NSFW The Weekend: Friday Night [MF]

This was the first erotic story I ever wrote and I enjoyed the process and want to get better at writing it. I was told this would be a good place to post it to get some feedback. There’s two more written parts and one unwritten part that I’m stuck on. Hopefully the feedback will help. Thanks

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Clark checked the clock before he put on the emergency brake and turned off the car. It was closer to 8pm than he wanted it to be but traffic on his way into the city had been worse than he had planned. He grabbed his belongings from the trunk and began to walk towards his friends place where he would be spending the weekend. Clark and Luke had known each other since they were young but Clark was more interested in Luke’s roommate, Savannah. They had met briefly the last time Luke had Clark over for drinks and she had immediately peaked Clark’s interests. She had short brown hair with blonde highlights and the left side cut short that reminded Clark of a sprite. She had piercing hazel eyes and a smile that drove Clark crazy. She stood at 5’9”, 135lbs with cute 28” hips, 24” waist and amazing 34G breasts that Clark could stare at for hours. She wore tight jeans that hugged her hips and a sweater that was comfortable for Savannah but still gave Clark enough to look at when he saw her.

Eitd [sci-fi] [multiple partners] [teacher-student]

The population of Earth is in crisis after a changed Sun causes most Humans to become infertile. The few remaining men and women capable of children are encouraged to join programs that schedule them with sexual partners each day. Sex is cordial and friendly, but passionless, performed in sterile rooms on furnishings designed to make the process quick.

Etid is a young man who has been in one of the programs since his teens. He has been been mated with hundreds of women but, unknown to him, there are still first-time experiences that he has yet to have.

[Etid](https://redd.it/71tt90)

She never did like Thursdays [tentacle][sci-fi][bad-end]

I wrote this for somebody who subsequently deleted their account, perhaps driven to despair by their own peculiar predilections. In any case, if tentacles are your thing, then it’s yours: I dedicate it to you.

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2227-08-23T07:24:15.074Z

Somewhere in the outer reaches of NGC-4414, orbiting an average main sequence star, there is a small purple planet. Seen from space, the unnamed body is girdled with transparent dust rings like faint wisps of smoke. It hangs there in space, a tiny spot of colour in the darkness. As it slowly rotates, bands of darker purple writhe across the surface. They dance and whirl across the alien sky, boiling and bursting and billowing away like starlings in flight. As we watch, there is a blinding flash just three light-seconds from the surface of the planet. A gash opens up in the fabric of space and a sickly blue light pours out as though from an opened door. The edges of the gash quiver and palpitate queasily. Through the hole-in-space comes the nose of a small ship, a deep-space scout, just large enough for one passenger. As she emerges from the fargate, she decelerates, burning her engines backward to bring her under the gravitational influence of this nameless planet. Over the following hours she will burn her thrusters a total of 3 times, each burn lowering her orbit a little more until she is just skimming the surface of the seething purple atmosphere.

Interface [Mf][MindControl, SciFi, Anal]

[THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ]

(English is not my first language, but I’m trying my best. I’ve written numerous erotic stories in Swedish, but this is my first attempt at writing something longer in English.)

/Karl

Interface

Protagonist’s Foreword

Dear reader,

As I am writing this, a girl of about fifteen years of age is giving me fellatio. She is very patient about it, taking me in all the way to the hilt in deep strokes, not rushing but taking things slowly, not intent on bringing me to a climax but just happily slurping away because her brain is telling her that this is what she likes best – of all the things she could be doing right now, the act of sitting beneath my desk with my cock down her throat is the one that appeals the most to her. Each time I feel a wave of pleasure, she feels the same – only ten or twenty times stronger, and each time my level of pleasure rises too high, threatening to make me lose focus, she gets the urge to back off a little. What she’s thinking about all of this – how she feels right now about being where she is, doing what she does – I have no idea. I just know that she’s been.. I guess ”programmed” is a suitable word, although it doesn’t quite capture all nuances. She has been ”programmed” to do this of her own volition, and she won’t stop until I let her.

Sci-fi Fetish Come to Life [m/f, alien/human, kink]

**Unidentified Fetish Object**

Sometimes, it really sucks being female.

You wake up feeling lethargic and lazy. Your body sore, you want nothing more than to snuggle up next to your boyfriend and fall back asleep.

But you can hear your alarm ringing next to you and can feel a hard length push into the small of your back.

Sigh and think. You have options; you always have options.

If you don’t get out of bed to deal with one of them soon, you’re going to *have* to deal with the other. You could stay in bed. Roll over to him. Or roll onto him. You could spend the morning touching every inch of him, trailing your fingers over taut, teak skin, before taking that pressing length inside you.

