Author: pixie-vixen

I Need You Tonight (Bennie and the Jets part two!)[MF] [Split POV] [Age Gap] [Cheating] [Young Girl] [Passionate] [Creampie]

[Part one! ](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kw1p6l/bennie_and_the_jets_mf_caught_age_gap/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

**Valerie’s POV**

Ugh. I can’t *stand* college. Its such a sham. The professors hardly do their job, my classmates are daft, and the food here should be considered a biohazard. It’s only my second year, and I’ve wanted it to be over since my first *week.* This semester, however, I at least had something special to keep me going— Benjamin. After that fateful day at Marcy’s house, we swapped numbers and both agreed we didn’t want that occasion to be a one-and-done deal. The first night back in my dorm room, I waited pathetically by the phone, checking multiple times to be sure that my ringer was on. At 10:00 PM, I heard a ding, and let out a giddy squeal when I saw his name flash on the screen. It was a text message:

**Ben: I can’t stop thinking about you.**

I smiled like the Cheshire Cat as I typed out a response.

**Me: Ready for round 2? ;)** Read more »

Bennie and The Jets [MF] [Caught] [Age Gap] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Split POV] [Creampie]

                        **Valerie’s POV**

I discovered something amazing about pools.

It was spring break, and my best friend Marcy and I had it in our minds to get the perfect tan before our upcoming trip to Cancún. She had a nice pool at her house, so I took her up on her offer to lounge out on her patio with drinks in our hands, and liberal amounts of baby oil on our skin.

That day, I arrived at her house with my overnight bag stuffed full of all the necessities I’d need to spend the night. We eagerly changed into our bathing suits and plopped ourselves onto two reclinable patio chairs before we’d even had much of a conversation. While under the incessant rays of the Florida sun, we listened to Sublime and Jimmy Buffett to fully immerse ourselves into that careless, beachy attitude we expected to embody on our vacation. We made homemade margaritas, and passed a joint lazily over the space between our chairs, our arms reaching out after every puff like the *The Creation of Adam.* Read more »

“Eggplant!” [Public] [Light BDSM] [Audience] [Innocent] [Humiliation] [Exhibitionist]

I’m a spiteful girl.

I also tend to be foolish with the lengths I’ll go to in order to prove a point. So when a man accused me of being *too innocent* after he’d try to do some freaky act to me in the bedroom, I set out to right that wrong.

I mean, how *dare* he have the gall to tell *me* that I’m innocent? Especially after I’d sucked his dick and let him cum down the back of my throat! The ungrateful asshole! I went straight to a sex shop the moment I had some free time, filled with bitter determination.

Hanging on the walls of the shop, were things I’d never seen before in my life. Most of these toys were made of black latex or leather, and either had metal studs, long tassels, or just the overall appearance of a medieval torture device. As I looked around, I felt a bit clueless, and a bit like he might be *right,* but I angrily pushed that feeling away. I just needed to do a little research is all. I’d become the *master* of this, I told myself. I’d learn everything about the world of debauchery. I *had* to prove him wrong. Read more »

Rhiannon [FF] [First Time]

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a closeted bisexual. As a little girl, I liked boys just fine— but there was always something more *magical* about girls. They mystified me with their downy skin, silky hair, and lilting voices. As I grew older and hit puberty, I watched them from afar, too ashamed and too shy to do anything about the feelings that were pulling me apart at the seams.

As a teen, I’d fantasize about my friends. I’d imagine how it would feel to kiss them, and touch them in ways I’d let highschool boys touch me. My highschool boyfriend would go down on me, and I’d picture this pretty redhead in my class doing the deed instead. One night, the redheaded girl slept over my house. I had the image of her braless breasts just visible under her white pajama top burned into my memory for a whole year. She took up space in my mind during feverish nights spent alone with my hand below the waistline of my panties. Read more »