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The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 7 (MF) (Voyeur) (Office Sex)

“Good morning, good morning, baby girl!” Rod bursts through the office door carrying two large garment bags. “Stop whatever you are doing because Rod is here and Rod is more important than what you are doing!”

He leans in and kisses Anna on the mouth. “And don’t you even think about putting that devil mouth anywhere else! We have work to do!”

“Good morning, Rod, good to see you!” Anna laughs and kisses him back, winking as he pulls away.

The boss steps out of his office. “Oh, I thought I heard an obnoxious old queen out here.”

Rod mock glares at him. “White boy, I ain’t old. I’m vintage.” Then he smiles. “Now both of y’all get in there and get naked. And no touching! I don’t need to see you squishing bits!”

Anna stands and follows him to the office. She barely registers the click of the lock anymore. She starts to remove her clothes and sees her boss staring at her.

“Sir, you’ve seen me naked before,” she says with a smile. Read more »

Pre-Run Tease [MF] [Outdoors] [Foreplay]

Prefatory Note:
Long time lurker, first time poster here. I wrote this for a female Redditor I’m intimate with (both of us are mid-20s) and she said I should share it. The story is mostly foreplay with some dominant elements; everything that occurs is strictly consensual.

I won’t provide any physical detail about us because she’s a bit shy and because I want you to envision yourself with your partner.

Maybe I’ll write more chapters if people like it, though the story will likely be a slow burn. And thanks for sorting by New; this is my first time writing erotica of any kind, so please be gentle with feedback! Hope you enjoy :)

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The warm light of the morning sun drips into your room waking you with its tender touch. You reach out across the small bed, not sure what you’re hoping to touch but you feel a small pang of loneliness at the fact there’s no one there. And then you remember I’m visiting today. Read more »

A bar one night stand (M/F, Creampie, multiple orgasms)

I won’t say that I wasn’t planning on going home with someone at the bar, but I wasn’t expecting to be going home with you. Naturally, you caught my eye as soon as you walked in. Your hair in a messy bun, yoga pants, a plain white tank top, all modest but on you, fuck. The way it accented your curves and hugged tight against your body had me fantasizing about you right from the start.

You smile at me as I don’t try to hide that I’m checking you out. You sit on the stool next to me and we make conversation as we drink. Your hand touches my thigh, giving me a sign it’s time to go. I settle up the tab and we walk out into the parking lot to your car. We make out and you grab the bulge in my pants.

“Hop in the back,” you request, making sure no one in watching.

“I live right around the corner, we can go back to my place if you want.” I suggest instead of the back seat of your small SUV. Read more »

Go With The Flow: Ch3

Hello again!

I hope everyone is doing well. If you’re enjoying the story, please let me know below! I always love feedback and do my best to respond to anyone that reaches out to me.

If you’re new to the story, you can find Chapter 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hdgysi/go_with_the_flow_chapter_1/).

Enjoy, and stay safe.

-ginger

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“Come on,” I begged. She wouldn’t tell me what the change was, which was annoying as hell. “What did it do?”

“I’m not telling.” Her singsong voice taunted. “But I’m sure you’ll notice soon enough.” She frowned. “Or maybe you won’t. The card didn’t say whether you’d be made aware of the change.”

“Yours didn’t either, but you still felt the changes.”

“True. What color was that card?”

I thought back to it. “Blue. It said ‘mental change’.”

Her fuller lips pursed and she shrugged. “Mine was yellow. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a different sort of change. It was… kind of mental? But it had more to do with, well…” she bared her teeth, “…something else.”

Go With The Flow: Ch2

Hello again!

Thanks for checking out my work! I’ve been enjoying this one a lot. If you missed the first chapter you can find it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hdgysi/go_with_the_flow_chapter_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x).

Please enjoy.

-ginger

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“Holy shit is right.” She said. Honestly, I’d completely forgotten she existed. I looked up from my still-tingling hand to find that the change had taken place immediately.

Her lips were absolutely larger than they’d been just a second before, but they didn’t look wrong at all. They just looked fuller, like they fitted her face better. When she finally stopped licking around them and touching them with her fingers I got an even better look and realized just how much of a person’s expression is made up by their mouth. The spell hadn’t just made them larger or fuller, they seemed to be shaped differently, too. More pouty, and, I’ll admit, more kissable. I gulped.

“Well, say something!” she said.

“They’re…” I frowned, snapping out of my thoughts. “How did you not know that about M&Ms?”

