Wow, the messages have been really inspiring, especially the ones in which some of you want me to write a specific story. I will consider it, but there is so much more left to this one that by the time I post this I have already started part 4. But if you haven’t read the others, check my profile for the other two.
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The next morning, Marc woke up a little early before anyone else to check his email, get ready for the drive home, and just take off to work the next morning. Making his way over to the coffee pot, the morning ritual began. Whoever was the one who didn’t scoop the grounds into the machine typically woke up within a few minutes to the aroma of a fresh brew spreading in the cabin. Marc sat down in the chair, clicked on his phone, and began checking emails for the trip.
Tag: Straight
From Neighbor to Summertime Fling (Part 3) [F/M 30s][Cheating][Long Read][Multiple Chapters][Buildup][Oral]
Wow, the messages have been really inspiring, especially the ones in which some of you want me to write a specific story for you. I will consider it, but there is so much more left to this one that by the time I post this I have already started part 4. But if you haven’t read the others, here are the links: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xhnpgs/from_neighbor_to_summertime_fling_part_1_fm/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xin4i9/from_neighbor_to_summertime_fling_part_2_fm/)
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The next morning, Marc woke up a little early before anyone else to check his email, get ready for the drive home, and just take off to work the next morning. Making his way over to the coffee pot, the morning ritual began. Whoever was the one who didn’t scoop the grounds into the machine typically woke up within a few minutes to the aroma of a fresh brew spreading in the cabin. Marc sat down in the chair, clicked on his phone, and began checking emails for the trip.
Plane (F21, F42, M+ all 21+, public, restrained, ENF, dubcon – 6,800 words)
**PLANE**
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).
For avoidance of doubt, all characters in this story are aged 21 and over.
*When Kala loses her clothes on a busy commercial plane flight, she begins a journey of erotic humiliation and public sex.*
**Author’s Note**: This story was originally released in three parts. All three parts appear here.
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**Part 1**
The idea of going without underwear on the long plane flight to Los Angeles had seemed exciting early that morning as Kala was dressing.
Now, as she sat in her aisle seat, feeling herself first pushed down into her seat by the force of take-off, and then briefly, blessedly weightless, she was having second thoughts.
She had clearly caught the favoured flight for business. The man next to her was dressed in a business pants and a button-up shirt, and as soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, he extracted a laptop and began to peck away at some brief or pitch, one keytap at a time. There were two women in blouses and business skirts behind her talking anxiously about “the Redondo meeting”, and across the aisle an older man in expensive tailored clothes was attempting to catch some sleep.
Ruined for a kiss (Femdom, Chastity, Feet, FM)
My heart was pounding as I knelt, naked apart from the tight chastity cage locked around my cock. I could hear the sound of my Goddess getting ready in the bathroom but didn’t dare to look around.
Weeks worth of desperation seemed to be stirring between my legs.
Each second seemed to take an eternity as I waited there. Eventually I heard the door latch and the the click of high heels walking towards me.
“Hi sweets” she said, running her nails up my back, giving me chills. I took a sharp intake of breath and could feel goosebumps erupt across my skin as she stood behind me, running her nails up my back in into my hair.
I moaned softly as my Goddess began to play with my hair. Slowly stopping she walked around in front of me. Just the sight of her was enough to make heart pound and my locked cock throb.
My Goddess seemed to tower over me as I knelt there, even if she was usually shorter then me. Her long red hair flowing down her back. I couldn’t help grinning like an idiot as I looked in to her big gorgeous eyes.
Goddess was clearly dressed for effect tonight. My gaze fixed on her heels though. Back and strappy, with sheer black stockings underneath, her pretty painted toes clearly visible through them. She had them painted white this evening and looking oh so kissable.
My eyes moved up her long gorgeous tattooed legs. She was wearing a short checkered skirt, that only just came to bellow her beautiful round arse. Not wanting to be caught trying to look underneath I quickly moved my eyes up, following her flat toned tummy, her cute breasts contained within a lacy bralet.
She smiled with full red lips, that I was dying to kiss. Tilled her head, and asked
“Having a good look there?”
Blushing, I realised I’d been staring at her gorgeous body a little too long.
“Aww” she giggled at me.
“Is this too much for you already? Just thinking about everything I could do to you right now?”
I swallowed, unsure of what best to say next. I could think of a hundred things I would love for her todo to me, but only very few of them would she ever consider. And that was only if I had been a very good boy.
“Wait” she continued “aren’t I missing something?”
I started, realising that I still had the key to my chastity cage in my hand. Bending down and extended my arms, palms flat, I offered my Goddess the key to my freedom. After the last two weeks, giving it away seemed to have my cock straining to escape already.
“Good boy” she said taking the key and causing the cage to become tighter still.
“Now” she said bending her knees so she was at my eye level. “What are we going todo with you today?”
The Desire – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.3
3.
The meeting with the investors went well and Jennifer ended the week on a high note. She drove home to her apartment, thinking of red hair.
Jennifer thought she needed a name for the mystery woman. ‘The woman from the bathroom,’ or ‘The redhead,’ just didn’t cut it. Until Jennifer learned her real name she had to call her something else.
“What will I call you?” Jennifer asked herself out loud. She thought about it while waiting for a red light.
“Jill!” she exclaimed. “I’ll call you Jill. It’s perfect.” Jennifer smiled at her cleverness. Jill was indeed a very good name for this redheaded woman. ‘Jill’ was short for ‘jilling,’ a slang term for female masturbation. The light turned green and she drove off.
