Tamed Part 11: Chad’s Lament

Both Alanah and Claire could feel just how tense and excited I was. My heavy heart beats pounded against their skin as they both crushed their bodies against either side of me. The entire room of the elevator felt like it was full of electricity as our combined lust for what was to come hits an all time high.

My older Step-sister bit her lip, evidently worried about just how hungry I looked. She gave me a pleading expression before the metal doors woosh open. “You better live up to all this hype baby…I wanna drown in all your cum…” She reached her tip toes in her pure white heels, she gifted me with a delicate kiss behind my ear. I could feel the hammer of her heart beat onto me like a constant drum beat. 

Her eyes flicked over to Claire on the other side of me. They locked eyes for a brief moment to take in just how dominant I had become since losing my virginity. The black haired masochist was in a similar state of awe and excitement; only that she was vastly superior in keeping her composure. She slipped a sly smirk over at my white clothed sister, full matte lips curling as her nipples poked hard against her skintight latex minidress, one more push would be all she needed… 

1st Day working at a Massage Parlor [Handjob]

Candace pushed past the door of a small storefront that read “Acupuncture and health” and found herself in a tiny, empty lobby. There were a few chairs but no receptionist or customers. Along the wall, there was one glass door that shielded the other side with a reflective mirror. The door looked strong and foreboding. Alongside the ominous glass and metal door, there was a doorbell and the moment before Candace touched it, the door began buzzing. The buzzing caused a metal bolt to free itself with a loud snap, then she nervously pushed the door open. Before she was even past the transom, Candace was greeted by a large woman in her forties.

“You Candy?” The tough woman inquired with a thick Russian accent.

“Ummm…. Yes?”

“Are you or aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m Candace.”

“No, you’re Candy,” she said, gruffly looking the girl over. “Take off that sweatshirt.”

Balking for a second, Candace took off her hoodie. The woman looked at her face then her body.

“Sam was right, you’re a little cutie. Are you at least eighteen? Can’t have no underage girls working here. Show me your ID.”

[MM] Two totally straight friends. P1

There was this friend of mine I used to hang a lot with. While he had had done some stuff with girls back then, I was still secretly a virgin. Sometimes we used to watch porn and jerk off. One time I out of nowhere suggested what if we jerked off each other and after thinking it for a while we decided it wasn’t a good idea. After all, that would be gay. But the idea got stucked in my mind for days or weeks and how hot would that be. And I wasn’t the only one as the next time we had a jerking off session, he was the first one to suggest it again. I pretended to think about it, while bitting my lip to not just say yes, I wanted him to insist so it would be his idea and not mine. That way I’d feel like the gay one was him and not me. Luckily he did.

My Dark Hero [Romance/Erotica/Fantasy]

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**Prologue**

**Kincaid**

None of my family members died of natural causes. It’s not something we do. I had to listen to my father’s skull crack underneath the pressure of a hammer, while my mother…well… let’s just say the only way police knew it was her body was because I watched her die. If they didn’t have my testimony they would’ve needed dental records.

I saw just about everything before I was allowed to start drinking. And after saying goodbye to my folks by watching them painfully pass over to the other side, I knew I was meant to be alone.

Over the next decade I’d become the product of my uncle Gary, a man who got shot in the face three times before finally giving up. He took over where my parents left off, and just like my father, his biggest mistake was his love for his wife and daughter. One night he thought he was coming home to crayon drawings, hot chocolate and warm hugs. Instead, he found my aunt and niece bound and gagged, ready to bleed out in front of him. They were all buried together, although there wasn’t much left to put in the ground.

Sunrise

She stirred awake just before the sun came up. A dull light was bleeding through the white curtains. She looked over and saw him sleeping softly, silently. She reached over and touched his beard gently then ran her hand down his chest feeling the hair between her fingers. They had fallen asleep naked beneath a thick blanket. His warm skin made her smile. She carefully shifted closer and hooked her leg over his thigh. He remained unmoved, snoring softly. She felt sleep pulling at her again and nearly drifted off there in his heat. Then the memory of her last dream came back. She’d been bound to the top of a table. Knees spread wide, ass in the air, tits pressed hard to the surface. Her arms were stretched straight ahead and she was blindfolded and ball-gagged. She only remembered feeling his presence in the room. Walking behind her. Observing her. This was one of those real dreams. Every detail seemed like real life, only better. In her dream he took what he wanted. Everything. He fucked her ass this way. First slipping two fingers in and spitting between them. Working it in slowly. Then slowly pushing his firm cock in as she struggled against her restraints. The uncomfortable feeling of being stretched by his thick head. Then the pleasure of surrender. The fullness.

