Author: loccus357

Sharing [M/F] [Open relationship] [Oral] [Anal]

(A friend of mine asked me to write something custom for her)

“Are you sure about this?” Brendan asked from across the table. “You might be wrong, and he might not be cool with it.”

“I’m sure,” Vesper said confidently.

Their friendly get away was taking a turn that neither of them had anticipated. They had been friends with Evan for such a long time that when they planned on taking a vacation to somewhere nice, he was the first person they asked to join them. He was single, but never felt like a fifth wheel around them. They were more like 3 best friends while two of them happened to be married. It was a situation that they all were quite content with.

The plane trip down was uneventful, though the few bottles of single serve rum and tequila they split between them certainly made the conversation flow a little easier. Evan’s brash humor was returned by Vesper, who usually bashfully smiles and looks away whenever he throws out a raunchy punchline. This time, she engaged.

“How do people fuck in those things?” Evan asked, taking his seat with a smile. “I barely had enough room for myself in there.” Read more »

Playing with Fire [Part III] [Risque Behavior] [Oral] [Cum Eating]

[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xkpsf2/playing_with_fire_part_ii_m39f41_cock_worship/)

Tyler grabbed his towel and followed Alex and Ryan towards the access window to the adjacent bar in the hotel lobby. He toweled himself off, making sure to get his suit dry to not make it obvious that his mind was wandering with the soft touch of Alex’s wife’s hand. While he dried himself off, he took a moment to look at his body. He wasn’t in particularly good shape, at least not compared to how he looked when he first met Courtney. There had to be more to whatever brought this up, at least more than just him having a desirable cock.

They placed their orders of beer and mixed drinks and Tyler wondered how he got himself into this mess. Not drinking less than 24 hours from drinking himself into thinking singing along to Taylor Swift was a good idea, but being okay with everything he just did with his best friend’s wife. ‘She approached me,’ he had to remind himself. ‘I didn’t lead her on…she wants this…right?’ He wasn’t sure who he was asking, but was convinced the answer would have been a resounding ‘Don’t do it!’ Read more »

Playing with Fire [Part II] [M39/F41] [Cock Worship] [Risque Behavior]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xkd2xv/playing_with_fire_part_i_m39f41_cock_worship/)

The morning came markedly quicker for Tyler. He had waken up in a similar position as the one he had gone to sleep. The small digital alarm clock next to him displayed an ungodly time of 6:03 am. 3 hours of sleep? 4? Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough.

He knew the next few hours. They were always the same after a heavy night of drinking: inexplicably waking up hours after going to sleep, staying up long enough for food, then sleeping until the next Olympic games. There was no fighting it, so breakfast was in his future.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, he stumbled down the hall and towards the dining hall. Fresh pancakes, fruit, and the largest size glass of orange juice he was legally allowed was a good start. Seeing Courtney and Alex pulling up chairs across from him was an excellent follow up.

“You dead?” Alex joked.

“Dude…” was all Tyler could muster before taking his glass of orange juice down about half way. “I remember…were we singing Taylor Swift?”

“Yes you were,” Courtney answered. She had looked more sheepish than normal. The smile she normally wore was almost hidden. Read more »

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Playing with Fire [Part I] [M39/F38] [Infidelity]

Tyler’s group of friends had always been close, and he was very fortunate for that. After a brief enlistment in the military, he was well into his 20’s and in college before meeting Alex, the guy who would become his best friend. It was through him that he met the other 5 guys and their then girlfriends, now wives. All of them equal parts nerds and drinkers, they would have many nights out late yelling about EA ruining every franchise they touch, the dumb things they’ve attempted during Pathfinder sessions, or other ways they screwed each other over in whatever board game they had just finished. They were, in short, exactly the type of people he wanted to surround himself with.

Alex and his girlfriend Courtney were together for the longest and thus the first to get married. They had met in college, suffering through all of life’s trials and tribulations together and coming out as much in love as when they first met. Her eyes were an exquisite shade of blue, a color that reminded Tyler of the water he swam in during a trip to the south Pacific. Shorter in stature, she played soccer since grade school and had the legs to prove it. During the summer, her preferred style of clothing were short shorts and tank tops, which made it clear to Tyler which side of the ‘boobs or butts’ fence Alex fell on. Her short blonde hair was almost always back into a tight, efficient pony tail, almost out of habit at this point. Read more »

Party Foul [M/F][Public] [Part 1 of maybe 2?]

“They’re looking for another couple for beer pong,” Kel says, filling her plastic cup at the beer table. “You up?”

“I don’t know, maybe…” Tory responds. “Who’s my partner going to be?”

Kel looks up at him, smirking, and throwing an empty cup at him. “You should be so lucky to have me as a partner. My back still hurts from the last time I carried you.”

Tory shrugged, “True. Sure, let’s go.”

