NSFW. Fanfic: 50 Shades of Celibacy. [M] [F] [parody] [voyeurism] [cuckoldry]

*Anastasia Steele, tiring of constant submission after five years with Christian Grey, finds herself lured into erotic conversations with another man: the shy and virginal tech support guy.*

## Content warning for the prologue:

**NSFW. This excerpt contains coarse language; graphic descriptions of male anatomy, sexual violence and physical punishment; and misogynistic viewpoints. In case these warnings aren’t sufficient to indicate the nature of this tale, it is best categorized as erotica, however warped and comedic, so bear that in mind.**

# PROLOGUE

“COPE!” He shouted, glaring at me across the desk. “You don’t understand – this isn’t fun for me. I don’t enjoy this like you think I do. This is all just one giant fucking *cope.* If I can’t ever have a woman, at least I can watch Chad fuck you.”

“Then why do you do this, if it’s not really what you want?” I asked the man, who was glaring at me furiously, his chest heaving with the effort these words had required from him. He pinched his lips together, and drew his brows towards each other in hostility.

Encounter: introducing friends [Mf/Mf] [group]

We had a wonderful playdate this past weekend that is definitely worth sharing. However, it was a bit different than our normal encounters.

Almost two years ago we met a couple with whom we began a friendship, Erin and Kevin (names changed to protect the innocent). The night we met the two of them lied next to us and played while we did the same. Since then they have explored voyeurism and exhibitionism, but hadn’t yet taken the plunge to swapping with others.

Our date this past weekend wasn’t about degradation and humiliation. It wasn’t about pain play or submission. No, it was the culmination of two years of desire coupled with introducing our friends to the pleasures of the group play in a safe and open way.

We met up at a winebar and relaxed while discussing the difficulty of finding compatible couples and the insipid antics and “ghosting” of so many in the lifestyle. After laughing, imbibing, and relaxing in this manner, we made our way back to their place.

Priestess – The Hotel [MFM] [voyeurism] [polyamory]

*Here’s another sneak peek at *Priestess*, the conclusion of [The Visitor’s Wedding](http://stillpointeros.com/product-tag/visitors-wedding/)!*

*[The opening section is here.](https://kdwestwrites.wordpress.com/2017/11/04/preview-priestess-pt-i-mf-polyamory/)*

*This bit takes place after the wedding, during which, at her husband’s urging, Danielle told Tony the Trooper, “My husband’s fantasy is to watch me make love to another man. It’s not a fantasy we’ve ever been able to live out, but we’d both like that man to be you.” So here they’re on the way to make Robby’s fantasy a reality.*

*And I need your help finishing the story — so there’s a poll at the very end — I’ll link to it in the comments. Please let me know what direction you think I should take with this threesome.*

***Adult readers only!***

**The Priestess, Pt. II: The Hotel**

As they walked the two blocks to the hotel, Robby lent Danielle his jacket. Peering at Tony, he said, “Your car okay?”

“Sure,” Tony said with a smile. “It’s locked up back where the wedding was. Who’d steal a cop car parked in front of a firehouse?”

“Good point.”

Danielle held out her elbows and the two men slipped their arms through.

Zero, One, Two, Three [MFF] [exh] [voy] [mast]

She let him into their lives. Well, technically, she only let him into her life. She didn’t tell her wife about him. Not yet at least. For the time being he was her little secret and she wanted to see where this pen pal thing was going. She was an erotica writer and he was an erotica writer too. But what she wrote and what he wrote were two very different things. She liked writing about men screwing women, one-on-one, two-on-one, the more the merrier. He liked writing about sex for one, self-pleasure, masturbation, especially mutual masturbation. They both liked writing about their sexual fantasy land where anything could happen and anything did happen, all day long.

That’s before he started the 0, 1, 2, 3 game with her. He got a gig writing for a reality TV show and he needed a muse, someone to play his unusual sex game. He explained the set-up ever so carefully. “It’s sorta like truth or dare” he said, “kinda like Big Brother for adults only. I say a topic and you pick a number, between zero and 3”. “Why does it start at zero”, she said. “Well, that’s because zero means nada, nothing, you’re not going to talk about that. Zero means off limits, sort of like using the bathroom. Nobody wants to hear you piss and fart and shit, so that’s off limits topic for our reality TV show. Hell, you’ve got to have some privacy sometimes, so when you go relieve yourself, we won’t talk about that, OK? Well assuming you say zero.”

