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Seminar sex by Baumwoll
This is a story about a guy doing a Voluntary Year of Social Service, which is accompanied by going to seminars with others. Put ~30 guys and girls (around 20 years old) in the same house for a week and things are bound to get interesting. Learning the whole day can get boring, so you have to find excitement in some way. This is my first story, so be gentle please ;) Tell me if you find a mistake or if I can improve on something!
- 251 Likes
- 211,286 Views
- 14 Chapters Deep
- English
- Amateur
- 1st Person, Male
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I want to make you happy by obedient_princess
I always find myself texting to some guys who don't understand what I want. Sure, they are nice and all but that's not exactly what I am looking for. I need somebody who let's me pleasure him.
- 59 Likes
- 8,899 Views
- 7 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fetish
- 1st Person, Female
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Misogyny Heaven by Throatfuck Addict
In an unexpected place, you find Misogyny Heaven. It's a true sex paradise for you, where you will fuck your way through dozens of submissive, gender-traitor women.
- 1,038 Likes
- 145,856 Views
- 11 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 1st Person, Male
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Tangled in a Trance by joseph4668
Synopsis: Tangled in a Trance I’m a fierce, blonde-haired journalist in a bustling city, hell-bent on exposing hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: a renowned hypnotherapist whose charm and success irk me to no end. I pursue him relentlessly, my pen poised to ruin his career with a scathing exposé. After a heated back-and-forth, he throws down a challenge: one session. If he fails to hypnotize me, I can humiliate him publicly, ending his practice. But if he succeeds, my subconscious will obey his commands, proving his craft’s legitimacy and serving as free marketing. I accept, smirking, certain I’ll crush him. The session begins, and I’m smug, convinced my willpower is ironclad. But as his voice weaves its spell, my confidence wavers. He plants triggers: every text I receive prompts me to unbutton or remove one piece of clothing, and every phone call forces me to strip completely naked for minutes, wherever I am. He lets me leave, thinking I’ve won, my article half-written to destroy him. The hypnotherapist toys with me, sending strategically timed texts and calls that catch me in public, just out of sight. I’m determined to expose him, but each trigger proves he’s already won. My article falters as I struggle to manage my unraveling dignity. The thrill of the close calls mix with sheer embarrassment, my face burning as I plot my escape. Back at the news station, my friends sense something’s off. They prod, playfully sending texts to test me, unaware they’re triggering my exposure. A blouse opens on set, just off-camera; I laugh it off, but my voice quakes. I can’t explain why I need them to stop without risking their exploitation of me for ratings. They uncover the truth—my deal with the hypnotherapist—and turn it into a front-page story. Gleefully, they reveal my triggers: texts and calls. For maximum suspense, they leak my phone number one digit per day on air, inviting the public to “test” hypnotherapy’s power. Each broadcast drives me wild with dread, my phone a ticking bomb. Strangers begin texting, each ping stripping away another layer, forcing me into alleys or bathrooms to obey. I beg friends to stop contacting me, but can’t reveal why, knowing they’ll weaponize it against me. The hypnotherapist revels in my unraveling, his playful taunts stoking the indecent thrill of each near-exposure. Tension builds as I navigate close calls—unbuttoning at work , stripping during catholic church service while everyone's eyes are closed in prayer. My cheeks stay flushed, my body quivers at the thought of the next trigger. I scramble to anticipate texts and calls, but the randomness keeps me off-balance. The power play between us crackles: my drive to humiliate him clashes with his slow, deliberate exposure of me. My friends’ playful betrayal at the station, chasing ratings, heightens my desperation. As the final digit of my number airs, the city’s texts flood in, and I face the ultimate test of managing my spontaneous indecency, humiliated yet electrified by the hypnotherapist’s victory and my own total, public & undeniable surrender broadcasted for all the world to see in broad daylight.
