Stories about reluctance in sex are featured here. Subjects which are considered a little risque like blackmail, coercion and hard seduction, belong in this section.
Typical reluctance erotica might involve a partner who is unwilling at first to take part in some form of sexual activity, however more often than not, there's a happy ending.
It was well past midnight, and I was lying in bed wide awake, thinking of everything that had happened a few nights ago with Mr. Kelly. Ever since our encounter, I had been extremely aroused. I knew it was wrong for so many reasons, but the way he treated...
My morning run is a sacred time for me. It is time to clear my head and relish solitude and tranquility. Living in a small town often feels like living under a microscope, where everyone knows everyone else's business. That is precisely why I cherish my r...
It was past midnight, and Aaron had parked in the back of a closed and very dark shopping mall. This routine had become the typical way all of our dates ended. Aaron would pull into a place like this, get me in the backseat, and make out with me for a few...
It was well past midnight, and I was lying in bed wide awake, thinking of everything that had happened a few nights ago with Mr. Kelly. Ever since our encounter, I had been extremely aroused. I knew it was wrong for so many reasons, but the way he treated...
Cindy: I knew I should have told him. I knew he wouldn't care. Now, I regret it. We returned to work on Monday. I went to my office, only to be told that Julie had moved to my old office. I made the walk down and found out they moved us on Friday. Now, I...
Doctor stopped torturing my poor, tingling nipples and put his arms around me. He pressed me back against his strong, masculine body and I squeaked as I felt his massive manhood prod my bottom through his pants and my skirt. Even restrained by several lay...
Nothing I had experienced prior could have prepared me for that day. It came as a total surprise, but looking back, I now see that I was asking for it. I was begging for it. Not consciously, but subconsciously I craved it. Somewhere deep down, in my prima...
It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces...
“No. Don’t stop.” He needed no further encouragement as he moved his hands to the curve of my waist and pushed my dress down to my hips, trailing tiny touches across my stomach like he was mapping out my body for his memory. His mouth continued its assaul...
Natalie is a girl that lives two floors down from us, and Lucy hates her. She's an actress, or at least she thinks she is, and we all watched the one movie she was in once. Some unbelievably bad zombie film, where she's the blonde, big-boobed girl that ge...
“Oh it’s you.” I step aside to let my sister’s boyfriend in. I have always hated this guy even before he started dating my sister. “Rose, Jax is here.” My sister is already running down the stairs as I call to her. I don’t bother sticking around for the s...
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Gerald said with a devilish smile on his face. “But I barely know anyone,” I replied, feeling my face blush. “Don’t be such a prude. It’s spring break. We are here to do crazy things,” Nelly said as Gerald nodded in agreement. “Bu...
I walked into the coffee shop and immediately locked eyes with Nick. I couldn’t stop the giddy smile from taking over my face, even though I worried that he would think I was a huge dork. We’d been texting back and forth for weeks, and I never actually ex...
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Once more, it was going to be a lonely weekend. I heard Xavier talking to a friend on the phone earlier that week, saying that he was going up to his family's mountain cabin for the weekend with a girl he'd met. I detested that about him. He was a player,...
It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple blazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared straight ahead as they waited for their usual i...