They grabbed their cups and headed to the basement of the house they found themselves at for a second weekend in a row. They made plenty of friends in college, but there always seemed to be one house they congregated at. Granted it was one of the few that was big enough for more than 4 people, and was far enough away from their neighbors that they wouldn’t have to worry about noise complaints. Tonight was a little different, in that they didn’t know most of the people there, but that wouldn’t stop them from being social. Read more »

Rain Delay (M/F, interracial, exhibition

Ryan’s weekly round of golf was rapidly approaching an early close as the black, ominous clouds crept closer and closer. A low rumble of thunder growled in the distance, which was more than enough to put the final nail in the coffin. There were too many stories of golfers getting hit by lightning out on the course and he had no intention of being the next story. Packing in his clubs and putting the protective rain cover over the top, he begins to make the long walk back to the club house. The cool rain will be a welcome break from the thick, humid summer air, but it will be best enjoyed from indoors.
Sticking to the outside of the holes near the woods, he glanced around to see he wasn’t the only one abandoning the day. However, he was unlucky enough to be on foot and not have the convenience of a cart. Though he always enjoys the exercise, he would have given a sleeve of golf balls for a cart. Soon, the rain will start to fall more rapidly, and he was rapidly running out of options. He didn’t mind the rain, but the looming thunder was a whole new problem. Shielding his eyes, he glanced over to see a small shed used by the grounds crew. The roof extended over the walls slightly, giving a small lip he could duck under for shelter. Deciding his life was worth more than his clubs, he left them where they stood and sprinted to the shelter.
Making it to the shelter, he turned to survey the intensity of the storm, immediately reaffirming his decision. The nearby body of water was bubbling with the impact of the colossal drops of rain while monstrous gusts of wind almost pulled branches from nearby trees. Off in the distance, he caught movement. At first, it looked like another cart but he quickly saw it was Gabrielle and her drink cart. Read more »

[M/F] Spirits

“I’m ready whenever you are,” Ben calls up the stairs. “I’ve been waiting for this surprise for months, I can technically wait longer but I’m going to have a divorce lawyer on hold.”
Ben’s comment elicits no response. After 5 years of dating and marriage, Chell had grown accustomed to threats of divorce over the slightest transgression. The looks they would get in public became an inside joke as they continued to swear to stop doing it, but never exactly holding themselves to that.

Taking a seat on the large slab of rock in front of the fireplace, he took a deep breath and exhaled. They had to hike almost an hour to get to the cabin. It has very few comforts, except it is away from the world. It was just them, the earth under their feet, and the infinite sky above their heads. For months she had promised him a ‘special treat’ on their vacation. He was getting antsy.

Chell slowly descend the stairs wearing a silk full length robe, and holding a small bag. Without another word she approached Ben and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. With a smile, he grabs her by the waist, pulling her close to him and deeply kissing her and gently pulling at the drawstrings of her robe. She smiled and gently swatted his hands away. Read more »

[M/F] [Exhibitionism] [Infidelity] Drilled

Tornado drills always seemed funny to Mark. Even though he lived and worked in the midwest, specifically right in the middle of the aptly named ‘Tornado Alley’, the thought of needing to practice walking to the basement when a siren went off never made much sense. He thought either there would be enough warning that people would be walking normally anyway, or something would have been missed and everyone would panic run down the stairs, trampling the weak and hurdling the dead. Still, if anything it gave him a few minutes break from his work day to sit in the basement and scroll through his YouTube feed.

Rounding the final corner of the stairwell and descending the last half flight of steps he bumped, almost literally, into Felicia. She was the petite, bubbly admin of the clerk’s office above where Mark worked. They’ve had to work together on a number of occasions, and she was one of the few people Mark genuinely enjoyed having contact with. Though she couldn’t have been an inch over 5 feet tall, she was never short on energy and her positive attitude was refreshing every moment he encountered it.

“Hey, Felicia,” he said calmly. Read more »

[M/M/F] [Exhibitionism] [Voyeurism] [D/S] The Way to the Heart

“I think this is the first time we got a cart that didn’t have a shitty wheel.”

“I think it’s so hot out that the metal is just melting back into place.”

We were stuck in the middle of near triple digit temperatures, living in a small apartment that had all the ventilation of a tin shed in the middle of the desert. Our hopes to get momentary relief were dashed with we saw the large “Sorry! AC is out! :(“ sign in the front window of the grocery store. It was a small store operating out of a building older than the city itself, but it had a charming quantness to it that we couldn’t say no to.

“Jesus fuck,” i mutter under my breath.

“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Jesus Christ,’ you say with a smirk.

“And I’m pretty sure you can walk home,” I retort.

“Aww, I love you too, honey.” You lock your arm through mine and comically rest your head on my shoulder.

“Gross, get off of me. I have enough sweat and body heat, I don’t need yours.” Read more »

[M/F] [Exhibitionism] Sweat and Company [Part 2]

Your words floor me. Never before have I felt as much pride in myself as I did when those words came out of your mouth. We locked eyes, in absolute awe of the radiant woman standing in front of me. You pull me close to you, giving me a long, purposeful kiss, breaking me from my trance. Taking my hand and giving it a squeeze, you turn and lead me away, feeling the way ahead of you until we clear the underside of the deck and arrive at the tree line.

Pushing branches out of the way, we head into a grove of trees until we find a small patch of grass. You turn to face me, initially going for a kiss before wrestling my shirt off me and fumbling with my belt and pants. Dropping to your knees, you aggressively slide my pants off, but take your time pulling down my boxers. Inch by inch, you pull them down, gently tugging on the edge of the legs. My hard cock now straining against the elastic band. Through the moonlight, I make out a smirk growing across your face as you look up for approval. I smile and nod. Read more »