The Eating Out Collection – Volume 1 – Terra del Fuego [MF]

“Good Lord, do these guys ever stop coming?”

Taylor turned her eyes towards the grinning Argentinian who proudly displayed his succulent offering. The tastes and smells of the evening delighted her senses, but her body could only handle so much indulgence. Her over-stimulated mouth failed to produce words. The name “Ricardo” rolled around in her mind every time she read the nametag of her gaucho waiter.

“That’s the beauty of this place,” said Ginger. “You’re in control. You can make them stop anytime you like.” Ginger winked at her friend of more than fifteen years, casually flipping a circular card from green to red. A second gaucho, clad all in white save for a sky blue neckerchief, approached Ginger from behind. Noticing the restaurant’s trademark signal to stop, he gracefully retreated, ready to proffer his own savory delicacies elsewhere.

“I’m pacing myself,” stated Brandy. “I want a little taste from each guy tonight so I can decide who’s best.”

“Well I definitely want this,” proclaimed Taylor. She nodded at Ricardo. He beamed with pride as he slid a sizzling, spiced sausage on to her plate. Steam rose from the encased meat. Taylor’s eyes were wide with admiration as she waited for her latest sample to cool. Arched bronze letters adorned the edge of the bone white plate.

Bi The Pool [MMF]

“Your set is great. I need to get my own!” I texted my best friend, Tim Anderson. I had just finished a round of golf and was driving to his house to return his borrowed clubs.

“Yes you do,” the reply came. “No one’s home. Just come around to the back porch and leave them there.”

Tim and I were both 24 years old and had been friends since childhood. While each of us had decent jobs, we were still living in the suburbs with our parents and commuting into the city. Come the fall, we had plans to share an apartment downtown. We were both ready to get away from family and feel more like adults.

The Anderson’s house was at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac, less than a mile from where I lived. With a backyard pool and an expansive deck, their home had long been my favorite summer hangout. I parked my car in front, grabbed the clubs, and walked around to the back. As I made my way, I heard the sound of a woman moaning in what sounded like distress.

Response to a Redditor [MF] [Erotic Pen Pals] [Age Gap] [Daddy]

**Date:** May 15, 2020, 11:00 PM

**Location:** Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

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***Dear*** u/cleopatrascunt,

A simple thank you seems incredibly inadequate after reading your [powerful letter](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ggo5il/erotic_letter_to_a_redditor_1_hopefully_of_many/), but I’m struggling to find a better response. I’m in Vancouver this week, attending a retreat for our senior executives. I’m chuckling right now because your letter arrived at a less than opportune moment. You couldn’t have known, and I’m to blame for not having any restraint. I should have waited until I was alone to read your latest post, rather than savoring your powerfully erotic words in a ballroom filled with 75 global colleagues. Oh well. Fortunately I’ve been able to enjoy your work in private a few times since.My life has been quite stressful of late. I’ve come to this erotic fiction forum to find an escape. I’m delightfully stunned to have found someone who wants to escape with me. I hope this world of fantasy is one we can continue to explore together.

After Soccer Practice [MF] [Girl Next Door]

Dan Connors tossed his keys and wallet on his kitchen table. It was an unusually warm April afternoon, so Dan had used his boss’ absence as an excuse to skip out of work a few hours early. He loosened his tie and cracked open a cold beer from the fridge.

At 30 years old, Dan was rarity in his neighborhood- a single man in a community filled with families. But with his parents retiring and moving to Florida a few years earlier, Dan had taken the opportunity to move into his parents’ old home.

Sitting down to check out what was on TV, Dan heard the sound of a car door closing across the street and looked out the window to see his neighbor’s daughter, Emily White, getting dropped off from soccer practice. Dan had been eyeing Emily since he first moved in and since her recent 18th birthday he felt a lot less guilty about his increasingly frequent and wild fantasies about her. With a perfectly toned and tanned body, Emily was the object of desire of not only her fellow high school seniors but also her sex-starved neighbor.