Traffic was heavy, but it didn’t bother her, she was in a good mood. Once she finally got in the door of her apartment, she dropped her purse and coat over a chair and headed for the kitchen. Jennifer grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured herself a large glass before heading to the living room. She pushed a button on the wall for the radio, then plopped down on the sofa, kicking her shoes off, letting them fall where they might. Jennifer leaned back, sighed, and thought once more of Jill.
[22F, 24F, 24F, 26F, 29F, 31M] – The Squirting Experiment – [exhibitionism][voyeurism][squirting][group experience][multiple women][fingering][eating pussy][missionary][deepthroating][throatpie][creampie][stripping][grinding]
*This is an edited to fit Reddit’s character limit. I’ll post the full version on my reddit profile soon!*
It was Tuesday. That meant a day full of boudoir photography. What started as a hobby collecting cameras blossomed into a full-blown career, and I felt incredibly lucky to be in that position.
Years ago, my clientele was largely made up of married women of varying ages. They all beamed as they stared into the lens, imagining the look of shock and invigoration on their husbands and wives’ faces when they revealed their secret project. Whenever I received a positive review on my website, I chuckled to myself, knowing that my client had probably just spent a long, dirty night with her partner before waking up and telling me the images were much appreciated.
Recently, a different batch of people began emailing me with requests. Gorgeous, industrious young men and women with personal NSFW production businesses inquired about my photo and video abilities. They wanted a professional touch to their content, all post-production included. They were making ungodly amounts of money and knew quality was the way to keep an audience, perhaps gain some professional modeling work.
Catching Up: Part Eight 21+ [M40/F37] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Playboy Bunny]
Chapter Eight: It all works out
“Can we take these blindfolds off now?” Alicia asked.
“Sure,” I said as I finally got them onto the balcony of what was going to be our new house.
“What are we doing here?” Helen asked.
We were back at Carl’s house.
“Where is Carl?” Alicia asked as she looked around.
“Carl is gone,” I said. I didn’t know if Carl took my offer, but I did know he had left the house. “And I bought the house.”
“Are you serious?” Alicia asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I approached the bank with an offer. They were happy to give it to me.
“Thought we were going to buy in Louisiana?” Alicia asked.
“I can get a small place for myself, but both of you have lives here,” I said.
“I don’t want either of you to put any of that on hold for me.”
Both Alicia and Helen smiled at me. “So, shall I close, or….” I started to ask before they both started nodding.
It was a good investment. They both had lives and businesses here. It would be easier for me to find a small place to live in than re-rooting themselves.
Feeling Like Myself Again 21+ [F43/M28] [Tit Fucking] [Oral Sex] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Enhanced Boobs] [Cancer Survivor]
“You did it,” Sonia yelled as I crossed the finish line.
I could barely talk as I looked at her. She held onto me as she led me over to a bench, where I promptly sat down to catch my breath.
“Congratulations,” a man said as he placed a ribbon over my head.
“Well, you said you would run this time,” Sonia smiled at me.
“Yes,” I said, waving at each of the ladies that crossed the line. “I did.”
I did it. I ran for the cure. Last year I walked, and the year before that, I didn’t finish. This year I ran and finished.
“Thank you,” a lady said from behind me.
I turned to look at her. Quickly I stood up, and we embraced. There was a bond between survivors, an unsaid, unbreakable bond.
“Never stop,” she smiled at me.
“Never,” I responded. The lady disappeared into the crowd. “Let’s go,” I said to Sonia, who smiled and walked with me to her car.
It had been five years since the monster had invaded my body. I had fought it every day, and finally, after months of medication, visits, and losing my hair as well as my husband. It took my breasts.
Hate Fucking Emmy | [23M/19F] [Argument] becomes [Hate fucking] [Rough] [And I mean ROUGH] [Slapping] [Choking] [Blowjob] [Facefuck] [Fucking] [Anal] [Painal] [Anal Creampie] [Scratching] so [slight blood] [Namecalling] [Degrading] [bit Emotional] [romantic/sad ending??] [dub-con]
*Hey! It’s been absolutely ages since I posted a story because I’ve been so so so busy but hopefully soon I can get back into the swing of things.*
*This story is technically a sequel to a previous story I posted called “Emmy”, but I’ve written it so it’s not necessary to have read that to understand this, but go read that if you want a more romantic story and to learn how these two characters met.*
*Now this isn’t a rape story but I’ve tagged it as dub-con ‘cos it’s very very rough and the lines of consent are slightly blurred… but it’s still two consenting adults.*
*If you’ve got any questions or thoughts about the story please leave a comment or drop me a message :)*
*Enjoy!*
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The woman on the phone speaks into my ear in the same tone of voice a doctor would use when informing you that that lump isn’t just a lump but something much more terminal.
‘We really enjoyed your collection of short stories. It’s obvious that you have a real talent when it comes to writing,’ she says. ‘But unfortunately, it’s not what we’re looking for at the moment.’
Sealed the Contract Negotiatons [mf]
So recently my partner and I have opened up our relationship. It has led to a lot of fun experiences for both of us separately and together.
This is a solo story:
I’m an attorney. I don’t look like a typical attorney. I look more like my other passion which is typical long-haired musician. I don’t have a ridiculous body or an unfathomable cock. Other than the good good hair, a dad bod, and charming blue eyes I’m at a loss for why I’m so appealing to the opposite sex. I digress.
Anyway, I got a call from an old fling who has been promoted to CEO of her company after the current CEO decided to step away. She asked if I could draft some basic forms. I said I’d be happy to give them a gander and do some document prep but because this industry is outside of my wheelhouse I told her I’d be cautious about not sending them off to another more apt attorney to sign off on when we were through.