“A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part Two).” [F/F, Fantasy, Fingering, Unusual Erogenous Zones, Dirty Talk]

This piece is not a sequel to, but a direct continuation of “A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part One)”, originally submitted as a response to [this post ](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j3kyo6/wp_as_a_fire_mage_she_was_important_to_have_along/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

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“*Mmm… Mm hmm…*” Jocasta acknowledged.

Her ears were, in fact, “really sensitive”… All Elves’ ears were… and were to the point that touching them carried an almost overtly *erotic* connotation…

Maybe that was why she was being so forthcoming with information; so relaxed and disarmed… The Succubus’ magically warm fingers were *turning her on*…

The last time she’d felt like this was the night before she’d left the convent, laying down under a full moon and an open, starry sky with a sweetheart she’d known for a century…

Now, far exceeding her normal comfort-zone and flying in the face of the Elvish orthodoxy, here she was in a tent, still half-frozen, *asking* to be felt up by a Succubus she had known for less than a hundred hours…

“*Feeling okay?*” May asked, hot breath tickling Jocasta’s unhandled ear.

“*Yeah…*” She breathed immediately. “*Yeah…*”

“A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part One).” [F/F, Fantasy, Fingering, Unusual Erogenous Zones, Dirty Talk]

This piece was originally submitted as a response to [this post ](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j3kyo6/wp_as_a_fire_mage_she_was_important_to_have_along/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

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“*I can barely fucking see through all this snow!*”

“*What!?*”

“*I said, I can barely fucking s-*”

Jocasta’s foot sunk into the snow in front of her, the sole of her boot coming down oddly on a hidden feature of the rocky path that the three people in front of her had somehow avoided, and slipped, sending her flailing face-first into the powder.

The impact wasn’t painful… How could it be?… But the sudden lurch forward had knocked the hood of her heavy fur coat off her head, and her previously warm-and-toasty ears now stung unbearably as they were exposed to frigid environment.

Before she could react to pick herself up or cover her painful lobes, the rope around her waist went taught, and she felt herself being dragged forward through the white. Snow found its way down the neck-opening of her coat as she was dredged along, biting into the skin of her upper back and collarbone, sending brand new shivers through her whole body.

“Fun With Frosting.”[M/F, F; Fantasy, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Messy Sex, Masturbation]

*Originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j2k42j/wp_when_a_succubus_set_up_a_cupcake_delivery/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.*

*(All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+)*

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“Holy shit, Jenny! What the fuck happened to you!?”

Jenny flashed a smirking grin at her coworker as she shambled into the bakery, the metal door of the employees’ entrance clattering against its frame behind her. Her gait evidenced a slight hobble, her uniform was unevenly buttoned, a smear of white and bright pink slashed across one cheek, and more of the same color caked the frazzled mess that had been straight, shoulder-length black locks when she’d left for her delivery an hour ago…

“I, uh…” She almost laughed. “I had another *very* satisfied customer…”

“Satisfied, or *satisfying*?” The same coworker asked, earning a round of giggles from the rest of the kitchen staff as they continued rolling dough, filling pastries, and frosting cupcakes.

“Both.” Jenny admitted, still grinning as she squeezed past them. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

“Girl, we want details!”

“Later!” Jenny called back, turning down a short hallway and pushing into the break room.

The room was small, but that hadn’t stopped the girls at *Taste of Temptation Baked Goods* from making it fully functional.

Cream & Coco, Chapter 3 [Fm] [Incest] [Mother/Son]

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j3mxfv/cream_coco_chapter_2_fm_incest_motherson/)

“Well look at you,” Jazz had said this morning, “all gussied up for the boss man!”

Since we were going on the date straight from work, I’d had to come to the office dressed for the evening. A more calm and collected woman would’ve thought to bring the change of clothes and makeup kit to work in a bag, but not I. No, I’d earned the ireful gaze and silent treatment of my son this morning. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I’d just left some money on the counter and told him to order delivery for dinner.

I was watching the clock strike out the minutes to five o’clock. Alright, moment of truth. Ever punctual, Leon stepped out of his office and stopped next to my cubicle. He gave a modest once-over of my cream dress and smiled.

“Ready to go, Colette?”

“Ahem. Yes, of course.” I stood awkwardly, as if I’d never been in heels before. They weren’t the most comfortable things to walk in, but they were being especially diabolical today. What had Drew called it? Murphy’s law? Everything about tonight was going to go horribly. Couldn’t be disappointed if your expectations were rock bottom, was my reasoning.

addicted to white women that i hate, especially my free use cumdump. [MF]

this is about to be LONG as a motherfucka, and probably make a lot of the dudes in this sub hate me by the time yall finish reading but idgaf so here goes

yall are so into this race play on this sub but we about to test the limits i think 

Imma seperate this into chapters so yall can skip around

**1** about me, the setting, the circumstance, and my personal perspective (relevant but controversial and kinda boring)

**2** my general hoetry and the nature of the power trip, START HERE FOR THE HOT PARTS

**3** the girl this particular story is about, from matching with her to fucking her the first time

**4** her career as my personal slut and where things ended

**1**

Step Sister Corruption Part 10 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, cons)

Do you know how excruciating it is to have your dick in a girl and not go fast. Not go to pound town. Not make Summer’s precious delicious wet warm pussy mine.