Thrice Daily [F] [mast] [exh] [Mdom] [voy]

Most men would kill for a woman like her. What man in his right mind wouldn’t want a woman who loved to screw 3 or 4 times a day. She had been doing it for years. She liked the orgasm. She liked the dopamine rush. The oxytocin. Hell. She liked it all. She was unbelievable. She liked it so much she developed it into a routine, just like clockwork. Once when she woke up in the morning. Once in the office right before her commute home and once before going bed. She would go to the bathroom after the majority of the people left the office and play with herself until she would cum.

Sometimes she couldn’t hold back the oohs and the aahs. One day there was a guy standing outside the door of the ladies room with his ear to the door. She knew what he was listening for but she didn’t care. It was none of his business anyway. She was in her own little world and she didn’t care. What goes on in the ladies room stays in the ladies room. Right!

the bohemian girl and her chinese roommate [m] [f] [f] [voy] [mast] [oral] [affair]

Krisha and I met at a dinner party. She was one of those bohemian looking chicks. I thought she’d shown up wearing pajamas, but it turned out it was a new trendy harem style pant. Whatever.

She was a free spirit. She had long brown hair and one of those bar earrings. I was with my girlfriend, Amy, who was the exact opposite of Krisha, so naturally, I was attracted to her.

I went over to say hello.

“I like your look,” I said. “I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but I like it.”

She laughed and we started talking.

“Thanks, man,” she said, extending her hand. I took her hand in mine and noticed she had all sorts of interesting tattoos.

“You’re different,” I said, smiling. “It’s reassuring, here, where basically everyone is the same. Dyed blonde hair. Kate Spade purse, Acura in the driveway.”

“I feel you,” she said with a smirk. “It’s been an adjustment for me. I came from Colorado for work and sometimes I feel like I stand out too much.”

“Nah, fuck ’em,” I said with a wink.

Pajama Party Wife Swap [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]

My husband Max and I, dressed in our pajamas, headed to the pajama party down in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults.

Emmy’s Iron Maiden Glory Hole [Msub, Fdom, anal, exh, huml, swing, voy]

This is a continuation on from the ‘A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties’ and ‘Emmy’s games’ stories.

Previous stories:

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties sexystories/comments/26myqy/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_msub_fdom_anal/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 sexystories/comments/26qic1/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_2_msub_fdom/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3 sexystories/comments/26tgta/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_3_msub_fdom/

Emmy’s Games Part 1 sexystories/comments/276k8w/emmys_games_part_1_msub_fdom_anal_mast/

Emmy’s Games Part 2 sexystories/comments/27c2q7/emmys_games_part_2_msub_fdom_anal_exh_huml_swing/

The Boy, The Girl, and the Vampire [voy][Ff] Happy Halloween!

Brittany left willingly from the bar where I met her as all the girls do. At twenty three years old, I’ve got those bad boy good looks in black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. The ladies like my strong shouldered rangy body and what they’ve described as ‘soulful brown eyes’. An easy smile in my scruffy face with a height of six foot, my genuine love of women, charm and the money I splash out makes me oh so attractive. So she came with me. Willingly. Brittany is a cute little thing; a former gymnast who grew too tall with tits and slate green eyes. She was now trying to make it as a model here in Manhattan. Blonde with the face of a spoiled pixie, she did turn heads as we walked the dark streets back to my place. She may’ve really had a chance of being a top model.

We walked a short distance down the busy streets back to the brownstone on a dark side street. Under the weak glow of a street lamp, we walked up the steps to the door which I unlocked, and we entered the quiet foyer. I turned on the light to reveal the dove grey walls and white and black checkered floor. It was neat and clean with fresh flowers in a vase on a side table.

Was that an oppurtunity? [MMMF] [Exh] [Voy]

She was walking around eyeing all females on this floor. It had come as a realization during the day that she was in the right moment for adventure. Every warm female she met that day became a potential playmate. Too jumpy. Too strict style. Negative attitude. Its easy to find faults. Especially when theres no hurry…

He had been bored all week but had yet to do something about it. He thought about a blowjob somewhere nice. A little stroll in the park perhaps. Such a feeling. Just sitting on a bench getting slowly jacked out in the open. Noone can tell from a distance. Unless they had binoculars. That would be pretty hot… Anyway. As they both meet up after work and school she starts confessing about her thoughts today.

Its like i know im the spot to make a choice. Its just slow. The day is slow. You know? I gotta make an action or something to get it rolling again. “-just dont overthink it lol”. Ha ha.. she says. I dont usually have that problem. Alright ill spill it out. All day ive been very attracted to women around me. Ive been imagining them as sexual partners. So far so good. But i feel now its serious. I know what i want but i feel like i cant ask for it. Do u get what i mean?