Author: TAgainAgain

[MF] [oral] [college] [sultry] Classroom crush uses my cumrag blow her nose, and more..

Back in college, I was in a biochem lecture and the girl next to me had a sniffling problem. Lent her my handkerchief one day and she thanked me, remarking how it was unusual for a guy to have one these days, as it was old school. Kinda became a thing we did over the winter days.

I did think she was quite cute. Curvy and had nice C cups so ofc she featured heavily in my fantasies..plus she was middle eastern and as a brown guy that was a “☑️” in my book

One day i forgot to put my new box of tissues next to my bed after the old one emptied. I cane home horny as fuck after an exam and went straight to my bed. Ripped my pants off and started jerking like a madman, and when I was close to cumming I frantically looked around for a tissue that wasnt there…then I remembered my handkerchief.. Read more »

[MF] [fingering] Pleasuring my college girlfriend in front of her friends

So this takes me waaaay back. But in my first year of uni, I was dating a girl way more experienced than me, but who’s libido paled in comparison to mine. While we kept everything PG in terms of PDA, behind closed doors, we were a menace. She often told her friends “he may not have had sex yet, but he knows what he’s doing.” You can imagine my ego after that.

Fast forward a few weeks after our first hookup, we’ve just finished up at the gym abs were lying in her bed together under the sheets, waiting for the crowd to die down in the showers so we could have our turn. As we were laying there, ofc we got horny and started making out. Unfortunately, her roommate and her bf walked in out us and apologized. We said “dont worry about it,” invited them in, and entertained conversation. Read more »

Vulnerable [caring] [soft] [emotional] [aftercare] [love] [kissing] [passionate]

It’s funny. When you’re growing up, watching your parents kiss or hold hands makes your stomach hurl. As someone who hates germs, you can barely stand being in the presence of someone who hasnt brushed their teeth. You recoil at the sight of mom and dad showing love before breakfast, you fear that Jennifer has cooties, and viscerally repel any notion of liking anyone whenever a friend teases you if you’d be sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. You stared at people who don’t look “perfect, “and wonder how anybody could ever be with them because there still a quote work in progress “. And then you watch them tightly embrace their loved ones, and you realize that they were something to learn here, but you still don’t know what that is.

You remember how when your mom hugs you on a Saturday morning after waking up, she doesn’t smell like the perfume and hairspray you usually associate her with, but kinda like your old clothes in the hamper, mixed with a bit of sweat and other body odor. It somewhat humanizes people in your life that you hold sacred. Reminds you that they’re “regular people” too, and do “regular people things” like sleeping, holding hands, and kissing. Read more »

An Old Friend pt. 2 [rough] [cheating] [breeding] [public] [dirty talk] [dom]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vpeuop/mf_cheating_oral_an_old_friend/)

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The speedometer crept higher and higher as I made my way to the hotel where Laurent was staying. I blitzed out of the parking lot like I was at a pitstop, making up for lost time. I kept checking the rearview mirror to see if that man would catch up to me, but no, there was not a soul in sight. My navigation told me I was 5 mins away. Perfect, I thought. *Maybe if I make it there before him, I can freshen up a bit.* And just as that thought exited my consciousness, my car suddenly lurched as if it pulled a hamstring. *Oh no, what now?* Read more »

[oral] [degradation] [rough] [POV] “Wyd?”

Damn… it was a messy night of food and drink, but she was finally glad to be back in her room. Summer nights in Boston are surprisingly exhausting and she had no way of anticipating the depth of fatigue that plagued her bones after the 3rd straight night of painting the town red…nonetheless, she was glad to go out, as she always is. “You can sleep when you’re dead,” she muttered to herself as she strode towards her room, making sure to tiptoe around the mess her roommates made in the living room-stray boots, unfinished laundry, missing decorations. Sometimes she wondered if she lived in a sty or an apartment, especially looking at how pristine her quarters were.

She felt some of that dirt oozing onto her, which may be why she started unbuttoning her blouse with each step towards her home; by the time she was in front of the mirror, dimly lit by LED lights that painted her porcelain skin a deep pink, she was in her lingerie and admiring her figure. She decided that she’d dress for herself this time, keeping it to herself that while she told others she felt sexy, deep down she still wanted to catch a wandering eye or two, from men twice her size. She liked being dominated, which explains why there are clasps and hooks for belts and restraints intermixed with the cloth on her set. She gently stroked her abdomen and grasped her full breasts in her hand. Read more »

[MF] [Cheating] [Oral] An Old Friend

The pandemic really fucked with my sex drive, I’m if being honest. I know there are so many people in much worse situations, but this isn’t some grade-school drama that I’m telling you about. In fact, you’d be surprised that it’s quite the opposite.

You see, my husband Henry lost his job and became a recluse. And while I love that man in whatever shape and life chapter he was in, his libido dropped like a motherfucker. I was left disappointed or underwhelmed in so many of our escapades. Before Henry, my partners probably described me as “shy, quiet, submissive.” Sure, I’m no prude, but I rarely did anything other than missionary. I never questioned that the empty feeling I had after sex wasn’t normal. That I never felt empowered when blowing my partner, nor did I feel like a strong, commanding woman when getting fucked. For years, I feared that I’d be the reason any marriage I was in, would have a dead bedroom. That all changed when I met Henry. Read more »