Author: Blackheart1994

Georgie in Ibiza [MF] [Fantasy] [Adventure]

**Her name was Georgie.** She was petite, brunette, funny, and cute. And she had always been a part of Eric’s dreams. She had been since the day Eric had met her long ago. He’d been at a hotel resort then. He was eighteen and at his prime of teenage hood. She, being eighteen as well, had been with her girlfriends lying by the pool, basking in the glorious sun.

That day, Eric was working his normal shift. He had started his summer job at the hotel weeks before and was still new to the rules. So, without thinking he confidently approached the trio. He remembered blushing at the sight of Georgie’s smile as she saw him approach in his pool-boy uniform. Eric hadn’t been able to speak properly at first and remembered jumbling his words before taking a deep breath and asking, “Is there anything I could get for you, ladies?”

They giggled and smiled and asked him to go get them drinks which he did. But as he left, he heard a voice call after him. “Hey, pool-boy; what’s your name?” Turning, he realized it had been the brunette girl he couldn’t stop thinking about.

“My name?” Read more »

Lady Wood – Birthday Sex Adventure [FMMMM] [Public] [Group Sex]

This is a story about a friend I used to have. That kind of friend that drives around with a pocket vibrator on while doing errands.

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For as long as she could remember, life had been mediocre. It was plain, unexcitable, unadventurous, and quite frankly, “simple To-a-T,” as a friend of hers had put it. Excitement and adventure were foreign concepts to her – they had been absent from her rather unextraordinary life, and everything she did left her feeling unfulfilled. There was something missing. She felt as if she was missing out on something spectacular. She felt as if she was missing out on something that everyone but her knew about. She felt like a toy, broken, and discarded – or worse, disassembled and used for parts. Ultimately, she didn’t feel, ‘whole.’

It dawned on her one day, that, for her to truly live her life the way she wanted, she would need to find a new way to accentuate and amplify her already boring day-to-day schedule. She knew that she needed to find something exciting to do. She wanted to feel important. She wanted to feel involved. She needed something to occupy her lifeless mind, that did not include binge watching Netflix shows or staring aimlessly at her Facebook dashboard. She needed to do something that would make others go, “Wow!” But, at the same time, she was aware that she didn’t have the slightest idea of what that was or where to find such a thing. Read more »

[MF] [Str8] My First [Public] Play Experience

I attended a music school once. Classes were held privately on Saturdays where I studied Jazz Performance. I was a singer with plenty of anxiety for two. I had this fear of being laughed at and my parents thought that it would be a good idea to go to this school to get rid of that fear.

The school was good. The teachers were exceptional musicians, and they were apt at teaching. As I continued to attend this school, my performance skills improved, and my nervousness slowly disappeared. And, in turn, I also learned a lot about jazz, blues, and swing music.

Even though I liked studying there, there was something that I liked paying attention to more: the classical music department. Each weekend as the students from the jazz department went to their classrooms, another group of students entered a series of classrooms on the other side of the building.

A friend of mine from school was in that group. Alex. We had been friends for about a year, and we attended the same school. We were in the same graduating class. But it wasn’t her that I was fixated on. There was another girl: Elizabeth or “Liz.” Read more »

[MF] First Public Experience at a Music School

This is my first erotic fiction post and is based on something I did when I was younger and studying music. This was the first time I ever did anything public. Hopefully everyone enjoys reading this!

I attended a music school once. Classes were held privately on Saturdays where I studied Jazz Performance. I was a singer with plenty of anxiety for two. I had this fear of being laughed at and my parents thought that it would be a good idea to go to this school to get rid of that fear.

The school was good. The teachers were exceptional musicians, and they were apt at teaching. As I continued to attend this school, my performance skills improved, and my nervousness slowly disappeared. And, in turn, I also learned a lot about jazz, blues, and swing music.

Even though I liked studying there, there was something that I liked paying attention to more: the classical music department. Each weekend as the students from the jazz department went to their classrooms, another group of students entered a series of classrooms on the other side of the building. Read more »