New Year’s resolution: train my wife to deep-throat me [MF] (24 & 25) – Lewis

Up until we were both into college, Lucy was not the biggest fan of giving head.

While she willingly went to town on me it was primarily out of pity and the gargantuan puppy dog eyes I’d give when I really wanted it. But deep down I wanted her to appreciate it or find a way for it to be more enjoyable for her.

As it turns out when we grew more experienced it turns out that she is a bit of freak. I eventually found out that she loves being used and roughed up a little bit but still getting to cuddle after the fact.

This revelation opened up a whole new world in terms of what we wanted to explore and how I could push her kinky boundaries.

I always was super interested in getting deep-throated, and she definitely gave it her best effort but there was a couple inches left to go. I decided in passing that it would be an excellent New Year’s resolution, just so I could hold her accountable.

I google searched and the internet revealed a few techniques that I was more than happy to pass along but she still was a little reluctant.

Demon Queened – Chapter 2, Part 1 [Fiction] [Gender Bender] [F/F] [Succubus] [Fallen Angel] [No actual smut in this chapter, I’m afraid]

“…I can’t believe it,” Abigail whispered. True to her words, my maid’s eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at me. Her mouth opened again, and then closed as if she couldn’t quite figure out what to say. Her hand reached out toward me, and I thought for a moment that she would prod me to see if I were real, but then she seemed to think better of it . “I really can’t believe it,” she repeated, shaking her head back and forth.

“…Don’t you think you’re being a touch rude?” I demanded, exasperated. “I do not see the need to stare at me with such shock just because I got up a bit early.”

“You *never* get up without being woken, first, your highness,” Abigail pointed out, narrowing her eyes at me. “And you certainly never dress yourself. Where did you even find those clothes?”

“Do you not like them?” I peered down at myself, not entirely sure what the complaint was. My blouse was solid black, with long sleeves and a stiff collar. My skirt was red, and ended just past my knees. I was wearing a pair of white knee high stockings as well, meaning that the vast majority of my skin was covered. Not exactly my normal M.O., but that was rather the point. I was a brand new person, thanks to regaining memories of my past life, and I saw today as my official debut.

[F4M] Let’s write a spicy medieval fantasy story!

Hello! I’m looking for an exciting balance of story and (moreso) smutty goodness revolving around a couple of medieval fantasy prompts I’ve had in mind!

I would prefer you to be 25+ like me, but **21+** is an absolute must. I write in third person, past or present tense and would like if you did as well. No first person, please. Use proper grammar and spelling, no chat speak or one liners. Multi-paragraph responses are preferred. I can only typically reply a couple times per day. I am not a rapid-fire writer, unfortunately, so please keep this in mind. I will never nudge you for replies and am ditch-friendly. I do use real faces for character references and if you want to share a reference, would like the same.

Also, I would love for this to be a collaborative effort! Despite what you read above, I’m really easy going and just as easily impressed, so don’t hesitate to throw me some plot twists or something you’d like to try.

With that out of the way, the ideas I’m seeking are below. Roles I want to play are in bold, italics are what I’m searching for. I am absolutely open to other ideas too, so long as they fall within the genre:

Extrasensory suggestion – Part 1 [MF] [Mdom] [magic] [reluc] [slow burn]

Fair warning, this will be a very slow story with many parts. There is no sex and barely anything sexy in part one, because I enjoy a little build up.

If you are interested in seeing where this goes, well, so am I.

Ed Singer sat in the back of the lecture hall, his ear buds carefully hidden behind messy auburn hair. Even with the added noise of his music, he was barely keeping himself awake.

Eight thirty. It was eight thirty in the morning, and he had a splitting headache.

The professor was droning on about math or something, her hands gesturing wildly as she clicked through a presentation. Was this his math class? Glancing at the slides proved no help, as he winced at the bright white background, but upon reflection he was sure it was a Wednesday. This might as well have been a class on quantum mechanics, for as much as he was able to pay attention.

[OC] Letting Him Let Go [Gentle Femdom] [Orgasm Control] [Loving] [Femboy] [Part 2: because it’s ever so slightly too long]

[Continued from [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/kxgna1/oc_letting_him_let_go_gentle_femdom_orgasm/)]

“Will you do as I say tonight, hun? Will you be good for me? I want to make love to you, my lovely boy.”

She knew what those words would do to him before they left her lips. In the months of conversations they shared, riddled with questions and explanations, he had told her how he saw himself. Whether he was dressed this way or not, he was truly and completely hers. Now, seeing him as the work of art she’d cherished, cleaned and dressed tonight, she wanted nothing more than to make him hers. Ideas she usually backed away from, flooded her mind as she imagined how to gently and lovingly dominate this beautiful man in front of her. She needed to draw out his moans of pleasure and test the bounds of his devotion to her; the look of excitement and love in his eyes made her breath catch and her muscles clench once again.

