smelled a bit like citrus. Even if I was single, there was no way. Just no way. I’m just….well…I’m just me.

“Tom and I” Pt3 [FM] Light BDSM, Hotel Sex

*Preface: Hey, welcome back to Part 3! Apologies it’s a little later than expected but thanks so much for anyone who’s sticking around to read these pieces, I really appreciate it! I know this one is really long (if that’s not the preferred format on here please let me know, I’m more than happy to reduce the plot if that’s preferable) so feel free to skip around if that’s ideal for you.*
*I hope you enjoy!*

Part 2 available here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ntdaj5/tom_and_i_pt_2_fm_extramarital_sex/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

(*Vague backstory: The character is married to a man named Graham who she is in an unhappy relationship with. She has been having sexual fantasies about Graham’s coworker Tom, who previously caught her masturbating in a car and fantasising about him. In the last part, they met up at an office party and snuck away together to Tom’s brother’s apartment to have sex, during which they hear someone opening the door.)

*TOM AND I*

It was only at the sound of the key clicking in the door five minutes later that we pulled ourselves apart.

Tom rushed to put his trousers back on, and I began hastily searching for where he had put my dress. The front door was open and I could faintly hear someone walking towards the bedroom.

Jacking It With the Dallas Cowboys!

In a period of fifteen years, from three naked young women in a cabinon Vancouver Island, British Columbia, the Sacred Followers of RoscoeForthright grew in size. After a full year of planning, most of theFollowers traveled to Dallas, Texas for a group ceremony, far largerthan any previous ceremony, more than ten times larger than thelargest meeting on the zoom-platform Oneness2.80,000 Followers, a capacity crowd, joyfully filled the DallasCowboys Stadium.A stage rose on the fifty-yard, with seating on the fake grass,matrix turf with helix technology. The Masters of each Sacred Lodgeformed these first rows of Followers, seated fifteen yards away fromthe stage. Roscoe sat on a raised dais, on a cream-colored love-seat.(Some film fans will recognize this love-seat from Roscoe’s film,Sex Rituals, and other short videos. A favorite piece offurniture on which Roscoe boinks Amber, Beth, Rosalee and Gina.)The girls, Amber and Gina, Rosalee and Beth sit on either side ofRoscoe, reclining on wide circular futons, in bright colors, red,lime green, orange and royal blue. The girls are naked. Roscoe innaked beneath his favorite dark green robe, with golden rune symbolson his chest, and vine, stem and leaf pattern embroidery around hiswide shoulders. All this we see in close-up on the large stadiumview-screens. The erect nipple on Amber’s left breast is seen as anobject one-foot wide! As sitar music is heard over the sound-system,the loud audience noise diminish to a whisper, everyone expectant,eager to heard Roscoe’s first words.“Hello,” Roscoe smiles. “Welcome to our Festival. I will notspoil any surprises. I will simply say, each one of you will betransformed, be transformed by a spiritual metamorphosis, and leave adifferent person than when you arrived. I will direct your attentionto the air, forty feet above my head.”As he said this, a spherical cloud appeared, and grew from a fewinches to a swirling globe twenty feet wide within a few seconds. Theswirling colors were streaks of white and gold. Soon the entireglobe began to pulse with single colors, colors rotating in a series,lime, purple,turquoise, forest green, orange, golden yellow, shimmering silver,and dark red. It took a full minute for the orb to cycle throughthese color changes. The sound of ocean wind accompanied these colorchanges. It was obvious to all, the ocean sounds were coming fromthe swirling sphere, not from the stadium sound-system. The audiencecould also feel wind on their faces and smell salty air.From the center ofthe swirling sphere, the Tibetan God, Chakrasamvara steps forth. Hecarried in is arms, his naked consort, Vajravarahi.

The Door is Ajar [FM][FFM][CNC][sleeping][cheating]

When the end credits started scrolling on the TV, I knew I was fucked. Too soon. My phone read ten o’clock. “Now what am I gonna do?”

My roommate Toby leapt off the couch and ran to the bathroom, leaving me alone with his new girlfriend, Stella. Curled up under a wool blanket, she hid her amazing body from the world. Golden hair, soft curves, and a generous ass that she liked to show off with yoga pants. Toby was fucking lucky.

She yawned and stretched her arms, letting the blanket fall away from her chest. “You’re not tired?” she asked.

“I’m a night owl. Always have been. All the cool stuff happens after dark, you know.”

“Like what?” Toby asked as he came back. “I thought you hated clubs and such.”

I shook my head. “I hate *people*. Douchebags, all of ’em. Did I ever tell you about the last time?” From their glazed expressions I could tell I hadn’t. “Okay. This was maybe… three years ago. Duke and I were at a nightclub. Some retro place called *Nagel*. Anyway, he goes to get us drinks when two guys come over to me like fucking vultures. ”

Roscoe Forthright. The Skull Ritual. Spurt Semen on the Skull.

**As a leader of an international sex cult,** I can say I have seen no porn in the past 40 years which is more interesting than my daily life. My life is cheerful and fun,populated by a small and affectionate group of exquisite young heterosexual and bisexual human females. I think of them as Temple Virgins, though none are virgins, and few enter temples of any kind. ***I spend time developing my sex rituals,writing them down, and trying them out with the girls,*** as a way todecide what works, and what does not work. Both in making sexyfilms, and in creating rituals, my intention is to generate worthwhile spiritual content, and worthwhile spiritual results.

***Many people would get more from porn,if porn had even one small hint of worthwhile spiritual content.***As things stand, most 21st Century porn gets boring afteran hour or two, because it lacks humor, and lacks cheerful,warm-hearted fun, and 99.999% of the time lacks all thought-worthycontent. We watch acrobatic men and women, and girls with dicks,all of which get dull, even when the bodies are pretty to look at,and everyone moans at the appropriate moments. Often we see forms ofbody-twisting which are simply not possible for most humans, on aregular basis. ***Everything is fake and exaggerated, and that is oneprimary source of boredom.*** Point-of-view, amateur porn is often morefun the slick professional porn. Even with POV there is little to think about.If you think I am exaggerating, watch a few of my videos (roscoeforthright.com) My own life is more fun and more interesting than anything I see on TV, cable, streaming services, ***and most especially more fun than any modern porn.***