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Erotic fiction: Demon Bride, Part 2
“Do it again.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, the evidence a wisp of condensation from between her lips. “It was perfect. I want you to do it again.”
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Erotic flash fiction: Cum On My Face, Part 3
My body and brain warred; I knew I shouldn’t be submitting to him. I shouldn’t be giving in to his demands. But as I stretched myself over the center console, I couldn’t help but revel in my helplessness. Part of me definitely wanted this. Definitely wanted to submit, to luxuriate in my feeling of choicelessness.
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Erotic fiction: Demon Bride, Part 1
Everything changed the second time she walked through the door to my hotel room. That night, she gave me my name.
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Erotic short fiction: Car Wash Slut
As he stopped at the light in the middle of town, his hands wandered between her open legs and gently rubbed at her denied, dripping slit. It had been one of the first rules he had made for her — when they were driving, her legs were always open and her cunt was always ready…
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Erotic Short Fiction: The Spanking Date, Part 1
A chance encounter leads to a very sore ass.
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Short Erotic Fiction: The Best Ideas, Chapter 2
The first chapter of this story can be found here. Monday morning was agonizing. Not only because I expected to see Brian behind every corner of the office, smirking and ready to turn me in to our boss for our little weekend escapade, but also because of the delicate purple bruises on my ass.
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Erotic Fiction: It’s Okay to Want It
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I tried to telegraph the disdain I felt toward him. “Then why am I tied to this chair?” The fact that I was also nude, made his assertion sound even more implausible. He smiled, and it was a kind smile. But he…
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Short Erotic Fiction: The Best Ideas
Moms do weird things. Like eat that Snickers bar in the bathroom, so you don’t have to share it. You do what you need to do. Everyone has needs. I just happen to need a spanking.
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Erotic short fiction: Taking Out His Frustrations
He has a bad day, and she pays the price.
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Maybe Not Erotica: The Problem with Nice Guys
The moaning coming from her bedroom got louder and louder. Every couple of minutes, there was the sound of a slap and she cried out. He quietly seethed on the other side of the wall they shared. It was an old house — couldn’t she have the decency keep it down?