Or you could hit snooze. You could cuddle close and just sleep for ten more minutes. Then maybe ten more.

Both of which would definitely make you late. And you do not have time today. You wish you did. But you already know, with your cycle starting and the vote happening, that today is going to be hell.

Guarding the whorehouse [FM][Sci-Fi][Police][Genderswap]

When Jason had joined the police he had thought it to be full of adventure, but then he had quickly realized there were two types of assignments: Plain boring and downright insulting. This night was definitely one of the latter, guarding an empty whorehouse raided by SWAT earlier in the day without even the slightest chance someone would try to break in.

At least he wasn’t alone. Someone really nice had decided to send the cutest the apartment had to offer to suffer alongside him. He certainly wasn’t the only one who couldn’t walk past Sabrina without staring, she was unfairly sexy in a way that was hard to explain and went beyond simple sex. Maybe adventure was the right word, she looked like someone he wanted to do stupid things with.

But not even her presence could help the fact that the ob at hand was the grossest waste of time he had been paid to commit in months He wasn’t even able to tell himself that if the city wanted to pay him to sit around they were free to do so, this was just not funny anymore.
“I am incredibly bored.” The way she said that let him know the was just as close to going mad as he was.

Guarding the whorehouse [FM][Sci-Fi][Police][Genderswap]

When Jason had joined the police he had thought it to be full of adventure, but then he had quickly realized there were two types of assignments: Plain boring and downright insulting. This night was definitely one of the latter, guarding an empty whorehouse raided by SWAT earlier in the day without even the slightest chance someone would try to break in.

At least he wasn’t alone. Someone really nice had decided to send the cutest the apartment had to offer to suffer alongside him. He certainly wasn’t the only one who couldn’t walk past Sabrina without staring, she was unfairly sexy in a way that was hard to explain and went beyond simple sex. Maybe adventure was the right word, she looked like someone he wanted to do stupid things with.

But not even her presence could help the fact that the ob at hand was the grossest waste of time he had been paid to commit in months He wasn’t even able to tell himself that if the city wanted to pay him to sit around they were free to do so, this was just not funny anymore.
“I am incredibly bored.” The way she said that let him know the was just as close to going mad as he was.

Guarding the whorehouse [FM][Sci-Fi][Police][Genderswap]

When Jason had joined the police he had thought it to be full of adventure, but then he had quickly realized there were two types of assignments: Plain boring and downright insulting. This night was definitely one of the latter, guarding an empty whorehouse raided by SWAT earlier in the day without even the slightest chance someone would try to break in.

At least he wasn’t alone. Someone really nice had decided to send the cutest the apartment had to offer to suffer alongside him. He certainly wasn’t the only one who couldn’t walk past Sabrina without staring, she was unfairly sexy in a way that was hard to explain and went beyond simple sex. Maybe adventure was the right word, she looked like someone he wanted to do stupid things with.

But not even her presence could help the fact that the ob at hand was the grossest waste of time he had been paid to commit in months He wasn’t even able to tell himself that if the city wanted to pay him to sit around they were free to do so, this was just not funny anymore.
“I am incredibly bored.” The way she said that let him know the was just as close to going mad as he was.

Somnophilia [MF]

*This story is about two years old now I think. If anyone has any concerns regarding the content I will happily elaborate on the less fun/sexy details.*

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My relationship is the most sexually backwards relationship I have ever heard of. It’s actually me who wants sex, a 23-year-old female with short brown hair, a pretty average build, and what I’ve been told are a “very perky, fantastic” set of C’s. Meanwhile, my 23-year-old boyfriend is content with once a month or less even though I regularly pursue him. It’s the one thing about our relationship that I genuinely hate. Everything else is great. We match so well in every department except for our sex drives. When it does happen though, boy does it make up for the wait.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 8 – Final [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Later that night Taylor and I met outside the gym each of us dressed just like we would if we would actually be heading inside for an actual workout. It was nearly 8pm, and the crowd at the gym was slowly starting to die down, but there were still a number of people using the weights, treadmills, and other equipment. Entering the gym with my membership card, I kinda hoped that those people would leave soon. The gym was open 24 hours a day, so I wasn’t expecting it to be completely empty, but maybe enough so that me and Taylor couldn’t be heard by the other people.

Thankfully Taylor knew one of the guys that worked behind the counter during the day, and she was able to convince him that we needed the large open room with the mirror for a private class we were holding. Wandering towards the back of the gym and towards the large mirror I glanced over my shoulder a few times making sure no one was paying attention to us. We managed to slip into the open room and close the door behind us, and each of us breathed a small sigh of relief looking at the mirror seeing it was completely normal. I honestly had no idea when this would happen, or that we were even at the correct place. But all we could do now is wait.