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[F] Because I Wanted To

I had a feeling. I had a primal need.
I was learning how to fall in love with myself again.
I started with my body for it needed the most attention.

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, naked in the yellow light. My eyes danced all over my reflection. And the first word that came out of my mouth was “delicious.” I had always been told that I gave off a sensual aura. And I never felt that until today.

My hands acted on their own, the smooth surface of my palms laced the curves of my hips, then worked themselves up to the fullness of my breast.

Oh, how excited my nipples were!

They were puckering at my touch, growing harder beneath my hands. My fingers itched to tug at them, and so they did.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, trying to stifle my moans.

“Let it out!” My mind screamed, causing my mouth to fall open.

I yelped.

I moaned.

I groaned.

Oh, this was feeling so, so good. Just rolling my nipples between my fingers… I wondered if I could bring them to my mouth? Read more »

Snow ploughed

Some of you may of noticed from my other confessions that i have knack for making men instigate alot of my sexual encounters. I do this this becauce, being married it works well for me if i have diminished responsibility should i ever be found out, especially seeing as during lockdown its pretty much impossible for me to travel beyond the town i live in so i decided to test this method to get a quick fix locally.

Id been hatching this plan since the snow had started and allthough i wasnt sure if it would even work i was keen to try, so when my husband suggested we go into town to stock up on bits i immediately seized the moment and persuaded him it would be a bad idea to drive in the icy conditions and that i should walk into town on my own. He agreed and the plan was on!

I dashed upstairs and excitedly got dressed into a knee length, figure hugging white lycra skirt which was slightly transparent so the panty line of my white satin knickers was visible through it and a matching white knitted V neck jumper that displayed my cleavage before finishing the look with a knitted bobble hat, scarf, mittens and finally a waist length bomber jacket that ensured my arse was visible. Read more »

Brothers watch each other (MM, incest, drugs, pee)

When I was about 25, I visited my older brother Greg who had moved to another city a few years earlier. Greg and I had never had a particularly close relationship but we got along better as adults than we had as kids, and I was looking forward to the visit.

The day after I got there was Saturday of a three day weekend. We had talked about going hiking, but it was raining a little and we decided to try the next day. Since we had nothing to do, Greg said, “Well, we could do what I usually do on weekend afternoons, which is to get high and watch old movies.”

He brought out a baggie of mushrooms. I had tried them only once or twice before and I liked the effect. He cut them up and put them in a blender with some fruit smoothie from a bottle, poured the mixture into glasses, and we drank it down. I asked how long it would take to come on and he said, “You never know with mushrooms.” Read more »

Lesbian Camp Girls — excerpt 2

*First excerpt is* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lir23z/lesbian_camp_girls/)*.*

One of the things that the campers had to do was help out in the dining hall. A few days into the camp session, it was Unit 1’s turn. In the late afternoon, Lisa and Casey led their girls up the hill to the dining hall in the center of the camp.

They put the girls to work setting the tables, and then went into the kitchen to see if the cooks needed any help. “You can cut the cheese,” someone said. The two Ponies were given a long orange block of cheese and a strange knife to cut it with.

“It has two handles,” Casey explained. “Here, you hold this end and I hold this end. The blade’s in the middle. Now we cut the cheese together, see?”

“I get it.” The two luscious bunkmates hung onto either end of the knife and sent it sinking through the huge block of cheese.

“This is what I’ve always wanted, to be on opposite ends of some long hard thing with you,” Casey whispered loudly. Read more »

Searching for an old story!

Hey guys I’ve been searching for an erotic fiction story that I read a long time ago on Literotica. What I remember:
– Guy played baseball
– Starts off at early high school but he is transported in time to his senior year.
– I’m pretty sure he’s straight.
– He defends a home intrusion by hitting the person with a baseball.

If you have any ideas I would appreciate it! Thank you!

One of many ways I masturbated..

