Love Pill – Part 10 (1/2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tcz36r/love_pill_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/u5q4vk/love_pill_part_3/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ukykd8/love_pill_part_4/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/v04w7j/love_pill_part_5/)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vbt2av/love_pill_chapter_6/)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/vp12no/love_pill_part_7/)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/w5f4ag/love_pill_part_8_12/)

[Part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/wgun0z/love_pill_part_9_12/)

**Chapter 10**

It was the start of the weekend but I couldn’t relax.

I had woken up at half-past six, but returning to dreamland was impossible even though I was drained and my eyelids were heavy bags. There was no way—not with all the rabid thoughts swirling in my head.

Thoughts of Lucia.

But especially, fantasies of my little sister.

If I said yes last night, I’d have woken up with pink perfection snuggled up beside me. Naked. I would be pressed behind her, inhaling her delicious scent, rubbing my erection against the seam of her ass, feeling utterly content.

So many ‘what if’s’ and ‘what could be’s’.

Ten minutes ago, I heard Ava heading out for cheerleading practice. I knew it was her from her slow, deliberate gait, but most noticeably—my chest growing tighter and my throat closing up.

It felt as if I had grown a sixth sense. My body knew exactly which sister it was, even if I couldn’t see—or smell—her.

“An Unexpected Night of Fun” by ME (Threesome story). This is my first attempt at erotic literature, let me know if you like it

Prologue:
It was 12:00 pm on a Saturday in May in Southern California and the weather was perfect that day. My fiancé, Jasmine (F27, 5ft 3in) who is a naturally gorgeous, curvy and busty Latina decided to let me know that we were going over to a birthday party at 5:00pm for her best friend Lana’s little sister who was turning 10. This was annoying to me because she had found out earlier in the week and had forgotten about the party until the day of. I had planned on relaxing at home because I had a long week at work, but when you’re in a relationship sacrifices need to be made.

My beautiful fiancé was rummaging through our closet and pulled out her favorite sundress, which looks great on her. When she put on this sundress it fit her curves perfectly in addition it displayed her perfectly shaped 34DDD breasts. This dress was both cute and sexy at the same time, but not inappropriate for the occasion.

Mind Controlled By My Teacher [FFM, MF, FF, Teacher/Student, Mind Control, Sexual Enslavement] Book 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+

**MIND CONTROLLED BY MY TEACHER: Book 1**

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*Aiden Grace’s POV*

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“Aiden Grace, to the front of the room, please,” Mrs. Pennyworth calls out.

I swallow and smooth down my pleated skirt, rising to stand with an awkward slowness. What the hell did I do to draw her attention to me? It’s not fair; Mary Anne and Susie were the ones giggling and chatting—not me. I was minding my own business and trying to pay attention to the lecture. Perhaps I was nibbling on my pencil a little too much and getting lost in my own thoughts (mostly revolving around my boyfriend, Bruce), but still, I was being quiet and don’t deserve what’s coming to me.

The whole classroom falls silent, only my uneasy footfalls casting soft thuds across the room. No one likes Mrs. Pennyworth. She’s a stern woman, with soulless black eyes and raven hair, and everyone jokes that she might be a witch. Rumors of her cruelty circulated through the entire senior class when Mrs. Pennyworth had been transferred to our small, rural high school to teach life skills such as financial responsibility, writing a resume, or applying for college. The life skills were a valuable asset to our Podunk town’s lack of proper education, but Blair Pennyworth’s reputation quickly dampened the enthusiasm everyone had about learning.

A Fantasy Fulfilled : MMF [F28, M31, M30] [heteroflexible] [double blowjob] [frottage]

So this is my first ever attempt at erotic fiction. It’s a scenario that is a total fantasy of mine so I decided to write a fictional story about it. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave me any and all feedback.

Backstory: Friends, Melanie (F28), Devin (M31), and Sean (M30) are hanging out alone one night. Melanie and Devin had hooked up a few times in the past, but had never developed anything emotionally serious. Melanie and Sean are friends, but have no sexual history. Devin and Sean are good friends, but definitely have no sexual history. After a few drinks and a few hits from Devin’s bong, the conversation opens up to sex and specifically fantasies. Melanie mentions that sometimes in the past when she’s given head to a guy, she’s wanted a 2nd dick to suck and play with as well.

“Why don’t you just blow both of us?” Devin asks playfully. Only slightly embarrassed, Melanie laughs and says “oh shut up, dude…..I don’t think Sean would be into that anyway.”

[F] I finally revealed to my friends that I share myself intimately on Reddit and showed them my page

Two girls (one straight, one Bi), one guy (straight).

It’s freeing.

One of the girls said she was debating sharing herself on Twitter, which I did not expect one bit, but hasn’t, due to confidence.

The other (Bi), said she could count on one hand her friends who weren’t sharing themselves online.

