My Daughter's Friend at the Gym
Note: Originally posted on Medium under the MyErotica publication (now defunct).

One moment, I'm out of breath and on the brink of passing out at the gym just after five minutes on the treadmill. The next moment, I'm in the same state, only this time, it's in the bathroom with my daughter's best friend, Tasha, whose mind is blank and whose ass-cheeks I just came all over....

This is a real life experience and not a story. I was married young and after about 23 years and three kids we both had changed and not the same people we each married. I was 100% faithful the whole time so when we separated and divorced I went a little crazy so to speak.
There was about a four year period from separation to when I decided I needed to settle down again and I met my now wife....

The following stories takes place directly after the end of Agreeing to be shared, part one.
Cassidy was just shared with a friend of ours named Tony, aka Horse. Cassidy lives with is (Daniel and Debbie), and we consider her our wife. Horse is primarily Debbie's side action lover; we have an open relationship now....

I've known Amber for as long as I can remember. She was the daughter of one of my dad's old friends--the kind of family friendship born from cookouts, borrowed tools, and holiday cards signed with love from people you barely knew.  
We grew up side by side. Summers at the pool, birthday parties, awkward braces and all. I saw her when she was a gangly tomboy with grass-stained knees and I watched her become the kind of beautiful that made conversation hard. The kind that ruined every other girl for me wit...

I had taken off work early and decided I was going in for a massage and although I've had several I didn't call ahead. There were no females available, when I arrived. I was asked if a male would be ok. I have had male masseurs but i was expecting a female. "Not a problem"I said, and was escorted to a room. I got undressed and as usual just laid down on top of the sheets bare, not uncommon for me, as I laid there, I thought, maybe I should cover up, but decided hell he's seen a nude man before....

I couldn't believe my ears. I was drenched in cum, and drowning in sexual euphoria, my pulse racing as the orgasms I'd had ebbed away. Did I hear her right?
"You were perfect tonight honey, even better than I'd hoped." As she spoke, she scooped up a fingertip of cum from my cheek before wiping it on the inside of my lip, my reflex making me lick my lips....

AUTHOR'S NOTE :
This story is a complete work of fiction with certain aspects that might be considered quite fanciful or implausible. But there is a literary license that has served me well being an author of this genre and that is the freedom to create outlandish sets of circumstances that are entertaining enough to persuade the reader to suspend their disbelief and overlook incongruity for the sake of enjoyment....