13 year old girl laying in bed one evening.. hormones as high as ever and access to the whole world on her phone. I was into tumblr and if you ever had tumblr you know they have all different kinds of porn but I was too afraid to watch that thinking i’d get caught. Next best thing was reading. I would search up in the google bar “how to masturbate” or “ways to masturbate” because somehow learning about it got me wet.. reading about ways you can enjoy yourself. I searched up “sex stories” which one would interest me it was always the one where the sister is alone with the brother and his friend.. so I thought Id give it a try and write my own story the ones that make me wet and make me just want to touch myself to put this satisfaction at ease so here I go..
brother falls asleep and it’s only you two sitting alone on a couch. Movie is about to end.
“Are you tired” I ask Nathan.
Nathan slightly shrugs “I can watch another movie honestly, you up for it.”
I can see there’s more motive in the back of his eyes, Something in me tells me we’re not going to watch the next movie. I have been locked up in this house for a month now.. I got grounded for sneaking out with a couple of friends. So my brother inviting his friend over was in a way a treat for me. I just didn’t know if he’d see me in that way. But hell when has that stopped anyone??
“sure!” I replied nonchalant. Read more »

spooning centuries

long ago, a woman named Casha, thought to be born in 1882, surfaced in modern time. She used cash app all the time. You see, Casha liked to collect antique forks and knives. Being from 1882, she often ate with her hands. Back then, forks and knives were only for the upper class. In those days, one was lucky if they got even a napkin. Being brought back into modern time, she was reminded of the hardships she experienced. Casha often carried her utensils around, guarding them when asked as to why she was wielding dueling knives in front of the Burger King employees face. She could never answer, for she was too afraid of how people would judge her for her love of silverware. And then she met Yolanda, a renowned silverware polisher. Yolanda and Casha didn’t know it but they were soon to become the best of friends, and eventually, lovers. It all started when they attended a silverware convention together, all brought on by the colorful Yolanda. they gushed over spoons, and later, Yolanda suggested spooning which delighted naive Casha. Casha excitedly got into bed that night, gleaming and ready to be the big spoon that she had so loudly demanded she be. But Yolanda INSISTED that she be little spoon, as she needed to work her way up to big spoon. With a sigh, she seemingly understood and prepared to be spooned. Yolanda and Casha browsed netflix for a little, in search of a good movie to watch. They came up with nothing because in a disappointing turn of events, NETFLIX had nothing silverware themed. That was when Casha suggested they watch videos of forklifts. It was going to be an exciting and extremely sexual night for them. after they clanged (bc silverware clangs, it doesn’t bang), Casha asked if they could get married at a fork in the road.

The near human (Breeding, MF, Size difference)

The last thing I knew, I was entering a space ship on command of my master, the grand Tannan Algo Thorim, being led into a stasis chamber. But now I found myself alone, in the middle of a large expanse of different plants, my ship nowhere to be seen.

Where was I? Where were the other slaves? The overseer? I started walking around to find something that could talk. It was a wierd feeling being here, the ground was crunchy beneath my feet, and I frequently stepped on small uneven areas that caused pain in my feet. The plants, I think that is what they were, I had only ever heard of plants outside of the pots that the master had us maintain. Were in many different sizes, there was a lot of thin stems of around breast hight, and between them a few thin stems that fractured and had colorful bits at the end, and there were huge ones, about two dozen times my size, that occasionally towered over the rest.

I don’t know how long I walked, but my feet were sore at the end of it. And I found something that seemed to be a building. Read more »

Let’s make some pictures

*Not an erotic story per se, but one with a lot of sex and drugs.*

In 1999, at a film festival in Berlin, Denny met one of the bevy of beautiful but marginally talented “models and aspiring actresses” who hang around such events. He said you could tell the real actresses from the trash—his word—by how perfectly they dressed and made themselves up: the real actresses were content to be imperfect, while the models and aspiring types couldn’t afford to be. The fateful day was a case in point. Seated on one side of him was a blonde American dressed in a pink Star Trek t shirt and blue jeans, popping her gum and giggling with an ancient man whom Denny did not recognize was Billy Wilder; three years later this girl was a movie star named Scarlett Johansson.

On the other side, wearing a silver evening dress in anticipation of the cocktail party about to start, was a statuesque knockout with a perfect oval face and mahogany brown hair swept into a Jackie Kennedy bouffant; she made furtive eye contact with Denny and positioned her left arm so that he had a glimpse of her not inconsiderable cleavage. This was Marinka. Read more »

A poem I wrote for my GF on Valentines Day

Nine months past
How could we have known
We knew
Touch my soul
Search for the moments alone
Steal a kiss
Embrace each other
Tingle my flesh
I whisper in your ear
Dance to our rhythm
Lead me to your lair
Disrobed figures stroke each other
Give me what i crave
I look up to see your arching form
You look down to see my intention
Pull me towards you to taste the prize
Beckon me deep inside
Feels like the first time
Now that you are primed
Looking forward to the back nine