Tag: Science Fiction

Good Sci-Fi/ Fantasy book where the main protagonist is in a femdom relationship

Hey, I’m looking for a Sci-Fi/ Fantasy book that combines a good story with one of my main kinks: femdom/ female lead relationships. It can be both a mistress/slave relationship or gentle femdom.

Obviously you can find a fair amount of Sci-Fi/ Fantasy femdom erotica novels on the internet, but I’d like something with a bit more depth, a novel where the plot and characters are the main focus and the femdom relationship comes second. I really like David Webers books, or the Uplifting series to give you some idea of what I’m talking about.

I posted this on suggestmeabook already but got only one answer, so posted it here, because people ptobably know a few more kinky books.

[f4m] [m4f] The Oracle – A sexy sci-fi adventure series! [scifi] [Breast Expansion] [lesbian] [orgy] [adventure]

This is the first part in my sci-fi BE series the Oracle! Let me know what you think!

Part: 1

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There you were. Floating in deep space, curled up all alone. We thought you were dead, for sure. But we thought we should check – it was the decent thing to do. The matrix has an extendable exterior claw for grabbing space debris, bounty from ships – sometimes deserters. We carefully pulled you into the airlock. I walked down to the airlock door and peered through the thick bubble window. You were breathing. I couldn’t believe in. You were still curled up, your arms grasped around your knees. You looked like no other galactic species I’d ever seen before. You were completely blue – a bright plasmatic blue in fact. You looked almost like human woman, except for the blue part and the two antenna that petruded from your long brown hair. I equalised the airlock and cracked open the door – ‘who are you!?’ You shouted at me, bolting upright and pressing your back towards the exit hatch. ‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ I said. ‘We found you floating out there and decided to see if you were still alive… we were right.’ You looked at me with pure suspicion. ‘I’m Jane – I’m the captain of this ship.’ I introduced myself to you, sticking my hand out towards you. Suddenly your appearance changed, your skin went to a light tan, your hair changed to a short dirty blonde… and your breasts grew to the size of mine, filling out the exact same white tank top I was wearing. You outstretched your hand. ‘I’m Jane – I’m the captain of this ship.’ You said with a big grin. You were a shapeshifter… one of the last of your kind, I would find out later. That’s when I knew our lives on the matrix we’re going to get a whole lot more interesting. Read more »

[MF] How I learned to stop worrying and love the choking

In one moment, my mind was scattered in many directions – the warm water rinsing my hands, the stubborn grease on the plate, the soapy bubbles frothing where the sponge met the plate’s glossy surface. In the next, all I could feel was Ben’s hand wrapped around my neck. Squeezing and tightening as I tried to inhale and failed. My legs wobbled, and the edges of my vision began to grow dim. I felt another hand reaching into my shirt, finding my breast and ruthlessly pinching my nipple. A wave of pleasure coursed through me, and I would have moaned if I could.

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Two nights ago, he’d noticed the unease on my face as he rolled to the side, his cock sliding out of me. “What’s wrong?” He’d asked, and I had mustered the courage to break it to him. That recently, our sex had become so routine that I had started zoning out as we did the deed. That despite how much I loved him and how perfect our live-in relationship was in every other way, the slow deterioration from passionate love making that left mementos of our sex all over the apartment to a few minutes of lazy humping on the couch had left me dissatisfied. After a flash of hot shame, he quickly agreed, and we decided we would work on it together. Read more »

The beast of Az’uul [alien][impregnation][breeding][sci-fi]

For a friend: happy birthday xx

All people and aliens depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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Ari stood on the deck of the small airship as it coasted low over the badlands, between towers of greenish grey stone under a dark and rumbling sky. The cold wind whipped through Ari’s dark hair and tugged at the lapels of her prison overalls.

‘But I didn’t do it!’ She strained at the cuffs that bound her hands behind her back. She protested her innocence for what felt like the thousandth time.

The jailor gave her a dark look. She glanced at the shockstick at his waist that and stopped struggling. After the show trial she had complained and he had shocked her. It had felt like she had fallen off the roof of a house, knocked the breath out of her for minutes. She didn’t want that again so she looked away, scared and alone.

The airship slowed and made a turn. Over the side Ari caught sight of a line of landing lights that headed towards a dark circle in an open area, framed by sharp cliffs. Read more »

Can you help me track down a short sci-fi erotica?

