I [M] meet a Florida Hotwife [F]

I was in Florida for a work conference with several coworkers. We were in town for 2 weeks with free time on the weekend. Prior to our arrival, I started talking to a couple from the area on AFF.

They were both in their late 40’s. Jane was 5’1″, blonde hair, 110lbs, fake c tits and a small, tight, perfectly defined ass. John was your typical average looking spouse that wanted to see his 10/10 wife get pleased. The pictures looked too good to be true and I assumed they were fake.

On Friday night I was out with my coworkers for drinks. I had messaged the couple earlier but had not heard anything back. Randomly I checked my phone and they were both out, nearby and wanted to meet. We exchanged a few messages and they said to meet them at the bar which was a couple blocks away. I finished my drink and told my coworkers that I was meeting a family friend that happened to be in town for a vacation and left.

S.O.L. Games: Pet Teachers part 1/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mFF][nc][rape][ws][bd][humil][Mdom][sad]

[Start with the Prologue!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tfhqci/sol_games_begin_game_teachers_and_18yo_senior/)

Then read other chapters in any order!

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. First-person, creepy, non-chronological, episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc. In this one, I choose two of my milf teachers.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence/Non-con

-Gross descriptions / bodily fluids / bad smells

-Pissing

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Pet Teachers Part 1

S.O.L. Games: Jump Ropes (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][bd][exhib][Mdom][sad]

[Start with the Prologue!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tfhqci/sol_games_begin_game_teachers_and_18yo_senior/)

Then read other chapters in any order!

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. First-person, creepy, non-chronological, episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc. In this one, I choose my childhood friend, a thin blonde 18yo senior.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence/Non-con

-Creepy/gross Sniffing/tasting (feet, sweat, bodily fluids, everything)

-Blood

-Anal abuse

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Jump Ropes

Passion and fire (m+f)

I watched her slender, silhouetted outline as she stood in the darkened room. The city lights peered through the window like little, horny voyeurs, watching her, unable to look away. Perhaps she was in a playful mood tonight? I could only hope. She lit a couple of candles on the table in the corner. She held the match between her finger and thumb, watching the flame work its way down the wood of the matchstick, as if in a trance. She felt the increasing heat of the flame as it closed in on her flesh. She parted her lips and blew. The flame flickered and vanished, and smoke twisted up into a small, winding pillar into the darkness. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sulfur, smoky smell. She turned her head toward the bed as she let out her breath with a moan. This was the beginning…

She knew I liked to watch. This was her gift to me: Her show, her stage, her epic-erotica.

“Good Girls & Bad Cucks.”

Day 1 – “Out Clubbin”

ping ping ping ping

Abigails phone lit up the back of the uber as rain trickled down the window and glistened in the street lights. She helt her head to the cold glass window as the scattered neon lights flashed passed her. “He always does this.” She thought to herself. “This wasn’t even last minute and he still didn’t bother to not smoke for ONE NIGHT. Just one. To come out with me and not let me third wheel like always.” ping ping ping
she finally swing her head off the glass staring down at her phone.
Fee: helloooo.
Fee: where r u???
Fee: R u guys cominn??
Fee: Me n Criss started off without you guys so you gotta catchh upp when ur heree. Fee: hurryyy
Fee: upp.
Abigail let out a deep breath as she quickly typed “almost there. Just me. Something came up with Tims dad and he had to help him so he couldnt come.” She let out a sigh as she hesitantly pushed send. She couldn’t help but lie about her sweehearts absence. Saying he’s busier with other stuff is better than saying he smoked too much and is probably passed out. She couldn’t stand to hear another night of Fee telling her to get rid of him. She quickly flipped the camera to herself. Street lights flickered just enough light to see her makeup as they drove past. The dark smokey eyeshadow really brought out that green in her eyes. Her lips in that new nude lipstick Fiona bought for her a couple months back. Hey hair straightened and a tight black dress to match the makeup.

I Create a Sex Cult in Another World? Episode 3

Ep 3: I Get My First Follower in Another World?