The pickup line that worked [F]

I am not a fan of pickup lines. I have had a lot of dumb things said to me and it is the worst when I am at work. Several years ago, when I worked in the small college town I was going to school in, I worked at a small restaurant.
I was jaded to the stupid ways people would try and ask me out. I had a collection of phone numbers in a little box behind the counter. My boss, a young guy in an arranged marriage that luckily worked out for the both of them, thought this was hilarious. He said that I should give the numbers to other people that asked for my number. While funny, it would not be a mystery to realize what happened.
So, it was an actual surprise to me, after the fact, that I had indeed fallen for a line without realizing it immediately. It was sometime when I was on my hands and knees getting fucked from behind that I realized I did indeed fall for a line.

Mrs Perfect Mom [MF][ADULTERY] (Part 3 as requested)

Completely overwhelmed by the support and encouragement for more – so, for those interested,here you go!

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nyc85y/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nz64po/mrs_perfect_mom_mfadultery_part_2_as_requested/

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I got home on Tuesday night, a little paranoid about how I looked – would I get caught? Did I smell like perfume or have makeup on my shirt? How would I explain my still wet hair? I would need to shower and change, what if there were scratches on my back or legs? I didn’t feel any but I in all fairness I didn’t feel much of anything but euphoria until my headlights hit the garage door. That snapped me back into the real world quickly and at point all I felt was panic. Be cool, I told myself about 3,000 times in under 4 seconds. Fortunately, everybody was asleep. I threw my clothes into the wash and jumped back into the shower for a quick rinse and collapsed on the bed in the guest room, which is where I’d been sleeping for the past several years.

My ‘straight’ [f] friend made out with me [f] in the back of a taxi

A few years ago, I was introduced to this girl called Issie through some mutual friends. We were both around 18. I was under the impression she was straight given she spoke about a guy some of the night, but I did notice her giving me sneaking little glances and holding eye contact for a little too long throughout the evening. The group of friends I was with knew I was bisexual and it was openly spoken about, so she was well aware of my status. I definitely thought she was attractive, and due to her extensive sports involvement, her body was close to perfection.

Do you remember those hookah/shisha bars? That’s where we were. It was pretty poorly lit, with a bunch of cushions scattered on the floor, and all of us circled around a huge pipe to share. Not COVID safe. One common ‘game’ was to pass smoke around in a circle, by blowing it into each other’s mouths, and seeing how far around the circle it could go. I don’t know, reckless teenage hormones.

Fucking my [F] boss [M] [cheating] [pt1]

I had just moved states and started a new job as a Personal Assistant. When I met my new boss, Leo I was immediately attracted to his tall, solid build and friendly personality. He was a married 39 year old on his way up in the company. I was 24 and had moved to be with my boyfriend.

As time went on, he’d call me into his office to help him write emails to clients, asking me to proof read over his shoulder and getting me to fix issues with his computer that required me to lean into him. Sometimes he’d stand up so I could sit in his chair and we’d make flirty comments about how warm each other’s butts were. I started wearing tight pencil skirts and filing binders on top of his bookshelf so that I had to reach up to get them; showing off my young but shapely torso and bum in the process. He started standing closer to me when I was sitting at my desk, running his finger up my exposed back and neck, around my hairline to my ear. I’d let out a giggle every time, hoping he knew how much I wanted to get him naked and taste every inch of him. I couldn’t think about anything else.

I [M] found out my (half) brother and sister-in-law [F] are swingers

So this just happened yesterday, and I have no one to tell, so hello internet: I had my half-brother, Rob (33m), and his wife, Alexis (27f) over for a little family lunch yesterday. They just had a baby 4 months ago, and I wanted to wait until I was fully vaccinated to see them, and after my two week post-shot time was up, here we are at today.

A little backstory: Rob and I had the same dad. Both our mothers passed away about a decade apart from each other in ’97 and ’06, and our dad passed in ’09 ago due to natural causes, and since then we’ve made it a point to keep in touch more often. We’re not super close, and we have conflicting personalities. He’s kind of a Frat-type douche bro who’s super self-absorbed, and I’ve always been the level-headed more down to earth one. When shit in his life goes wrong, since our dad died, he bitches to me, and being 6 years older than him, I tend to handle his shit for him. His wife knows this, and she sees me as the great mediator for all situations. Her and I have always had this kind of odd friendship because we’re really much alike, with the same sets of interests and such.