Hi all,
Years ago I read an erotica short story and I’m trying desperately to track it down.
I think I found it on tumblr but it may have been here on reddit.
Plot: A woman is aboard an alien spacecraft traveling through space. The ship itself seems to be alive, and it morphs itself into different shapes and begins to penetrate her.
Sorry I don’t have more to go on. It’s a pretty short story but that concept of the alien being the ship stood out to me.

Camming [Ft][Bi][sci-fi][mast][voy]

“Maaan, I really miss my dick!” complained Crystal, as she leisurely stroke her clit with her index and thumb. She lay half-naked across a red faux leather couch, reaching her crotch from behind a pale thick thigh which calf was perched over one of the three squeaky back-pillows, her curly brown hair spilling over the sofa’s padded arm.

“Whyyy?” moaned Trixie, as she rolled her dark olive eyes over silver aviator sunglasses, wearing nothing else but black lace-up opened-toe stilettos. She squatted on all four, next to the sofa with her long slim legs wide opened, while supporting her weight with her hands on the floor below her center of gravity. Her sweaty long straight black hair dangled up and down of a tightly fastened ponytail as her wide tanned hips vigorously pumped a big purple suction-cup-dildo fixed to the sleek white floor. “Haven’t you climaxed… like five times… in the last hour?” she managed to ask panting.

“More like…” she stopped her wrist-work to lick her fingers, her dark green eyes looking upwards and her mouth down-turned as she pondered.” Her not so chubby belly exposed below a stretched white short-sleeved see-through blouse that barely contained her natural heavy breasts. “Four! That last one was so short, it didn’t even count!” she moistened her index and heart fingers down to the knuckles and rubbed them against her thumb as she resume her posture. Read more »

The History of Sex [F/M-robot] [sci-fi?] [Public] [dubcon]

Melanie barely pauses in front of the bio metric scanner as she enters the museum for the day. As a joke, they still kept an old factory time clock by the front door, complete with punch cards for each member of the staff. But like most everything else in the museum, it was only a testament to a more primitive age.

The scanner gives a pleasant hum, acknowledging that DNA molecules in her breath have been verified and the system acknowledges that she should, in fact, be at the museum today.

“Good Morning, Melanie”, a voice chimes.

“Morning, Otto!”

Ok, so technically the pleasing tenor belonged to Automatic Museum Operations Unit 2303, younger brother to similar units currently running the Met, the Smithsonian and Louvre (and all other museums in the world, if we’re getting right down to it). But Melanie had decided early in her tenure at the museum that AMOU (the designation used by most of the staff) felt too impersonal. If the AI system could adopt a nice male voice when it spoke to her, she could take the effort to give him a name. A short brainstorm later and Automatic had morphed to Otto. She’d yet to hear anyone else use the name, but she felt it had helped her grow closer to the AI. Read more »

Revenge of the Living Pussy

After seeing how Arianna had brought Stephanie’s pussy to life, Celeste, her evil counterpart, had some dark thoughts, enter her little fairy mind…

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Lizzie was stuck at home after work watching cheesy science fiction flicks. She had dated quite a few guys in the past but she never kept a boy for long. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive. She had a sexy and petite little body with size C breasts. She usually wore her black hair in a straight, pixie cut style and had a to die for cute face that was dying to be kissed. The issue was that she was sexy and she knew it, and she used her looks to get what she wanted. Read more »

[MF] Playgirl Anniversary Shoot (CFNM, abridged)

Previous version was a bit long, I created this abridged version to cut out all the unnecessary details. Enjoy!

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I knew Dayna from my freshman year of college. We lived a few doors apart in the residence hall, and became fast friends since we were both kinda nerdy, and liked anime and sci-fi movies.

Dayna caught my eye immediately because she was tan, with shoulder-length black hair pulled into a ponytail. She was thick, with a body sculpted from years of farm-work, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses sitting on her button-nose that reminded me of Velma from Scooby-Doo. She had perky breasts that filled a small C cup, but what really caught my attention was her wide whips, carrying a thick, round ass stuffed into a pair of jeans. She walked with that kind of relaxed ‘cowgirl’ strut, everywhere she went. It was completely unintentional, as she had grown up a nerd like me, but hadn’t realized how attractive she’d become.

Sometime later, during the summer and after a few drinks (and against my better judgment), I told Dayna I had submitted nude photos of myself to Playgirl magazine, and she offered to be my photographer. What followed was one of the most erotic experiences of my life (until now), and that story can be found here; Read more »

Weekly Relief [MF] [Oral] [sci-fi]

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.” Read more »