*~~Authors~~* *Pervert’s Note: I am so sorry for the delay!! Here’s an extra long chapter full of a lot of smut with a musclegirl. I hope you enjoy! Links to previous chapters in the comments, feedback very welcome! I’m working on adding more emotion and sensation (and dialogue) to all the action I normally have going on, I hope it shows! I have about another chapter’s worth of where this leaves off, then… who knows! Suggestions/requests welcome!*

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The caravan of oddities didn’t stop until night had well and truly fallen. By then, the novelty of being sexy and caged had thoroughly worn off. I had become cold, sore, and grumpy and I was far from alone in that sentiment. Complaints came from the cabin that were staunchly ignored by our demoness leader. They came every ten minutes like clockwork, from a different occupant each time.

Now that we’d come to a stop, the complaints turned to the choice in location.

“Dreadful dark,” the older woman tittered, “Might I expect to be robbed any moment, Lady Morasia?”

I fucked my spoiled daughter after some attitude adjustments [INCEST] [MIND CONTROL]

Disclaimer: This story contain mind control elements. Read at your own discretion.

**Attitude Adjustment**

I scratched my head, eyeing the script with a frown. “I don’t know, Harry.”

My friend leaned forward from the stool he was sitting on. “Brandon, do you trust me?”

It was a dumb question. We both knew that. Harry and I have been friends since we were roommates in college. I still remember that fateful day. Five guys squeezed together in a run-down two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment.

I had to share the cramped space with Harry and three other guys. I lost contact with the rest long ago, but kept Harry close.

I sighed. “Of course. You know I do.”

“Then say the words. Read the script.”

My eyes scanned the paper my best friend had handed me moments ago. Printed in bold letterings were a list of things I had to say.

I leaned into the microphone in front of me and blew out a shaky breath.

“Ready?” my friend asked, his finger primed on the keyboard of his laptop.

“Wait, wait.” I squinted at the script. “Are you sure I have to say the words?”

[MF] the time I was a milf coworkers boy toy pt 3

As I’m drying her off I start get heard again already. I still couldn’t believe I was in this situation with this hot ass engaged woman. Me touching her body up and down as her eyes are closed and her moaning and whispering “mmm good boy”. She eyes me up and down and smiles and said “I’ll get us some drinks” and winks at me.

She grabs me by the cock again to guide me. I loved when she did this. She says “follow me sweetie” and she takes me back to her bedroom and has me lay down. “Keep that cock hard for me, I’ll be right back” and kisses me as her hands run up my balls and shaft. She walks out to go get the drinks she was talking about.

I’m laying on her bed slowly stroking and teasing my cock waiting for her. I was ready. She come back with two glasses of wine. I’m personally not a fan of wine but I take a few sips with her.

Haunted, pt. 1 [F/Ghost][Solo F][Creampie][Oral][Anal][Vaginal][Non-Cons]

My restless slumber was interrupted. I’d been having an _incredibly_ wet dream, so much so that I could feel the juicy arousal between my legs, goosebumps rippling across my body, tank-top clinging to my damp torso as the sweat made my skin shimmer in the scarce light of night, and was filled with _desperate need_. Clumsy fingers fumbled with my phone, _3:02 a.m._ I chuckled to myself. While I knew the 3 a.m. hour was considered the “witching hour,” thanks to my self proclaimed Wiccan roommate, I’d never considered myself superstitious enough to believe ghosts, demons, or witches were _actually_ going around in the dead of night. 

A shiver trembled down my spine, regardless. It was the middle of June, and the window air-conditioner struggled to keep my small room cool. So, why was it so _damn_ cold in here? I pull the blanket tighter around me, but the chill remained. _Perhaps it’s so cold because I woke up as a hot mess?_ The thought occurs that I just need to get myself off and get back to sleep, but I couldn’t shake the strange feeling of being watched. I certainly didn’t feel alone in my darkened dwelling, but told myself I was just being silly.

I [f] [28] recently flashed my tits for the first time on the train and I was shocked by how much almost being seen turned me on

It all started when I was on a late train back to the city. To pass the time I had gone to the bathroom to indulge in my favorite pastime – taking dirty pictures with my tits out in the mirror – and now I was back in my seat, indulging in my second favorite pastime: posting the pictures on Reddit to be ogled by strangers with their hard cocks in their hands.

(Whenever I post pictures on Reddit, I always hope that my picture is the one that makes a guy blow because I love making men cum, it makes me so wet thinking about it!!)

As I posted my picture, the comments began. One user loved my nipples, another loved my daringness and naughtiness, and one said he had never wished more to be on a train right now. But the comment that I couldn’t stop rereading , the one that was making me shiver with anticipation, said that I hadn’t been naughty enough.

“Be brave, get your tits out in the seats!”