Tag: Straight

Alec and Brianna (3 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Imprisonment] [mast] [huml] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

That afternoon you watch me pace nervously around our villa. I snack on olives and cheese, trying to ignore my desire to continue smoking. A part of me wishes that you would just make me, so then I would have no choice. But that thought triggers a flashback from the day before. My throat tightens painfully and my eyes tear up as I remember what you did to me. And then today – locking me in the library with that pack of smokes. I know you did that just to tempt me…and it worked.

My heart is heavy as I walk out on the balcony. I feel betrayed. I know you purposely hid all of this from me until after we were married. You knew I would never take up smoking voluntarily, and yet you courted me for a year, knowing that you would never take no for an answer. I start to cry. The balcony door is open, and you can hear me sobbing. But you stay inside, watching and listening from a distance. Read more »

Desperate times call for desperate measures [M/F][coercion/prost]

Tara had been having money issues for the better part of a year now. Struggling to keep a job while raising a son on her own was really taking it's toll on her. She had just received a letter from her building manager informing her that rent was increasing again (second time in two years), and that if she couldn't pay off what she owed, she would be out on her ass in a few months.

She took to facebook to air her problems, hoping a friend would come through with some part-time work she could pick up to make ends meet. As the weeks went by and Tara got more desperate, She began to consider applying at strip-clubs as a server, dropping resumes off at hooters and other local sports bars in the hopes of finding something. A month and a half had passed, and she was still searching for work. She posted again about needing $500 dollars by the end of the month or she would be homeless. A real sob story by any account, but I knew the time was right. She was desperate enough. Read more »

Lechomancer Chapter 5: Succubi [MFF][oral][anal]

(earlier chapters available in blog link at the bottom) On the living room couch, Lisa faced Erostopholes as she rode him. He was in his human form, a handsome young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes, and he smiled a coy half smile as he thrust his thick cock up into her. She half grunted, half giggled with pleasure as he drove up into her. Her legs were spread wide, with the inside of her knees pressed against the sofa. Her toes curled with ecstasy. As he pushed deep into her, his strong hand pulled her by the small of the back, pressing her torso against his well-defined abs, pressing her breasts to his chest. He guided her up and down his length, his breathing starting to become ragged. He stared hungrily into her eyes, and she felt herself on the age of cumming.

“Wait,” He said firmly.

“I … can’t,” Lisa pleaded. He tilted her head. “Please … Master,” she said, unable to get more than a word out between thrusts, his warm penis pushing deep into her. “Let … me … cum.” Read more »

Changing room fuck [MF][nc]

I press a hand over your mouth and my other wraps around your throat as I push you back into the changing room. You had been giving me sly looks since the moment you saw me and I had been doing the same. Little did you know I was going to take what I wanted right here in the busy changing rooms at the mall, but fuck it, I decided that your body was mine to use and I was going to have you no matter what. Read more »

[Meta][MF][Not actually a story][The MF tag was a lie] Any tips on actually finishing a story?

I've almost-written about 5 stories for this sub, but each time I do, I end up putting way too much detail in them. My most recent attempt already contains 25,000 characters and isn't even half way done yet.

Once I've spent about 6 or 8 hours writing, I start to lose arousal about the topic of the story and give up on it for the day. It's then really hard to pick it back up again to finish off. I've not written a 'normal' (i.e. non-erotic) story in a while, but I'm guessing they are easier to pick back up because with erotic stories I have to be really aroused about the particular story before I get back to it…

So, I'm either asking "How do I make my stories shorter?"

(Younger me would be confused – I could never write stories that were long enough before, and now they're all far too long… I hope one day I can say the same thing happened with my penis… ahem…)

Or I'm asking "How do you find the motivation to take an old story back up if you're only half-way done with it?" Read more »

The Wind’s Pleasure [MF][group][first time][fantasy] And my first story!

Hey gang, hope you like it! And bonus points for anyone who can ID where the names come from!

Shallan sat on the deck of the Wind’s Pleasure basking in the bright noon day sun, sketching the ship’s crew as they went about their work. The tanned, shirtless sailors broiled around her in seeming chaos to her young, untrained eyes. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a pony’s tail to hold it against the wind and the salt spray coming from the side of the tall ship. Her sketch book rested on her lap, charcoal pencil in her hand. As she watched the sailors go about their work, she couldn’t help her eye being drawn to Yalb. Yalb was a little louder, and more broad in the chest than the other sailors. But what truly fascinated Shallan was the bulge coming from the front of Yalb’s pair of work shorts. Why did his shorts push out so, where the other sailors did not, weren't all men the same down there? Read more »

Homecoming [MF] [oral] [inc]

Mike stepped off the bus and took a look around. Not much changes in sleepy southern towns like this. The old diner and attached gas station across from the bus depot still had peeling paint, old men in rockers out front, and the same gaudy neon sign proclaiming, "The Best Southern Fried Chicken in the State." He looked up Main Street and saw the same Civil War memorial with General Robert E. Lee standing proud and tall with one hand on his saber.

"Surprised that thing is still standing," he thought, shouldering his duffel bag and heading away from downtown. "I figured the council would have had it removed by now. Nearly every week there was some new wannabe rattlecan tag or other defacement."

Every block or so he saw someone he recognized but no one seemed to recognize him. That's what happens though when you leave town to join the Air Force and don't come back for six years. He had changed. Riverview never would. Read more »

Eros’ Uplifting Spell [MF][exh][voy]

I wrote this in an attempt of roleplay on /r/dirtypenpals, but I wrote so much, it wasn't roleplay anymore, but the redditer suggested finishing the story and posting it here. I start off with her prompt in Italics. I made it a quicky because it's a try-out, but I'd be up for more.

I was foolish to think I could break into the Temple of Eros with nothing happening. It's only thousands of years old, what's the worst that could happen? But I awoke the mischievous wrath of the god of sex, and now he/she torments me. Every week it changes: makes everyone fall in love with me at first sight, turns my office into a brothel, makes me insatiably horny around people I don't even like… sometimes Eros even disguises himself as someone I have a huge crush on and strings me along for months. Read more »

Molly, Jacob, and Camden 2 [ff][mf][inc][oral]

Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss.

"It's fine. We're fine," Jacob assured her. "Just relax. God knows I'm relaxed." The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle.

He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camden's head in his lap. Molly was sitting with Camden's legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach.

Dad came in through the kitchen. "Hey," he muttered, sounding tense and tired. "I got some bad news. I'm gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. Jacob, I'm gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon."

"Sure thing, Dad." Jacob's eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. He whispered, "You'll wait for me?" Read more »

Molly, Jacob, and Camden [fmf][inc][oral][first]

Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominating role early on, despite being born second.

"Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil.

"Bite me, cunt lips," he replied.

"Did you figure it out or get bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

"I jacked it to your friend Camden and spelled the answer on the shower wall."

"Just tell me!" Her impatience was showing in her red cheeks so he cracked open his binder to see.

"X squared plus Y squared minus 1," he said and slammed it shut again.

"I knew it."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"To make sure you knew."

He sighed noisily and returned to reading his history text.

"So what did they talk to you about in your health class yesterday?" She stuck the tip of her pencil between her lips. Read more »