Bathtime – [DDlg] [tickles] [blowjob] [CIM]

Baby was in the bathtub getting sudsy. She was playing with the warm soapy water while Daddy rolled his sleeves up to wash her. Daddy knelt down beside the tub and started rubbing Baby’s back.

“Is the water warm enough, Baby?” Daddy asked as he squeezed her shoulders a little.

“Yes, Daddy,” Baby smiled up at him.

She was so pretty and she looked so happy sitting in her bath. He liked doing things to make her comfortable, because he felt so proud to have–he was sure–the cutest Baby any Daddy ever had. He soaped up his strong hands as Baby splashed water over her beautiful breasts.

Daddy was rubbing his soapy hands across her shoulders as he watched her boobies bounce in the water as she splashed happily. Her nipples were getting hard, and so was Daddy. He reached his hands down her chest and started rubbing her nipples, cupping the underside of Baby’s large, lovely funbags.

“Daddy!” Baby squealed, feigning disapproval.

“I have to be very thorough washing you,” Daddy explained as he pinched her nipples.

She gasped. “Like that, Daddy?”

Roommates – [MMFF] [blowjob] [sex] [sharing] [tickle] [CIM]

Being in your thirties and not yet having a career that can afford you your own place without needing at least one roommate, well… sucks. Living in an apartment with a 23-year-old grad student and his 20-year-old friend when you’re well past student age, well… sucks. The 20-year-old being a very attractive, well… helps.

Madison was Stephen’s friend from undergrad, and she was really sweet. A bit naive, but I sometimes felt that she was aware of more than she let on. I caught her sometimes watching me walk from the bathroom to my bedroom after I showered. Which made up for the fact that I had to walk practically naked past my roommates every day. It also made me not feel so bad watching her walk practically naked through the apartments after her showers. One time she stopped to ask me something and as she turned, her towel fell and exposed one breast. She blushed a bit and very quickly covered herself up. I gave a little chuckle and told her I didn’t see anything, but in fact it was the cutest, tiniest little tit I’d ever seen in person. And her little nipple was standing firm and at attention. She bit her lower lip a little and said, “Oh, good,” but I’m fairly certain the whole thing was intentional.

My Friend – Part II

This is the second part of a story written for a user who wishes to remain anonymous.

I rubbed Zoe’s perfect little clit while looking up at her face. Her eyes had closed and her head was tilting back slightly, her mouth wide open and quietly panting. I was watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with her short gasps of breath. I felt that she deserved the full treatment, and I lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, kissed harder on her outer lips as she gave a long intake of breath, then parted her lips and placed my tongue right on her clit.

She grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue a few times, enjoying her moaning, before closing my lips around her clit, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, and lapping it up.

She was squirming and alternating between gasps and moans, and I was so turned on. Just to keep her from wriggling away from me, I reached a hand up to grab her boob, playing with her nipples.

“Mason… this is… everything!”

Gym Buddy – Part II [MF] [oral] [blowjob] [CIM] [shower sex]

This is a follow up to a previous story I wrote for a redditor who prefers to remain anonymous. You can find [Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dcvwjk/gym_buddy_part_i_mmf_cuck_oral_handjob_blowjob_sex/).

​I’d been to the gym a few more times wondering if I’d bump into Vick and John again. Or Vick *or* John. Or, hell, let’s face it, just Vick. Aside from knowing where they lived, I had no contact information for either, and I wasn’t gonna be the creep hanging around their building. So all I could do was hope I’d bump into them at the gym.

Because I couldn’t get Vick and her gym-sweaty body out of my head. Couldn’t stop thinking about how salty her pussy tasted, both sweaty salt and delicious juices. Couldn’t stop thinking about how her breasts fit perfectly in my hand and how they bounced back when I squeezed them, in fact just how they bounced in general. Couldn’t stop thinking about how she sucked my cock like it wasn’t just for my pleasure, but like it was her favorite thing ever.

Gym Buddy – Part I [MMF] [cuck] [oral] [handjob] [blowjob] [sex]

This is the one of the first stories I wrote for someone, and they have granted permission to post it here, though they prefer to remain anonymous. If you are interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me and we’ll talk about the dirty details!

I was used to people looking at me at the gym, and why not? I’d struggled with my weight when I was younger, but in my early thirties I took control of my weight, my health, my life. I bulked up, lost the extra poundage, and became someone people wanted to fuck. I picked up women at the gym regularly. Not necessarily trying to. This was about my own health after all. But once I had the arms, the chest, the back. Once I’d lost the gut. Women just started approaching me, sometimes at the machines, sometimes on my way out. And sometimes it was just fun flirtation. But sometimes we’d grab a juice, a drink, head back to one of our homes and muss up the sheets.

