Author: down2biznus

Sweet Jane: Public teasing turns me on (FF)

Part 2 of my encounter with a new travelling friend. Part one can be [read here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nh7wmo/sweet_jane_american_girl_explores_britain_and_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Enjoy!

“Shhkkkkk, shhkkkk, shhkkkk.”

My camera’s screen lights up with her portrait. The whites of her big brown eyes complimented by her tight white camisole. The fading blues of her denim jacket provides a beautiful contrast against a soft pink bokeh of cherry blossoms in the background.

“I don’t think I can take a bad photo of you!” I say as she blushes. The golden setting sun highlights her skin in a way that makes my head spin. A bead of water falls off her sweating mug of London mule and my mind snaps back to focus. I can’t stop thinking about the taste of her. The smell of her sex still drifts through me as a constant reminder of our intimacy only an hour ago.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.” I reply and she blushes. Our secluded terrace corner begins to shadow as the sun sets on our first evening together. It’s an unseasonably warm night for Britain and without a breeze we rely on our cool drinks to steady our temperatures. She looks around and slides deeper into her corner seat, “can I give you more to think about?” She asks mysteriously. Read more »

Sweet Jane: American girl explores Britain and her sexuality (part 1) (FF)

While I usually write my experiences this is my first attempt at non-fiction, although I wish it were true. Special thanks to my new friend Jane for giving me ample inspiration. ?

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“What exactly is a bap?” I hear a familiar accent amongst the usual crowd of britons as I wait in line at the café. A soft spoken girl shyly listens to the server explain a simple sandwich and hurriedly makes her order before shuffling off to the pickup window.

“It took me a while to pickup the slang, don’t sweat it.” I offer as I catch up with her in line. I’ve been living in the UK for a year now and am now finding my own Canadian accent foreign. Hearing this young woman has caused a pang of unexpected homesickness. She smiles at me, “oh my gosh thank you,” she sighs back in relief, “I’m finding myself more lost than I thought I would be in an English speaking country.” We both giggle at the truth behind that.

“So where are you from?” I inquire to pass time while we wait for our orders. Read more »

(Part 3) The night I used my sleeping husband: the finish [MF]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n4s5j8/part_1_the_night_i_used_my_sleeping_husband_how/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n5huh5/part_2_the_night_i_used_my_sleeping_husband_first/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Final part of this trilogy. I’ve written this from my husbands perspective for a change so I hope it reads well! Also included a little gif of myself in the outfit mentioned so you get a better visual ? enjoy!

I feel her wake up.

I flutter my eyes open but I see only darkness. What time is it? I don’t remember an alarm going off and in my confusion I try to get up.

I’m stopped.

A gentle pull on my wrists makes me realized I’m restrained. A blindfold covers my eyes and from what I can guess our leather cuffs keep my arms tied loosely to the corners of the bed. “Ummm hello?” I question the darkness, unsure of my surroundings. A cool breeze rolls over my toes and up to my cock.

I’m naked.

And hard? What’s going on? What is she up to and was I unconscious? Why did I just wake up.

Then there’s light.

Her fingers lift the blindfold and the room starts to come into focus, faintly illuminated by the en-suite light. Read more »

(Part 2) The night I used my sleeping husband: first contact [FM]

[Link to part one here. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n4s5j8/part_1_the_night_i_used_my_sleeping_husband_how/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Enjoy ?

I turn onto my side to see if you’re awake. Basking in the afterglow of my orgasm I subtly trace my finger around your chest, my movements in sync with the rhythm of your breath. You stir. I stop. A tense moment lingers but I continue, unconcerned with you waking. My nails lightly moving down your stomach, across your hip and over your thigh.

Silence.

I have you to myself. Occupied by the dream unfolding in your sleep I can use you without drawing you to consciousness. I slide down the bed positioning myself in line with my part of interest as my hand reaches for the base of your cock. A sly smile dawns on my face and I need to bite my lip to contain my excitement.

How did I get so lucky?