No I was blue balling myself going so fucking slow.

Yet here I was trying to show Summer that I could tease as well.

I thought I had the power. The dominance. I had the upper hand by controlling the tempo.

Then how come I felt like I was losing?

I looked at Summer she was just sitting there enjoying what I was doing to her. The most I was getting out was a deep purr.

I spoke hoping that my words were true, “See I can tease too Summer.”

Summer half purred half laughed, “But how long can you keep this up before you stop ‘teasing’ and go straight to fucking me?”

She turned her head to look at me with a shit eating grin, “My guess is not long.”

Shit!!!!!

She was right.

Every muscle in my body demanded I go faster. I go deeper.

[EU] The daily life of a runway model! Part 4-6

[[Parts 1-3]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7mi1e/eu_the_daily_life_of_a_runway_model_in_a_world_of/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) [Next]

Alt. Story: [[Leash 1-4]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7n4k9/eu_the_daily_life_of_a_runway_model_alt_story/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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Part 4 – Pre-Show ^[1.1.1.1]=[1(×4)]{easier ^to ^read}

I stand here, still as a statue, unmoved since adorning the *final* piece.

Putting everything on was, truthfully, quite easy; the silk was simple enough to manage, & the ‘shoes’ slid on like slippers. The wires stretched & formed perfectly around my calves. Unsurprising, since the whole outfit was formed using a mold of my lower body.

*Removing* the shoes were just as easy; by simply twisting the top to release a little pressure, my leg slides right out. I tried them out a few times before the show & found them easy to walk in. They’re even quite comfortable, or as comfortable as *5″ heel* can get.

Gone are the days of the impractical; **fashion** is about balancing **function & freedom**.

Even the center piece could be slipped on like a pair of tights; however, its designer & creator forbid me from seeing it before the show, much less wear it.

The music beats. Directions being called. Models running, changing into their final outfits; all extravagant, but none like mine.

[EU] The daily life of a runway model in a world of Exhibitionist.

This is a multi-part story that takes place in a Universe I’m building.

<^[#.#] = Time Line>

<^[1.1] comes before ^[1.1.1] , but during ^[1.2] >

Parts 1-3

[[Next]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7msnn/eu_the_daily_life_of_a_runway_model_part_46/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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Part 1 – History ^[1]

Ever since the [Sexual Freedom & Liberation Ack,](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/iht3mm/wp_the_year_is_21xx_the_sexual_freedom_liberation/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) fashion has shifted more & more towards exposing one’s self.

Fashion moguls call it ‘*Exposure*’.

Many models thought this just meant less clothing; some just went nude with a pair of heals & some makeup. Those that did often didn’t make it. Most of their careers were based on some fashion designers layering cloth over them until they were satisfied, alway pulling the eyes focus to their work & away from the one wearing it.

When the switch happened, they had no chance.

This new era of fashion centers around the wearer. ‘Exposure’ is all about showing off one’s vulnerability; the few models able to do this while projecting an air of confidence & power were raised to a whole new level of fame.

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Part 2 – My Onsomble ^[1.1]

[MF, Romance, Lt Bondage] A Special Bed

No one wants to go ANYWHERE given the pandemic, so we leveraged that for a honeymoon suite weekend package. Thriftiness is sexy right? Well so is having your mistress tied up and at your mercy.

We checked in. Got to the “room” and it was more like an apartment. Stairs lead up to a ‘loft’ with a couch and TV that overlooked the place. There was a giant Jacuzzi that could have hosted an orgy, and a classic 4-poster king bed in the corner. With a canopy over the top…

She went straight up the stairs and got comfortable on the couch… I checked the lay of the land and found something interesting about the bed… I decided that would be the ultimate destination for our first round of lust so I stuck a few cloth straps under the pillows. I expected to tie her up somehow and have my way with her, but when I saw the bed and what it offered, I knew that’d be the place. So I emptied my pockets… well mostly.

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[MF] sexually frustrated college roommates down the hall part 2…

Alright so I apologize for the delay, here’s part 1:

Sexually frustrated roommates down the hall from me in College… [MF] from gonewildstories

Lots of demand for a part 2 so I’ll give a recap because I love talking about this and getting hard from it. Humble brag but I’m surprised it didn’t have more upvotes

…so I’m sitting next to Rachel on their love seat in their dorm suite. Abby was completely frustrated, and after venting about how she couldn’t get a guy to shove their cock in her after about 5 weeks, she decided to drop to the floor and twerk, while maintaining eye contact with me. Music and the tv was playing and I was a couple beers in at this point….

She wasn’t doing your average twerk. She was full on mimicing a cock ride. Her booty was popping up and hitting the ground. It was a juicy and firm ass, and I was immediately hard. Now, I could tell she KNEW how to ride. Some girls just bounce and grind but some know how to carefully crash down on the cock and pop back up with confidence and skill. This was the case with Abby. After she twerked, she took one of the funnels from their multi funnel bongzilla thing and shoved it about 8 inches down her throat, with zero gag reflex.