Author: tenandahalfweeks

Washing Machine Repair [neighbors] [mf] [weed, cannabis, 420] [drinking] [anal] [consensual] [flannel] [wholesome]

I keep playing with this one and am liking where it’s going. Debating whether it should be third person. Feedback and critique welcome!

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?

“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor.

“You’re in marketing right? But I guess you’re a handyman too?” you say, nodding to the Home Depot bag. Read more »

Last at the Bar [MF] [Very consensual] [A little/a lot stoned] [Tipsy &/or Drunk] [Spanking]

We’re both at a show. It’s loud, loud like ear-ringing-I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine, I guess. They’re from Wisconsin, so, you know. Early 2000s emo has made a comeback in Wisconsin I guess because they’re loud. They’re loud. They’re whatever. I am whelmed.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, or are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much just us at the bar.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything because we’re too far apart, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. My heart drops a beat. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. So I do. Read more »

On the fine art of washing machine repair, balcony balancing, boutique weed strains, and fucking the neighbor in the ass after a canceled date – Part 2 [MF] [Consensual] [Stoned] [Tipsy]

Synopsis: Miya needs her washing machine repaired and notices her neighbor Kurt might be able to help, so she asks. Hot fucking ensues.

Part 1 is [here](https://reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nfcoce/on_the_fine_art_of_washing_machine_repair_balcony/).

I do love feedback because it helps me write better, so good or bad, I’d be grateful for it! I’m particularly interested in framing consent as a normalized, very hot practice, so if I did that well here (or didn’t) please let me know.

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As I walk down the hallway, it’s dark, but light is streaming from the laundry closet, accentuating your pale white legs and that jean-short-doned ass sticking out into the hallway. I feel the pre-cum wet spot on my jeans getting wetter, stickier.

You’re angled forward, over the washing machine. You’ve started a cycle on the washing machine and it’s currently filling up with water. I notice again that you’re short – I like that – because you’re on tippy toes. I’m behind you now. I can’t help it: I’m breathing really heavily, admiring your ass from behind. Your shorts inch upwards even more and I can see your ass cheeks peeking through. I tilt my head trying to cop a look. I see the cute cheeks or your butt sticking out just below the fabric of your dress. Read more »

On the fine art of washing machine repair, balcony balancing, boutique weed strains, and fucking the neighbor in the ass after a canceled date – Part 1 [MF] [Consensual] [Stoned] [Tipsy]

*Synopsis: Miya needs her washing machine repaired and notices her neighbor Kurt might be able to help, so she asks. Hot fucking ensues.*

This is a bit long so I split into two parts, but if you’re like me and love build-up, you might enjoy this story. Actual sex doesn’t occur until Part 2.

I do love feedback because it helps me write better, so good or bad, I’d be grateful for it! I’m particularly interested in framing consent as a normalized, very hot practice, so if I did that well here (or didn’t) please let me know.

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys. Read more »

Last at the Bar [MF] [Consensual] [Stoned] [Tipsy]

Would love any feedback on this or advice on making it better.

Story involves quickie sex at in a bar bathroom, slight cum-eating, cannabis, & drinking. I find consent very hot and have tried to make it as overt as possible, but if you feel that tipsy/stoned sex between two people that just met is not consensual or is triggering than you may want to avoid.

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We’re both at a show. It’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re meh. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much just us at the bar.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, we’re too far apart, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. My heart drops a beat. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. So I do. Read more »