Hi this is an attempt at writing straight sex non CNC based on a chat with a friend on here. Let me know what you think and where it could be better. Thanks Fi xxx The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty window of the small, cluttered room, casting a warm glow over the scattered dominoes and the worn, plastic table. The air had the scent of old books and the faint whiff of stale coffee that had been sitting for hours. In the corner, a cobweb danced in the lazy breeze, unnoticed by the three figures intently focused on their game. Rose, a girl with a slender frame and a penchant for pra… Read more

This is a rough story trying to write a erotica version of when I dressed up as supergirl for an ex. It was a weird request but she was so into it that i got into it and was probably my first taste of CNC. anyway please let me know what you think Fi x Rose sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched the glossy red fabric. "Please, Fi," she begged, holding up the superhero costume. "It'll be so much fun. You'll see." Fiona stared at the outfit, a mix of amusement and scepticism playing across her features. "A supergirl costume? You're kidding, right?" she… Read more

Fiona's heart thumped as the bell jingled, announcing her arrival at the unassuming store front. The sun was a blurred orb in the hazy afternoon sky, casting a warm glow on the pavement. She checked the address again, 423 Main Street, the neon "Adult Novelties" sign flickering above her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. It wasn't exactly her dream job, but it was a job. Her eyes scanned the dusty window display: a rainbow of vibrators, a mannequin modelling a leather corset, and a few novelty items that made her blush. A flyer in the corner caught her eye, "Looking for a unique summe… Read more

In the dimly lit corner of 'The Library', a popular student bar, the air had the scent of stale beer and the hum of lively chatter. Fiona and Amy sat huddled together, their laughter a bright beacon amidst the sound of clinking glasses and competing voices. Fiona's dark hair fell in soft waves over the shoulders of her blue dress, which clung to her slender frame like a second skin, while Amy's golden locks spilled over her blouse, her figure a study in soft curves that drew glances from across the room. The bar was a jigsaw puzzle of wooden panels and faded posters, with a sticky floor that… Read more

Mr. Simmons shuffled into the office, his eyes scanning the room nervously. The walls were a soothing shade of blue, but they couldn't ease the tension in his shoulders. He clutched his hat in his hands as he took in the sight of Dr. Sweet. She was young, much younger than he'd expected, with a gentle smile that barely touched the corners of her lips. Her scrubs were a baby blue, a stark contrast to the dark wooden furniture that filled the space. She looked up from her desk, her green eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she turned her gaze back to her notes. Dr. Sweet was dressed in a… Read more

Hi written based on a friend fantasy, let me know where i can improve it, and what should happen next. "Jennifer?" The nurse's voice cut through the muffled chatter of the waiting room, and a slender figure with brunette hair looked up from her phone. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, and followed the nurse down the sterile hallway. The click-clack of their footsteps echoed against the tiles, punctuating the silence that had descended upon them. The examination room was cold, the walls painted in an impersonal shade of mint. A s… Read more

Hi this tale was inspired by og_tenforward of fetlife, i have such a crush on her. anyway hope you enjoy it. xxxx "Jennifer," her husband Mark said with a smirk, "I've got a surprise for you." Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she turned to him, her blond hair cascading over the pillow. "What is it, baby?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep. "You'll find out in the morning," he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading to the balcony of their hotel room. The warm tropical sun was already peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the ocean. The nex… Read more

This period erotica was written based on a fantasy of friend from fetlife, we do hope you enjoy it. Oh and yeah the name is just a bit of fun... hope you like this story xx "Jamie," I said, glancing over the dinner table at him, "the new girl, Sophie, she's quite lovely, isn't she?" Jamie looked up from his stew, his eyes flickering with something other than hunger. "Yes," he murmured, "quite lovely indeed." The candlelight danced shadows across his face as he took a sip of wine. "Her work is impeccable. She's a quick learner," he added, his gaze lingering on my own. A small smile curled m… Read more

Based on a friend's fantasy Sarah leaned against the cold metal of the bus stop, her breath misting the air with each exasperated sigh. The neon lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows across her pale, gothic makeup. Her jet-black hair was a stark contrast to her alabaster skin, and her dark, piercing eyes scanned the empty street with impatience. She had been waiting for the number 23 for what felt like an eternity, the frigid wind cutting through her torn fishnet stockings and short black skirt. The chilly evening had been warmed by the heat of her girlfriend's apartment, but now t… Read more

The fluorescent lights of the hotel lobby cast a harsh glow on her face, highlighting the exhaustion etched into her features. Jenna had been working the graveyard shift for the past month, her eyes often glazing over as she checked guests in and out. The monotony was broken only by the occasional rush of a group or the rare oddball traveler with a story too wild to be true. Most nights, she found solace in her fantasies, a secret garden of desires she tended to during her breaks. Her thoughts often drifted to the taboo, to the dark corners of the internet where she could be someone else entir… Read more