The straight guy, amusingly, went bright red and messaged me when we got home, saying he commended my confidence/bravery. I didn’t see the message, and an hour later, he asked “what’s your username again?”

A gentle touch of the heart [Girl-on-girl] [Age 22-30] [Slice of Life]

# Gentle Touch of the Heart
## Prologue
Every night, I’d look up at the night sky, hoping for the impossible and wishing for the unattainable. Every night, I’d look up at those twinkling stars. Each one burning a different color of perfection. Each star glistening and pulsing, sending photons thousands of light-years into my pupil, while I have no idea the size or distance of that star. None of the stars have a conscious, or even any perception of thought or sign of a soul, but I look upon them for advice, cause every night I dream of you. An idea at first, a flutter of a thought and on I went with my day. But as my eyes conversed with those stars, and the silent embrace they gave me as answers, I yearned. I needed that idea to be more than just a pulse of neurons every time I smelled a certain scent. I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I got lost in that idea so much that I started to see you everywhere. Just hints of your dress as you walked around a corner or a strand of hair on a crowded sidewalk. Hints of perfection manifested in my average, everyday life. But those little twines of glistening heaven grew larger, more bold. Your face haunted my dreams. The pictures on my walls. Your voice a eerie siren call to an abyss I could not enter. I wish you were real, I need you to be real. So, if you will not come to me, I decided to pack my bags to go to you. Don’t worry about my past life, you have taken over every follicle and essence, it was nothing but you anyways. I won’t be long, my love. We’ll be by each other’s side forever. An eternity plus one. You and me.

An Elevating Encounter [18F/40M]

[Just looking for feedback.]

The heat.

The sweltering summer heat.

It built and built and refused to go away. Days went by, weeks even, and the city hadn’t had more than a light breeze or wispy cloud to help fend off the scorching sun. Those who lived with air conditioning could find comfort in that uncomfortable heat. Betty Bell wasn’t one of them.

Hers was an apartment on the third floor of an old building not ten minutes from her college. One bedroom. One bathroom. One open space with a kitchenette to the side. Small. But also hers. It was the first place the eighteen year old could truly call her own. It was freedom. Not the freedom to move that comes with one’s first car, but the freedom to live that comes with one’s first place. The apartment had everything the young woman wanted. Everything but an AC unit.

She would do anything to cool down. Anything to mitigate the stuffy heat of her tiny apartment. If that meant laying naked on the floor with a soaking wet towel over her busty chest, then lay and soak is what she’d do.

[MF] A Autumn night

I met Autumn in my senior year of college. We were assigned to the same project in a marketing class. Autumn was a girl here from China doing her bachelors. While working on the project we would hang out on campus and she would rarely text me.

One night I was out with some friends and had let a buddy borrow my phone when she texted. I don’t remember the conversation but he had asked me if he can mess around with her on text. I didn’t think too much into it and a few min later he handed me my phone and said your welcome. I read the conversation and was just puzzled at what what was said in their dirty conversation. I left it alone and a few nights later she initiated a dirty conversation. Autumn became very forward and asked me to come over.

(F18/M23) Horny farmer gets lucky and destroys house guest’s pussy

I woke up to the sound of our annoying rooster outside.

My mind was already occupied with the tasks I needed to complete today.

Until this morning, I forgot all about the new girl’s coming in bright and early.

We host a few high school students every year on our family farm, and somehow we always end up with the most snobbish girls.

My father always gives them a pass… I think out of pity… Or Like most of the men here, he’s captivated by them.

This year I was told we would be hosting 2 girls… again.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s every guy’s dream to have 2 hot girls staying in the same house as them, but last year was a disaster.

The girls were super lazy and were afraid to ‘chip their nails’…

None of them were ever interested in a guy like myself, and there was never any guarantee they would be hot either.

I’ve been told that I’m quite attractive for a 23-year-old farmer. I’m quite tall, around 6’3 with brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin from slaving outside all day. Nothing special about me other than my rock-hard body from working hard every day.

Catching Up: Part Four 21+ [M40/F37] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Playboy Bunny]

Chapter Four: Getting a little extra

“So, you fucked, a playboy model?” Alicia asked as she sat on my couch.

“Yeah,” I said as she stared at me.

I felt it necessary to tell Alicia about my encounter with Helen. Since it seemed we were getting closer than the usual friendship.

“You’re not mad?” I asked.

“I would’ve been mad if you didn’t?” Alicia smiled. “Hell, I would’ve slept with her, if given the chance. And I don’t find women attractive at all.”

“I am glad that you aren’t mad,” I said.

Alicia smiled as she leaned in close to me. “So, what does she look like?”

“Like a playboy model,” I shrugged.

“Well, I will just have to see for myself,” Alicia said as she stood up.

She went to my computer that was across the room. “Sit,” she ordered. I sat in my chair and went straight to the internet a simple search for Helen and there she was on the screen.

“A raven,” Alicia said as she leaned over me. “Your first?”