- 24 Likes
- 4,716 Views
- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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WaskoTrnew the Everlasting by Drax-2222
Born over 10,000 years past, it is living in the early 2000's as a high school student and is polysexual. It has lived as a child: taken in from a orphanage and was treated like dirt. After escaping from that and sleeping for a few millennia, it awoke and began living as a young adult with many lovers of both sexes. Soon all the wine and fine dining began to bore him and it couldn't find anyone worth its time so it went back to sleep. It awoke during Plato's time and lived as a old philosopher and debated with the greats. Those times kept it occupied but as with it previous iterations it became bored and traveled the world as a middle age woman to see the world from eyes anew. This kept them busy with various orgies and flings until that became tiresome and they retired for slumber once more. Over the years it collected vast amounts of treasures and built a order that protected it while it would hibernate. This order simply knowing as Order of the RED guarded its secrets and protected it with their very lives. The racial profile of the order was vast and it made sure there was a equal number of each race in the ranks to ensure mixing and community. Each member was subjected to the most brutal means of selection and once passed was given a piece of Wasko's essence to bind them to his will. They could not betray it nor be controlled by a outside party. Generations were born into the order through inbreeding to ensure complete devotion and loyalty. There was no restrictions on sexual identity or orientation. It was born with the choice of being a orientation and it believed that everyone should love who they want and how they want. Every generation four were selected depending on their sire's proclivities for that generation to serve as its personal concubines. They were castrated and only existed to serve their master. They would begin at the age of 14 and continue service until their 40's where they would be allowed to retire and become one with their sire's lifeforce. Wasko offered this after sometime due to the love and devotion th order poured into it and only thought it was fair they get something in return. Devotion wasn't without its rewards though. As times change the nature of the order changed: During the dark ages the order operated akin to a military unit with front line soldiers all the way to the Heavenly General Commander and his/her spiritual opposite the Heavenly Priest. These individuals were chosen by their Sovereign from a vision he received upon their birth. Each child born into the Order was branded with the Marking of the Everlasting Fire-King's family brand: Crossed swords with fire rising in the background. This branding was done on their heart the moment of conception as the individuals in the Order were augmented by their Sovereign's radiating power and among other things were extremely fertile during specific periods of time that consigned with Shaiyth's own heat/mating time. The RED lived for their master, loved their master and would die for their master and Wasko never took this for granted. It protected the people because they were apart of it and have wiped entire civilizations off the face of the earth for so much as harming one head on one of its children's heads.
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- 7 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 3rd Person, Both
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A wife becomes a camgirl to make ends meet. by VixxTheLover
Ethan and Nat are a married couple, mostly happily married, but have gone through some hard times when Ethan loses his job. Times got tough and the couple had problems, such as accusations of cheating, and troubles with Ethan’s self worth. So when Nat’s friend showed her a side business she is in, where she makes good money online with sexual content, Nat finally agreed. They needed the money, her husband would have to understand, when or if he found out. Nat used a little money she had on the side, along with some borrowed equipment and started streaming. Getting a membership with the adult streaming service her friend was on, and she got to work. She hoped her husband didn’t find her videos, she would at least wear a mask for them, although she was told that masks tended to lower buy rates. Paying customers got off on the risk someone was taking, that someone else’s wife or girlfriend was performing sexual acts or stripteases online. Nat would have to deal with that choice at some point.
- 52 Likes
- 6,035 Views
- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Cheating Spouses
- 3rd Person, Both
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Monster Girl Sponsor by Jpyric
A portal between our world and a fantasy realm has opened, allowing monster girls to enter our reality. To help integrate the two worlds, a service has been offered. Will you accept a monster girl into your life, or do you want to travel to a whole new world?
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- 3,548,793 Views
- 404 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 2nd Person, Male
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JerkGently's Furry Box of Odds and Ends by JerkGently
Just a place for me to daintily exhibit what erotic titbits I couldn't fit into any of my grander tales. Short stories, poems, art in any form. Bits and pieces, people and places that just don't seem to fit anywhere else.
- 124 Likes
- 14,685 Views
- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Miscellaneous
- 3rd Person, Both
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Monkey Paw Interactive™ by D0Wh4tever
No one wish can be granted freely. However, this easy-to-use phone app, Monkey Paw Interactive™, has made wish-granting possible with a clever workaround, allowing its users to fulfill each other's desires, by adding their own clever, creative, and exciting twists!
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- 43,172 Views
- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fetish
- 1st Person, Both
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The Adventures of Brian, the Confused Mail Clerk by Semeny Licket
The Adventures of Brian was an interactive story in the earlier days of the Internet where readers entered their own chapters and branching choices. Brian was a mail clerk prone to confusion due in majority to the unpredictable events and characterization that would transpire from writer to writer. That was as far back as 2004, thanks to Mark Bridgeman, Valerie Mates, and Michael Gow, and countless collaborative authors. Now it's 17 years later, but for Brian, it feels like it's been longer. Aged by his older travails, now he runs the risk of history repeating itself, at least in a metaphorical sense. How will our puzzled postal professional deal with new trials and tribulations in the world in its current state?
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- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Humor & Satire
- 3rd Person, Both