I lay and admire your erection. Hard yet gentle, your soft skin gives way to your throbbing head. Small veins ripple down the underside of your shaft and I trace them with my fingers like a 16th century cartographer charting a way to the promised land. My hand wraps gently around you as my thumb caresses the frenulum, something that would cause you to squirm but in this moment I can enjoy your complete calm in your comatose state. Read more »

[FM] I play with myself and husband while he sleeps (part 1)

This story inspired by a sleepless night this weekend. It is exhilarating to recount and I hope you enjoy. But while reading please keep in mind my husband and I have a very special relationship and have discussed at length the scenario that played out for me this weekend and remember that consent is ALWAYS needed and only a clear yes means yes. This is will be a multi part story if it’s well received. If you need/want to know what we look like there’s plenty on my profile.

Enjoy ?

My vision snaps into focus. Why is my heart racing? The faint glow of the clock shows 2:30am. Jolted awake by a dream I can’t remember, I’m stuck under the heavy blanket a sweaty mess with adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Did I wake you?

Your feint snore clues me to your deep sleep. After a long day in the sun and the bottles of wine with dinner I should be sound asleep as well. Instead I am next to you debating whether to nestle into you to calm down but I’m worried that will wake you too. Read more »

Touching myself on the beach and enjoying anal for breakfast [fm]

I’ve been on holiday at my families cabin for the last 8 days with my younger sister and her friend. We’re on a quaint lake in eastern Quebec, Canada and over the last few years have modernized the waterfront property into our perfect vacation house. With this came a semi private beach next to the large public water access point.

Being the only 30 year old in the house I tend to wake up before anyone and use this to grab my towel and sun lotion and head out to tan. Over the last few days I’ve made a habit of only putting on my bikini bottoms and [lay topless](https://www.reddit.com/r/VacationsGW/comments/i9znkp/why_didnt_anyone_approach_me_on_the_beach_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)for any passers by to see. As I lay there and wait for the beach to become busy the thought of being watched turns me on so much. It only takes 10 minutes for me to become soaked and need to flip over to my stomach so I can grind my clit into the sand and get off. After a few days I started bringing my small vibrator down to shove under my panties while I lay out for anyone to see. Read more »

Honeymooning in Wine Country [pt 2]: Finding Fuck Buddies [MF][MF]

Continuation of part 1, see other post. PMs welcome.

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Faint moans escaped the familiar muffled cover of a pillow as Lola and I crept into the suite. Her nipples testing the limits of the thin fabric of her bodysuit, her chest heaving with anticipation. As we were about to round the corner I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into my arms, our tongues dancing gently with each other before breaking to continue on. Her eyes flashed mischievously sexy as she turned to confront the mystery couple.

Our imaginations running rampant, the reality of the scene was quickly revealed. Plunged deeply in the duvet, a glistening, nude pair lay entangled in lust. Slowing to an erotically satisfying pace, an olive-skinned goddess made easy work of the thick cock she consumed. We locked eyes just as she tossed her head back, working her hands up her toned stomach, over her C cup breasts and through her hair. Her forearms coming down to rest on the chest of her well cut companion as he worked his hands around her hips, cock throbbing when revealed by her grinding pussy. Read more »

Honeymoon in Wine Country [mf] [pt 1]

Honeymooning in Wine Country [pt 1]

Names have been changed, the story has not. First crack at writing erotically, feedback encouraged and appreciated.

The wind blew through Lola’s hair as we cruised down the freeway toward wine country. We had spent the day earlier exchanging vows, partying with friends and consummating our marriage, now blissfully embarking on our honeymoon. Lola’s green eyes sparkled in the July sun, not a care in the world as we headed into a weekend we’d never forget.

I’d met her during university, living across the street, Lola was the perfect girl next door. Her wavy brown hair bounced in the summer sun as she strut across campus in her bright white tank top and low cut jeans. Every passing eye trying to catch a longer glimpse of her tight and tanned athletic body while she peered back unknowingly and excitedly through her mirrored aviator sunglasses. It was on the campus soccer field I first laid eyes on her, lost in the trance of her swaying hips while following her home, unbeknownst to me that she’d enter the house across from mine. Soon I’d be lucky enough to lay hands on her perky B Cup breasts, as she tossed her hair back, grinding my slick cock slowly, and revealing a coy smile. Read more »