I had to drive across the country for my job and after a few hours on the road, all I could think about was getting to Kansas City, Mo so I could get a hotel room and check out the local establishments. Long drives tend to give me a lot of time to think and I eventually get horny after a long day of enduring the vibrations of the road....

~~~~~ Day 6: Setting Boundaries ~~~~~
The next morning Ashley woke up with a smile on his face. After five days without a chance to rub one out, after five days of living in close quarters with his smoking hot mom, after watching live the hottest sex scene he'd ever witnessed and not being able to touch himself. After all of that he'd finally gotten his rocks off, and it had been with Ava milking his cock between her perfect tits. It was a storybook ending to their third date, and he couldn't wait to tur...

I opened my eyes. There was light in the bedroom so the time had to be at least 7AM, maybe later. I wasn't dreaming! Something was wrapped around the shaft of my cock, something warm, and was slowly moving up and down sending pleasant sensations directly in my sleeping brain. My eyes focused. An image slowly cleared and now I saw a pair of wonderful firm breasts right in front of me with their dark brown nipples just an inch away from my mouth. Mel. She was lying to her left side facing me. Our bodies were ...

"Again, Arrel!" Sari's powerful voice echoed through the stone walls of the training den, her eyes narrowing as she watched her prodigy fumble with the grip of his spear.
Arrel, sweat trickling down his neck, nodded. "I'm trying, Sari," he panted, his silver hair sticking to his forehead. The leather harness across his chest bobbed slightly with every movement showcasing his toned physique....

It's Saturday afternoon inside the swimming pool center just off the Army base. The next basic training recruits have just graduated. Their families have filled up the entire pool. Amanda (28 yrs.) is a brunette (36-24-36) with shoulder length hair tied in a short ponytail. She wears a black string bikini with the top cupping her round tits. The bottom tightly covers her buttocks and crotch area. Strings are tied on both sides of her hips. If the strings are pulled. The bottom will fall off....

Chapter One
The imposing building loomed up, dwarfing the surrounding trees, as the carriage pulled up sharply and sent Rachel sprawling forward.
"Really, Rachel, you need to act like a lady!" snapped her great-aunt, impeccably dressed as usual, as she tapped her walking stick on the floor to signal the driver to attend to her. The man, rain soaking his cloak, pulled down the steps and then held his arm out to aid both ladies as they made their way down onto solid ground and then into the sheltering c...

Trigger warning: this work of fiction contains themes of emotional manipulation and gaslighting. The relationship depicted here, while complex and formally 'consensual', is in fact abusive.
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Emily's hands were shaking as she clicked through her slides. Her presentation was tomorrow morning - 9:00 sharp - her first major lab talk, with three senior lecturers attending, plus her supervisor and a handful of PhD students who were known for asking the kind of questions that made undergrads cry. Topic: ...

Prologue -- "I Wasn't Born A Dominant"
I wasn't born a Dominant.
I became one the same way any woman becomes anything:
By watching.
By listening.
And by noticing what no one else thought was important.
I wasn't a brat. I wasn't a bully. I wasn't the loud girl who shoved people on the playground or made boys cry at recess....

Chapter 16
We slept late Sunday morning. Obviously, we were all exhausted from the activities on Saturday.
Sun light was streaming through the bedroom window when I felt a hand running up and down my stomach. I opened my eyes to see young Riley lying next to me. She was naked except for her latex hood and collar....

For a belt likewise now she


Must wear around her waist,


About her bare flesh laced,


And she must love whoever


Might undo it yet not sever


Its fastening, nor it destroy.

In the Lay of Guigemar written by Marie de France in the 12 th century, the hero, Guigemar gave his lover a belt that is now interpreted as one of the first references to a chastity belt. He allows that should any man remove it without cutting it while he is away, he will permit h...

Note from the author
I really hope you enjoy this story. While parts of it are things that have really happened, most of it is pure fiction and pure fantasy.
As such, and in response to a couple of comments, I'd like to make it clear that bits of it are less realistic than others, and also that our submissive hero is having the time of his life!...

This is probably not the next chapter many of you are hoping for, but I promise it's coming up. Thank you to everyone who's been following along and commenting.
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Interlude: Monique
The wrap party wasn't a huge affair. Part of that had to do with the budget; they didn't have a lot left over to splurge and really go crazy like some big-budget productions. But they still rented out a hotel ballroom and got a huge spread of food and an open bar....

All characters depicted in Neon Hunger are fictional and over the age of 18. This story is a work of imagination intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit content, psychological themes, and adult situations. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. The narrative explores complex dynamics and should not be interpreted as condoning or promoting harmful behavior. Reader discretion is advised....

Disclaimer and info:
The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.
The story is about the gradual descent of a man in the hands of a member of the mighty 'fair sex'.
If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you (not all in this chapter)....

The time flew by for Sara who got better and better at being the full-time live-in maid. She made mistakes, and got another spanking each time, but as she got closer to the six months, she really did wonder if she should take up the new highly paid job offered to her, or make the transition to being a full-time permanent maid. However, she still didn't know if her mistress wanted her to stay on, and, as the maid, couldn't ask....

Snow fell gently outside the window, increasing the wintry blanket already covering the frozen ground. Along with the roaring fireplace on the left of the room, it made the place feel almost cozy. Almost. Knowing he would likely be spending the next several months in this house, somewhat involuntarily, managed to seep away all of the fire's warmth....

Chapter 7

Matthew had enrolled in the Dual Degree Culinary Arts program at ICE, a two year-long intensive course covering the basics of professional cooking. The first year was devoted to culinary art, the second year taught restaurant and culinary management. He approached it with the reverence of a pilgrim who had finally reached a sacred destination....

Giving myself pleasure was the last thing on my mind today.
Ever since I got back from a short trip abroad in April -- which now feels like it happened years ago, even if the calendar disagrees -- all I've been thinking about is this strange emptiness. A quiet kind of weight that follows me through the day, pressing on my chest without ever fully announcing itself. Time passes. I go through the motions. I do the things that are expected, or at least the ones that make me look present. But underneath it a...

The Man..
The man is 6'3" and probably around 300 pounds. He's in his early 40s, with short brown hair flecked with grey at the temples. A short trimmed beard adorns his handsome rugged face. His green eyes are deep set under a strong brow. His jaw is defined and still soft. He is wearing a pair of brown slacks and a crisp white shirt with a leather jacket. Muscular with a big belly but he carries it well....

Part 2
A Day of Firsts Continues
This is the story's second part, which references the first part, so if you haven't already, you should read it first.
Please read the tags. This story contains a wife who does things she should not do with people she is not married to. If that or any other tagged elements are not your thing, please find something that suits you better....

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Full title: Bro, I'm Not Trying To Brainwash You With Tomboy Breeding Porn!
Your tsundere tomboy roommate has been trying to make you fetishize impregnating fit girls via a series of wackadoo schemes. You are not surprised when she picks poorly-veiled tomboy impregnation propaganda for movie night, but she might be surprised by what you plan to do about it......

Part 1
The satin blindfold slips off and settles neatly below me. I lift my head, searching for your eyes. You're standing before me, shoulders square, hands at your sides, staring at me. A stranger might interpret your gaze as cold, but I know better. I see a loving and proud man. You're wearing all black -- jeans, shirt, shoes, and belt. I marvel at how handsome you are. You are poised, confident, calm. You lift your chin, a signal, granting permission for me to take in our surroundings. I obey and my ...