“I meant my lips, dude.” She stuck her tongue out at me. Wasn’t that a sight? Read more »

Go With the Flow: Chapter 1

Thanks for the read!

This story is being published on [tgstorytime.com](https://tgstorytime.com) and will soon be available on [literotica.com](https://literotica.com) as well. If you enjoy my work– and especially if you don’t– please leave a review with thoughts and suggestions on my writing!

This story will involve gender transformation, kinks, and maybe some sex. Enjoy.

-ginger

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“You want to play a game?”

I looked up from my phone at her and shrugged. “Sure.”

We’d been watching TV for the past hour and nothing was really catching our attention, so any change was welcome. I stretched and yawned, reaching for my cup of coffee. *Damn.* It had cooled off.

“Great. I’ve got something special from the school that I want to try out.” She was definitely holding back a grin. This wasn’t good news. At the very least, I’d need a fresh cup of coffee.

How He Watched (Part One) [FA] [FM]

This is basically all the character development. This story will have twists and turns, threesomes, teasing, breath play, rape play, professor and student stuff, and more. Hope you give it a read.

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Lizzie Stone is a 21 year old junior attending a smaller university. She lives in a house towards town with her best friends Morgan and Ricky. Ricky is a flamboyant gay male, tan due to his Latino heritage, and very in shape. Morgan is thin, about average height for a women, has blue eyes, and dark black hair. Whereas Lizzie is a little taller, thicker (some would say overweight), with dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. When it comes to strangers Lizzie keeps to herself, it takes her a while to get comfortable but once she is she’s very open. Ricky can talk to anyone for hours and Morgan is the average extrovert.

It’s a Friday morning, 9:13am and Lizzie is waking up in a frantic mood hoping she’ll get ready for class in time. Read more »

(F 20) I lost my virginity to my boyfriends best friend

Hello everyone! I went MIA for a while but I’m back. Well the title says it all…I am no longer a horny virgin lol. Last weekend my boyfriend and I went to Minnesota to visit his best friend who I have known for about 3 years. He comes by to visit pretty often and has always been really friendly to me. The total opposite of my boyfriend. This guy…I’ll call him Jake..is your typical bad boy who loves motorcycles and tattoos, and my boyfriend looks like what you would imagine to be “Brady who frequents the country club”. How they ended up best friends, I will never understand lol..but it is what it is. We drove up to Jakes place in St. Paul and the second I saw him…omg…he put on some muscle that’s for sure! Read more »

{First Date}

The thing about first dates is that the awkwardness is inevitable for the first couple of minutes, or the whole time if you are both introverts.

Luckily for me, holding a conversation comes naturally and so the awkward silence is only temporary. My exuberance always comes in handy when I intend to get a girl in bed, something I wear like a badge of honor. But if I am being honest, when I placed the two soft knocks on her door, I was giddy with nervous anticipation and I almost didn’t hear her answer.

Ella, the girl who invited me to her apartment today, is determined to make this as painless as possible. She made sure to have some of my favorite movies and popcorn. However, my eyes are transfixed on her body and not the T.V. Like I am in a trance.

She is cooking dinner and is wearing a black form fitting dress beneath the apron. Any other girl would have been embarrassed of showing the flesh around her waist but not Ella. She strikes me as someone confident about her body. From her endowed chest to the big ass, the Caucasian stranger I met on Plenty of Fish is exactly who I pictured to be. Sexy. Classy. Fun. Authentic. Read more »

I often fantasize about “taking advantage” of my very drunk wife.

Struggling with uneasy kink: I find my wife very attractive when she’s quite drunk.

We have pretty rock solid relationship and have been together for roughly 4 and a half years. We have a very healthy sex life, but I haven t really divulged how much I fancy her when she’s been drinking. I’m embarrassed by how creepy it sounds.

Here’s some context. She went out for a hen’s night last night, and as the hours went on her texts became increasingly misspelled and incoherent. When she eventually stumbled through the door at 2:30 am, she was very obviously sloppy drunk—glassy-eyed, reeking of booze, slurring her words, hiccuping, dropping her phone, repeating things every 30 seconds. What she doesn’t know is that I find her incredibly sexy in such a state.

“Becky an I haada thew shaas,” she slurred. She starts clumsily getting handsy and trying to messily make out with me. One thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. Now, we’ve already established an idea of inebriated consent before in previous conversations, and I would never cross any boundaries that would be respected when sober, but for some reason I just feel guilty about how much I enjoy being with her when she’s so drunk. Read more »