But this was different.

My Friend – Part I

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We met under rather un-extraordinary circumstances. Ordinary circumstances, I guess. So ordinary I don’t really remember where or when. I remember that for the longest time I didn’t think she was attracted to me at all, which was tough because I was *so* attracted to her! Zoe was so pretty, a little chubby, with large amazing boobs. I felt embarrassed how frequently I thought about how her breasts would feel in my hands, in my mouth, pressed against my chest, even–heaven help me–rubbing up against my stiff dick. Because we were quickly becoming good friends, and I didn’t want to sully our friendship with the thought of something as tawdry as her beautiful breasts lubed to glistening perfection and smushed on either side of my throbbing erection as she bites her lower lip and looks me in the eye begging me to cum all over her until I just can’t take it anymore and explode again and again until my splooj is dripping down her tits onto her hard nipples. Not that I’d thought too much about it.

A Visitor – Part II

This is a follow-up to my previous story, a personalized story I wrote for a redditor who prefers to remain anonymous. If anyone is interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me. [Here’s the first part of the story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d6pye5/a_visitor_part_i/).

I spent that entire day thinking about Amanda’s body. Amanda’s lips. Amanda’s lips on my body. My lips on Amanda’s body. And, above all else, the mind-altering orgasm she gave me in her mouth. How I wanted to cum like that again. And again and again. Maybe it was selfish to think, but I could be happy letting her mouth get me off every time I came.

It was earlier than expected when I got a message stating that Amanda was actually done with her meetings for the day. She said she was going back to her hotel room to lie down and she’d be waiting for me in bed–naked. Clutching the key-card still in my pocket, I immediately got hard and my erection pointed me toward her hotel.

Riding the subway over, I played our last session over and over in my head. The feel of her clit buzzing on my tongue, her mouth on my mouth, her tongue loving every inch of my cock. How could anyone just give that up? All I wanted was more of her.

A Visitor – Part I

I walked to the hotel telling myself not to expect anything. We hadn’t talked about this being anything except two friends meeting in person for the first time. Sure the majority of our Reddit conversations had been about sex. And how much she missed it since her husband had lost interest. And what she wished someone would do to her, how she wished someone would look at her, how much everything she liked in bed lined up sort of perfectly with what I liked to do in bed. And, sure, I may have said a few times, “I totally wish I could give you that,” or some variation on that. And, sure, I’d totally rubbed a few out thinking about what might happen if we were to ever meet in person.

But when she said she was going to be visiting New York and her husband wasn’t joining for this trip alone and did I want to meet for drinks at her hotel and my hard-on said yes immediately, we never actually said that the purpose of this was for anything other than a face-to-face meeting. I didn’t even know what she looked like until we swapped verification photos. Looking at her photo I felt such a rush of a million things. Sad for her putting a face to all the personal stories and desires we’d shared. Confused that someone so pretty could feel unwanted. And really horny. Really really horny.

First story here: A New Regular

Note: I’m kind of new to this and still trying to get some practice under my belt. Encouraging comments are very helpful. And, as my username suggests, I’m interested in writing personalized stories for people, so if you like my style, feel free to send a PM. Okay, here goes:

It’s the most cliched thing ever, and I can’t believe it really happened to me. I’d read the stories, seen the pornos, cum into multiple socks over the idea, but always acknowledged that it was the least likely thing to actually happen to anyone. Then it happened to me.

I had been studying massage so that I could make some extra money. She’d heard from a friend of mine that I was looking for people to practice on. She messaged me on Instagram and we picked a day for her to come over to my apartment for a free massage and it seemed like a normal interaction.

It changed as soon as she walked in the door.

You’re supposed to keep things really professional, especially since you’re going to be touching the person you’re making, potentially very intimately. You’re not supposed to do anything before or during the massage that would make the client feel unsafe or uncomfortable. So you definitely are not supposed to feel any attraction to the client.

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My first story here: A New Regular

It’s the most cliched thing ever, and I can’t believe it really happened to me. I’d read the stories, seen the pornos, cum into multiple socks over the idea, but always acknowledged that it was the least likely thing to actually happen to anyone. Then it happened to me.

I had been studying massage so that I could make some extra money. She’d heard from a friend of mine that I was looking for people to practice on. She messaged me on Instagram and we picked a day for her to come over to my apartment for a free massage and it seemed like a normal interaction.

It changed as soon as she walked in the door.

You’re supposed to keep things really professional, especially since you’re going to be touching the person you’re making, potentially very intimately. You’re not supposed to do anything before or during the massage that would make the client feel unsafe or uncomfortable. So you definitely are not supposed to feel any attraction to the client.