Letting Him Let Go [Gentle Femdom] [Orgasm Control] [Loving] [Femboy] [Part 2: because it’s ever so slightly too long]

[Continued from [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kxgj2g/letting_him_let_go_gentle_femdom_orgasm_control/)]

“Will you do as I say tonight, hun? Will you be good for me? I want to make love to you, my lovely boy.”

She knew what those words would do to him before they left her lips. In the months of conversations they shared, riddled with questions and explanations, he had told her how he saw himself. Whether he was dressed this way or not, he was truly and completely hers. Now, seeing him as the work of art she’d cherished, cleaned and dressed tonight, she wanted nothing more than to make him hers. Ideas she usually backed away from, flooded her mind as she imagined how to gently and lovingly dominate this beautiful man in front of her. She needed to draw out his moans of pleasure and test the bounds of his devotion to her; the look of excitement and love in his eyes made her breath catch and her muscles clench once again.

The Rabbit Hole Part 18 [FF] [Mind Control] [Hypnosis] [BDSM] [Blank] [Doll]

**Chapter 18: Hear No Evil**

**Penny**

Today’s the day.

Penny twirled again, looking at herself in the mirror. Donna had just left the room. The dress was perfect, tailored expertly to Penny’s body. It was shoulderless with lace sleeves, a classy but sexy combination. She pressed her hand against the corset under her dress. Donna said she didn’t need it, but Penny liked the tradition. She wore white lingerie underneath for Nadia tonight.

Tonight. Penny smiled at the thought of it. Tonight was the beginning of the rest of her life, almost like everything was going to be downhill after tonight.

Her hair was up in a tight bun with two dangling curls over her ears. She didn’t want to try something new. This style worked for her. What else did she need? Her eyes were lightly shadowed, but nothing too dark or smokey. She didn’t want to look like she was in a music video. She wanted to be radiant, resplendent. She wanted people to sigh with delight when she walked down the aisle, not pant with lust.

Professional (mis)conduct [MF]

I was reluctant to hire my new employee at first. Not because she had such a stellar track record and glowing reviews at the tender age of 20, but because I wasn’t sure I could concentrate around her. As I was in charge of the company, I made a significant effort to not let external factors such as appearance influence my hiring decisions, and up till then I hadn’t. However, in this case, I found it hard to not get lost in her. The way her slim figure hugged her dress, her hips beckoning out, and her soft red hair falling on her pale skin. My wife hadn’t found out about any of my affairs yet, and I’d promised myself not to give in again, but as much of a challenge as this new girl posed to me, I knew I couldn’t reject her for making me lose control of my thoughts.

Porn, strip poker and a handjob [MMF]

This was one of those fun nights from years ago that I hadn’t thought about for ages and then something reminded me of it. At the time I remember really wishing I’d got laid, but looking back it was so great – I’d probably pay good money to relive it now (names changed, we were all 18).

When I was 18, my best friend Tom’s older brother had his own flat and occasionally when he went away for the weekend he’d let us hang out there as long as we didn’t trash the place. So one weekend we invited a couple girls we knew from school to come over and hang out, Laura and Anne. I had a bit of thing for Laura who she couldn’t make it but Anne said she’d come over. She was tall, slim, very pretty with brown-auburn hair and an amazing figure – 10/10 hot, out of our league hot, did a bit of modelling hot. She’d always dated older guys than us but she was pretty down to earth and liked hanging out. She’d been out somewhere else first and finally turned up around 10pm and we buzzed her up to the flat. She was pretty tipsy when she turned up and keen to carry on having fun. She was dressed casual in her usual attire of indie t-shirt and black jeans.

Best friends sister. Part 2 [MF]

Mark joins us on the couch. His sister’s leg is still against mine, but there’s just a little bit of space between the two of them. Since coming back from the bathroom, his vibe has definitely changed. He seems preoccupied with his phone before he turns to face us. I’m not sure if his sister realises what’s going on, but knowing Mark, I can tell what the glint in his eye means.

He turns to me. “So how have your holidays really been. Have you met anyone and had any fun?”

His sister perks up as he says that. I can tell she wants to know what’s going on in my personal life.

“Honestly” I say, pausing to take a sip of my drink, “I’ve been mostly keeping to myself.”

“Mostly” Mark trails off.

“Yeah” I say, trying not to divulge too much.

“I know what that means” he says like a smartass. I see a pang of jealousy shoot through his sister. She tries her best to hide it, but even at the hint that I might have seen someone, she doesn’t seem happy. “Keeping quiet? And yet you asked me a million and one questions before.”