In a small, dusty corner of a second-hand bookstore, a young woman's eyes skimmed over the spines of the forgotten tomes. Her name was Lila, an art student with a vision that burned brighter than the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The smell of old pages and a hint of mildew filled the air, a familiar scent that brought comfort to her creative soul. As her fingers danced across the books, she stumbled upon an aged photograph in a battered magazine. It was of a woman, her beauty captured in a moment of time, frozen but not forgotten. Lila felt an inexplicable pull towards the image, the wo… Read more

This is a work of fiction The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the living room window, illuminating a dusty dance of particles in the stillness of the air. Tessa, a curious and spirited girl, had just come home from school, her mind buzzing with the day's gossip and algebra homework. Unbeknownst to her, the quiet house would soon host an unexpected encounter that would alter the fabric of her youth. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she made her way to the kitchen, calling out for her mother, expecting the usual pattern of kitchen sounds. Silence greeted her instead. Peering int… Read more

The neon lights of the club flickered and danced, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows across the writhing bodies of the dancers. Amidst the throng, a solitary figure stood out: a girl with hair so dark it was almost blue, with a solitary streak of pink that shone like a beacon in the night. Her name was Charlotte, and she had a look in her eye that told you she was hunting. She wasn't alone in her quest; Rachel, her girlfriend, moved through the crowd with the same predatory grace, a stark contrast in her short-haired, punky style. Charlotte's eyes locked onto her prey: a girl with legs that we… Read more

Based on a friend story. I am writing a lesbian threesome story but as its more fun to write its taking longer John lounged on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV, as the laugh track of a sitcom echoed through the living room. Sarah and Helen, cousins as close as sisters, sat cross-legged on the floor, their eyes occasionally drifting to the screen before returning to their own conversation. The air had the scent of fresh popcorn and the faint sound of a lawnmower from outside. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" John asked, shifting his gaze from the TV to the girls. Sarah looked up, a mis… Read more

"Come on, Sarah, you've got this," Emily said, her voice a comforting murmur through the phone. Sarah took a deep breath, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. It was already 7 AM and the sun was peeking through the blinds. The day of the big presentation she had been dreading for weeks had arrived. "Just remember, what I told you, going commando will give you a confidence boost, trust me" Emily continued, a hint of mischief in her tone. "It'll be our little secret." Sarah hung up the phone, her heart racing. She had always been a bit of a geek, more comfortable with test tubes than cro… Read more

In the heart of the bustling city, Tessa Hartwell was known as a force to be reckoned with. Her sharp intellect and unyielding spirit had earned her a reputation that resonated through the gleaming corridors of Hartwell, Castellanos, and Reed - the most prestigious law firm in town. At just 28, she had already carved out a niche for herself, handling high-profile cases with the finesse of a seasoned professional. Her office was a testament to her success, adorned with awards and framed diplomas that cast a soft glow under the ambient lighting. Tessa's personal life was equally notable. As a pr… Read more

"Pete, this is so embarrassing," Fiona giggled, her eyes wide with mischief. "You can't just leave me with your wife all night like this." "Trust me, she's a riot once she loosens up." Pete winked at her as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. "Just keep her out of trouble, and I'll owe you one." Fiona rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll try my best, but no promises." The charity ball was in full swing, a glittering sea of tuxedos and evening gowns that filled the grand hotel ballroom. Fiona looked stunning in her simple black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Mary, on the ot… Read more

Fiona was a no-nonsense kind of woman, her hair always tied back in a neat ponytail and her business suit impeccably pressed. She had been sent to this tiny, forgotten town for a work project that had already lasted three weeks and would likely extend another week. The hotel she was staying in was as bland as the town itself, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that felt like it was made of concrete. Her work was going well, but her personal life was suffering. Being a lesbian in a place with no gay bar was like being a fish out of water, desperately gasping for air. The need for intimacy grew w… Read more

Fiona pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped into the dimly lit pub, the smell of stale beer and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of fried food. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face, a reprieve from the dreary solitude that had become her constant companion over the past six months. Since the break-up, she had burried her self in work, tonight she needed some fun. She approached the bar and took a seat on the sticky vinyl stool. The burly bartender eyed her curiously before asking, "What can I get ya, love?" His gruffness was a stark contrast to the tender care… Read more

"I'm not going to wear any underwear today," Linda whispered to her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the edges of the sink. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool porcelain against her palms. Her eyes searched the room for any signs of doubt, but all she saw was the neatly pressed mid-thigh business dress hanging on the back of the door. "It's just a dress, just a piece of clothing," she murmured to herself, trying to calm the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach. "A dress that says 'I'm professional, I'm in charge, and I'm not wearing panties.'" With a wry smi… Read more